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[Blog #151] --- Neutral --- [Thursday] - "Cornflake" Cakes...
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Blog #151
"Cornflake" Cakes...
"Cornflake" Cakes...
Much like the boring Tuesday - today was yet another day of Backloggery whoring.
I played through a few songs on the Easy and Medium careers on Guitar Hero: Aerosmith.
I've decided to play Beginner/Easy/Medium scores with my "Whitey" Les Paul guitar.
"Legend" Les Paul with all the stickers is for display purpose only. :)
I want to save "Slider" guitar for Hard/Expert songs.
I then resorted to Super Smash Bros. Brawl and played through a few All-Star character stories.
Today's highlight was dad making sausage rolls and "cornflake" cakes.
The sausage rolls were nice, but BEYOND dry.
I only ate a few of them, but I had to down a pint of Pepsi with my plateful, otherwise my throat would have closed up.
The "cornflake cakes" were actually Frosties cakes.
They didn't set properly and went all gooey and mushy.
Dad told me not to eat them - he said they were horrible.
I personally thought they were fine. :)
I played through a few songs on the Easy and Medium careers on Guitar Hero: Aerosmith.
I've decided to play Beginner/Easy/Medium scores with my "Whitey" Les Paul guitar.
"Legend" Les Paul with all the stickers is for display purpose only. :)
I want to save "Slider" guitar for Hard/Expert songs.
I then resorted to Super Smash Bros. Brawl and played through a few All-Star character stories.
Today's highlight was dad making sausage rolls and "cornflake" cakes.
The sausage rolls were nice, but BEYOND dry.
I only ate a few of them, but I had to down a pint of Pepsi with my plateful, otherwise my throat would have closed up.
The "cornflake cakes" were actually Frosties cakes.
They didn't set properly and went all gooey and mushy.
Dad told me not to eat them - he said they were horrible.
I personally thought they were fine. :)
[Blog #146] --- Restless --- [Sunday] - RESTLESSSSSSSSS...
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Dixie currently feels:
Restless
Restless
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Blog #146
RESTLESSSSSSSSSSS...
Even if I had a "restless" smiley in mind, I couldn't use it.
MindSay is now being a cunt when it comes to smileys.
I can't update my blog on Internet Explorer - let alone copy smileys - and Firefox refuses to show them.
Every time I want to use a smiley for my "currently feels", I have to copy it from editing a old blog.
Basically if I want a smiley, I have the choice of feeling 'depressed', 'neutral', 'content', 'tired', 'weird', 'bored', 'angry' and a few others.
I feel so fucking restless today though.
I'm in that mood where there's a ton of stuff I WANT to do, but I just can't be arsed doing anything.
I'm bored to the point where I get agitated and start biting the skin of my thumbs. One of them even started bleeding.
I also feel like just falling asleep, but I'm not tired enough to.
Quite an odd emotion to describe, is restlessness.
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At my nana's today, she gave me this BEASTY cornflake cake.
I thought it was a few in one packet, but it was actually one massive one - about 6 inches in diamater.
I ate it all, and it was yummy. :)
When I got home, I had an odd urge to play through Mario Power Tennis: Advance Tour.
I continued on from my old save, though. I have to get out of the habit of deleting stuff.
I'm addicted to my Backloggery.
With all this free time, I'm seeing how much I can get completed.
I went through it all today and re-wrote some of my notes, adjusted some game statuses and added in a few games that I've missed out.
It looks so funny the way I've written: "I'm yet to play this game..." - on so many of them. :)
RESTLESSSSSSSSSSS...
Even if I had a "restless" smiley in mind, I couldn't use it.
MindSay is now being a cunt when it comes to smileys.
I can't update my blog on Internet Explorer - let alone copy smileys - and Firefox refuses to show them.
Every time I want to use a smiley for my "currently feels", I have to copy it from editing a old blog.
Basically if I want a smiley, I have the choice of feeling 'depressed', 'neutral', 'content', 'tired', 'weird', 'bored', 'angry' and a few others.
I feel so fucking restless today though.
I'm in that mood where there's a ton of stuff I WANT to do, but I just can't be arsed doing anything.
I'm bored to the point where I get agitated and start biting the skin of my thumbs. One of them even started bleeding.
I also feel like just falling asleep, but I'm not tired enough to.
Quite an odd emotion to describe, is restlessness.
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At my nana's today, she gave me this BEASTY cornflake cake.
I thought it was a few in one packet, but it was actually one massive one - about 6 inches in diamater.
I ate it all, and it was yummy. :)
When I got home, I had an odd urge to play through Mario Power Tennis: Advance Tour.
I continued on from my old save, though. I have to get out of the habit of deleting stuff.
I'm addicted to my Backloggery.
With all this free time, I'm seeing how much I can get completed.
I went through it all today and re-wrote some of my notes, adjusted some game statuses and added in a few games that I've missed out.
It looks so funny the way I've written: "I'm yet to play this game..." - on so many of them. :)
Honey and Books
I had an extra $2 in my grocery budget this week. And in an act that's slightly out of character for me (generally, when I have extra money, I find someplace more helpful to redirect it), I got something that's just for me.
I have honey again. I happen to be very fond of honey. I haven't eaten honey for a little over a month, or, since the last time I was home. I didn't need it. But I am very happy to have it.
Also, owning your own books is awesome. I'm completely in favor of the library, don't mistake me. (Or, if you want, mistake me, underestimate how great the library is, and I'LL take all the cool books/dvds home that you're missing. Hahaha.) But, right now in my studying, I'm rather aware of which books are mine and which aren't.
I traded Bibles with my sister around Christmastime. After the crash, I still hadn't found mine (between my car tumbling and most of my stuff getting reorganized swiftly into the van at night by three people instead of one, some items had ended up squirreled off someplace unique), so I was borrowing hers, because there was something that I'd been in the process of memorizing. About two minutes later, I came back with an odd-looking expression, "Um..."
My Bible is an NIV translation. Hers is a NKJV. Well, that makes memorizing the passage I was working on a little more interesting...but say, I've never read this version, do you care if I borrow this for the next six months? I'll trade you mine. Yeah, sure, go for it. Sweet! Dash off to my room, clutching my borrowed prize and perhaps laughing maniacally.
I have this thing about books, okay?
But, the difference between reading a borrowed Bible and mine is that I have to take particular care of hers. My books, I underline stuff, I bracket ideas, I write in the margins. I have one chunky little life-advice book where I just go nuts with the doodling to draw attention to ideas. I write in pencil, I write in ballpoint (when it's my Bible, I don't use ballpoint so much - I've had trouble with ballpoint and onionskin pages), I sometimes arrow between ideas that grab me, etc.
Obviously, I don't do this with my entertainment reading, but I haven't read anything for entertainment lately. Maybe Boundless counts. Or my signing books - they're pretty fun.
But! I have honey. I have books of my own. My room is warm, and I have quiet time. K has a concert tonight, Signscout and I started chatting again, and I'm catching up on my workload. I are a happy panda!
I have honey again. I happen to be very fond of honey. I haven't eaten honey for a little over a month, or, since the last time I was home. I didn't need it. But I am very happy to have it.
Also, owning your own books is awesome. I'm completely in favor of the library, don't mistake me. (Or, if you want, mistake me, underestimate how great the library is, and I'LL take all the cool books/dvds home that you're missing. Hahaha.) But, right now in my studying, I'm rather aware of which books are mine and which aren't.
I traded Bibles with my sister around Christmastime. After the crash, I still hadn't found mine (between my car tumbling and most of my stuff getting reorganized swiftly into the van at night by three people instead of one, some items had ended up squirreled off someplace unique), so I was borrowing hers, because there was something that I'd been in the process of memorizing. About two minutes later, I came back with an odd-looking expression, "Um..."
My Bible is an NIV translation. Hers is a NKJV. Well, that makes memorizing the passage I was working on a little more interesting...but say, I've never read this version, do you care if I borrow this for the next six months? I'll trade you mine. Yeah, sure, go for it. Sweet! Dash off to my room, clutching my borrowed prize and perhaps laughing maniacally.
I have this thing about books, okay?
But, the difference between reading a borrowed Bible and mine is that I have to take particular care of hers. My books, I underline stuff, I bracket ideas, I write in the margins. I have one chunky little life-advice book where I just go nuts with the doodling to draw attention to ideas. I write in pencil, I write in ballpoint (when it's my Bible, I don't use ballpoint so much - I've had trouble with ballpoint and onionskin pages), I sometimes arrow between ideas that grab me, etc.
Obviously, I don't do this with my entertainment reading, but I haven't read anything for entertainment lately. Maybe Boundless counts. Or my signing books - they're pretty fun.
But! I have honey. I have books of my own. My room is warm, and I have quiet time. K has a concert tonight, Signscout and I started chatting again, and I'm catching up on my workload. I are a happy panda!
Found Cookies
I'd wondered what had happened to my baking urge. I got home, and hadn't had that strong desire to create dessert. What's the deal?
Perhaps partly because I am extraordinarily well-fed at home, but lack easy access to the gym (and have concluded that running in the cold brings about a month-long siege of protest from my respiratory system). I am certain that I have increased in poundage, and frankly, I do not care to find out by how much until I am once again in a position to do something about it.
But, my body clearly recognizes that I do not need more cookies.
Or it did. And then....THEN it happened.
The last three Christmas cookies in the house were discovered. And on nearly the same day, I happened to glance over a previous post, mentioning that, of all things, I had to wait to make cookies. And that was it! In sympathy to my self-of-the-past, my brain responded with exulting in its freedom - we must make cookies now!
Duuuuude. K's coming over for a movie night. Cookie consumption possibilities. Must make more cookies. Wait, that was last night. Hmmmm.
Actually, K is the Cookie Prince. He lives in Cookie Castle. His dad is the King of Cookie - I've yet to meet anyone who makes more Christmas Cookies. Yes, both are capitalized, on grounds of variety and quality. Generally, there is good-food-aplenty in Kingdom K, but around the holiday season begins the Reign of Cookies. It's wonderful, and I get to hear K complain about it. Me offering to make him cookies seems rather like me offering an Egyptian visitor (who has come to Minnesota, of all places)...sand.
Tasty sand, though. Om nom nom.
Perhaps partly because I am extraordinarily well-fed at home, but lack easy access to the gym (and have concluded that running in the cold brings about a month-long siege of protest from my respiratory system). I am certain that I have increased in poundage, and frankly, I do not care to find out by how much until I am once again in a position to do something about it.
But, my body clearly recognizes that I do not need more cookies.
Or it did. And then....THEN it happened.
The last three Christmas cookies in the house were discovered. And on nearly the same day, I happened to glance over a previous post, mentioning that, of all things, I had to wait to make cookies. And that was it! In sympathy to my self-of-the-past, my brain responded with exulting in its freedom - we must make cookies now!
Duuuuude. K's coming over for a movie night. Cookie consumption possibilities. Must make more cookies. Wait, that was last night. Hmmmm.
Actually, K is the Cookie Prince. He lives in Cookie Castle. His dad is the King of Cookie - I've yet to meet anyone who makes more Christmas Cookies. Yes, both are capitalized, on grounds of variety and quality. Generally, there is good-food-aplenty in Kingdom K, but around the holiday season begins the Reign of Cookies. It's wonderful, and I get to hear K complain about it. Me offering to make him cookies seems rather like me offering an Egyptian visitor (who has come to Minnesota, of all places)...sand.
Tasty sand, though. Om nom nom.
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