I didn’t see the cook when I went to lunch, and I just assumed that the noodles are safe, because for a while she’s been making them without butter.
Then I walk through the kitchen and she tells me that my noodles are in the kitchen.
She’s the Paula freakin’ Dean of the Tri-Delt house.
I mean, eh, it’s no big deal. I’m not freaking out over it. Mistakes happen. But really? You can’t just change things back after doing it another way.
I really can’t wait to graduate so I can move out, into my own place, and cook my own food. I’m so tired of processed fake meat. I want to experiment with all the recipe books and magazines I have. I want to cook raw every now and then. I want tofu. I want lentils. I want a fridge full of colorful organic produce.
Three more years…Hopefully I’ll be living in California then. San Francisco possibly? It would be wonderful.
Is this the real life — or is this just fantasy? People often hope to achieve internet fame by uploading a cover song onto YouTube. But most of them aren’t performed while drunk in the back of a police vehicle. Robert Wilkinson, a 29-year-old from Edson, Alta., was arrested by the Roy…
I’m surprised he knew all the words and everything. Very impressive. haha
I went to the Royal Canadian Mint in Winnipeg this past spring break. Canada is so brilliant when it comes to the economy. They haven’t had to use taxpayer money for years now because they get so much revenue from international sales (btw, they also make our coins when we don’t have time to). They were the first ones to put color on coins. They allow their citizens to design new coins. They have dollar and two dollar coins (which is successful, unlike America’s attempt, because they got rid of their dollar bill). They’re genius.
What happens when the Doctor runs out of regenerations?
Audience Member:This question for Mr. Moffat. How are you going to keep doing the regenerations because, the Doctor is only supposed to have 12 and he's used them all up apart from that last one.
Moffat:First of all, he can regenerate 12 times and that would mean there would be 13 Doctors. What we'll do in the event that we reach that point, and we've had 13 Doctors, there's this emergency BBC protocol. We will....make something up.
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Let’s Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and To Be Loved)
lifted or the story is in the soil, keep your ear to the ground / 2003
can i get a goddamn timpani roll to start this goddamn song tonight it is a goddamn song for all you goddamn people well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as i pass in a car buried under the influence the city’s driving me out of my mind i’ve seen a child, he’s caught in the sad trap of gravity he falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity next time he will not aim so high yeah next time, neither will i now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges her family’s reduced to names on a shopping list while a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix he knows there’s worse things than being alone and so i’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger i mean, why wait around if it’s just to surrender? an ambition, i’ve found, can lead only to failure i do not read the reviews no, i am not singing for you well i stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well and i would throw my whole billfold if i thought it would help with all these wishes i make i should buy something real, at least a telephone call home well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory all those multiple choices i answered so quickly and got my grades back and forgot just as easily but as least i got an a and so i don’t have them to blame well i should stop pointing fingers reserve my judgment of all those public action figures the cowboy presidents so loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can’t admit when they’ve made a mistake while poison ink spews from a speechwriter’s pen he knows he don’t have to say it so it, it don’t bother him “honesty”, “accuracy” is just “popular pinion” and the approval rating’s high and so someone’s gonna die well abc, nbc, cbs: bullshit they give us fact or fiction? i guess an even split and each new act of war is tonight’s entertainment we’re still the pawns in their game as they take eye for an eye until no one can see we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history well, i guess we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee: red-blooded and white-skinned, oh and the blues oh and the blues, i got the blues! that’s me! that’s me! well, i awoke in relief my sheets and tubes were all tangled, weak from whiskey and pills in a chicago hospital and my father was there in a chair by the window, staring so far away i tried talking, just whispered, “…so sorry…so selfish…” he stopped me and said, “child i love you regardless and there’s nothing you could do that would ever change this i’m not angry, it happens, but you just can’t do it again” so now i try to keep up, i’ve been exchanging my currency while a million objects pass through my periphery now i’m rubbing my eyes ‘cause they’re starting to bother me i’ve been staring too long at the screen but where was it when i first heard the sweet sound of humility? it came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody how grateful i was then to be part of the mystery to love and to be loved let’s just hope that is enough
I posted that Smiths song ”Meat is Murder” on my facebook yesterday because it’s a fucking good song and I have veggie friends I figured would appreciate it. I got the most ridiculous comments from these two people. Here is the absurdity of the most recent comment:
This reminds me of what a comedian said. Cows produce methane gasses that are destroying the ozone layer. Plants absorb carbon dioxide that also contributes to the harm. I’m eating the problem, vegetarians are eating the solution! Lol sorry, completely random. But yeah, this isn’t about what’s healthy and what isn’t, it’s about “murder”. Some animals are bred to be food. It isn’t murder. People aren’t shanking a cow and leaving it to rot. They’re using it. What about the Native Americans? They hunted buffalo for meat. Is that murder?
I just told her that there were a lot of things wrong with her argument and that she should look it up sometime. It was just so frustrating trying to talk to them. Luckily my friend did most of the arguing. She’s a lot better with words than I am. It’s really something I need to work on. Especially since I don’t plan on ever eat meat again and I want to work at an animal sanctuary or a vegan organization.
I mean, seriously. Her argument isn’t even valid. She quoted a comedian. And it is about what’s healthy and what constitutes murder. Animals were not bred to be food. And today’s methods of animal farming are unethical and cruel. She obviously hasn’t read of animal farms leaving huge piles of dead dairy cows to rot. And comparing Native Americans to the humans of today? It doesn’t even work like that.
Why do people have to be so fucking ignorant and try to use their invalid arguments in a conversation? You’re only making yourself look stupid.
Apparently my mother sent me flowers for my birthday.
Which didn’t arrive today like I guess they were supposed to. I just walked around the whole house like 3 times looking for them though. I must have looked a little crazy with my confused face on. haha
At least when they arrive, it’ll actually be on my birthday.
I have mixed feelings about my birthday. I turn 19 tomorrow. Part of me wants to celebrate it while the other part of me wants to pretend it doesn’t exist. I think it’s partly due to past experiences. Like how once I attempted to throw myself a 16th birthday party. It was ’90s themed. I had all these expectations for how it would go. It didn’t go anywhere near how I imaged it would go. And while I think everyone else had a great time, I didn’t. It was terrible. Of course, that was my problem: expectations. Expectations ruin everything.
Eventually I just learned not to care about my birthday. If something happens then it happens and I’ll be surprised and enthralled. A few friends have been saying happy early birthday and it makes me smile. But really, it’s just another day. This year I’ll be helping out at an animal shelter with my service fraternity then probably watch some hulu or read or attempt homework for the rest of the night.
My mother did send me a festive birthday package with balloons all over it though. Which was surprising because I thought she’d only give me money and a card. I wonder what’s in it…