Don't understand? Well, don't worry, neither do I....sometimes.

(Warning: Fangirl on meds.)

BAKING BUDDIES!

I AM IN NEED OF SOME ASSISTANCE.

I have 12 leftover egg yolks from an angel food cake I made. I have no idea what I could make with this.

Help?

Anyone?

SO I haven't posted since before going away. Shit has happened and hit the fan, but then mysteriously lands in the toilet.

Anyhoo~ We got back from gorgeous BC and I started having a range of medical problems. I blame planes. Also, I seem to have gotten over my fear of commitment without me even knowing, and my love of ketchup chips and pretty things has increased tenfold.

SO it hit me last sunday pretty randomly while I was at work, that my sister is LEAVING ME. With MY PARENTS for a YEAR upon which if I don't get into Red deer college, I'll have to move with them to Lethbridge(southern AB) or be out of house and home. And for some reason the fact that I need things to go according to plan, and if not then I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING WITH MY LIFE kinda made me freak out. And then all my older co-working laughed at me. And Robert (coolest bossman ever) did a little dance, and I was all happy face. And I have a year to save up funds anyway. I'll be able to make it. I have to.

The movie theater here is an outrage. It's the only theater in all of Fort Mac so it can charge whatever it wants. Last I heard monopolies were illegal. I refuse to pay $30 for snacks and $11 for a ticket

Departures is officially my favorite show on TV now, I really want fanfics for Scott and Justin, they are so cute together.

Also, the internationalism community has pissed me off. Doing an essay of how far the world and the country of Canada should pursue internationalism its a slap in the face how little we do for the other countries of the world just because we don't have to, and how little we do for the world. Yay.

I GET A PRETTY DRESS ON FRIDAY! I also get to shake my booty. Whoo~ =/sarcasm=

So, as of 8:30 tomorrow morning I will be leaving on a plane for Chilliwack, British Columbia. My grandparents are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary, I think that's gold one, but I can't be sure. It's my first time on a plane, so I'm a little nervous, but I've got the whole detachment thing going on again. I never really get worried or exited about anything until I'm actually doing it, so I may be fine right now, but just wait till I get on the plane, y'know.

Oh, but I'm leaving my kitten alone, for a week! And he knows and he's so upset. *sad-sad face*

Oh! and before I forget, I finally figured it out, I figured out who God reminds me of. God reminds me of a single mom. Busy and working trying to pay the bills and all her(or his)little followers reminds me of the overhyper ADD riddled child that she(he) is trying to raise.

Child: Mom! Mommy! Mo~ommy! God! Go~od!!
God: What is it baby I'm busy.
Child: Lookit! Lookit what I did! I stopped Gays from getting married!
God: That's nice dear, but did you patch up the o-zone layer or decrease carbon emissions like I asked?
Child: mmmNo. B-but! Lookit what i did!
God: what? Child I asked you two decades ago to clean up that o-zone layer and this is what you do instead, Greek Gods I should smite you! Go! Go to your room and you clean up that damn o-zone layer on the way!
I swear the child... All I ask is one little thing, but no~ goes out and does all kinds of fool things, murder, breaking my rules, taking rights away, ans now all this... I'm almost at my limit..

http://beren-writes.livejournal.com/482140.html

Right now, I am showing Coltin what an LJ is.

You see Coltin, it is a -Journal-
on the -internet-



TA DA.

All right, I get it. Slogan tee's are cute, and funny and are generally not only fun to wear but a good conversation starter. But for god's sake, if your over thirty, DO NOT wear silly inappropriate shirts when your shopping. It makes me feel dirty to try to make small talk with a guy when he's talking about his kid who's my age and his shirt says something like- "Tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes." D:

Btw, thank you to my lovlies who replied and comforted, and helped <3 Good news we might have a job lined up. Cross your finger's loves.

This has lasted almost a year now, Dad's unemployment, his drinking... He smoked three packs within a weekend and mom's thinking of packing her bags.

My family may split after 21 years and my dad may not live to see me get married. I just don't know what to do. I'm not naive enough to think it's my fault but still I'm thinking there's something I should do.

My family keeps saying, "stop worrying, you're still young!" but that doesn't mean anything, kids younger then me are helping their families more then I am.

If she leaves, should I go too?


Let your life be your dream,
Integrity, honesty, its too late for me.
Don't look back till your free to chase the morning.

This seems like an odd thing to write on christmas, but I just got the jive and started writing. Hell with Dresden Dolls and Jesse's Winston character study as inspiration it practically wrote itself.

So the presents are all piled under the tree, Mom's snowmen are everywhere and Dad's balancing the line between teasing and being an asshole. Christmas time in the Weisbrod household.

HAPPY XMAS EVERYONE!

Okay, if you guys haven't figured it out from the title, It;s death week. The play's opening day is tomorrow and I have a huge interesting essay due, so I'll me MIA around here as of late.

No comments, no reading fanfics (sad, sad face) and none of the really rare, boring posts.

But i will be checking my email, and therefore I want your opinions on my essay topic.

The topic is: the nature of man, using Lord of the Flies as the main reference point. It's a mix of nature vs. nurture and is man inherently evil?

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, START YOUR RANTS.
In fact, if you have something to say that goes completely off topic, add it. I'm curious.

Also: I'm going to outline a small alteration that happened at lunch, and i just want to know: am I behaving like the typical jealous woman or is my anger justified?

I told the guy I'm seeing, I say seeing because not only am i not really 'dating him,' but also because I don't believe that high school students can date, and I'm a commitment-phobe anyway. I told him that I was cooking in my culinary class today and I'd get him food, he'd just have to stop by the main lobby where I was selling dance tickets. It's not that he didn't show that pisses me off, because he showed up, eventually, it's just that he completely ignored me. He'd told me that he'd be walking around with his friend April, but when she's talking to some one else is it bad for him to take his attention off her for two second to greet me? *fume*

Ugh.

So it seems not all are blinded.

Nevermore- a play about the life and death of one Sir Edgar Allen Poe had me 'gasming in my seat from the shear awesome-ness of the work.

The play itself is horrific without being creepy, sad without making you want to cry, and the way the actors portrayed their parts! There were 5 of them, and all but Edgar played more then one character, and they did it phenomenally. Because of the costumes we could tell who played who, but the mannerisms and voices and even the way that the actors walked changed for each character. It was amazing! I cannot think of one single thing in that play that i was unhappy with. The music was beautiful, mostly using chimes and piano, with some violins thrown in there for ambiance. The dancing was jerky, like puppets on strings, with just enough flow to make it elegant. The voices were spectacular!

man, If I didn't have gulu walk, I'd so go again. <3 and again, and again.

But on the plus side: I stuck around after the show and got autographs!!

I can only hope I do at least half as good in Arsenic and Old Lace.

PUMPKIN PUDDING
Pudding:

* 1 package gelatin
* 2 cups whole milk
* 1 cup sugar
* 6 large egg yolks (reserve 2 whites for topping)
* 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
* 1/4 teaspoon fine salt
* 1 (15-ounce) can pure pumpkin puree

Topping:

* 2 large egg whites
* 1/3 cups sugar
* 1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar
* 1 pinch fine salt
* Small candy, for eyes

For pudding:
Directions
Put 1 tablespoon of cold water in a large bowl. Sprinkle gelatin over the surface, do not stir, and set aside until gelatins softens and blooms
Bring a few inches of water to a boil in a saucepan that can hold a stand mixer's bowl above the water. Whisk milk, sugar, yolks, cinnamon and salt in a heat-proof bowl. Set the bowl above the boiling water and cook, stirring constantly with a heat-proof spatula, until mixture begins to thicken and coats the back of a spoon and almost boils, 10 to 12 minutes. Immediately remove from the heat and pour over the gelatin, whisking constantly until gelatin is completely dissolved and evenly distributed. Whisk in pumpkin until combined and completely smooth.
Evenly divide mixture into 12 small 3-ounce cups (paper works fine) and refrigerate until set, about 4 to 8 hours.

For topping:
Bring a few inches of water to a boil in a saucepan that can hold a stand mixer's bowl above the water. Whisk the 2 egg whites, sugar, cream of tarter, and salt in the bowl by hand. Set the bowl above the boiling water and continue whisking until the mixture is hot to the touch and the sugar dissolves, about 1 to 2 minutes. Transfer bowl to mixer and beat with the whisk attachment at medium-high speed until eggs hold a stiff peak, about 5 minutes.
Spoon topping onto puddings in the shape of a ghost. Decorate with candy eyes and refrigerate until ready to serve.

I need to find a safe compromise between looking good and staying warm. This is esp. important because I live in THE ICE QUEENS FUCKING CUNT.

AKA: Northern Canada.

Do you ever feel like holding a funeral after your period? After all, that could have been a child.

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Very High
Sloth:	High
Envy:	High
Lust:	Medium
Pride:	High

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

I'm a O30-C8-E64-A14-N55 Big Five!!

1. Set the scene. Make sure that the mood and time are right.
2. Relax! Take a deep breath and let go of any tension in your neck and shoulders.
3. Put your arms around the person you want to kiss.
4. Start off with a normal kiss, not too firm, not too aggressive. Closing your eyes is optional.
5. In mid kiss, gently open your mouth and softly nudge the other persons mouth open using your tongue.
6. Again, not too aggressively, move your tongue inside the other persons mouth and playfully touch their tongue.
7. Read the other persons body language, if they seem tense or start to pull away, stop what you are doing.
8. If they open their mouth more or otherwise indicate they like the kiss, keep on doing what you have been only with a little more passion.
9. As the kissing gets going saliva build up can be a problem, don't forget to swallow.
10. Make sure you keep your tongues relaxed but your lips tight (saliva again), you don't want the kiss to turn messy.


Tips:

1. Don't forget to breathe.
2. Since French Kissing is "wetter" than other kinds of kissing it is a good idea to start with dry lips, don't lick them first.
3. If one of you have braces you can still French Kiss, you just have to be more careful and not as forceful when things get passionate.
4. If both of you wear braces you can still French Kiss, you just have to be very gentle and avoid touching teeth.
5. French Kissing takes practice, but at least it is fun to practice this one!

So I'm officially single again. The sad thing is that it doesn't feel any different then the last month of my relationship. Sucky, eh?

It looked fun. =P

CAUTION ALL THEE WHO ENTER HERE. THERE BE TMI AHEAD.

(  'You're a deviant... heh, I though I was the only one.'  )

"Love? I think I lost that."

"What's wrong? Are you alright, dear?!"

Title: Honey Cures Hiccups
Author: Ladykeeran
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Rating: PG
Notes: First fic in... awhile. I've stolen Leander and Verena from Suk's "For Nothing, For Everything." Universe. ^^;
For terrayndian and lil_1337 for the help and ideas that won't let me go to sleep at night!
Beta'd: My grammar-girl priestess_darky
Disclaimer: I've tried to sell my soul, but it's not accepted as a form of currency.
Comments and critique definitely encouraged!
^~~^~~^~~^
( Daddies handbook: Tip #12: Tantrums are Inevitable. )

It occurred to me, as I was going over my friends journals that I haven't posted in awhile, but because i don't wanna get into the drama of late, I'll just post a meme ^^

( In laymans terms: speedy thing goes in, speedy thing comes out. )

They are neither gnarled nor perfect.

Clutching at the cup of too-hot coffee firmly in his grip.

Love! He says; and this time it's the real deal.
He wants to savor it. A slow sip of the headiest sort of wine.

Out lunch date was for Sunday, 'catch up.' on all the time we've missed. A long meeting in a nice restaurant, savoring our time. It was my idea.
It's Thursday now, and I'm on my lunch break. Having a meal, four days late, and it seems like I'm dining with my Death.

I never knew he could fall in love.

His hands are neither young nor old.

Rubbing his thumbs together almost nervously. As if he's afraid of what i might say, or maybe hoping I'll say anything at all.

He talking again.
He's talking about her. The woman he's in love with. As I've heard, this must be the fifth time he's talked about her eyes, of all things.

His hands are neither large nor small.

He doesn't want to over think it. So Surely he wouldn't want me analyzing it. Taking apart piece by piece, this woman I've never met.
No, he doesn't want to rush it, comparing it to other times with other lovers.

I can almost feel how warm the wind is for him.
Chocolate on his tongue melting just a bit sweeter in these dew-drenched days.

His hands are neither soft nor rough.

Now smoothing the polished wood of our deli table, as if caressing his new lovers flesh.
He purses his lips as he thinks about kissing her. Her lips would be soft, and always smiling. Her arms would always be open for him.


On my way back to four walls and a stiff-backed chair, it starts to rain.
He'd had an umbrella with him, I remembered, but he always used to forget to check the weather...

Thunder cracks but I'm still lost, my body navigating for me.

Pondering love
Pondering sweetness
Pondering Thursday
Pondering words
Pondering thought,

But all the while, I'm thinking of his hands.

*refers to title* Hmm, yes. Tongue was awkward though, also: a little slimy. I'm not sure if I could get used to that. Also, also: beard burn sucks ass.


Alright, so i accidentally ended up telling my oldest sister I'm bi. She, in turn, told my mother who, thankfully!, kept that news to herself.
Amanda reacted the way I expected her to: shock a bit of denial and finally to the joking phase where everything's all right. I didn't expect her to go to pride with me or anything, no did I expect her to freak out, but for some reason, she called mum up today, afraid that I hated her now. D: I have no idea what I did to make her think that, because I'm really happy with how she reacted.

I hope I can talk to her later about this.

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Okay. What is this shit?

Remind me again, what month it is.
Oh! April, you say?
Then let me ask you:
WHY THE FUCK IS THE SNOW OUTSIDE UP TO MY FREAKIN' HIPS?

D< I am most displease about this.

Most of April has been wonderful! All nice and mildly warm and spring-like.

And then on a Thursday,-it must have been a Thursday, I could never get that hang of Thursdays.- God turned to Canada and looked closely at it. Particularly at Alberta, and said to it, with it's nice hockey playing folk and children playing in the warm weather, and crack whores shopping for new outfits with their boyfriends money from his high paying job at the oil rigs, and the high school girls looking like crack whores who can't afford to buy a proper skirt and said to them: Fuck you.

I always knew my middle name came from me Grama.

Eileen, 'cause I was the first girl born after she past. That was all anyone ever told me. Even when we went down to Melville last summer.

Mom started to talk about her today. She was phenomenal. Suzie Homemaker and a wonderful woman. Took my mom, with a fresh ring on her finger, belly big with baby, and a two year old behind her into the family no questions asked. Showed her albums, bought 'Manda presents when she's only knew her two days, taught my mom to cook a like 'real lady.'

Showing 'Manda pictures of my dad when he was little. Manda said: "Hey! Is that my Glenn? Is that my dad?" Grama Eileen, knowing Dad wasn't Manda's real dad, knowing her only few hours then just smiled and said: "Yep, thats your dad alright."

I really wish I could have met her.

It's April 20th

At this point in time, there is suppose to be a lot of rain and no snow.

Here in Hell-on-earth however, we're suppose to have 20-25 cm of snow today. As of friday we already ad about 5 cm.

Does anyone else here cry bullshit?

THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE SPRING. Now it looks like Christmas is coming again.

Mommy, i want a pony.


Also: I'm pretty sure that Thursday and Friday ruined my health. We watched 'The murder of Emmit Till' in class. Shortly after I got a gigantic cold.

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit,
and it's filled with people who are filled with shit,
and the vermin of the world inhabit it.

Your Boy Side
[x] You love hoodies
[x] You love jeans.
[ ] Dogs are better than cats. (-in what universe?)
[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt.
[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.
[ ] Shopping is torture.
[x] Sad movies suck.
[ ] You own an X-Box.
[ ] Played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid.
[x] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
[x] You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.
[x] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
[ ] You watch sports on TV.
[x] Gory movies are cool.
[x] You go to your dad for advice.
[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.
[ ] You like going to football games.
[ ] You used to/do collect baseball cards.
[x] Baggy pants are cool to wear.
[x] It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
[ ] Sports are fun.
[x] Talk with food in your mouth.
[ ] Wear boxers. (-boys' briefs)

Total = 15

Your Girl Side
[ ] You wear lip gloss.
[x] You love to shop.
[x] You wear eyeliner. (only on special occasions)
[ ] You have some of the same shirts in different colors.
[ ] You wear the color pink. (-not even if I were dead)
[x] Go to your mom for advice. (-HA!)
[ ] You consider cheerleading a sport.
[ ] You hate wearing the color black.
[ ] You like hanging out at the mall.
[ ] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
[x] You like wearing jewelry. (ear rings)
[ ] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
[ ] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
[ ] You don't like the movie Star Wars. (-I'd hate myself if this were true)
[ ] You are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics or dance.
[x] It takes you around 1 hour to shower, get dressed, and put on make-up and accessories. (i LOVE long showers..)
[ ] You smile a lot more than you should.
[ ] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
[x] You care about what you look like.
[x] You like wearing dresses when you can.
[ ] You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.
[x] You wear girl underwear.
[x] Used to play with dolls as little kid.
[ ] Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy of it.
[ ] Like taking pictures of yourself with your cell phone/camera when you're bored.

Total = 9

Dear cyndrarae,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but Our horoscope doesn't match.
I think I realized it When your dog ran amok with George Bush and his wife and I saw you put leeches on my avocado plant.
I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that I get turned on by garbage men.
I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a memory.
You should also know that I am better off without eggplant-fetishism.
Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,
-Krysta-

( STOP! Meme time. ) ALSO! I might be getting a job!

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From the wonderful liriel1810

( These are a few of my favorite things! )

from lil_1337

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc.

And the science gets done and you make a neat gun
For the people who are still alive...

Ugh. Have I ever mentioned how I hate, Hate, HATE being sick.
Seriously. With the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns.

First my throat was so sore a couldn't speak. It's better now, (after about a thousand cups of green tea) still scratchy but better.

Then came he headaches.
And the fever.
And the runny nose
and the CLOGGED nose.

Blah. And the million used tissue's.

But thankfully there's been a lot of good movies on today. Like a Godzilla Marathon!

Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla
Godzilla vs. Spacegodzilla. (WITH BONUS MOTHRA)

Gods i want specially medicated cake now.

It's kinda funny to think that when you were born has a affect on your personality.

So my phone finally kicked the bucket. We had a good two and a half years together before 'Greg' finally became possessed and died on me.

He died in battle, with a full battery, trying in vain to call my sister to ask if there was a zombie outbreak in the city that I didn't know about.

Rest easy in cell phone heaven Greg. We shall miss you in all your bright cheery green-ness.


EDIT: THE GREG IS BACK TO LIFE WITHOUT ANY POSSESSION. I HAVE SAVED THIS PATIENT. I AM A WINNER.


Now back to trying to get all the virus out of my patient in Trauma Center.

My cat has been overly affectionate lately.

My clothes are now covered in cat hair.

There is no lint brush in sight.

Maybe the elite beat agents will come and rescue me.


HEEEEEELP!

To what extent should globalization shape identity?

To some extent globalization should shape our identity. << On the Fence.

Three claims:
-1. Destroys language and culture. << Geisha after WW2

“anyone with painted lips could be Geisha.”

English is becoming a worldwide language and as such other languages are being lost.

Western TV is popular enough that if they pick up on a wrong aspect of a country’s culture that mistake is broadcasted around the world as truth.

-2. Dispelling myths about different cultures.

Creating more tolerance for ‘difference’

Education. Encouraging trade and intelligence through the barriers of different languages and people.

-3...

I'm so screwed here aren't I?

6 paragraphs and i have nothing to say.

Not formatted or edited yet.

( I know I must look a mess. )

Children always end up breaking their toys.

Do you think the toys ever wish they could break back?

When I'm worried, i use excessive pet names such as baby, sweetie, hunny, darling, lovely, girlish,

8| That goes for boys to. It's a bad habit that needs to be stopped. Or atleast reduced.

Okai. If I stay one more day in this house I'm going to go crackers.

I don't want to clean, or cook anymore, it's to cold to just go for a walk, and as much as I love my school friends a lot of them I just don't feel comfortable with spending large amounts of time with. It makes me feel like I'm just following them about for something to to. Like a lost puppy.

So I've come to the conclusion that no matter how cold it is tomorrow, I'll find SOMETHING to do. Alone or otherwise because if not I'll probably end up slitting my wrists just to clean up the blood and take my mind off how bloody bored and stirr crazy I am.

Also: I've been counting my pathetic points up. It's reached an unhealthy number, if something doesn't happen soon...

Also, Also: I've got growing pains in my legs again. Which means I'm growing some more. Fun. I'm already taller then Joleen and Mum, all thats left is dad and Conner. Then I'll conquer the world.