some random updates
my goal is to drink one glass of licorice root tea everyday. and to make lots of yummy soups.
lately i've been learning to bake vegan. it is terribly difficult to find somewhere that sells agave nectar up here. i'm still looking. anyone ever been to the harvest coop in central square? i was thinking maybe theyd have it.
once again i am in a week of hell. tests all over the place. as usual i have managed to become sick and miserable. and i am GREAT at procrastinating.
other than that, life is good. i am officially moved in with my baby. waking up next to him everyday is the greatest thing ever. ok ok i know, mush mush mush gross gross gross. things are good though. we go to his parents house usually once a weekend for dinner. the past 2 mondays i've made dinner and taken it out to his dad b/c his mom is in california. it's nice cause then his dad has some leftovers for the week. (he's in a wheelchair so getting dinner for himself can be a daunting and near impossible task). i like to cook too so this makes me happy.
random story time:
so 2 nights ago ari blair and i are just sitting watching the oblongs around 8:30PM waiting for our moogy's to arrive (moogy's is sub deliciousness) and we hear a knock on the door. some guy comes stumbling in. apparently a friend of ari's from high school. he's obviously very high/drunk/tripping face/on something (we're not sure which) and he proceeds to be really loud, proclaim his love for everything, rub my thigh once ari was out of the room, and then THROW OUR FURNITURE around. not cool. so blair tells him he needs to get out. he protests a little, blair insists. he says he needs to use the bathroom and then he'll leave. so he goes in there, takes a while, comes out and goes "where the fuck am i?!" blair resumes urging him to get out of our apartment. he leaves. few minutes later i go to the bathroom to find that he has pissed all OVER the toilet, floor, trashcan, scale, and bathmat. ummm yeah. needless to say, this guy is not welcome back into this apartment.
i am addicted to the online game miss bimbo (as a direct result of melissa posting about it in her lj a month or so ago) and i spend way too much time playing that instead of studying. ha. missbimbo.com pure awesome.
hmmm guess that's about it for now. :tips hat:
lately i've been learning to bake vegan. it is terribly difficult to find somewhere that sells agave nectar up here. i'm still looking. anyone ever been to the harvest coop in central square? i was thinking maybe theyd have it.
once again i am in a week of hell. tests all over the place. as usual i have managed to become sick and miserable. and i am GREAT at procrastinating.
other than that, life is good. i am officially moved in with my baby. waking up next to him everyday is the greatest thing ever. ok ok i know, mush mush mush gross gross gross. things are good though. we go to his parents house usually once a weekend for dinner. the past 2 mondays i've made dinner and taken it out to his dad b/c his mom is in california. it's nice cause then his dad has some leftovers for the week. (he's in a wheelchair so getting dinner for himself can be a daunting and near impossible task). i like to cook too so this makes me happy.
random story time:
so 2 nights ago ari blair and i are just sitting watching the oblongs around 8:30PM waiting for our moogy's to arrive (moogy's is sub deliciousness) and we hear a knock on the door. some guy comes stumbling in. apparently a friend of ari's from high school. he's obviously very high/drunk/tripping face/on something (we're not sure which) and he proceeds to be really loud, proclaim his love for everything, rub my thigh once ari was out of the room, and then THROW OUR FURNITURE around. not cool. so blair tells him he needs to get out. he protests a little, blair insists. he says he needs to use the bathroom and then he'll leave. so he goes in there, takes a while, comes out and goes "where the fuck am i?!" blair resumes urging him to get out of our apartment. he leaves. few minutes later i go to the bathroom to find that he has pissed all OVER the toilet, floor, trashcan, scale, and bathmat. ummm yeah. needless to say, this guy is not welcome back into this apartment.
i am addicted to the online game miss bimbo (as a direct result of melissa posting about it in her lj a month or so ago) and i spend way too much time playing that instead of studying. ha. missbimbo.com pure awesome.
hmmm guess that's about it for now. :tips hat: