Pounds of Baked Ziti
I haven't updated in a while, and I figured everybody needs to know that I made several pounds of baked ziti. I mean, the recipe said 8 servings, but I am not sure what eight people they were referring to. Maybe eight sumos, or that Nathan's hot dog guy.
I have the place to myself and pings of tiny tiny ice hit the window. It is so blustery! I went out for ricotta cheese and green food coloring (for cake, not a special leprechaun pasta dish) and had to hold my hood down. Smarter people than I had umbrellas, and I almost went back for mine but I decided to just suck it up. Tomorrow is my anniversary, the third actually. If I went back in time and told myself the beginning of senior year that I would attend two proms, be living with someone at 20 in New York,live in Italy, and poop my pants in American Lit I would never have believed myself.
And I would say "Hey, I would never poop my pants!"
Future Me gives in, "Ok, I haven't even taken American Lit yet. But it'd be great -- everyday in class you'd be sweating, wondering when you'd poo yourself. In fact, you might have gotten so--"
"Alright!"
Dude, if you haven't heard it check out Obadiah Parker's acoustic Hey Ya on youtube.com It makes my day. OOoo! This 3 cello band called "Break of Reality" was playing in the subway and they rocked! They're on iTunes if anyone's interested. It's the kind of bad ass stuff I wish I could play when I was in a bad mood... but all I have stuck in my head is the Pirates of the Caribbean theme. budadum dadadum, dum dadadum...
So, lack of luck is forcing me go home and work. Same for Jae. Which sucks, because then I can't work on the lit mag. I could maybe video conference, but I feel that might seems to needy, or nerdy. But one month and then I'd be back for class May 14th! Oy.
I don't want to miss spring; the bulbs are coming in Central Park. And the birds are back. Running at home doesn't seem as fun.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IS FUN! HARRY POTTER THIS SUMMER!
"Is it strange that I said that without any prompting?" - Family Guy
I have the place to myself and pings of tiny tiny ice hit the window. It is so blustery! I went out for ricotta cheese and green food coloring (for cake, not a special leprechaun pasta dish) and had to hold my hood down. Smarter people than I had umbrellas, and I almost went back for mine but I decided to just suck it up. Tomorrow is my anniversary, the third actually. If I went back in time and told myself the beginning of senior year that I would attend two proms, be living with someone at 20 in New York,live in Italy, and poop my pants in American Lit I would never have believed myself.
And I would say "Hey, I would never poop my pants!"
Future Me gives in, "Ok, I haven't even taken American Lit yet. But it'd be great -- everyday in class you'd be sweating, wondering when you'd poo yourself. In fact, you might have gotten so--"
"Alright!"
Dude, if you haven't heard it check out Obadiah Parker's acoustic Hey Ya on youtube.com It makes my day. OOoo! This 3 cello band called "Break of Reality" was playing in the subway and they rocked! They're on iTunes if anyone's interested. It's the kind of bad ass stuff I wish I could play when I was in a bad mood... but all I have stuck in my head is the Pirates of the Caribbean theme. budadum dadadum, dum dadadum...
So, lack of luck is forcing me go home and work. Same for Jae. Which sucks, because then I can't work on the lit mag. I could maybe video conference, but I feel that might seems to needy, or nerdy. But one month and then I'd be back for class May 14th! Oy.
I don't want to miss spring; the bulbs are coming in Central Park. And the birds are back. Running at home doesn't seem as fun.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IS FUN! HARRY POTTER THIS SUMMER!
"Is it strange that I said that without any prompting?" - Family Guy