There's some hotdog in my...
• There's some hotdog in my...
Yeah so tonight wasn't the best night for the Aardvarks. We didn't go bowling, there is a test tomorrow that none of us felt particularly ready for.
But to ensure that you do get some weird Aardvark news I'll tell you a story:I made hotdogs last night, boiling them to the right temperature in a pan. Hours later I thought it would be cool to make hot chocolate. Sure I could just boil water in a kettle and add that instant stuff, but how much better would it be if I heated some milk? So I did and made what would have been awesome hot chocolate. Except that it tasted salty, oily even. I was in tears standing with my obviously flawed hot chocolate in my hands wondering what I had done wrong?Then I remembered the pan I used to boil hotdogs and realized I had just used the same pan to boil milk. I had tainted my elixer with hotdog juices. This just goes to show that when 11 rolls around and you want something to drink make sure you are thinking about what you are doing rather than the aerobic training effects on the body.
NOTE: everything between this line and the one at the bottom is, well, rather depression. So to avoid that you should just skip to the bottom.
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I'm having an adverse reaction to other people's joy. I have had two different people tell me they are now engaged in the past week. While this is great I am a little worried about how I reacted. I thought, screw you guys! The reasons for which I don't actually feel particularly comfortable talking about on an open forem such as this. Nothing bad, mind you, just envious.
I'm trying to become more prominent in my guild, however, this has been met with disaster and me getting less sleep. I think I'm going to submit myself to not expecting to get anything cool out of guild runs anytime soon, or ever for that matter.
I have become disenchanted with the way my body responds to physical activity other than running. I.e. I wonder if I'll ever look like anything other than a bunch of bones.
There has been increased talk between Andrew and myself working on comics (not really increased talk he just sent me an article). This article was written by a pretty pissy fellow. He seems to have read too many online comics that sucked and thus decided to lash out at the online comic world in general because of it. Yes there are thousands of webcomics and yes many schmucks think they are going to make it big by making them. However, my intention was never to become famous. I just want to create a story and have something to show for it. But we'll see if I ever get time to do that. Or make time to do it.
Silly me, if I were more proactive about the way I do things I would always have time to do what I want right?
Finally, I really have come to dislike my own taste concerning particular things.
What a downer post man. I'll put a line where you should have stopped reading and a disclaimer about how utterly depressing this rant is.
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NOTE: End depressing content.
MAP (Management of Applied Physiology) Test tomorrow, wish me luck!
Good night kid'o's
Yeah so tonight wasn't the best night for the Aardvarks. We didn't go bowling, there is a test tomorrow that none of us felt particularly ready for.
But to ensure that you do get some weird Aardvark news I'll tell you a story:I made hotdogs last night, boiling them to the right temperature in a pan. Hours later I thought it would be cool to make hot chocolate. Sure I could just boil water in a kettle and add that instant stuff, but how much better would it be if I heated some milk? So I did and made what would have been awesome hot chocolate. Except that it tasted salty, oily even. I was in tears standing with my obviously flawed hot chocolate in my hands wondering what I had done wrong?Then I remembered the pan I used to boil hotdogs and realized I had just used the same pan to boil milk. I had tainted my elixer with hotdog juices. This just goes to show that when 11 rolls around and you want something to drink make sure you are thinking about what you are doing rather than the aerobic training effects on the body.
NOTE: everything between this line and the one at the bottom is, well, rather depression. So to avoid that you should just skip to the bottom.
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I'm having an adverse reaction to other people's joy. I have had two different people tell me they are now engaged in the past week. While this is great I am a little worried about how I reacted. I thought, screw you guys! The reasons for which I don't actually feel particularly comfortable talking about on an open forem such as this. Nothing bad, mind you, just envious.
I'm trying to become more prominent in my guild, however, this has been met with disaster and me getting less sleep. I think I'm going to submit myself to not expecting to get anything cool out of guild runs anytime soon, or ever for that matter.
I have become disenchanted with the way my body responds to physical activity other than running. I.e. I wonder if I'll ever look like anything other than a bunch of bones.
There has been increased talk between Andrew and myself working on comics (not really increased talk he just sent me an article). This article was written by a pretty pissy fellow. He seems to have read too many online comics that sucked and thus decided to lash out at the online comic world in general because of it. Yes there are thousands of webcomics and yes many schmucks think they are going to make it big by making them. However, my intention was never to become famous. I just want to create a story and have something to show for it. But we'll see if I ever get time to do that. Or make time to do it.
Silly me, if I were more proactive about the way I do things I would always have time to do what I want right?
Finally, I really have come to dislike my own taste concerning particular things.
What a downer post man. I'll put a line where you should have stopped reading and a disclaimer about how utterly depressing this rant is.
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NOTE: End depressing content.
MAP (Management of Applied Physiology) Test tomorrow, wish me luck!
Good night kid'o's