Frack, it's a word being used.
Having nothing to do. I don't think there's anything else that can drive me more crazy.
For the past six days, I have had no obligations. No work, no school, no appointments, no plans. OH MY GOD. I know I'm complaining about the act of simply getting through a day consisting of eating, pooping, watching numerous hours of YouTube and Arrested Development, sleeping, and doing it all over again. And I know that in two weeks, when the semester begins, I'll be whining about the plethora of papers and exams. But I'm beginning to tweak out. If I watch one more Hills episode online, or read another Hammett novel, I will pop a bitch. There is no happy medium, folks. Somebody, give me something to do. Hire me, I will alphabetize everything you own, and then shine it all. I'd get a job, but I can not. RARRR.
In the wake of such boredom, I have become obsessed with three things: Britney Spears, Michael Jackson and the idea of cooking. Brit because I pine for her pre-mama Oops! I Did it Again music video era, and Michael for the Thriller/Bad era. Both classic, old obsessions that date back as far as '90 (Thriller) but the cooking thing is new. Brian had gotten me the new Jamie Oliver cookbook, and I know the man's no Julia Child, but I really love this book. It's simple and Jamie doesn't come off too "I'm-a-professional-so-you're-mincemeat." The recipes are beautiful, and I can't wait to try this stuff. One thing Jamie did do is drive home the necessity of eating fish at least twice a week to stay healthy and live longer. So there we are, a new resolution I will try to enforce all year. If I only I had fish around...
I'm watching the People's Choice Awards. This shit is sad.
For the past six days, I have had no obligations. No work, no school, no appointments, no plans. OH MY GOD. I know I'm complaining about the act of simply getting through a day consisting of eating, pooping, watching numerous hours of YouTube and Arrested Development, sleeping, and doing it all over again. And I know that in two weeks, when the semester begins, I'll be whining about the plethora of papers and exams. But I'm beginning to tweak out. If I watch one more Hills episode online, or read another Hammett novel, I will pop a bitch. There is no happy medium, folks. Somebody, give me something to do. Hire me, I will alphabetize everything you own, and then shine it all. I'd get a job, but I can not. RARRR.
In the wake of such boredom, I have become obsessed with three things: Britney Spears, Michael Jackson and the idea of cooking. Brit because I pine for her pre-mama Oops! I Did it Again music video era, and Michael for the Thriller/Bad era. Both classic, old obsessions that date back as far as '90 (Thriller) but the cooking thing is new. Brian had gotten me the new Jamie Oliver cookbook, and I know the man's no Julia Child, but I really love this book. It's simple and Jamie doesn't come off too "I'm-a-professional-so-you're-mincemeat." The recipes are beautiful, and I can't wait to try this stuff. One thing Jamie did do is drive home the necessity of eating fish at least twice a week to stay healthy and live longer. So there we are, a new resolution I will try to enforce all year. If I only I had fish around...
I'm watching the People's Choice Awards. This shit is sad.