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First off, a nod to World AIDS Day. Now, an overview of my Thanksgiving Break:
So the car made it all the way to Riley last Monday, no issue. It was daytime and I ran with headphones on because I didn’t trust it enough to use the radio; also one of the gadgets on the dash kept making a persistent high-pitched beeping sound, which would have otherwise gotten very old very fast. White Trash Beautiful, which I found out has two preceding nicknames as well-Air Force One and 747, due to all its high-tech shit-got worked on a bit while I was in Riley and right now everything’s running fine; I can use the heater, the headlights, and even the radio; I just gotta play it safe for now and make sure to run the car once a day or whatever. So I’ll go visit people or pick up a few commodities, or something like that, no problem.
Thanksgiving Break was pretty cool overall. I didn’t really go anywhere or see much of anyone like I had wanted to, but not being able to wasn’t a disaster, and I’ll be back that way in a few weeks again anyhow. River has taken to calling me “Fluffy” now, so I’m asking my sisters which one of them’s gonna be my Jaken XP
Some culinary things I discovered while home over the break:
· Celery leaves are edible, and taste quite good with mushrooms and turkey on grilled cheese sandwiches.
· Cranberries, while they should be praised for their versatility and their many flavorful by-products, on their own possess a texture and a taste akin to that of a block of wood, which maybe happened to fall briefly in a pitcher of cranberry juice. I’ve now found myself the possessor of an entire bag of this red Indian fruit, so I’m gonna search around on the Internet for some ideas to try out on them.
· Pumpkin pie, even according to my mom’s high-standard daycare dietary regulations, does indeed count as a vegetable. So I didn’t feel bad having it and coffee for breakfast a few times last week.
· Mushrooms and hummus are the shit. I bought a container of each last night at Aldi’s.
I bought a few warmer shirts at the store in Aggieville, from which by now almost everything I own clothes-wise that isn’t socks or underwear has come from. Prior to this most of what I had for cooler weather (sans layering) has been comprised of plain black long-sleeved shirts, so this ought to discourage any impression I may have previously given off that I don’t wash my clothes, haha.
Although, one thing that annoyed-even infuriated me for a little bit on Sunday night-was the usurpation of my one really colorful long-sleeved shirt. It’s more than a little tattered-there’s a hole worn through the left shoulder, and the pocket on the front won’t contain anything because half of it’s no longer attached to said front-but it’s black and blue and bright green-striped and reminds me of a Van Gogh painting and I even have a scarf that matches it shade for shade perfectly and it looks damn good on me. It’d been lying around our house all summer, most of that time hanging in my closet, and when I asked whose it was Sammi, the youngest sister, said some friend of hers had left it there and never retrieved it, and when I asked I was told I could have it. Well, she changed her story this past week and said a friend had given it to her and she wanted it back. (Never mind she’s “lost” some of my clothes in the laundry before and months later I get my size-small black shirts back stretched out with nasty white deodorant crusts on the inside.) Tried smuggling it out with me in the laundry Sunday night, but my mom had remembered and pulled it out.
Now, that in itself wasn’t what pissed me off. I can go search for another, similar shirt or something, or if all else fails, just flat-out steal it back later if Sam hasn’t been wearing it or anything. What pissed me off was that she pulled the basket out of the backseat of my car and started pulling out my clothes checking it, in the middle of the fucking street while I’m trying to get all my shit together and leave. If something’s just lying around is one thing, but I don’t like it when people rummage through my shit without at least asking me or announcing what they’re doing or something. Sort of like nearly every experience I’ve ever had even remotely resembling intimacy: no one thinks to get permission before putting their hands wherever ==+++
But much as it pissed me off right then, that’s a pretty minute detail. (And like I said, it’s something I can steal back, now for revenge-I can be a petty bitch, too.) Break was overall pretty fine. Amanda and I got up early on Friday … to go to a mosque. It’s for this immersion essay assignment of mine: you go out and do something you’ve never done before, then you write your essay about it. I need to have the rough draft done by Friday, so the mosque experience will get its own entry later this week.
Right now I gotta head up to the bookstore to do buy-back training. Work starts up next week, end of the semester nearing and all. Money!
So the car made it all the way to Riley last Monday, no issue. It was daytime and I ran with headphones on because I didn’t trust it enough to use the radio; also one of the gadgets on the dash kept making a persistent high-pitched beeping sound, which would have otherwise gotten very old very fast. White Trash Beautiful, which I found out has two preceding nicknames as well-Air Force One and 747, due to all its high-tech shit-got worked on a bit while I was in Riley and right now everything’s running fine; I can use the heater, the headlights, and even the radio; I just gotta play it safe for now and make sure to run the car once a day or whatever. So I’ll go visit people or pick up a few commodities, or something like that, no problem.
Thanksgiving Break was pretty cool overall. I didn’t really go anywhere or see much of anyone like I had wanted to, but not being able to wasn’t a disaster, and I’ll be back that way in a few weeks again anyhow. River has taken to calling me “Fluffy” now, so I’m asking my sisters which one of them’s gonna be my Jaken XP
Some culinary things I discovered while home over the break:
· Celery leaves are edible, and taste quite good with mushrooms and turkey on grilled cheese sandwiches.
· Cranberries, while they should be praised for their versatility and their many flavorful by-products, on their own possess a texture and a taste akin to that of a block of wood, which maybe happened to fall briefly in a pitcher of cranberry juice. I’ve now found myself the possessor of an entire bag of this red Indian fruit, so I’m gonna search around on the Internet for some ideas to try out on them.
· Pumpkin pie, even according to my mom’s high-standard daycare dietary regulations, does indeed count as a vegetable. So I didn’t feel bad having it and coffee for breakfast a few times last week.
· Mushrooms and hummus are the shit. I bought a container of each last night at Aldi’s.
I bought a few warmer shirts at the store in Aggieville, from which by now almost everything I own clothes-wise that isn’t socks or underwear has come from. Prior to this most of what I had for cooler weather (sans layering) has been comprised of plain black long-sleeved shirts, so this ought to discourage any impression I may have previously given off that I don’t wash my clothes, haha.
Although, one thing that annoyed-even infuriated me for a little bit on Sunday night-was the usurpation of my one really colorful long-sleeved shirt. It’s more than a little tattered-there’s a hole worn through the left shoulder, and the pocket on the front won’t contain anything because half of it’s no longer attached to said front-but it’s black and blue and bright green-striped and reminds me of a Van Gogh painting and I even have a scarf that matches it shade for shade perfectly and it looks damn good on me. It’d been lying around our house all summer, most of that time hanging in my closet, and when I asked whose it was Sammi, the youngest sister, said some friend of hers had left it there and never retrieved it, and when I asked I was told I could have it. Well, she changed her story this past week and said a friend had given it to her and she wanted it back. (Never mind she’s “lost” some of my clothes in the laundry before and months later I get my size-small black shirts back stretched out with nasty white deodorant crusts on the inside.) Tried smuggling it out with me in the laundry Sunday night, but my mom had remembered and pulled it out.
Now, that in itself wasn’t what pissed me off. I can go search for another, similar shirt or something, or if all else fails, just flat-out steal it back later if Sam hasn’t been wearing it or anything. What pissed me off was that she pulled the basket out of the backseat of my car and started pulling out my clothes checking it, in the middle of the fucking street while I’m trying to get all my shit together and leave. If something’s just lying around is one thing, but I don’t like it when people rummage through my shit without at least asking me or announcing what they’re doing or something. Sort of like nearly every experience I’ve ever had even remotely resembling intimacy: no one thinks to get permission before putting their hands wherever ==+++
But much as it pissed me off right then, that’s a pretty minute detail. (And like I said, it’s something I can steal back, now for revenge-I can be a petty bitch, too.) Break was overall pretty fine. Amanda and I got up early on Friday … to go to a mosque. It’s for this immersion essay assignment of mine: you go out and do something you’ve never done before, then you write your essay about it. I need to have the rough draft done by Friday, so the mosque experience will get its own entry later this week.
Right now I gotta head up to the bookstore to do buy-back training. Work starts up next week, end of the semester nearing and all. Money!