Peanut butter = protein.
Peanut butter cookie = peanut butter.
Therefore
Peanut butter cookie = protein.
Sad logic
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Battery Power
That awkward moment when your computer has a battery life of 7.5 hours, and you've been in the library, and you computer runs out of battery. Yeah. #19credithours #accountingexam
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Candy Corn at its finest
Half a bag of candy corn should do it.
Here's to overcommitted clashing with not enough hours in the day. Or maybe there should just be more hours in the night so that my working time doesn't conflict with this grandiose innate need to sleep, eventually.
Here's to 3:45am, again. With so much more to do.
Rats! And I was going to be catching up on sleep this weekend, and last weekend, and the many weekends before...
Oh Calamity!
Here's to overcommitted clashing with not enough hours in the day. Or maybe there should just be more hours in the night so that my working time doesn't conflict with this grandiose innate need to sleep, eventually.
Here's to 3:45am, again. With so much more to do.
Rats! And I was going to be catching up on sleep this weekend, and last weekend, and the many weekends before...
Oh Calamity!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
list-sick
I have a list. I have a very long list. Its tasks grow at a rate far more rapidly than those that are taken off.
I wish I didn't have a list. I wish I didn't even have a very short list.
It is I who created the list, and I am lost without it. Why would I create such a monstrous string of obligations?
Wouldn't life be more exciting without a list? It may be a little more chaotic, and more mistakes will certainly be had, but we would be able to focus our greedily-minded self-absorptions on something more worth the time.
As I sit here and cross the mundane tasks off my list, just know, that YOU are more important.
Why didn't you make it onto my list? Because it should have been not my list, but ours. Our list.
Nothing I do is really worthwhile in my opinion because it has made me so self-consumed, and I am sick of it.
I am list-sick.
I wish I didn't have a list. I wish I didn't even have a very short list.
It is I who created the list, and I am lost without it. Why would I create such a monstrous string of obligations?
Wouldn't life be more exciting without a list? It may be a little more chaotic, and more mistakes will certainly be had, but we would be able to focus our greedily-minded self-absorptions on something more worth the time.
As I sit here and cross the mundane tasks off my list, just know, that YOU are more important.
Why didn't you make it onto my list? Because it should have been not my list, but ours. Our list.
Nothing I do is really worthwhile in my opinion because it has made me so self-consumed, and I am sick of it.
I am list-sick.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Cars Pull, Cars don't play pool
Who would have known that "carpool" is not, in fact, spelled "car-pull?"
I just threw years worth of Shurley Grammar out the window.
And I get confused at times when it comes to accents.
Sorry mates,
especially when it's late or I've just woken from a deep slumber.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Septemberly Bacon
My meals consist of six foods, and six foods only:
Cereal
Corn
Spinach leaves
Bananas (blended)
Earl Grey Tea
BACON
Bacon. Ah, the simple pleasures in life. Or maybe it's just breakfast food, errr, maybe it's not the breakfast food itself; rather, it is the positively radiant connotation associated with breakfast - the slipping on of the house moccasins, sipping coffee at one's leisure, reclining either outside or at the window basking in the waking up of the tired earth, reading a book or the newspaper's humorous column of absurdity. Just taking the time to enjoy a little bit of repose before LIFE hits you in the face like a biting winter's wind.
Of course, not every morning is like this glorious initiative, but the pure fact that COULD BE makes it all the more glorious.
Today, as I wistfully eyed the salad topped with two pieces of bacon and pondered the employment of my stealthy pilferage of all bacon toppings, a kind man gifted me his bacon. He must of recognized the greedy bacon-stricken look upon my face, for he offered it to me at once!
If only every kind man gifted me his bacon. Oh wait, that sounds dirty... How about: If only all kind gentlemen of this fine tavern so nameth "Le Caf" were to bestow upon me their rations of slaughtered pig that gently lie-eth nestled between such exquisite greenery and freshly picked crop from this year's yields. YES, I accept your kind offer.
Cereal
Corn
Spinach leaves
Bananas (blended)
Earl Grey Tea
BACON
Bacon. Ah, the simple pleasures in life. Or maybe it's just breakfast food, errr, maybe it's not the breakfast food itself; rather, it is the positively radiant connotation associated with breakfast - the slipping on of the house moccasins, sipping coffee at one's leisure, reclining either outside or at the window basking in the waking up of the tired earth, reading a book or the newspaper's humorous column of absurdity. Just taking the time to enjoy a little bit of repose before LIFE hits you in the face like a biting winter's wind.
Of course, not every morning is like this glorious initiative, but the pure fact that COULD BE makes it all the more glorious.
Today, as I wistfully eyed the salad topped with two pieces of bacon and pondered the employment of my stealthy pilferage of all bacon toppings, a kind man gifted me his bacon. He must of recognized the greedy bacon-stricken look upon my face, for he offered it to me at once!
If only every kind man gifted me his bacon. Oh wait, that sounds dirty... How about: If only all kind gentlemen of this fine tavern so nameth "Le Caf" were to bestow upon me their rations of slaughtered pig that gently lie-eth nestled between such exquisite greenery and freshly picked crop from this year's yields. YES, I accept your kind offer.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Squeal(bid) Day
bid day.
It's not that I'm anti-greek. I am simply not interested in it. It doesn't float in my boat; it doesn't settle well in my stomach; it doesn't turn me on; it's not enticing enough for my odd idiosyncrasies.
It's not on my check-list. It is not a life goal. It's not a generational matter in my family. It's not a culture I want to be a part of. It's not my culture.
I enjoyed observing everyone squeal and cry with excitement. That's what floats their boats. I am happy for them. So many happy faces.
But I did NOT enjoy observing the girls who had been dropped stand on the outside and try to support their friends who did get in. "Getting in," whatever that means. BRUTAL.
Bid Day was their moment. I am perfectly fine not being in that kind of social order, getting a big or a little.
That is not my kind of happy moment.
As long as I get to toss a coin over my shoulder into the fountain every day, I am perfectly content.
It's not that I'm anti-greek. I am simply not interested in it. It doesn't float in my boat; it doesn't settle well in my stomach; it doesn't turn me on; it's not enticing enough for my odd idiosyncrasies.
It's not on my check-list. It is not a life goal. It's not a generational matter in my family. It's not a culture I want to be a part of. It's not my culture.
I enjoyed observing everyone squeal and cry with excitement. That's what floats their boats. I am happy for them. So many happy faces.
But I did NOT enjoy observing the girls who had been dropped stand on the outside and try to support their friends who did get in. "Getting in," whatever that means. BRUTAL.
Bid Day was their moment. I am perfectly fine not being in that kind of social order, getting a big or a little.
That is not my kind of happy moment.
As long as I get to toss a coin over my shoulder into the fountain every day, I am perfectly content.
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