All credit goes to Marilyn Wann, author of Fat!So?. She posted this on her tumblr :)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes.
The past month’s been full of changes for me; some good, some bad, some big, some life-changing. Back in August, when both my sister and my best friend moved away from home, and I realized I was going to be here for a while longer than I’d intended, I became pretty depressed. I felt like all I did this summer was go to work and take care of my grandfather. Both were draining me, and I’m pretty sure I was no fun to be around. I’ve been taking a lot of slack from my parents for how I’ve dealt with the challenges that have been thrown at me. For almost four years, I’ve been told almost constantly that I’m doing the wrong thing, and that this thing or that choice is going to leave me poor/unhappy/lonelier than I already am. I’m starting school in 9 hours and my father’s still making comments about me not doing anything and having to live at home forever.
But something happened after my 20th birthday. I’m not exactly sure what it was, or what changed in me, but something did. I feel so much stronger, and able to handle things now. Slowly losing my family is tough. Watching one of the strongest men I know deteriorate from cancer has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to see. My mother’s parents are both extremely ill right now too, and it’s stressful on everyone… But for the first time in so long, I feel like I can deal with this.
So what’s the point of me telling you this? First, I’m apologizing for being a flaky friend to a lot of people for the past couple months. I say yes to too many people for too many things, and I end up looking like a shit head. I’m sorry. Second, I’m going to be mad ass busy. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be going to school every day from 9 am to 4:30 pm. Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, I’ll be working my new job in the evening. My curr ent job (bath and body works) is going to just schedule me whenever they feel like it, working around the two set schedules. Basically, I’m going to be one hustlin’ bitch. I know some of you could probably care less, but for the people I talk to on a regular basis, it might be a big change.
So I guess I figured I’d just throw this out there. Take from all of it what you will. I’m pretty happy, and while some shit is going wrong right now (finances and grandma’s being in the hospital), I’m doing ok. And OK is going to have to be enough for now.
But something happened after my 20th birthday. I’m not exactly sure what it was, or what changed in me, but something did. I feel so much stronger, and able to handle things now. Slowly losing my family is tough. Watching one of the strongest men I know deteriorate from cancer has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to see. My mother’s parents are both extremely ill right now too, and it’s stressful on everyone… But for the first time in so long, I feel like I can deal with this.
So what’s the point of me telling you this? First, I’m apologizing for being a flaky friend to a lot of people for the past couple months. I say yes to too many people for too many things, and I end up looking like a shit head. I’m sorry. Second, I’m going to be mad ass busy. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be going to school every day from 9 am to 4:30 pm. Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, I’ll be working my new job in the evening. My curr ent job (bath and body works) is going to just schedule me whenever they feel like it, working around the two set schedules. Basically, I’m going to be one hustlin’ bitch. I know some of you could probably care less, but for the people I talk to on a regular basis, it might be a big change.
So I guess I figured I’d just throw this out there. Take from all of it what you will. I’m pretty happy, and while some shit is going wrong right now (finances and grandma’s being in the hospital), I’m doing ok. And OK is going to have to be enough for now.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I made pancakes.
Let me begin by telling you that this is not a food blog. There are no pictures, because I’m not a cook. I make food that is tasty, for me, and just for me. I made the meatloaf and mashed potatoes and felt like a genius. That’s the only reason I posted it.
That being said, I am a pancake queen. I love, love, love pancakes, but I never order them when I go to diners. I don’t trust them. I make my own. Normally I make them from scratch, because it’s too easy not to. However, I’ve been getting lazy. I bought whole-wheat pancake mix. All I do is add water, and I like that. I have no patience.
So start with whole wheat pancake mix. The box said to use 1 cup of mix and ¾ cup of water, so I put all that in a bowl and mixed it.
Here’s where my genius comes in. I folded in white chocolate chip and Craisins, a handful of each… but it gets better. After my pancakes were done, I took a can of sliced peaches and rinsed them. I hate the syrup, but I hate peeling and slicing my own peaches even more, so I’ll rinse the shit out of canned ones instead. I put 2 tablespoons of butter.
Yeah, two. I’m fat, does this shock you?
Two tablespoons of butter in a really hot pan so it starts melting and getting a little brown right away. Dump the drained peaches in. DON’T GET WATER IN THE BUTTER. IT WILL SPATTER AND HURT LIKE HELL. Swish the peaches around in the butter, and put like a handful of brown sugar over top of all of it, then a few shakes of pumpkin pie spice. Mix it all together on high heat so the peaches cook down. Then get your potato masher. Yup, potato masher. The same one we use to make, GET THIS, the mashed potatoes.
Mash the shit out of the peaches and butter and sugar. Now spoon way too much of it over top of your pancakes. Enjoy your new ass.
That being said, I am a pancake queen. I love, love, love pancakes, but I never order them when I go to diners. I don’t trust them. I make my own. Normally I make them from scratch, because it’s too easy not to. However, I’ve been getting lazy. I bought whole-wheat pancake mix. All I do is add water, and I like that. I have no patience.
So start with whole wheat pancake mix. The box said to use 1 cup of mix and ¾ cup of water, so I put all that in a bowl and mixed it.
Here’s where my genius comes in. I folded in white chocolate chip and Craisins, a handful of each… but it gets better. After my pancakes were done, I took a can of sliced peaches and rinsed them. I hate the syrup, but I hate peeling and slicing my own peaches even more, so I’ll rinse the shit out of canned ones instead. I put 2 tablespoons of butter.
Yeah, two. I’m fat, does this shock you?
Two tablespoons of butter in a really hot pan so it starts melting and getting a little brown right away. Dump the drained peaches in. DON’T GET WATER IN THE BUTTER. IT WILL SPATTER AND HURT LIKE HELL. Swish the peaches around in the butter, and put like a handful of brown sugar over top of all of it, then a few shakes of pumpkin pie spice. Mix it all together on high heat so the peaches cook down. Then get your potato masher. Yup, potato masher. The same one we use to make, GET THIS, the mashed potatoes.
Mash the shit out of the peaches and butter and sugar. Now spoon way too much of it over top of your pancakes. Enjoy your new ass.
Monday, September 13, 2010
MEATLOAF
Here is my meatloaf recipe. I came up with it all on my own, with influences from Grandma and Paula Dean. Paula excites me, because it's like watching my Grandma on tv, except Grandma's laugh is so much nicer.
Best Meatloaf
2-ish lbs of ground beef. Pick your fat level. I don’t care. I think I used 85.
½-3/4 of an onion, roughly chopped.
2-3 cloves of garlic, depending on how ballsy you are.
1 ½ cups of bread crumbs/stale bread that you put in a plastic bag and beat with a spoon to crush.
1 egg
1 ½ tbsp. steak sauce
A few heavy shakes of Italian seasoning.
SPECIAL SAUCE
½ cup bbq sauce
1/3 cup tomato sauce
1 cup ketchup
Pinch of dried garlic
Pinch of red pepper flakes
Preheat your oven to 375°. Chop/crush everything. Stick it all in a bowl and blend REALLY well with your hands. Utensils are for babies. Attempt to form it into a loaf shape, and stick it in a lightly oiled dutch oven. Mine’s from Calphalon because I’m better than you. Also, I live right next to the outlet and got it mad cheap. Spread half the special sauce on top, covering it. Put the cover on the pot. Stick it in the oven for about 50 minutes. I set my oven for 45, but my cat was distracting me. Pull it out and pour the rest of the sauce on it. Leave the lid off, and put the loaf back in the oven for another hour. After an hour, turn the oven off but leave it in there for about 20 minutes. Don’t open the oven door or ALL WILL BE LOST. Take this time to make some mashed potatoes. Oh look, here’s a recipe. You can’t screw it up.
I-Can’t-Stop-Shoving-Them-In-My-Face Mashed Potatoes.
4-5 Large red potatoes
1/3 cup sour cream
A handful of grated reggiano cheese
A small pat of butter
2 tsp. garlic powder.
1 tsp. salt.
Get a pot of boiling water. Peel some of the nasty skin off the potatoes, but you can leave what’s not dirty on there. Skin makes it look fancy. Boil the potatoes for about 20 minutes, or until you can stick a fork in the biggest pieces without any resistance. Drain the potatoes, and put them back in the pot. Add the rest of the ingrediants and mash with a real potato masher. Don’t use a mixer. Man up and use a real potato masher.
Best Meatloaf
2-ish lbs of ground beef. Pick your fat level. I don’t care. I think I used 85.
½-3/4 of an onion, roughly chopped.
2-3 cloves of garlic, depending on how ballsy you are.
1 ½ cups of bread crumbs/stale bread that you put in a plastic bag and beat with a spoon to crush.
1 egg
1 ½ tbsp. steak sauce
A few heavy shakes of Italian seasoning.
SPECIAL SAUCE
½ cup bbq sauce
1/3 cup tomato sauce
1 cup ketchup
Pinch of dried garlic
Pinch of red pepper flakes
Preheat your oven to 375°. Chop/crush everything. Stick it all in a bowl and blend REALLY well with your hands. Utensils are for babies. Attempt to form it into a loaf shape, and stick it in a lightly oiled dutch oven. Mine’s from Calphalon because I’m better than you. Also, I live right next to the outlet and got it mad cheap. Spread half the special sauce on top, covering it. Put the cover on the pot. Stick it in the oven for about 50 minutes. I set my oven for 45, but my cat was distracting me. Pull it out and pour the rest of the sauce on it. Leave the lid off, and put the loaf back in the oven for another hour. After an hour, turn the oven off but leave it in there for about 20 minutes. Don’t open the oven door or ALL WILL BE LOST. Take this time to make some mashed potatoes. Oh look, here’s a recipe. You can’t screw it up.
I-Can’t-Stop-Shoving-Them-In-My-Face Mashed Potatoes.
4-5 Large red potatoes
1/3 cup sour cream
A handful of grated reggiano cheese
A small pat of butter
2 tsp. garlic powder.
1 tsp. salt.
Get a pot of boiling water. Peel some of the nasty skin off the potatoes, but you can leave what’s not dirty on there. Skin makes it look fancy. Boil the potatoes for about 20 minutes, or until you can stick a fork in the biggest pieces without any resistance. Drain the potatoes, and put them back in the pot. Add the rest of the ingrediants and mash with a real potato masher. Don’t use a mixer. Man up and use a real potato masher.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
How I spend my free time
I won't lie to you, I have a lot of friends that I've met through various things on the internet. I'm not ashamed, I think a lot more people do it than admit to it. This is my friend, Dan. He has this little internet/musical stage name, DanExMachina, so I've replaced his real screen name with DXM, and I'm Krissy... because I'm Krissy. The following conversation is about Possum Kingdom, by The Toadies. In case you're a little slow, I made you a nice little hyperlink, so by clicking the name of the song you can go see the video on youtube. Aren't I nice?
Anyway, here's the convo. See if you can pick out the cute little Talking Heads reference I threw in there just to taunt him. I was dying from laughter the whole time. You'll probably think we're queer. I don't really care.
Krissy (4:05:23 PM): listening to possum kingdom makes me want to drink beer and wear cutoffs
DXM (4:05:32 PM): great song about vampires
Krissy (4:05:34 PM): lol
Krissy (4:05:44 PM): it is so not about vampires
DXM (4:05:53 PM): have you ever read the words
Krissy (4:05:58 PM): yes
DXM (4:06:00 PM): ...
Krissy (4:06:10 PM): wait
Krissy (4:06:12 PM): are you being serious
DXM (4:06:14 PM): yes
Krissy (4:06:15 PM): how did i miss this
Krissy (4:06:17 PM): no fucking way
DXM (4:06:44 PM): prolly too busy watching jewblood
Krissy (4:06:52 PM): it's totally about like
Krissy (4:06:55 PM): necrophilia
Krissy (4:07:08 PM): he's gonna kill her
Krissy (4:07:11 PM): and fuck her dead body
DXM (4:07:20 PM): nah the tell is
DXM (4:07:33 PM): You'll stay as beautiful
With dark hair
And soft skin...forever
Forever
DXM (4:07:38 PM): cuzimmortal
Krissy (4:07:46 PM): cuzdead so not again
Krissy (4:07:49 PM): *aging
DXM (4:07:58 PM): skin doesnt last forever
DXM (4:08:12 PM): ...unless you're a vamp
Krissy (4:08:13 PM): omg please do not ruin this song for me
DXM (4:08:25 PM): vampires are great
DXM (4:08:41 PM): just cuz twilight and true blood made them uncool recently
DXM (4:08:50 PM): does not undo seven years of buffy
Krissy (4:08:54 PM): lol
Krissy (4:08:55 PM): omg
Krissy (4:09:02 PM): what the fuck is up with people and buffy
DXM (4:09:07 PM): best show ever
Krissy (4:09:20 PM): DAN HE LEGIT GOES DO YOU WANNA DIE DO YOU WANNA DIE DO YOU WANNA DIIIIIIE
DXM (4:09:27 PM): yes
Krissy (4:09:36 PM): I will treat you well, my sweet angel = i'm going to fuck your dead body
DXM (4:09:59 PM): how does treating someone well mean fucking their body
DXM (4:10:23 PM): he's asking her to become immortal because "do you wanna die" is the OTHER option
DXM (4:10:40 PM): and saying he'll treat her well for eternity
Krissy (4:10:50 PM): so he's a vampire too
Krissy (4:10:54 PM): no
DXM (4:10:56 PM): the angel thing is cute cuz geddit
DXM (4:11:11 PM): yes thats the point, he wants to sire her
Krissy (4:11:35 PM): no
Krissy (4:11:42 PM): he's a psycho killer
Krissy (4:11:42 PM): Qu'est-ce que c'est?
DXM (4:11:51 PM): if he's not a vampire then what's his "dark secret"
Krissy (4:11:54 PM): (just looked up spelling)
DXM (4:12:06 PM): also
Krissy (4:12:06 PM): his dark secret = murderer
DXM (4:12:08 PM): I want you for mine
My blushing bride
Krissy (4:12:16 PM): = i'm going to fuck oyu
Krissy (4:12:20 PM): take your virginity
DXM (4:12:27 PM): no one says LET ME TELL YOU MY SECRET: I'M A MURDERER
DXM (4:12:36 PM): they just say i'm gonna kill u
Krissy (4:12:42 PM): BUT THEY GO "I'M A VAMPIRE?"
Krissy (4:12:47 PM): BECAUSE VAMPIRES TOTES EXIST
DXM (4:14:00 PM): in the fictional universe killers still don't talk like that
DXM (4:14:24 PM): unless theyre from uzbekistan or something and failed their citizenship test
Krissy (4:14:35 PM): hahahahaha
DXM (4:14:56 PM): plus he says "i didn't mean to scare you"
Krissy (4:15:07 PM): psychotic behavior
DXM (4:15:12 PM): like no
Krissy (4:15:22 PM): whatev
DXM (4:15:32 PM): YOU'LL STAY AS BEAUTIFUL
DXM (4:15:36 PM): aka the same
DXM (4:15:42 PM): cuz never ever change
Krissy (4:15:46 PM): BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT AGING BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAD
Krissy (4:15:47 PM): dude
Krissy (4:15:51 PM): did you see the fucking music video
DXM (4:15:55 PM): DEAD PEOPLE DECOMPOSE
Krissy (4:16:01 PM): he's carrying a body in a god damn baf
Krissy (4:16:02 PM): *bag
DXM (4:16:43 PM): whoa who ever heard of a song that isn't acted out in its video
Krissy (4:16:58 PM): listen
Krissy (4:17:15 PM): no
Krissy (4:17:46 PM): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkwD5rQ-_d4&ob=av3e
Krissy (4:17:48 PM): i know
Krissy (4:17:49 PM): ugh
Krissy (4:17:51 PM): you're impossible
DXM (4:18:02 PM): spliphstar
05-29-2002
Rated -1 the lead singer of the toadies (i can't remember his name, sorry) actually said, when this song was released, that it is actually about a vampire wanting to change a human. so ha
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Krissy (4:18:15 PM): fuckin damn
DXM (4:18:49 PM): you don't want it with me on 90s one-hit wonders i'll own your family
Krissy (4:19:28 PM): hahaha
DXM (4:19:36 PM): that said i like the necro interpretation
Krissy (4:19:48 PM): that's totally what i've thought for like years
Krissy (4:20:00 PM): i'm so disappointed
DXM (4:20:09 PM): tyler the other great toadies song is about rape
DXM (4:20:30 PM): which is cute cuz vampirism's kind of like rape
Anyway, here's the convo. See if you can pick out the cute little Talking Heads reference I threw in there just to taunt him. I was dying from laughter the whole time. You'll probably think we're queer. I don't really care.
Krissy (4:05:23 PM): listening to possum kingdom makes me want to drink beer and wear cutoffs
DXM (4:05:32 PM): great song about vampires
Krissy (4:05:34 PM): lol
Krissy (4:05:44 PM): it is so not about vampires
DXM (4:05:53 PM): have you ever read the words
Krissy (4:05:58 PM): yes
DXM (4:06:00 PM): ...
Krissy (4:06:10 PM): wait
Krissy (4:06:12 PM): are you being serious
DXM (4:06:14 PM): yes
Krissy (4:06:15 PM): how did i miss this
Krissy (4:06:17 PM): no fucking way
DXM (4:06:44 PM): prolly too busy watching jewblood
Krissy (4:06:52 PM): it's totally about like
Krissy (4:06:55 PM): necrophilia
Krissy (4:07:08 PM): he's gonna kill her
Krissy (4:07:11 PM): and fuck her dead body
DXM (4:07:20 PM): nah the tell is
DXM (4:07:33 PM): You'll stay as beautiful
With dark hair
And soft skin...forever
Forever
DXM (4:07:38 PM): cuzimmortal
Krissy (4:07:46 PM): cuzdead so not again
Krissy (4:07:49 PM): *aging
DXM (4:07:58 PM): skin doesnt last forever
DXM (4:08:12 PM): ...unless you're a vamp
Krissy (4:08:13 PM): omg please do not ruin this song for me
DXM (4:08:25 PM): vampires are great
DXM (4:08:41 PM): just cuz twilight and true blood made them uncool recently
DXM (4:08:50 PM): does not undo seven years of buffy
Krissy (4:08:54 PM): lol
Krissy (4:08:55 PM): omg
Krissy (4:09:02 PM): what the fuck is up with people and buffy
DXM (4:09:07 PM): best show ever
Krissy (4:09:20 PM): DAN HE LEGIT GOES DO YOU WANNA DIE DO YOU WANNA DIE DO YOU WANNA DIIIIIIE
DXM (4:09:27 PM): yes
Krissy (4:09:36 PM): I will treat you well, my sweet angel = i'm going to fuck your dead body
DXM (4:09:59 PM): how does treating someone well mean fucking their body
DXM (4:10:23 PM): he's asking her to become immortal because "do you wanna die" is the OTHER option
DXM (4:10:40 PM): and saying he'll treat her well for eternity
Krissy (4:10:50 PM): so he's a vampire too
Krissy (4:10:54 PM): no
DXM (4:10:56 PM): the angel thing is cute cuz geddit
DXM (4:11:11 PM): yes thats the point, he wants to sire her
Krissy (4:11:35 PM): no
Krissy (4:11:42 PM): he's a psycho killer
Krissy (4:11:42 PM): Qu'est-ce que c'est?
DXM (4:11:51 PM): if he's not a vampire then what's his "dark secret"
Krissy (4:11:54 PM): (just looked up spelling)
DXM (4:12:06 PM): also
Krissy (4:12:06 PM): his dark secret = murderer
DXM (4:12:08 PM): I want you for mine
My blushing bride
Krissy (4:12:16 PM): = i'm going to fuck oyu
Krissy (4:12:20 PM): take your virginity
DXM (4:12:27 PM): no one says LET ME TELL YOU MY SECRET: I'M A MURDERER
DXM (4:12:36 PM): they just say i'm gonna kill u
Krissy (4:12:42 PM): BUT THEY GO "I'M A VAMPIRE?"
Krissy (4:12:47 PM): BECAUSE VAMPIRES TOTES EXIST
DXM (4:14:00 PM): in the fictional universe killers still don't talk like that
DXM (4:14:24 PM): unless theyre from uzbekistan or something and failed their citizenship test
Krissy (4:14:35 PM): hahahahaha
DXM (4:14:56 PM): plus he says "i didn't mean to scare you"
Krissy (4:15:07 PM): psychotic behavior
DXM (4:15:12 PM): like no
Krissy (4:15:22 PM): whatev
DXM (4:15:32 PM): YOU'LL STAY AS BEAUTIFUL
DXM (4:15:36 PM): aka the same
DXM (4:15:42 PM): cuz never ever change
Krissy (4:15:46 PM): BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT AGING BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAD
Krissy (4:15:47 PM): dude
Krissy (4:15:51 PM): did you see the fucking music video
DXM (4:15:55 PM): DEAD PEOPLE DECOMPOSE
Krissy (4:16:01 PM): he's carrying a body in a god damn baf
Krissy (4:16:02 PM): *bag
DXM (4:16:43 PM): whoa who ever heard of a song that isn't acted out in its video
Krissy (4:16:58 PM): listen
Krissy (4:17:15 PM): no
Krissy (4:17:46 PM): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkwD5rQ-_d4&ob=av3e
Krissy (4:17:48 PM): i know
Krissy (4:17:49 PM): ugh
Krissy (4:17:51 PM): you're impossible
DXM (4:18:02 PM): spliphstar
05-29-2002
Rated -1 the lead singer of the toadies (i can't remember his name, sorry) actually said, when this song was released, that it is actually about a vampire wanting to change a human. so ha
Log in to reply
Krissy (4:18:15 PM): fuckin damn
DXM (4:18:49 PM): you don't want it with me on 90s one-hit wonders i'll own your family
Krissy (4:19:28 PM): hahaha
DXM (4:19:36 PM): that said i like the necro interpretation
Krissy (4:19:48 PM): that's totally what i've thought for like years
Krissy (4:20:00 PM): i'm so disappointed
DXM (4:20:09 PM): tyler the other great toadies song is about rape
DXM (4:20:30 PM): which is cute cuz vampirism's kind of like rape
Monday, August 30, 2010
I'm a horrible poster.
I mean it. I'm terrible. I haven't posted anything on this blog in almost a month, and I apologize for it. In my defense, I doubt anyone is reading these, and I've been really busy... Too busy to have actual thoughts, like, in my brain.
Can I catch you up on what you've been missing in my life? Is that Ok?
Well, for starters, my birthday was last Monday. I'm twenty years old! Whoop!
For a short period of time, I became obsessed with the show Nip/Tuck. I watched the entire series on Netflix instant stream in less than a month. My issue is, however, that the show isn't even that great. The acting was sub-par, the plot was slightly tired and some parts of it were actually boring. Again, I watched the entire series anyway.
I still work at Anonymous Soap Store. I think it's killing me slowly. They're hiring 60 new people within the next few months, so my hours are being reduced a lot. I only worked a few days this week. So I've been putting in a few applications, looking around at places, and just trying to be aware of any sort of third shift/early morning positions that I could get into. I need the mo'mo'.
My school situation is sketchy. Due to some financial crap-ola, I can't get a loan, and can't afford to go to school this semester. Yes, I've tried every venue that the financial aide people and I could think of. Also, due to some wrong paperwork from my first college, I need to start paying this back, for some bullshit reason Direct Loans will not let me defer. Blah, so I have to pay like $750 dollars a month to DL before I can get a loan again.
However, for once, I'm not all "FUCK MY LIFE."
I'm actually pretty happy right now. I think this is going to give me a little time to get my head, my health, and my relationships, and my savings account back in order. This could be good for me. I've needed some form of a break from everything for a while. This will be good.
Can I catch you up on what you've been missing in my life? Is that Ok?
Well, for starters, my birthday was last Monday. I'm twenty years old! Whoop!
For a short period of time, I became obsessed with the show Nip/Tuck. I watched the entire series on Netflix instant stream in less than a month. My issue is, however, that the show isn't even that great. The acting was sub-par, the plot was slightly tired and some parts of it were actually boring. Again, I watched the entire series anyway.
I still work at Anonymous Soap Store. I think it's killing me slowly. They're hiring 60 new people within the next few months, so my hours are being reduced a lot. I only worked a few days this week. So I've been putting in a few applications, looking around at places, and just trying to be aware of any sort of third shift/early morning positions that I could get into. I need the mo'mo'.
My school situation is sketchy. Due to some financial crap-ola, I can't get a loan, and can't afford to go to school this semester. Yes, I've tried every venue that the financial aide people and I could think of. Also, due to some wrong paperwork from my first college, I need to start paying this back, for some bullshit reason Direct Loans will not let me defer. Blah, so I have to pay like $750 dollars a month to DL before I can get a loan again.
However, for once, I'm not all "FUCK MY LIFE."
I'm actually pretty happy right now. I think this is going to give me a little time to get my head, my health, and my relationships, and my savings account back in order. This could be good for me. I've needed some form of a break from everything for a while. This will be good.
Friday, August 6, 2010
The Horrifying Red Lobster Experience
I'd like to preface this whole thing by stating that I don't even like seafood. I tolerate a crab when my uncle makes them for a family get together, or when my family has fish sticks. Other than that, I couldn't care less about seafood. It's not my bag.
I'd also like to point out that I have a friend who will not eat lobsters, despite the fact that she lives in Maine, just because she cannot tolerate how they're killed/prepared. Until today, I honestly thought she was just being picky. I was horribly, horribly wrong.
My mother and I went to Red Lobster today. I promise you, I only agreed to go for the cheddar biscuits. The Caesar salad was actually pretty decent as well. Anyway, I got fried flounder and it was HORRIBLE, my mother got some sort of lobster pasta thing and it not only looked disgusting, but she was nauseous for the rest of the day.
AS IF THAT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH.
We were leaving the restaurant and my mother had to use the ladies room. I decided to wait in the front of the establishment for her... right next to the lobster tank. What I saw was absolutely horrifying. You all know that when you were little kids the lobster tank at a fancy seafood restaurant was the coolest thing to look at (not really calling Red Lobster "fancy," but you know what I mean.) Today, however, I found the lobster tank horribly upsetting. I was looking in at the lobsters, and one was sitting by himself in the corner of the tank. I swear to God he looked up at me. I'm not even kidding. I was staring back into the soul of a lobster. It then dawned on me that all my new found friends were in a tank... waiting to be boiled alive and eaten. Obviously, I have no real personal connection with a lobster, but in that moment I was struck with extreme sadness. It was then that I began to cry in the waiting area of Red Lobster. I blamed it on hormones and lied about having my period. I swear, it was the worst feeling I've felt in weeks.
I guess the real point of all this is that I won't be eating lobster for a long time, and if you love me, you won't either... or at least you don't tell me about it.
Chicken's ok though. Chickens are gross, and I'm a hypocrite with an apparent soft spot for crustaceans.
I'd also like to point out that I have a friend who will not eat lobsters, despite the fact that she lives in Maine, just because she cannot tolerate how they're killed/prepared. Until today, I honestly thought she was just being picky. I was horribly, horribly wrong.
My mother and I went to Red Lobster today. I promise you, I only agreed to go for the cheddar biscuits. The Caesar salad was actually pretty decent as well. Anyway, I got fried flounder and it was HORRIBLE, my mother got some sort of lobster pasta thing and it not only looked disgusting, but she was nauseous for the rest of the day.
AS IF THAT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH.
We were leaving the restaurant and my mother had to use the ladies room. I decided to wait in the front of the establishment for her... right next to the lobster tank. What I saw was absolutely horrifying. You all know that when you were little kids the lobster tank at a fancy seafood restaurant was the coolest thing to look at (not really calling Red Lobster "fancy," but you know what I mean.) Today, however, I found the lobster tank horribly upsetting. I was looking in at the lobsters, and one was sitting by himself in the corner of the tank. I swear to God he looked up at me. I'm not even kidding. I was staring back into the soul of a lobster. It then dawned on me that all my new found friends were in a tank... waiting to be boiled alive and eaten. Obviously, I have no real personal connection with a lobster, but in that moment I was struck with extreme sadness. It was then that I began to cry in the waiting area of Red Lobster. I blamed it on hormones and lied about having my period. I swear, it was the worst feeling I've felt in weeks.
I guess the real point of all this is that I won't be eating lobster for a long time, and if you love me, you won't either... or at least you don't tell me about it.
Chicken's ok though. Chickens are gross, and I'm a hypocrite with an apparent soft spot for crustaceans.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Local Ice Cream
I'm not a huge ice cream person. I don't care one way or the other if it's in my freezer. That being said, I will never pass up an ice cream run to somewhere local, with real, good ice cream. It has recently come to my attention that within the past year this new place less than a mile from my house has popped up. They sell GOOD ice cream. They sell Nelson's ice cream... made at a real dairy, really nearby. My favorite is an espresso one (and I don't even like coffee) that has these chocolate covered crunchy things in it (dude, i don't even know what they are.) It is amazing. Perfectly creamy and it doesn't taste like it's been sitting in a freezer truck for a long period of time. It tastes good, and not chemically, which is always a win for me.
Less chemical crap = happier Kriss.
You cannot comprehend how excited this place makes me. All the local dairies and creameries are closing down, but now one pops up! OH DEAR LORD. I'm seriously in love, seriously.
You cannot comprehend how excited this place makes me. All the local dairies and creameries are closing down, but now one pops up! OH DEAR LORD. I'm seriously in love, seriously.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Embrace Your Geekness Day
I'd like to make it known that while I refer to myself as a geek, I'm more of a geek poser. I know, I'm terrible. What I mean is that I have a twitter, facebook, netflix subscription, formspring, defunct myspace, Youtube channel, and now a blog. Whoopdeedoo. I'm not particularly amazing at manipulating ANY of these, so I hesitate to call myself a true internet geek.
I'm certainly not a movie geek, unless you count me seeing every Adam Sandler movie in existence.... No, I didn't think that'd count either.
I used to be a music geek. I mean a hard-core marching band loving freak of nature. I played keyboard percussion in high school (and this past winter as part of a competitive group, too, called Rapidfire) and in the winter for concert band, I played what could be known as one of the geekiest instruments possible... the Bass Clarinet. Oh god, do I love that thing. The Bass Clarinet is an absolutely beautiful instrument and if you ever get the chance to listen to one solo, do it. DO IT. I don't think it should even be referred to as a clarinet. The only similarity is the body and construction of the instrument. The sound is creates and the technique used to play is totally different. It's seriously an amazing thing.
I can't really call myself a music geek anymore, though. I haven't played my bass clarinet in almost a year...
I was a theatre geek for a long time too. I entered the strange world of children's theatre when I was 10 years old and became obsessed with performing arts. I mean, I did it all. I sang, acted, danced, stage managed, built sets and dabbled in directing. Unfortunately, I never made it past community theatre, and like most people, I need something during the day to support my habit. However, my current job makes doing a show impossible. I'm somewhat bitter and waiting for my day to jump back in to the scene.
So what kind of geek am I? Note, they only video game I play is Halo and I suck.
I'm not a specific geek, I guess. I like what I like. I do some things that most people don't get to do, and a lot of things that people don't understand. I'm Kriss, the watered-down geek... And I'm fine with that.
Happy Belated Embrace Your Geekness Day,
Krissy
P.S. I'm obsessing over this song right now.
I'm certainly not a movie geek, unless you count me seeing every Adam Sandler movie in existence.... No, I didn't think that'd count either.
I used to be a music geek. I mean a hard-core marching band loving freak of nature. I played keyboard percussion in high school (and this past winter as part of a competitive group, too, called Rapidfire) and in the winter for concert band, I played what could be known as one of the geekiest instruments possible... the Bass Clarinet. Oh god, do I love that thing. The Bass Clarinet is an absolutely beautiful instrument and if you ever get the chance to listen to one solo, do it. DO IT. I don't think it should even be referred to as a clarinet. The only similarity is the body and construction of the instrument. The sound is creates and the technique used to play is totally different. It's seriously an amazing thing.
I can't really call myself a music geek anymore, though. I haven't played my bass clarinet in almost a year...
I was a theatre geek for a long time too. I entered the strange world of children's theatre when I was 10 years old and became obsessed with performing arts. I mean, I did it all. I sang, acted, danced, stage managed, built sets and dabbled in directing. Unfortunately, I never made it past community theatre, and like most people, I need something during the day to support my habit. However, my current job makes doing a show impossible. I'm somewhat bitter and waiting for my day to jump back in to the scene.
So what kind of geek am I? Note, they only video game I play is Halo and I suck.
I'm not a specific geek, I guess. I like what I like. I do some things that most people don't get to do, and a lot of things that people don't understand. I'm Kriss, the watered-down geek... And I'm fine with that.
Happy Belated Embrace Your Geekness Day,
Krissy
P.S. I'm obsessing over this song right now.
Friday, July 9, 2010
The View From Up Here
My city is sort of built into the side of a mountain; the whole thing slopes upward. At the top of the mountain, we have a bright red Pagoda. Tonight, my best friend got together as we usually do. We usually go to a diner or to Applebee's if we're going out, but this evening I drove right through the road to both of them. We drove around the city a bit, which I honestly love doing.
Reading's not huge like Philly, and there's not much to look at, but I love seeing what there IS. The bars lit up, people roaming around... For whatever reason, I like it. Being there calms me. It's a little attempt at being urban, but not 100% there. I love seeing how the people live when it's warm outside, even the old men sitting on front stoops with no shirt on. It's all just life.
Anyway, we ended up going to Applebee's, just a different one from our usual. Got decent food, ordered dessert (because why the hell not, right?) and had a gorgeous waiter. Dandy.
On the way home, instead of taking the highway, I drove back through the city... and then took a turn to go up the mountain. I'd been thinking about it since I picked her up earlier in the evening, but didn't say anything because I try (*try*) to be somewhat passive in activity-deciding. We started up the mountain, and it actually took her a little bit to ask what the heck we were doing. She told me she'd never been to the Pagoda, so I decided now was a fine time to take her.
Hey, we were in the area anyway.
There were other people at the Pagoda, so I felt better about dragging my best friend to the top of a mountain at midnight just to look at some lights. I could tell she was still a little apprehensive, but then we went up to the edge of the parking lot and saw the view. All apprehension disappeared and it was amazing. Looking down on the city and seeing all the lights brought on a feeling of awe, almost. Staring at it took me into a sort of transcendence that I don't usually feel. It was incredibly beautiful, peaceful. I'd been up there once before, but I didn't remember feeling so awestruck. It was truly satisfying to see, and I still can't get over it a few hours later.
My advice? If you live in such an area where a look out like this is possible, GO. Go right now, while it's dark outside. I bet you won't look at your town the same way either.
Here's some pictures taken with my friend's blackberry. They're not great, but you get the gist.
Reading's not huge like Philly, and there's not much to look at, but I love seeing what there IS. The bars lit up, people roaming around... For whatever reason, I like it. Being there calms me. It's a little attempt at being urban, but not 100% there. I love seeing how the people live when it's warm outside, even the old men sitting on front stoops with no shirt on. It's all just life.
Anyway, we ended up going to Applebee's, just a different one from our usual. Got decent food, ordered dessert (because why the hell not, right?) and had a gorgeous waiter. Dandy.
On the way home, instead of taking the highway, I drove back through the city... and then took a turn to go up the mountain. I'd been thinking about it since I picked her up earlier in the evening, but didn't say anything because I try (*try*) to be somewhat passive in activity-deciding. We started up the mountain, and it actually took her a little bit to ask what the heck we were doing. She told me she'd never been to the Pagoda, so I decided now was a fine time to take her.
Hey, we were in the area anyway.
There were other people at the Pagoda, so I felt better about dragging my best friend to the top of a mountain at midnight just to look at some lights. I could tell she was still a little apprehensive, but then we went up to the edge of the parking lot and saw the view. All apprehension disappeared and it was amazing. Looking down on the city and seeing all the lights brought on a feeling of awe, almost. Staring at it took me into a sort of transcendence that I don't usually feel. It was incredibly beautiful, peaceful. I'd been up there once before, but I didn't remember feeling so awestruck. It was truly satisfying to see, and I still can't get over it a few hours later.
My advice? If you live in such an area where a look out like this is possible, GO. Go right now, while it's dark outside. I bet you won't look at your town the same way either.
Here's some pictures taken with my friend's blackberry. They're not great, but you get the gist.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
The Grand Introduction
Hello! I'd like to thank you for visiting my little page here. To be honest with you, I'm still not sure what the general theme of this blog is going to be. I've had tons of ideas swirling around in my head for quite some time now. Will any of them come to fruition? Maybe.
For starters, let me tell you who I am. My name's Kriss. I'm from a small satellite city outside Philadelphia called Reading, Pennsylvania. We have minor league baseball and an ECHL team, so maybe we're not THAT small. I love where I live because I have access to so many different places. I'm about 40 minutes outside Philly, a little less than 2 hours from NYC and a little over 2 hours from Washington D.C. yet I'm just a 10 minute drive to tons of Amish farmland.
I'm a student and I work two jobs. I can't really talk about where I go to school, because I'm still confused about what I want to do in that regard, but for now I'm in community college. My first part time job is at a Bath and Body Works outlet. I love working at B&BW, seriously. My other job, and probably the more fun job, is rolling pretzels at an Auntie Anne's inside a farmers market. Yes, rolling means that I make the pretzels. It's so fun, except for getting stage fright when small children come press their faces up against the glass to watch you. Yeah.
The reason I've created this is pretty much just because I like to talk... a lot. I'd like to have a place where I can post the random things in life that make me smile... so why not make a blog?
That makes sense, right?
That's about all I have for now. You may notice that I post at crazy hours. I'm an extreme night owl, so that'll happen.
Happy 4th of July!
Love and Happy Things,
Kriss
For starters, let me tell you who I am. My name's Kriss. I'm from a small satellite city outside Philadelphia called Reading, Pennsylvania. We have minor league baseball and an ECHL team, so maybe we're not THAT small. I love where I live because I have access to so many different places. I'm about 40 minutes outside Philly, a little less than 2 hours from NYC and a little over 2 hours from Washington D.C. yet I'm just a 10 minute drive to tons of Amish farmland.
I'm a student and I work two jobs. I can't really talk about where I go to school, because I'm still confused about what I want to do in that regard, but for now I'm in community college. My first part time job is at a Bath and Body Works outlet. I love working at B&BW, seriously. My other job, and probably the more fun job, is rolling pretzels at an Auntie Anne's inside a farmers market. Yes, rolling means that I make the pretzels. It's so fun, except for getting stage fright when small children come press their faces up against the glass to watch you. Yeah.
The reason I've created this is pretty much just because I like to talk... a lot. I'd like to have a place where I can post the random things in life that make me smile... so why not make a blog?
That makes sense, right?
That's about all I have for now. You may notice that I post at crazy hours. I'm an extreme night owl, so that'll happen.
Happy 4th of July!
Love and Happy Things,
Kriss
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