It's Monday. Mondays are always busy for me, because I have to get up early and drive an hour to school (I go home on the weekends), and then I have three classes plus homework to do.
And then by eight o'clock, my television schedule is insane. I watch: The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, and Heroes. I have one tv (and no DVR) on which to watch all of this. Clearly, I have to prioritize my viewings (anything I don't watch live I'll watch when I go home again on Friday). This begs the question: do I watch the CBS sitcoms, or the CW at eight? Last week I went with the sitcoms, mainly because they were season premieres. I am absolutely in love with Gossip Girl, but if I save it for the weekend my sister and I can watch it together. At nine o'clock, Heroes is going to win out over OTH, mainly because I haven't even seen last week's episode yet.
With economic news being so shitty (Wall Street falling like crazy and the $700 billion economic bail out plan didn't pass the House) I've decided I'm definitely going with the comedies tonight. I need a reason to laugh.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Afternoon Delight
A while back I purchased Betty Crocker Warm Delight Minis in the chocolate raspberry flavor. Today I made one for the first time. They're pretty simple--you just need a tablespoon plus one teaspoon of water to stir into the cake mix. Then you're supposed to swirl the raspberry syrup onto the top, but the raspberry stuff was really thick, like jelly, so it was difficult. A person might find herself giving up and squeezing the raspberry into her mouth. Not that I did that or anything.
You pop it into the microwave and cook it for 30 seconds. I was skeptical that it would be done in such a short amount of time, but it worked. In fact, it was piping hot. The cake had a fairly good consistency--not like a brownie, which was kind of what I was I expecting. The raspberry on top of the chocolate was almost too sweet for me, so I think next time I'll try the chocolate caramel kind instead.
It was kind of expensive for two single servings of cake--I think I paid over two dollars. But if you're like me and you live in a dorm room and you can't bake, it's worth the money. Plus, they're only 150 calories each. Making the mini cake was a lot better for me than the Milky Way I could have eaten.
You pop it into the microwave and cook it for 30 seconds. I was skeptical that it would be done in such a short amount of time, but it worked. In fact, it was piping hot. The cake had a fairly good consistency--not like a brownie, which was kind of what I was I expecting. The raspberry on top of the chocolate was almost too sweet for me, so I think next time I'll try the chocolate caramel kind instead.
It was kind of expensive for two single servings of cake--I think I paid over two dollars. But if you're like me and you live in a dorm room and you can't bake, it's worth the money. Plus, they're only 150 calories each. Making the mini cake was a lot better for me than the Milky Way I could have eaten.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Such Devoted Sisters
Saturday, my sister Alli and I were having lunch at Sonic. Witness the following conversation:
LAURA: (singing) The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down, a stu-stu-stutttering...
ALLI: (eyes narrowed) Are you singing a Miley Cyrus song?
LAURA: Yes. But this morning I was singing a Jonas Brothers song. This is not a step down.
Later, the two of us were watching tv, trying to find something worth watching.
LAURA: I don't see anything on. What do you want to watch?
ALLI: Eh, I don't know.
LAURA: We could watch Camp Rock.
ALLI: What's Camp Rock?
LAURA: Oh, you are so going to regret asking me that.
We spent the next hour mocking the movie, which of course features the Jonas Brothers as the principal characters. We came to three very important conclusions. 1) Joe Jonas is, somehow, a worse actor than he is a singer. 2) Kevin Jonas should never be allowed to flat-iron his hair. 3) Nick Jonas is going to grow up to be the cutest of the bunch.
The movie was pretty typical for Disney--cheesy lines, big song and dance numbers, wooden acting. At the end Joe's character has found the girl that Gets Him, and they're holding hands and singing and the camera is zooming in on them...and then fade to black. WTF, Disney? You couldn't show a kiss? I don't need to see tongue or anything, but they're teenagers for God's sake. A close-mouthed kiss wouldn't be scandalous.
We later looked the movie up on IMDB, and apparently Camp Rock 2 will be out next year. We've already marked our calendars.
LAURA: (singing) The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down, a stu-stu-stutttering...
ALLI: (eyes narrowed) Are you singing a Miley Cyrus song?
LAURA: Yes. But this morning I was singing a Jonas Brothers song. This is not a step down.
Later, the two of us were watching tv, trying to find something worth watching.
LAURA: I don't see anything on. What do you want to watch?
ALLI: Eh, I don't know.
LAURA: We could watch Camp Rock.
ALLI: What's Camp Rock?
LAURA: Oh, you are so going to regret asking me that.
We spent the next hour mocking the movie, which of course features the Jonas Brothers as the principal characters. We came to three very important conclusions. 1) Joe Jonas is, somehow, a worse actor than he is a singer. 2) Kevin Jonas should never be allowed to flat-iron his hair. 3) Nick Jonas is going to grow up to be the cutest of the bunch.
The movie was pretty typical for Disney--cheesy lines, big song and dance numbers, wooden acting. At the end Joe's character has found the girl that Gets Him, and they're holding hands and singing and the camera is zooming in on them...and then fade to black. WTF, Disney? You couldn't show a kiss? I don't need to see tongue or anything, but they're teenagers for God's sake. A close-mouthed kiss wouldn't be scandalous.
We later looked the movie up on IMDB, and apparently Camp Rock 2 will be out next year. We've already marked our calendars.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
I drank a huge cup of coffee this morning, my first in several days, and it has left me rather jittery. My addiction to coffee is well documented. A few weeks ago I was in a store with my two year old nephew, and he suddenly started screaming, "Look Laura, coffee!" You know it's bad when the toddler recognizes your problem.
Anyway, I have boundless coffee-fueled energy, and instead of working on any number of homework assignments, I'm writing this entry. That's productive, right? Today in creative writing class we were workshopping our poems, just as we had done Tuesday. On Tuesday I shared my sonnet, and gotten some feedback from a guy I'll call AssertiveBoy. AssertiveBoy recommended that I build a link between two images in my poem. I didn't necessarily agree with this suggestion, but I didn't say anything, wanting to wait and see what my professor thought. My professor discussed my sonnet today, disagreeing with AssertiveBoy, saying that he thought the images worked. And AssertiveBoy would not let this go, and kept reinforcing his point. It really got on my nerves. I value opinions of my work, and AssertiveBoy is a good writer, so I did listen to his recommendations. But really, he kept hammering home how he thought that part of my sonnet didn't work, and I wanted to say, "Dude, we get it. Leave it alone already."
I realize I've given this way more thought than it deserves, but whatever. Coffee high, remember? Oh coffee, sweet elixir of life, never leave me.
Anyway, I have boundless coffee-fueled energy, and instead of working on any number of homework assignments, I'm writing this entry. That's productive, right? Today in creative writing class we were workshopping our poems, just as we had done Tuesday. On Tuesday I shared my sonnet, and gotten some feedback from a guy I'll call AssertiveBoy. AssertiveBoy recommended that I build a link between two images in my poem. I didn't necessarily agree with this suggestion, but I didn't say anything, wanting to wait and see what my professor thought. My professor discussed my sonnet today, disagreeing with AssertiveBoy, saying that he thought the images worked. And AssertiveBoy would not let this go, and kept reinforcing his point. It really got on my nerves. I value opinions of my work, and AssertiveBoy is a good writer, so I did listen to his recommendations. But really, he kept hammering home how he thought that part of my sonnet didn't work, and I wanted to say, "Dude, we get it. Leave it alone already."
I realize I've given this way more thought than it deserves, but whatever. Coffee high, remember? Oh coffee, sweet elixir of life, never leave me.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I'll take potpourri for $600
I was all set to sit here and write about how I've had a shitty day, and how I'm generally feeling down and bad about myself, but instead I've decided to post something positive. So here's a list of things that I can be happy about right now:
--Fall. It's finally feeling chilly here, and I love it.
--New episodes of my favorite shows. Gossip Girl has been back for three weeks now, but this week brings Supernatural and next week brings The Office and Heroes.
--The fair is coming to town in two weeks. I'm a big dork about the fair. It's always the same year after year, and I love it all the same. I'm going to eat my customary corn dog, french fries, and funnel cake, and hopefully not get a stomachache.
--My nail polish. I'm the girl who has every color of polish imaginable and always has her toenails painted. I currently have my fingernails painted also, a deep rich red. My nails make me feel powerful.
--Cool weather=longer sleeves. My God, I love my Fall wardrobe.
--Lego Batman. I never played video games before Lego Star Wars came out, and then I absolutely fell in love. Lego Indiana Jones was fun, but it lacked the cute charming characters from the Star Wars game. I have high hopes for Lego Batman though.
--Last but not least, tonight features a glorious two hour block of television: 90210 and Greek. The perfect cap to my day.
--Fall. It's finally feeling chilly here, and I love it.
--New episodes of my favorite shows. Gossip Girl has been back for three weeks now, but this week brings Supernatural and next week brings The Office and Heroes.
--The fair is coming to town in two weeks. I'm a big dork about the fair. It's always the same year after year, and I love it all the same. I'm going to eat my customary corn dog, french fries, and funnel cake, and hopefully not get a stomachache.
--My nail polish. I'm the girl who has every color of polish imaginable and always has her toenails painted. I currently have my fingernails painted also, a deep rich red. My nails make me feel powerful.
--Cool weather=longer sleeves. My God, I love my Fall wardrobe.
--Lego Batman. I never played video games before Lego Star Wars came out, and then I absolutely fell in love. Lego Indiana Jones was fun, but it lacked the cute charming characters from the Star Wars game. I have high hopes for Lego Batman though.
--Last but not least, tonight features a glorious two hour block of television: 90210 and Greek. The perfect cap to my day.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Is it November yet?
I love politics. I spent the last two weeks watching the conventions, listening to the pundits analyze every word, waiting for new poll results to come in. But now that the conventions are over, I'm ready for the election to just hurry up and happen. I can't go to Yahoo or CNN without seeing Sarah Palin's face/name, and it's seriously driving me nuts. It's as if John McCain isn't even running anymore. Palin is completely inescapable, and hearing about her makes my blood boil. I'm not going to vote for someone who wants to take away my rights to my uterus.
I have issues with the Obama campaign also. Not with Obama himself, but with his support team. Look, I've given money to the campaign, and as such I've given them my phone number. And now they won't stop calling me. I talked to one guy who was trying to get me to come out and volunteer, and I explained that I'm a college student living away from home and that it wouldn't be possible. The next couple of times they called, I just sent them to voicemail. Finally they did leave a message, encouraging me to come by their offices to volunteer. I really wanted to call them back and tell them to back off. I've given you money, and I've made it clear to you that unfortunately I cannot give you my time. Leave. me. alone.
Oh, and I forgot about earlier, when I heard a knock on my neighbor's door and heard that it was Obama supporters, asking people if they were registered to vote. When they came to my door, I simply ignored them. If this kind of thing keeps up until November, I may have to go into hiding.
I have issues with the Obama campaign also. Not with Obama himself, but with his support team. Look, I've given money to the campaign, and as such I've given them my phone number. And now they won't stop calling me. I talked to one guy who was trying to get me to come out and volunteer, and I explained that I'm a college student living away from home and that it wouldn't be possible. The next couple of times they called, I just sent them to voicemail. Finally they did leave a message, encouraging me to come by their offices to volunteer. I really wanted to call them back and tell them to back off. I've given you money, and I've made it clear to you that unfortunately I cannot give you my time. Leave. me. alone.
Oh, and I forgot about earlier, when I heard a knock on my neighbor's door and heard that it was Obama supporters, asking people if they were registered to vote. When they came to my door, I simply ignored them. If this kind of thing keeps up until November, I may have to go into hiding.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
And this is why I'm single
The other night I was watching an old episode of Friends in which Monica is describing her quirks to her boyfriend Richard. This led me to thinking about my own little quirks. I'm not a terribly organized person; I always have piles of old mail I need to go through scattered about my room, I don't keep a planner, so my I wind up jotting notes down on whatever piece of paper I can find, etc. But there are things that I am extremely particular about.
When I first get home (my actual house, not the dorm room I'm currently in), I automatically go to my room and take off my shoes and jewelry and put up my purse. So whenever I need those things again, I know exactly where they are. Contrast this to my sister, who kicks off her shoes wherever she feels like it (leaving me to trip over her sandals in the hallway) and always takes her jewelry off in the kitchen, so that when I open a cabinet I find a watch and a diamond ring. She also has the habit of simply dumping her purse and car keys when she comes in the door, and then can never remember where she left them. This always drives me crazy. For as long as I can remember, she's lost things (most often her keys) and will then freak out, causing me to calmly intervene and find what she's looking for. She likes to brag about her good memory, but apparently it doesn't extend to remembering where she puts her keys.
Some other things I'm particular about: the bed must be made in the morning. I never used to be like this in high school, when I would simply roll out of bed and not look back. But since I started college, I've wanted the bed made up every morning. Not super neatly or anything, but I want it to look nice. The dishwasher is another thing--it must be loaded in a certain way; plates go on the bottom left side, and forks, knives and spoons should be in separate compartments. On my bookshelves, books are arranged by type. I always visit websites in the same order every day--gmail, yahoo, the local newspaper, etc. Clearly, I enjoy structure.
So my question is, why am I so particular about so many things in my life, yet I can't seem to tackle that stack of unopened mail?
When I first get home (my actual house, not the dorm room I'm currently in), I automatically go to my room and take off my shoes and jewelry and put up my purse. So whenever I need those things again, I know exactly where they are. Contrast this to my sister, who kicks off her shoes wherever she feels like it (leaving me to trip over her sandals in the hallway) and always takes her jewelry off in the kitchen, so that when I open a cabinet I find a watch and a diamond ring. She also has the habit of simply dumping her purse and car keys when she comes in the door, and then can never remember where she left them. This always drives me crazy. For as long as I can remember, she's lost things (most often her keys) and will then freak out, causing me to calmly intervene and find what she's looking for. She likes to brag about her good memory, but apparently it doesn't extend to remembering where she puts her keys.
Some other things I'm particular about: the bed must be made in the morning. I never used to be like this in high school, when I would simply roll out of bed and not look back. But since I started college, I've wanted the bed made up every morning. Not super neatly or anything, but I want it to look nice. The dishwasher is another thing--it must be loaded in a certain way; plates go on the bottom left side, and forks, knives and spoons should be in separate compartments. On my bookshelves, books are arranged by type. I always visit websites in the same order every day--gmail, yahoo, the local newspaper, etc. Clearly, I enjoy structure.
So my question is, why am I so particular about so many things in my life, yet I can't seem to tackle that stack of unopened mail?
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Breakfast of Champions
I'm a poor college student, and as such I am addicted to Pop Tarts for breakfast. I favor the classic frosted strawberry, but occasionally I switch things up with a chocolate chip cookie dough flavor. I know that there is something inherently wrong with considering something cookie dough flavored as appropriate for breakfast, but that doesn't stop me. In fact, just the other day I bought a new, even more inappropriate flavor--hot fudge sundae. They are so, so good, and so, so not good for me, yet I eat them anyway. They also in no way taste like ice cream. The cream filling actually tastes just like vanilla icing. They really should be called frosted cupcake flavor. But whatever they are called, they're good. Try them. Just don't blame me for your cavities.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date
It's been crazy for me lately. Books to read, papers to write, projects to plan, HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK. Luckily I only have one class tomorrow, so I can spend the afternoon playing catchup on all my work. I feel as if I'm barely keeping my head above water.
But tonight, after being a good girl and reading for over an hour, I watched the season premiere of America's Next Top Model. I only started watching last year, but caught up with past cycles thanks to MTV. This show has got to be the most hilarious thing I have ever seen. Tonight's episode featured Alpha Jay, Beta Jay and Tyra-bot. What could be better than that? Except for Tyra's impression of a moose that is. God, I love her crazy ass. And the early 90s graphics were perfect. "Beam me up--fiercely." BEST SHOW EVER.
But tonight, after being a good girl and reading for over an hour, I watched the season premiere of America's Next Top Model. I only started watching last year, but caught up with past cycles thanks to MTV. This show has got to be the most hilarious thing I have ever seen. Tonight's episode featured Alpha Jay, Beta Jay and Tyra-bot. What could be better than that? Except for Tyra's impression of a moose that is. God, I love her crazy ass. And the early 90s graphics were perfect. "Beam me up--fiercely." BEST SHOW EVER.
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