Why Do I Bother?

I woke up at the crack of dawn this morning to read my Spanish textbook so as not to bomb a ten-point quiz in class at eight. (The crack of dawn translates to 5:45 in my mind.) My professor then proceeded to give us time in class to study before he administered said quiz. It was only after this fifteen minute time period had ended and the quiz had begun that I realized I read the wrong section. I still managed an 80%. How do I feel about this? Perplexed. And tired.

Embarrassing Confession

I have never endeavored to understand the obsession and recent boom of teeny-bopper hits such as High School Musical and its sequels which, in sheer number, are starting to carry a slight resemblance to all of the The Land Before Time sequels. I wonder to myself,  "How many years can these kids possibly be in high school?"

But this weekend I had a fit of guilty pleasures and ended up getting Cafe Rio as takeout and eating it at home while I watched a cheap RedBox flick (which has turned out to not be so cheap since I still haven't returned it. ___ RedBox. Insert your own expletive or curse as you so choose for the ____. I swear by blanks.). Are you dying to know what movie I chose to entertain myself with this weekend? Was it intellectually stimulating? Since my opening talks about teeny-bopper hits and dinosaur cartoons from however many years ago a good guess is probably, uh, "no."

I don't know why I publish these things to the world but I'm going to tell you anyway. 17 Again. I hope you can read that because I won't say it again. More embarrassing though was how much I loved it. I pride myself on enjoying the aforementioned intellectually stimulating entertainment options. Give me 1984 over Twilight and Blood Diamond over Trendy-Predictable-Chick-Romance-Crap. But sometimes I enjoy a good vampire drama, every once in awhile Notting Hill makes me cry, and occasionally I like Zac Efron movies. I purposefully did not look up how to spell his name. I hope I wrote it wrong. Because the most embarrassing part of all of this is the sad cougar-crush I have developed on this barely-graduated teenage icon. Ugh.

I was going to include a picture of him with his shirt half-off but it felt a little like child porn.

New Release!

Ahh! Blind Pilot just released an EP on iTunes! I was thinking to myself the other day, "Self, we need to find some more Blind Pilot. Too bad I don't think they have any new stuff." Self, you were wrong! And it is so good.

Most of the tracks are just live versions of songs from their first album, 3 Rounds and a Sound, but they're fantastic. They have more of a folky feel to them. Which I love. Folk music is magic. And there are two new songs that are also awesome. It's only available on iTunes so I can only give you this link that gives the little crappy snippets of the tracks, but click here for them. Check out the new versions of 3 Rounds and a Sound and One Red Thread, so far they're my favorites. Tell me what you think.

Recipes Please

If anyone has an amazing recipe that they would like a baker of cookies to try out would you mind getting it to me? For the most part the cookies will be chocolate chip because I love my recipe for those. But I think I'd like a little variety--as I'm sure everyone else would as well. Post them as a comment or get them to me however you'd like! Thanks! And Merry Christmas!

Babies and Food Babies- Or Neither

I can be completely rational and realize that I am a ridiculously small person with zero room to whine about weight. However, I am fairly positive that if it were possible for me to gain weight I have done so and done it well. I told my nephew that my stomach was so big because there was a baby inside of it. And he believed me. For those who are thinking, "Is there a baby inside of it?" The answer is no. Don't be ridiculous. And it's not just a "food baby" either. It's been like this for days. The holidays are making me sloppy. If the ground wasn't covered in snow and I had an ounce of desire to run in the freakin' freezing cold then I would go run this off. But I can't...won't... whichever. Thank you Christmas for making me feel disgusting.

PS No, I haven't even started baking all of those cookies yet. I can't wait to see what that does to me.

Cookie Monster's Best Friend

The goal? 20,000 cookies in a year. I'm going to bake them, not eat them. I want to be known as the Cookie Lady. Yes, I'm serious.

A Cookie Haiku
Cookies seem to be
The gooey, warm, and chewy
Way to find smiles.

And I would add: "Especially my own!" But that would make it a Haiku no longer.

Giving Up Candy and Crap

So I vowed to give up candy and soda for the sake of my teeth. Soda's kind of easy-peezy for me; I don't drink much of it anyway. But candy is different. My job, strangely enough, provides me with more than ample opportunity to ruin my teeth with chewy candy goodness. You know what though? I don't even like it. I'm just bored. Maybe the real solution is to find a new job.

But my resolve quickly failed when a friend gave me German chocolate. And I mean legitimate German chocolate, she lived there for a year and a half. How could I not eat that? So my question is this: Is it legitimate to give up certain types of candy or does that just sound like I'm cutting corners so I can still have what I want? Curse that friend and her German chocolate. But bless her at the same time.