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random thoughts on a monday.
Aug. 2nd, 2010 03:21 pmmarit just posted her wedding photos on facebook. she is beautiful and ryan is gorgeous and the photos are perfect and i can honestly say i've not seen a lovelier wedding this year, nor could i be happier to see two amazing people together. but i can never look at those again. i feel like i've recently lost the use of my legs and it's tour de france season. ugh.
i feel like i'm too happy about this show. like i have to stop liking it so much or it's going to go by faster than i want it to and then it will be gone and i'll have nothing really cool to look forward to. i know this isn't true and i'll probably be spent once it's over. but still. we're already one week in and i'm still driving in anticipation gear. slow down, amber. i will. i will. the grit-your-teeth work will be coming soon.
so sarah made cookie dough this weekend and we ate some. like, raw. you don't understand. since the time i was relatively young i was taught this to be a no-no. even though they make cookie dough ice cream. even though there's raw egg in lots of stuff, including some korean foods that i have enjoyed. somehow, cookie dough seemed to be dangerous and off limits. but you know what? IT WAS WORTH THE RISK AND I AM NOT DEAD YET. i may even do it again.
i can't decide if i'm unhappy with my hair because i'm unhappy with my face or the other way around.
i need more suggestion for accordion songs. i try out songs all the time, but the only ones i know by heart and keep coming back to are:
everyday i write the book
xanadu
take me out
across the universe
i'll get you
i did look up and learn some chords for hyperballad yesterday and that's very interesting as an accordion-accompanied piece. i may keep that one in my eclectic batch. bjork is always fun to hear covered since she doesn't ever sound like anything else.
i spent a lot of money this weekend. and you know what? it felt good and i don't care. i took kris and sarah to hell's kitchen and got some star wars t-shirts at target. and then there was the $20 i slapped down for blacklist's vintage sale (EPIC COATS). and gas. and groceries.
OH MY GOD. okay, so i had to get groceries because i had like, cheese and carrots and dorritos in the house. the only meat i am yet comfortable cooking is ground beef, and i get crazy sick of that. i'm trying to cut breads and grains way down because i need to shave some index. but after pasta and meat, what is left BUT produce? and i definitely always welcome more produce in my life. there's also dairy, yes. if i want to be uber healthy, i should cut that too. but you can't has my dairy. that i will fight you for. with lasers.
(okay, i know what you're thinking. why not cut the cookie dough? stfu. i've cut WAY back on my sugar consumption. it was starting to warp my sense of reality. so a little cookie dough here and there is fine and you can suck it.)
so i'm looking through my vegetarian cookbook and i find this recipe...holy shit. i don't want to divulge too much because i'm making it for pro rata's potluck. but i will say it is a potato side, and it makes me happier than rainbows. cheese is involved. onions. paprika. pepper. and one other ingredient that will make your head go WTF and your tummy go holy cats.
sometimes i want to punch some of my coworkers in the mouth. this week is the annual corporate meeting and a bunch of them are pissing and moaning about my not participating in the company picnic. oh yeah? tell me about it. "well, there's BBQ." i don't eat pork. "there's lots of free liquor." i don't drink. "we play volleyball." uh, i got this thing about sport-- "you get to know everyone better." okay...so tell me how this is better than rehearsal? OH THAT'S RIGHT, I HAVE REHEARSAL, REMEMBER? tsk. commitments are so awesome when they get you out of spending more time with office people than is absolutely necessary.
that's not fair. i like most of the people i work with. but there is a large number of people who i don't work with that are still in this office that i can be very happy avoiding. that i AM very happy avoiding. that i avoid with glee.
i feel like i'm too happy about this show. like i have to stop liking it so much or it's going to go by faster than i want it to and then it will be gone and i'll have nothing really cool to look forward to. i know this isn't true and i'll probably be spent once it's over. but still. we're already one week in and i'm still driving in anticipation gear. slow down, amber. i will. i will. the grit-your-teeth work will be coming soon.
so sarah made cookie dough this weekend and we ate some. like, raw. you don't understand. since the time i was relatively young i was taught this to be a no-no. even though they make cookie dough ice cream. even though there's raw egg in lots of stuff, including some korean foods that i have enjoyed. somehow, cookie dough seemed to be dangerous and off limits. but you know what? IT WAS WORTH THE RISK AND I AM NOT DEAD YET. i may even do it again.
i can't decide if i'm unhappy with my hair because i'm unhappy with my face or the other way around.
i need more suggestion for accordion songs. i try out songs all the time, but the only ones i know by heart and keep coming back to are:
everyday i write the book
xanadu
take me out
across the universe
i'll get you
i did look up and learn some chords for hyperballad yesterday and that's very interesting as an accordion-accompanied piece. i may keep that one in my eclectic batch. bjork is always fun to hear covered since she doesn't ever sound like anything else.
i spent a lot of money this weekend. and you know what? it felt good and i don't care. i took kris and sarah to hell's kitchen and got some star wars t-shirts at target. and then there was the $20 i slapped down for blacklist's vintage sale (EPIC COATS). and gas. and groceries.
OH MY GOD. okay, so i had to get groceries because i had like, cheese and carrots and dorritos in the house. the only meat i am yet comfortable cooking is ground beef, and i get crazy sick of that. i'm trying to cut breads and grains way down because i need to shave some index. but after pasta and meat, what is left BUT produce? and i definitely always welcome more produce in my life. there's also dairy, yes. if i want to be uber healthy, i should cut that too. but you can't has my dairy. that i will fight you for. with lasers.
(okay, i know what you're thinking. why not cut the cookie dough? stfu. i've cut WAY back on my sugar consumption. it was starting to warp my sense of reality. so a little cookie dough here and there is fine and you can suck it.)
so i'm looking through my vegetarian cookbook and i find this recipe...holy shit. i don't want to divulge too much because i'm making it for pro rata's potluck. but i will say it is a potato side, and it makes me happier than rainbows. cheese is involved. onions. paprika. pepper. and one other ingredient that will make your head go WTF and your tummy go holy cats.
sometimes i want to punch some of my coworkers in the mouth. this week is the annual corporate meeting and a bunch of them are pissing and moaning about my not participating in the company picnic. oh yeah? tell me about it. "well, there's BBQ." i don't eat pork. "there's lots of free liquor." i don't drink. "we play volleyball." uh, i got this thing about sport-- "you get to know everyone better." okay...so tell me how this is better than rehearsal? OH THAT'S RIGHT, I HAVE REHEARSAL, REMEMBER? tsk. commitments are so awesome when they get you out of spending more time with office people than is absolutely necessary.
that's not fair. i like most of the people i work with. but there is a large number of people who i don't work with that are still in this office that i can be very happy avoiding. that i AM very happy avoiding. that i avoid with glee.
