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Woke up later than usual from a quite satisfactory sleep. As planned, made pancakes by myself (with help from Mr. Hungry Jack). Splendid, magnificently splendid. Take a look for yourself. With honey and pineapples Also, first time ever having an actual stack of pancakes (not just one or two), so I was able to cut them like they do in cartoons - in a perfect wedges of pancakes. And the pineapples kept the honey from being too sweet. Tea and pancakes for brunch. Wonderful. As usual, my fascination with recipes that are successful in boxes drives my interest in making them from scratch. That will probably have to wait until I get home. Home. Cannot wait, but I can wait on figuring out the timing of everything.  Have a sensational day today. 

After work today, I suggested defeat and rediscovered the books that I had brought with me for this year. The Wind Up Bird Chronicles  always renders me into a drowsy, lonely, cold lull (and I've noticed that I'm always reading it in a sunbeam. I must be a kitten. Or Bonbon). After a few chapters, I fell asleep, only to awake way after the sun had gone down. I was very much disoriented, and my first thought was to look for anyone at home - but no one responded to my pitiful " he-hello? " and my scaredy-cat face. I was lonely, but it was too late (and I wasn't that driven) to go surround myself with people. So tonight has been dedicated to spaghetti, television, and Pink Martini with the usual suspects (a little bit of homesickness, Food Network, and Nick@Night). Speculation/Thoughts brought on by Wind Up Bird - It's probably because of my age and inexperience, but I think I may want someone a little like Okada. Then again, I go through phases where I want ...

(LOOK I'M IN A BETTER MOOD. IN FACT I WAS REALLY GIDDY LAST NIGHT AND COULDN'T FALL ASLEEP - jk that was yesterday. I am now a hormonal mass of mess. I was crying from watching Man vs. Food and Cupcake Wars. Yeah, shutup.) Just like any other semi-exclusive group, Da Group has a group text (massive spammage, all quantity, little quantity, minimal drama - cuz u no how we dooo). For Thanksgiving break last year, even though we were all headed back to the same little piece of surburbia we call home, due to classes and ride availability and such, we were all in separate vehicles at different times. Besides sleeping and watching the person next to you sleep, there's nothing better than to text everyone and ruin their naps! And so begins the purely-from-my-memory-not-directly-from-the-group-text-because-I-don't-have-that-patience-with-all-of-that-scrolling-upward-shit, sooped up  Episode XXI: Friendly Hostage Situation ... Setting: Roomie, The Whine, and myself are on the...

Definitely was worrying over when to reveal to my future progeny that Santa Claus doesn't exist. Should they even be given the notion of St. Nick sneaking around only bringing worthy children gifts? But then how would I explain the Phineas&Ferb Christmas special to them? Clearly I showered for too long. Also, how do you stop from eating your feelings? Please let me know. And the nothing-tastes-as-good-skinny-feels shit doesn't work with me. Except for sometimes. AlsocouldsomeonepleaseholdmewhenmyheartbreaksforfictionalcharactersThankssomuchly.  WHEN I AM IN A WONDERFUL MOOD, PLEASE GENTLY REMIND ME TO TELL THE TALE THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD: The Thanksgiving Episode or The Friendly Hostage Situation or Schrodinger's Whine

Fuck the shut up. No seriously. Stop talking. No one talks like that. And I'm not about to take that shit from you. "I'm not some adult child of an alcoholic that will take that shit" (thanks Tina Fey). Go Greendale, go Greendale, Go! Cannot wait for Community to come back and charm the pants off me. And the Simpsons' Treehouse of Horror. And try out the new Munsters remake. Not a TV junkie. Definitely not.

So tired right now. Not even sleepy, just fatigue' .  Can I just quit schoolio to go home and mill around forever? I have this wonderful buddy waiting at home for me. Even if it's because she's a lazy bum that doesn't like going anywhere. WHO AM I EVEN KIDDING. BACK TO THE BOOKARAMAS.

Because everyone who is anyone these days knows to appreciate the layering and options of disguising poor tastes in clothing by wearing more of it. Of course, you know that I am actually a master of wearing so many layers that I may occasionally (on my more tired days) pass for a hipster. To the untrained eye, that is. Prepster and hipster are two very different creatures. If you mistake the more stylish (prep) for the trendy (hipster), please leave. Or at least, don't speak to me about clothes. Just nod when I tell you to appreciate something. Like how adorably afraid of the cold I am dressed at them moment. Because I fucking am.  Ensemble du jour: snakeskin print skinny trousers (in a short cut, so my black socks encased ankles are shown, studded smoking slippers (or tuxedo slippers. Regardless, gold on black pleather is always classy), navy pea coat and multi-colored homemade infinity scarf covering up my loose striped knit-borderline sweater-top and denim men's cut shirt...

I hereby declare that I hate being a fifth wheel. Please.Could we forbid these occurrences in the future? I hate hating, and I hate it. Can I elope with myself? (Was asked what I most love about myself on an online quiz - panicked. Need reevaluation. Stop. Will get to eventually. Stop.) Also, whoever it is that currently has a death grip on my heart - would you please go? It's getting a little hard to breathe in here.  and you're doing it wrong Memo: please write about my most favorite episode of the group, "Thanksgiving Hostage Situation"

Cum his vive qui te meliorem facere possunt; illos admitte quos tu potes facere meliores. Seneca That and the to-do list for when you're sad. And the love letter. Don't forget them.  Good girl.

With help from that social networking site I have a love-hate-hate-so-mostly-hate relationship with, I like to play everyone's favorite game - social evolution. If you don't know the rules, you either have a life or are too nice. Either way, I hate you already. For the rest of us, the rules are pretty familiar. Find someone you haven't seen in a while, pray that they don't have their privacy settings on to super-ultra-mysterious mode, and surf them pictures. It works best when a). you're a young adult, and your peers are all going through major changes/developments/discoveries or b). you haven't seen this person in more than 4-5 years or c). the unspoken rule: the person being subjected to researching was (let's be honest, is is a better term) the ultimate douche or bitch. I especially hate and love to see the girls that used to look like Cabbage Patch kids who are now major social butterflies. Sometimes it's a "we all saw that coming" sort o...