Tonight I made delicious Cheddar Biscuits (think Red Lobster’s Cheddar Bay Biscuits), the recipe to which I found one night while stumbling. I made a few small edits, and they came out glorious. Being a broke college student, picking out delicious recipes is quite difficult. Also making it difficult are my dreams of being vegetarian. This recipe is actually pretty cheap, and very yum.

Ingredients:

Jiffy Buttermilk Biscuit mix (2 8 oz pcks)    $1.38

½ Cup Shredded Cheddar                              $2.49

2/3 – 1 Cup of Milk (I had some handy)    ~2.00

A few teaspoons of garlic powder and oregano (I strongly suggest investing in some common herbs)

2 tbsp butter (again I had handy)              ~3.00

For a grand total of  $8.00 with cheese, milk, and butter to spare! (it was only 3.87 since I had already had butter and milk) 

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees

Mix together biscuit mix, cheese, and ½ a teaspoon of garlic in large mixing bowl

Add in the milk, and stir (or use your hands, like me)

Form the biscuits and place on a cookie sheet (I used foil, to shorten clean-up)

Bake for about 10 minutes. While the biscuits are baking, melt the butter in a small bowl, then stir in a tsp of oregano, and a tsp and a half of garlic powder (if you like garlic, if not a tsp works). After the 10 minutes is up, spoon some of the butter mixture over the biscuits (I poked holes in my biscuits to help it soak in) Return to oven, and bake for another 5-6 minutes.

While I agree with my sister that 5 people drinking until they pass out is not really my idea of a party, I will have to disagree with her statement that there is no need for intoxication. Point: No one would understand if I yelled out “I am swimming through the ocean.  The ocean is in the grass” while making swimming motions and dancing around if we were all stone-faced sober (granted I will yell out this and equally ridiculous things while sober, but I am…different). And, personally, I feel there is a need to reach that altered mind state occasionally, in order to gain new perspective. But note that I say occasionally. If you are reaching said mind states all the time, well it is not really a new perspective is it? It is like being sober is the difference.

 

Firework Fly. How would you feel if you had a 4th of July celebration in your butt?

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

As of late I’ve been consistently waking up before my alarm. This does not lead to pleasant days. Currently in class, trying to stay awake. How? PAINT! 

Pink floofy globs of clouds embrace a burning plasmic mass of hydrogen and helium. Rain-streaked, kissed cheeks flush in cold azure morning. Curled fingers grasp found specks of who-knows-what. Lather, rinse, repeat. Infinitely.

Can we please be friends? PLEEEEASE?

AlienRabbit is cute

Faeriesaurus Rex

"Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide Late schooleboyes."

I write much in the same way that I act; floating around from place to place, feet barely touching the ground, face forever turned towards the sky,  letting sunlight warmth radiate inwards. Or less poetically, I’m ADD. 

I have a love of bubble baths. I like curling up in the tub, feeling the walls close around me. It gives me 

a sense of security, of balance in the chaos. I’m like the guy from big fish; I need to submerge myself in water every so often, or face “being dried out.” 

Ah everyday life, thou art so soporific. How exciting be it the cooking of noodles for morning, noon, and night.  All I can think to write: “I cannot wait for summer, I cannot wait to wear jorts.” Jorts? Oh they’re just jeans cut into shorts. They’re a thing of rednecks, hipsters, and my mother. I’m going to play on paint now. 

I enjoy pickles. A lot.

I enjoy pickles. Right now, if you offered me either chocolate or pickles, I would totally choose the pickles (possibly because I ate myself sick of chocolate recently). Still, I wish I had some pickled Gherkins. I do have pickled peaches, but I am not sure if I am a fan. I want to build a castle out of pickles and live in it. And have pickle soldiers and a pickle juice moat and pickle alligators defending it against the evil pickle-haters. I would marry a pickle prince and live happily ever after. And then I would eat him. And Arlo Guthrie does not know what he’s talking about.

I took my first picture with the 250 Land Camera! (using fp-100c film) It has some issues because the Fuji film pack is made of plastic, and the camera was made to use metal film packs. Basically it’s just really difficult to pull the film out. I would really like to get out and use it to take some interesting pictures. I will wait until it is sunny. I think that will help in picture quality. 

I applied to Busch Gardens today. I didn’t realize they are a part of Sea World. I think I would prefer working at Sea World. I want to take care of dolphins! But it would still be pretty neat-o to work there. I think I get free passes for myself and 2 guests…which would be super sweet. 

Also, I got my egg donation information in the mail today. I don’t really want to donate to someone in Kentucky; I’d get paid half of what I could in say, New York, or Colorado.  And it’s just Kentucky. I could travel there on weekends if I wanted to.  One of the questions is “has anyone ever committed a crime against you?”  I had a light up palm tree stolen from my yard once, does that count?

While looking up information about egg donations, I found this article on beautifulpeople.com, a dating website for beautiful people only. Here is a direct quote from the founder of the website "Letting fatties roam the site is a direct threat to our business model and the very concept for which BeautifulPeople.com was founded." Wow. So hopefully I never meet someone who is on this site. I mean I understand having standards, but this is ridiculous and conceited. Have you ever heard of unconventional beauty? Apparently not…

Lazy Friday

First off, send me a story so I can turn it into a picture.
Here are some examples of stories previously (or today) done (I'm such a great drawer!):

Since I’ve been home, I’ve been enjoying the pianos my parents have here. It’s quite enjoyable to make music, even if it’s only three songs, written by other people, and even though I have tempo issues…Maybe if I sing loud enough it will be drowned out? 

Why is it so damn hard to wrap presents? I went shopping with my sister for her friend Roberts birthday. We picked out a pretty awesome present (the sign says "put on your big girl panties and deal with it"). We tried gluing Reese’s cups minis to the presents…didn’t work out so well…

The card lights up and sings the bippity boppity boo song

Now I am going to attempt to do the homework I was assigned over spring break.

Muffin Remnants

I had great blogging ideas last night when I was trying to sleep forever. Now they have seemed to fade away currently about as tangible as dusty gray ghost moths. 

I wish I could move my computer. Last night it freaked out on me;  the screen turned black, and stayed black, even after turning it on and off a few times. My solution to the problem (and most problems I encounter with computers) was to angrily take the battery out, and then put it back in. This time it didn’t go back in. Every time I attempt to put it in, it flops back out (that’s what he said?). 

I didn’t have any dreams last night. This is quite frustrating for me, since often my dreams are what I look most forward to. Unless they are nightmares.  My mind can come up with some pretty creepy shit. About my parents getting murdered. The thing is, if my parents were actually murdered, I have a feeling my first thoughts would not be “what a great travesty, I don’t know how I will live without them” as much as “EWWW. Gross. EWWW.” I’ve been scared of dead bodies since I was a child. If I were to say what my biggest fear is, it’s probably dead bodies. I’d go even as far as saying I am more scared of dead bodies than I am of murderers (who I am still scared of, since they are the makers of dead bodies). It’s like hey murderer please save me from that lifeless body. 

I think my ego should commit suicide. I just want to leave it on the side of the road. I’m quite tired of acting according to reality. I just want to float around in pretty colors all wispy like, please.