To start off my post for today I shall bore you all with my list of irrational fears. First on the list is water. I’m terrified of water. Swimming pools, baths, big murky lakes filled with poisonous animals just waiting for me to come in so they can eat me, you name it. I don’t avoid water like the plague, but I only swim it if I absolutely have to. Next, people. Ok not people themselves, but I hate being the center of attention and when people stare at me. Which I guess has turned into me also being scared of speaking in public. But again, it’s not like I refuse to speak in front of people. I do it a lot and if I ever have to read in class, I willingly do. I just save my hyperventilating for later. I’m also scared of high, open spaces. Not because I’m scared of heights, but because I think I’ll jump off the edge for no reason. And I’m scared of ligers. Ok, anyone think I have serious issues yet??? Oh but wait, there’s more. After a series of reoccurring nightmares I’ve been having lately, I’ve realized that I’m absolutely mortified of singing. In real life, I’m no good at singing. At all. Actually I’m pretty sure that the second I open my mouth to sing, a puppy dies somewhere. And obviously I’m no better at singing in my dreams. The horrible dream I’ve had the last 3 nights in a row is that I wake up in the morning and realize my life has turned into a musical. And I have no clue what songs everyone’s singing. So when it’s my turn to sing, I either just stand there terror-struck or I start to sing and end up screeching and everyone gets mad at me. It’s absolutely horrible. Pretty soon the dream is going to affect me so much I’m going to be scared of falling asleep…oh joy.
All I wanted to eat today was chocolate and peanut butter something-or-other. I got the recipe for Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip cookies from here and they were…ok. I used my lovely gluten-free bisquick instead of flour and they tasted sort of gritty to me. Well, more gritty than usual since gluten-free anything isn’t exactly the king of smoove tastes. But apparently they tasted good enough, because my sister was making up commercials about them. And also testimonials of various people who had eaten the cookies and how they had changed their lives. We’re an odd bunch over here. The recipe said that the cookies wouldn’t spread and to place them as close as possible to each other. Umm, excuse me, does this look like not spreading to you?