I’m fifteen for a moment, caught in between ten and twenty…

See the title of my post? Yup, the one right up there ↑. Those are the beginning lyrics of the song 100 years, by Five For Fighting (Did you know that the band’s name comes from the hockey penalty you get if you start beating up someone on the ice-five minutes for fighting? True story. And I’m so jealous that they totally stole the coolest band name ever). If I were REALLY annoying, I’d have the song start playing in the background while you’re reading this. Or I’d insert the youtube video that would immediately start playing. But since I’m only mildly-moderately annoying, I’m going to say go look it up. At least the lyrics. It’s a pretty song. Sad, but pretty. And since I shall be turning 16 years old in a few short days, I figured that those lyrics would only apply to me for a little while longer. So let’s reminisce on this past year, shall we? It’s been good and bad. Lost some friends, made some new ones, strengthened (at least tried to…) the friendships I’ve had for years and hope to have for years to come. Laughed a lot, cried a lot, but mainly just stood around with a blank and slightly confused look on my face. Enough reminiscing. I’m boring myself. Who wants to see my redone room?!?!?! If you say yes, I now dub you my best friend of the day. *dubs* Now, let’s see some pictures, shall we????

Warning, this might be a long post. And when I say long I mean LOOONNNGGG. Like 951 words long. Just a heads up, Daniel-san.

You can’t tell just by looking at this picture, but this piece of art (which just so happens to be one of my favorite pictures ever) is holographic. But what does that mean, Picco? That means it looks 3D. Oh yeah. 3D art and George Harrison. Does life get better? I didn’t think so, until I saw this: I believe the only words fitting enough to describe how I felt when I first saw this are: Holy.Guacamole. This lamp is the bomb diggity. I feel like Randy Jackson when I say that… and the best part is it came into my home broken, unloved and onsale (long story, but basically there was an extra part that my dad had to saw off) and we brought it back to life. *insert choir of angels singing hallelujah* The theme of my room is black, white and red. I’m going for an 80’s feel since the 80’s seemed pretty darn awesome. And I love the 40’s too. And now that I’ve gotten totally side tracked, back to my room.What’s better than an Elvis clock? Why, an Elvis clock with pendulum legs! Which is why his legs are so blurry. They were moving faster than Speedy Gonzales, the fastest mouse in all Mexico, and didn’t feel like stopping for the picture. And yes, that is a lava lamp on the left. It goes with the general theme of AWESOMNESS that can be found throughout the room.

And here’s the curtain covering my closet. The only way to make this interesting is to say I went hunting deep in the heart of Africa. There, I shot a zebra, skinned it with my bare hands, and with its pelt on my back, swam back to America. And once there, I sliced it wafer thin so it became a sheer. And that’s how to make saying I unzipped it from the package, threw it on a tension rod, and stuck it up interesting. I am a gifted story teller, no? You should all take notes. If you haven’t sat in a Fuf Beanbag chair, you have not lived. It is the most amazing and lovely thing I have ever purchased in my life. And when I say I, I do mean my parents. I went broke just buying the bedspread :( But I’m sitting in it right now and it’s wonderful. It really aids in my creativity. Ok, not really. I just said that because I didn’t know how to end the paragraph.

And now for fishy. As in hhhheeeEEERRRR FISHY FISHY FISHY.

My dad makes a mean barbeque salmon. Barbeque and salmon? Do those two words go together? I’ll cut to the chase-ooohhhh yeah they do. I wanted to have this on my birthday, but I couldn’t wait that long. So we had it tonight. And it makes the whole house smell like happiness for a long time afterwards. And fish. But mainly happiness. Everyone in my family ate it, even the picky eaters. Even my 2 year old brother was licking his plate. Literally. It was pretty dang hilarious. AND NOW, the reward you get for reading all the way to the bottom is….*drumroll please* the top-secret recipe for Barbeque Salmon. This is the part where you feel extremely honored and leave a comment saying how much you adore me. Hey, I’m just saying what I know you all are thinking.

Barbeque Salmon

For 2 salmon fillets

1 tablespoon brown sugar
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 tablespoon soy sauce
2 teaspoon butter
2 teaspoon grated ginger
1 teaspoon honey
2 salmon fillets

Preheat the oven to 400F. Combine everything except the fillets (duh) in a saucepan, and cook down over low heat to make a sauce. In a pan, sear the salmon fillets in olive oil for 2 minutes, skin side up. Then put the fillets in an ovensafe dish, skin side down, and pour the sauce over the fish. Cook for 8-10 minutes. Devour.

This is a totally gluten-free recipe, EXCEPT for the soy sauce part. Most Japanese soy sauces are made with wheat, so make sure you use gluten-free soy sauce. Ok, I’m done rambling.


13 thoughts on “I’m fifteen for a moment, caught in between ten and twenty…

  1. I love,love,love your new room! I especially love the rug :) The Elvis clock looks familiar,
    or is it new? What a transformation in just a few weeks. Now that it looks so good you
    know you’ll have to keep it “neat and tidy.” (I promise to help if you want.) Who knew that
    in addition to your literary skills you have a creative bent…Watch out Martha Stewart!

    The salmon recipe looks yummy. I will definitely try it.

    Keep up your blog. It brings a smile every time.


    • Thanks! I do think it’s the fabulous rug that makes the room so wonderful. My mom has 2 Elvis clocks (not sure why…), so she gave me one of them and now it’s scaring people because it’s the first thing you see when you walk in the room. Yikes. And yes, my room has stayed AMAZINGLY clean since we rearranged furniture. It’s actually kind of weird… it’s very unlike me ;)

  2. wow!!! amazing room, amazing humor, amazing story teller….. you’re amazing, Picco!!! (This is the part where I’d normally add “you sound just like me”, but I won’t compete with your awesomess. you should feel *so* special. ;) )
    and yes, the 80s were fab. totally amazing. This sinches it – we’re gonna have to meet someday. :D Love it – all!!!


    • Oh stop it, I’m blushing ;)

      I’m all for meeting people just like me. Actually, I’m all for meeting people who get sarcasm. You don’t appreciate sarcasm…yikes… so yes, one day we can meet! I’ll bring food and my dry wit.

  3. To use terminology from the 60s (evidently not a favorite decade of yours or of a lot of people), your bedroom is BAAAAAD, RAD, NEATO, NIFTY, COOL, FAR OUT, A REAL GONER, HIP, OUTTA SIGHT, and SOOOO FINE.

    MEANWHILE BACK AT THE RANCH—Best wishes on your 16th BDay. Am sure that it will not be a BUMMER!!!

    • Thanks :) I’m hoping my birthday will be fun. Probably a little boring, since I’m not having a party, but that’s ok. I’m going against the flow of sweet 16 partys. Because I’m a rebel. Grrrrrr.

  4. “Yooouuu are sixteen, going on seventeen!” Now that that’s stuck in your head, have a great birthday! :)

    Luv, Emarshily

    P.S. Your room looks awesome!! The Elvis clock made me smile. :)

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