Mid-week Crisis: A post about amazing college visits and the fact that I apparently don’t know my opposites.

1. At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Didn’t think that I could…uhhh…pass midterms. I’m pretty sure that’s how the song goes. Right? I had midterms last week and was absolutely drained studying/cramming for them. Now that I’m not stressed out anymore, I’ll be back to cooking for sure. For the history midterm I memorized 127 note cards worth of information on the War of 1812 and the French and Indian War. Test me on anything. Battle of Long Island? Got it. Burr vs. Hamilton? In the bag. How to spell broccoli? *silence* I have such a hard time with that word.

2. I visited a college this past weekend and I loved it. LOVED. It’s my top choice and after visiting there’s no reason to look at any other ones since it’s exactly what I want. I’m a bit of a free spirit and really have a hard time fitting in anywhere, but everyone there is exactly like I am. Of course there were were a few jocks and icky girls, but a majority of them were, well, geeks. My tour guide said that he rides his unicycle across campus. Ok maybe I’m not that weird, but he’s definitely someone I’d be friends with. You have no idea how happy I was to finally be in a place where I just felt normal. If I don’t get accepted I’m going to curl up into a ball and die. Also known as I’m going to go eat all the Halloween candy we got this year. It’s so nice having my family be one of the 3 families with kids in the neighborhood. I’m sending in my college application by Friday and hopefully the application to the nursing school by next week. Wish me luck, guys.

3. I think I need to buy this shirt. And by think I mean need. I need I need to buy this shirt? Well, that’s almost correct grammar.

4. My best friend is having surgery on Friday. She and I have hands-down the weirdest friendship ever (there’s a lot of talking and then not talking for a year and then doing that all over again until we’re finally friends again), but I love her to pieces. From what she’s told me, the surgery she’s having is pretty dangerous and she’ll be in the hospital for a while. Most of the support she’s getting involves people telling her how dangerous it is or how their cousin’s friend died while having a similar surgery. Because of that, I invited her over for a You’re Not Going to Die party. We made cookie dough and wrote letters to the baseball players David Freese and Joe Kelly. I threatened Joe that I’d slap him upside the head with a dead fish if he said he was a Cubs fan. And we wonder why I don’t have a boyfriend… Ignore that bowl with the crumbs. We inhaled the toasted raviolis that were in it and I was too lazy to take it out of the picture. Anyway, If you could all pray for her or send her good thoughts, that would be fantastic. How exactly does one go about sending good thoughts? Do you go “leprechaunssunshinedaisiesheathledger75%offcouponswarmchocolatechipcookies ok, I’m done. Those were some good thoughts.”? Just wondering.

5. Last week I invited a friend that I never see *coughMARIEcough* over so we could make Halloween food. I took pictures with my mom’s camera, but I’m too lazy to upload them right now. It’s the middle of the week, people. I’ll do it tomorrow. But here’s a picture from my phone of the cakeball eyeballs I made. I made these last year too, but these turned out much better this time, aside from the fact that they’re a bit wonky looking in this picture. That red icing was a huge mess and your fingers were absolutely covered with it by the time you had your 4th one. Not that I know anything about that…

6. Fringe season 3 finale. Can we just talk about this for a moment? All of you need to start watching it so we can have like a Fringe club meaning. Kind of like a book club, but more Fringe-y and less booky. So Peter never existed. And Olivia dies, but not yet, because Peter just saw her die when he got electrocuted by that machine and went 20 years into the future. Then he came back proclaimed “I have seen doomsday!” and then just disappears and everyone’s totally cool with it. Or maybe they just ignored him like you ignore a 9 year old telling a pointless story that won’t end. Hey, I have 6 siblings. I’m allowed to make fun of kids.

7. If you’re anything like me, you still struggle with learning your opposites. Luckily Sesame Street has a helpful video to watch. You’re welcome.

Mid-week Crisis: Cool story, Skandar.

1. Remember Skandar Keynes? I used to talk about him…ummm…all the time. Luckily I switched over to talking about Joseph Gordon-Levitt and have succeeded in making you all insane because of it. Sorry? Anyway, he turned 21 today. Happy birthday, my dear slightly-unattractive-but-totally-amazing-future-husband. I’m so glad that you’re an awful actor and no one knows about you. That means I can have you all to myself. MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. I think I have issues.

2. Last week I went out to lunch with my friend Katie. She makes me laugh and we share a mutual love of food. Win. Also, I didn’t eat any of my pizza crusts, and I’m sure the waitress thought I was crazy when she took away my plate with 6 of them.

3. This post made me a little sniffily…

4. Fringe season 2, disk 2. Coming to a mailbox near you. Also known as my mailbox today. I love Netflix.

5. This pin sums up my general you’re-really-annoying-me attitude as of late. I think I need an attitude adjustment. Also, I own this pin, so don’t bother me or it may end up pinned to your face. Fair warning.

6. I’m not sure about you, but the song Call Me Maybe gets stuck in my head all the time. I think that song is actually brainwashing us. That being said, I found a Batman parody of it that is, um, amazing.

7. Whatever you do, do NOT look at How Sweet It Is’ food board on Pinterest. It makes me sad every time I look at it because none of the food is in my belly. I think someone needs to invent a machine that can convert pictures of food into actual food. Yeah, best idea ever. You’re welcome.

I’m on cloud nine, in a George-Harrison’s-final-solo-album kind of way…

I love George Harrison. Really, I do. He is probably my favorite singer ever and I love everything about him. But this album cover is scary. Seriously, whoever did the cover art deserves to be banned from humanity. As creepy as this is, it pretty much describes how I feel right now. Minus the guitar, and the dorky sunglasses…and the fact that I’m not George Harrison. Awkward.

But I’m seriously on cloud nine right now. I had a friend…well, have…err…had, up until 2pm today and then it became “have” again. Anyway, this girl and I were really good friends. Long story short, we had a falling out. We had our first fight and, although it was little and totally stupid, it destroyed our friendship. We didn’t talk for months. And then, being the mature person she is, she wished me happy 16th birthday last week. And then we started talking again. And then we went shopping together today and saw each other for the first time since November 1st of last year. And now we’re friends again. Hmmm…the story is much more interesting if you know all the details, but I’ll spare you those. Anyway, I just want to go hug all my friends right now and tell them that I feel like being social again. So if you get an email from me saying HEY! I’ve been in hiding for a while. Want to get together?, please don’t think I’m totally kooky-town.

Since I’m in such a good mood and I can’t really call up someone without it being weird, I decided to bake something totally delicious about an hour ago. And I did. I made Lemon Bars from my favorite cookbook ever, Gluten Free Baking by Annalise Roberts.

These fit my mood perfectly. Light and fluffy and lemony. Ok, I don’t really feel lemony right now, because I’m not entirely sure what someone would do to feel lemony…

But I’m in a great mood now and nothing can tear me away from it. Not the burning cheese at the bottom of the oven that filled the house with a smokey-cheese smell, or the lemon juice that got in the cuts on my hand while I was juicing the lemon, or the fact that I got stopped by a mall cop today because you couldn’t be at the mall if you’re 16 or younger past 3pm, unless you’re with a 21 year old. But luckily the mall cop was…a few fries short of a happy meal, and she took one look at my permit and said “Oh ok, you’re 17. You’re good to go.” Epic fail. But I didn’t get kicked out of the mall! YAY DUMB MALL COPS!

That stupid fight I had with my friend has been hanging over me for a while. So, now that I feel a bazillion times better, I’ll be blogging more and hopefully my posts will be funny/funnier from now on :) And now please enjoy this random picture. Because I’m feeling random. Deal with it.

Life is very short, and there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it’s a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out.
We can work it out.

And, *end scene*.