I actually made the chicken.

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... when something like this happens?


Damn it, Stu! The bigger question is why exactly is Chaz Finster having dreams about his neighbor being in his house late at night?

In any event, Stu Pickles is a pretty smart dude. He's an inventor after all...


Great comeback! Looks like Betti and Didi had a few too many cocktails that day. They're looking a little wobbly over there. We need coffee, stat!

No point to this post... except that cartoons from the 90's are the best.

LOOK OUT!!!


Alright, I'm done! I really need to get more sleep.

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Note: All times are in the Central Time Zone

 I'm Making a Cake Tonight

8:15 PM

It's all done, and it tastes delicious. The icing was awesome. The whole package is even better. I even was able to start cleaning up while the cake was cooking. My first try was a complete success. Thank god. I am a functional person.

7:40 PM
I'm ready for the oven. I melted the butter successfully. Mixed in the chocolate. The water. The eggs. The Buttermilk. Everything's looking good. The batter tastes great. Too bad there won't be a cake now...

Kidding.

7:05 PM
I was listening to the NY Rangers' home opener online, and I decided I was ready to get started. I figured I would work on the first step, which didn't involve boiling water. As I was about to mix the flour and sugar, I remembered my measuring utensils (is that what they're called?) were pretty limited. We have this small plastic measuring cup that holds only 1 cup. I used it to sloppily measure out 2 cups of flower. The table is already a mess.


6:45 PM
Since I figure that I'll be eating a ton of cake tonight, I decided I would try a light dinner. After last nights ground beef omelet, I didn't feel bad about going to one of my classics, a peanut butter & something sandwich. Natural Chunky Peanut Butter and Pumpkin Butter are strong duo.

5:49 PM

I decided that I was going to start the cake after dinner, which means I'll likely begin at 7:30 or so. Our kitchen is a bit of a mess right now, so I cleaned off the kitchen table so that I can use the space. I laid the ingredients on the table (no, not the dairy ones). This is happening. If I become a famous baker one day (100% chance), this will be remembered as a historic day in history. It will.

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I went to the grocery store today. As I was checking out, I noticed that this particular container of juice rang up for $140,000. At first, I was incredulous. "How Dare this store offend somebody of my stature?!?" Clearly, that was a terribly wrong reaction. I should have been overjoyed. I have been searching my entire life for the best juice in the world, and I finally found juice that's worth $140k. 

After tasting it, it's clear to me that its worth is not derived from its taste. It's decent tasting juice but certainly not worth its price tag on taste alone. Therefore, I must conclude that this juice will give me superpowers, eternal youth, never run out, or some combination of the three. Or maybe I'll win a house under the cap. 

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That's what I think is going on here.

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How lucky am I? 

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The last time I ate this much cake was at CD's party this summer. His mom cut me an Shaquean slice of sheet cake. To everyone's dismay, I couldn't finish. Tonight I couldn't either.

You're Welcome.

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Hello world... again.

On a lighter note from my last post, I am toying with the idea of protesting the OWS protesters. I even have my sign picked out...

*laughs* It made me feel better...

Love from,

I'm going to go watch Daria now...
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Hello world...

Lately the biggest topic of discussion in our country has been the "Occupy Wall Street" movement. It's been heavily covered by the news, discussed ad nauseam on twitter, facebook, and in most social settings. When it all began, the details of what exactly this group was protesting was a little hazy to me. There was a sense of unorganization and confusion. Whenever I watched the news, the interviews that were conducted showed just that. Everyone had a different grievance, a different concern, a different opinion as to what they were protesting. I couldn't take them seriously. Back in high school, I was on the varsity Debate team, where I learned that if you wanted to win your debate, you had to have a clear and concise argument.

To be honest, other than what I have heard from the news, and from my friends and family, I haven't taken much of an interest in the movement. Not because I'm part of the 1% of the country that's well off, god knows that I'm not, but because I'm too busy trying to make ends meet. Trying to afford money for college, so that I can someday be able to accomplish my own dreams. Trying to save enough money so that I can pay off hospital bills, afford money for car insurance, hell, even money for gas. At the end of the day, I have felt more of a resentment towards this movement than I have had sympathy for it.

A majority of this resentment has stemmed from what I have seen on television. Kids my age sitting dirty in the street complaining that they can't find jobs, when they could be using this time to try and find one. What sent me over the edge was a sign that one kid had that said he quit his job so that he could join the protest. Seriously? You're complaining about the lack of jobs and the horrible economy, when you had one, and then you quit it? How can I take you seriously?

I honestly can't believe that I have spent years busting my ass at shitty jobs, not being able to graduate college on time, due to lack of monetary help and a refusal to take out student loans, that would have ultimately led me to debt, while a bunch of kids bitch about not getting what they want. They want free educations. They want more jobs. They want, they want, they want... but to me, it just seems like they don't want to work for it. They don't want to make the effort, they just want everything handed to them. There are some points where I just want to scream at all of them.

Today my grandmother made me stop working to read a passage from a book she's been reading. Within the book there's an excerpt from a speech that Timothy Radcliffe gave during his address to Yale University, where he discussed "Talking to Strangers", which just so happens to be the name of his speech. There was a lot of information within the speech, but one of the main points that he was trying to make is our difficulty with communication. How we need to look beyond the "single vision" that we have all have seemed to acquire.

I know that this seems off topic, but stay with me, and I swear I will tie this all back together. Timothy Radcliffe brought up how he "had practiced a version of the medieval disputatio." which was a form of debating. Naturally, this perked my interest, being a debate snob. "In the disputatio the aim was not so much to demonstrate that your opponent was utterly and in every way wrong, and to be derided and dismissed as a fool. Instead you had to show the limited sense in which he was right... The aim was, through disagreement and mutual criticism, to arrive at a common truth, that was able to accommodate what was true in each position."

I believe that if we really want to change the current state of our country, this is what we need to do. Both sides need to sit down, lay out their grievances, and find a way to come up with solutions. It's easy to sit around bitching about how your side is right, and the other side is wrong. I think that was what really had me riled up with the Occupy Wall Street movement. They have laid out their issues, and instead of proposing solutions, they have caused more conflict. They blocked the Brooklyn Bridge, they stormed banks to withdrawal all their money, they have stormed Times Square, and for what? They wanted attention to their cause when they already had it. All I've seen is their creation of more problems.

When I first started writing this diatribe on OWS, I looked up the movement's facebook page and website to get a better idea of what their cause was. Mainly because I understand that if you want to have an intelligent conversation, you first have to understand what exactly you're talking about. When I looked up the facebook page, and went to their info tab, I stopped reading it halfway. Why? Well, probably because they have listed so many issues that I can't even focus on all of it. Again, one of my problems with this movement. Clear and concise arguments people! It's not that hard! (Thank god for my years in Debate). When I pulled up their web page, however, I was able to find this mission statement:

"Occupy Wall Street is leaderless resistance movement with people of many colors, genders and political persuasions. The one thing we all have in common is that We Are The 99% that will no longer tolerate the greed and corruption of the 1%. We are using the revolutionary Arab Spring tactic to achieve our ends and encourage the use of nonviolence to maximize the safety of all participants."

Even with the research I have attempted to do, I still feel like this movement is so unorganized, at least in the sense of it's content, that I can't even attempt to make enough sense of it to be able to make any arguments against it. Other than I really dislike the blatant stupidity that a portion of my generation displays. All I have really learned from this is that it's easy to sway people to join a movement, if your movement encompasses every grievance this country has.

I think I'll continue to watch the movement, just to see what it might be able to accomplish, because I'll be amazed if it does.

Love from,
Excuse me while I go find an advil to cure the headache this has given me.
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With Halloween approaching rapidly, I’ve been making it a point to get through as many horror classics as possible (as long as I’m not at work or being kicked out of my house for a few hours so my parents can show the place off). As I’ve been compiling my Top 20 list for Halloween, I was suddenly reminded of a film whose compelling scenes and images have been forever burned into my mind. It transcends genres with its thoroughly layered script and the performances of its cast, finding humor where there is none and building suspense with every twist and turn. This movie takes the taco when it comes to true blood curdling and scream inducing terror. The next time I get a spooky phone call and the gravelly voice on the other end asks me “what my favorite scary movie is,” I know that my answer will be “The Room!”

And now... the most terrifying moment in film history!

Don't believe me? Let's watch that same scene... with an audience!

Shocking stuff!

Alright, I've wasted enough of my time and yours but I haven't posted anything in a while and I felt like being stupid this morning. Well, I'm being asked to leave the house so I'm going to roam around for a few hours.

Till next time, let us rock in peace...

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I can't remember if I posted this...

Time Flies.

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Hello world!

I have never seen a family fight on television that has resembled the one's I have experienced in real life... Until now. I was watching TV tonight, I came across a scene on one of my old favorite shows. I spent five minutes laughing and in danger of almost falling off the couch. I swear the writers of this show must have been spying into my family's living-room, watching the insanity ensue, during one of our classic family smack-downs. There's screaming, then pleasantries, then more screaming, then drunken laughing, then a mild argument, soon followed by screaming, and then exhaustion. It took me forever to find a clip of the episode in question on YouTube, and unfortunately I can't embed it onto the page, I can only give a link. You should definitely watch it, you'll laugh, and somewhere I'll be shaking my head because this argument legitimately happened within my family. I'd be Rory, and who that is, you'll soon find out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kUxH5QFf7w

Oh, and if you don't believe me, here's a picture from Thanksgiving of 2005, after my family decided to have it's annual holiday smack-down. Luckily, children were not included in this spectacle. Although, my younger sister is showing the signs of a less than happy day... My grandmother has the picture framed on her mantle...

Love From,
You gotta love family...
B

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Deep Dish is growing on me

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Hello world!

Sorry I haven't been around to post much. The boys commented on the fact that not much has been going on here for the last couple days. By here, I mean on the blog, because I certainly have been busy. The new job is keeping me occupied, sending me to NYC to find some new merchandise. I got to participate in a private fashion show, which was kind of a surreal experience. It wasn't an experience I had thought I'd participate in. I've never been really involved in the fashion world, I've always been in the world of literature. New and different experiences are always welcome though.

Plus, I've been sucked into the world of The Hunger Games. I just finished the third, and final, book last night. I read all three books in three days. I haven't been sleeping well, so reading passes the time. Although, now I don't know what to do with myself since I've finished the series. I'm always a little lost after I finish a book, and I didn't feel like Mockingjay had any real closure. It was just kind of like, life eventually goes on, and we just have to deal with it. I will say this though, Katniss is the first heroine, that I've read about in a long time, that I could actually respect. Most of the female heroines these days are whiny little damsels in distress and always have some kind of romantic drama. Of course, Katniss had her own share of romantic drama. Unlike many of her heroine counterparts, she doesn't go back and forth about which boy will she choose, she kind of just brushed it aside and decides to deal with it later. She has bigger problems to deal with, like surviving and protecting her family. Her weapon of choice is a bow and arrow, and she kicks some serious ass. Which is a welcome change from the usual book nonsense I've read about. If you haven't read the books yet, I suggest that you do, and be prepared for a lot of violence, deception, and death.

Other than that, all is well in the Del. I should probably get more sleep though. I'll try.

Also, in honor of D's insistence to post pictures food, let's eat some Ice Cream Cake!

Love From,
"May the odds be ever in your favor"
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Hello world,

I've always been a fan of Meg & Dia. There's something about their songs that I can relate so easlily to. Which is the appeal of most music for me. Today "My Ugly Mouth" seems to be my jam. Probably because my mouth tends to get me into the most trouble. Even when I don't say anything.

*laughs* oh well... feel free to listen.



Love From,
"Why is it the one's we love we try to hide, and give our laughter to perfect strangers?"
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Classic

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If you don't stay safe, he'll force choke you... Just ask Padme...

What? Too soon?

Love from,
I'm so glad I saw this picture on Facebook.
B

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Hello world...

Well, I had a good talk with a few of the boys yesterday, and I'm feeling better about things. Which is good. There's still a few things that I need to handle, but it will be done. All in good time...

For now, I just want to be happy! We've had this blog up and running for one year, and we are so grateful to all of you who have followed us this past year. Sometimes the roads are bumpy, but we keep on moving.

To celebrate a year of the blog, I wanted to share some of my favorite pictures from the past year. There's a lot of them, just a fore-warning...

Love From,
Here's to many more adventures...
B

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Hello world...

It will have been a year tomorrow since I started this blog, and things have changed here. I feel like I have a one year curse. Everywhere I go, it seems like things fall apart after the one year mark. It's usually at this point that I wash my hands of everything and leave.

This time it's different. I want things to work so badly that I've sacrificed a lot to try to make that happen, and it seems like it was all done in vain.

Things just aren't the same anymore. It seems like we all have our barriers. Everyone has been consumed by their own hurts, their own problems, or they are just too busy to be bothered. We can't seem to break through to each other anymore. I feel like we are all strangers now.

I miss the way things were, when we would stay up all night talking and laughing. I wanted to believe that we'd eventually get back to that point, but I just don't feel like it's going to anymore.

What's worn me out the most is what I've been doing to myself. I've punished myself for things I've felt responsible for. I've been hurting over my own injuries, and chasing after something that I now realize I can't have. I've held everything in. I've done my best not to force my feelings onto other people. I've been all alone, and I don't want to live like that anymore. I don't want to have to force myself to be happy. I want to be open and honest about things.

I want to fix things, but I don't know how, and I can't do it alone. It has to be something everyone wants.

To be honest, I'm a little scared as I write all this, because I'm well aware that everyone's perspectives are different. Maybe the problems I see bother me more than they do everyone else. If that's true, you're welcome to tell me I'm crazy and that I need to calm down and relax. I almost kind of hope that someone will, because I'm a little bit selfish. I want to know that things are okay, and I'll find security in hearing that. As silly as that sounds... I'm just afraid of losing everything. 

My family keeps warning me that if you need people, you're letting them have all the power. I've never really cared much for power struggles. I just know that I need my friends, and I don't want to give up on them just because things are a little rough. 

I think people give up too easily sometimes.

Love from,
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http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=52907

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Ladies and Gentleman,

...Let there be riots...







Yeah, I'm on a Paramore binge. Whatever.

Love from,
Songs mean nothing without meanings...
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Hello world...

Sometimes people have the power to make us feel insignificant with simple comments. Their words can cut like knives, and make you feel like you're worthless, only if you let them. Eleanor Roosevelt once said that, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." and she was right. It's easy to get caught up in what other people think, especially if their opinion matters to you. The people who have the most power over us, with their words, are the ones we care about the most. Only the person responsible for their comment knows whether or not it was meant to hurt you. Sometimes you have to rise above it. Rise above their words, your own feelings, pride, egos, etc.

Harsh words and mean comments are like waves. Sometimes you see them coming. You have enough time to kick off from the sand, and jump over the wave as it comes at you. Sometimes you have a little less time to react, so you have sink under the water, and let the wave roll over you. Then there are the times where you turn around, and the wave smacks you in the face. Then you're choking on saltwater, and gasping for air as you attempt to recover. You don't let that wave bring you down and try to suffocate you. You fight to breathe. It might not be easy, for the most part it's pretty painful, but you get through it.

There are some people in this world who are going to try to tear you down. They want to hurt someone else just to make themselves feel better. They aren't happy with their own lives, and they hate seeing other people move forward with theirs.

To those people out there, the one's who tear others down. The one's who thrive on hurting others. The one's who see the weak or hypersensitive, and trample over their feelings like they mean nothing. You can do or say whatever you want, but you can never break me. Instead, I'll feel sorry for you, because you're so clearly pathetic that you have to play stupid petty games to build yourself up.

You're the one who's insignificant. Not me, nor the one's like me, and you know it.

Love from,
Hell hath no fury... at least that's what they say.
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Hello world!

My friend and I were joking about how upset girls get because of guys, and it inspired me to find some great video clips to share with you... Hollywood has a tendency of exploiting girl's craziness... At least we can laugh about it though, after we've had a pint of ice cream and wallowed for a few days.







Love from,
Yeah, it disturbs me a little as well...
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Hello world!!!

It's October, a.k.a. my favorite time of year! It's time to dust off all my horror movies, find some candy corn, take my sister trick-or-treating (she's allergic to nuts, so guess who gets all of the candy she can't have), carve a pumpkin, and scare some punk ass kids (my favorite pastime). Nothing goes better with Halloween than some awesome tunes, because for me, Halloween starts on October 1st. This year my fascination with zombies has taken over, and I remembered loving this mash-up of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" and the Yeah Yeah Yeah's "Head's Will Roll" (Thank you, Glee).

BRING ON THE ZOMBIES, AND BRING ON THE FRIGHT!!!



Love from,
I'm torn between being a Zombie Alice or Daria... I'm thinking Zombie Alice...
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Guac & Creamed Cheese

Acquired Taste

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Hello world...

I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, which isn't always a good thing. I tend to reflect on and/or analyze things too much. It can't be helped sometimes. Recently I've been questioning my own perspective. I doubt myself, I guess, and I've been needing another person's perspective.

I think that sometimes our own perspectives can be skewed. Sometimes we see only what we want to see, and create these illusions in our minds. Sometimes I question my own grasp on reality. That maybe I've convinced myself to believe that some thing's will change, when in reality they never will. That maybe I'm just some naive, foolish, headstrong girl holding on to something that just simply isn't there.

I know that it's better to know, than not to know, but knowing for sure... Sometimes the world disappoints us, and I'm not ready to face that disappointment yet. I'm just not as strong as I used to be.

I'm still lost in my own version of reality.

Love from,
Sometimes dreams are better than reality...
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Extra Spicy Cheese Puffs & Brownie With Creamy Peanut Butter

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Hello world...

Yes, I know... Three posts in one hour is a little much. I can't help myself! I have use of a real computer and now I just want to post anything and everything that pops into my mind. Like yesterday, for instance, I didn't think very much about what I was wearing. I just throw clothes on and call it good, but I couldn't help feeling like the way I was dressed was familiar in some way. Like what I was wearing reminded me of something. At first, I felt like I looked like I was going to a hardcore bikers funeral or something. Then, later on, it clicked in my head... I felt like I was dressed like Sandy... after the Pink Ladies gave her a makeover.

It was a really weird and entertaining thought. *laughs*

I don't know why I felt the need to share this with you. It just made me laugh a little. *sigh* I am such a dork...



Love from,
Tell me about it... Stud... *uncontrolable laughter*
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Dude, I don't get it either...

Love from,
I have some free time today...
B

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Love from,
I don't know why I find these things so entertaining...
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