Hurmph

I wish my roommates would shut up or better yet find a better nightly activity that loud fucking. If I would have known it would be this annoying, I would have padded their room with soundproof material. Or better yet, not have signed a full years lease without knowing what I was getting myself into.Mind you, I love my roommates but this repeated offense of disrespect [i.e. not everyone wants to hear these loud instances of lust and attraction] gets very annoying and quite frankly, I could live without it during the night.It's not that I haven't told them about my misgivings, I have, they just don't care and that is the worst offense of all. The fact that being able to listen to them disturbs me and that they don't care. So, until then.... I go on a roommate strike. Its what I usually do when my roommates piss me off. Maybe, I should learn to live by myself. After I get a car, so that way I will be able to get daily slice of personal interaction. Living at home will never be an option for me.

In other news, I'm gaining weight and I don't want to.

-I really need to find reasons to be happy.-

Boredom- defined

[on the back: sometimes it feels like i'm being punished]
*post secret

I'm at work at the moment.

Yep, as a snack bar worker and guess what? I am oh so very bored.

So bored in fact that I am trying to find a way to get out of work. There are no customers trying to eat or swim in the pool that we are supposed to be open for. This girl is so bored that if boredom was a olympic sport I'd beat the sweap. The bad part is that as it is the first week of school, I don't have time to be here. :-( It is so fusterating to be doing nothing while I have everything to be doing and at a place where I could get in trouble for doing homework [hmmm.... I wonder how they would feel about me blogging on a computer that is not supposed to have internet]. Like I have been saying to people who ask me what I do all day: being paid to do nothing, is not as exciting as everybody wants you to think [unless you are on the beaches of Belize or St. Thomas].

I know this is me complaining, I know I should be happy that I am getting paid to be doing nothing. Like I said, however, I have more important tasks to be doing especially school work. Erk.

At the moment and I am stuck here, thinking about the things I should be doing. Making lists and what not.

So this is the end of my summer. Yay!

Oh, wait... what do I see in the yonder? crumbs on the floor?~!

let me at them!

In other news....

Shakira's new song 'She Wolf' is AWESOME!

.cooking issue.

I can't cook to save my life.

Well, correction, I don't cook very well and only need a lot of help in order to keep my self from eating uncooked chicken (again!) and bland meatballs or curry (yuck!). In these times, a home cooked meal is important. Not just for the nutritional value but its also cost affective and allows a person to experiment with different techniques. I can say one thing about eating out: The experience can open your palette for different types of food, such as Greek, Indian, Spanish, etc if you let it....
but I digress.

I have researched recipes online, have printed them out and keep them in a small binder. Its not really working because a lot of the recipes are not good; hopefully, the websites I have been visiting are just bad.

Whatever the issue, I just want to be in a position to cook food that is delicious, healthy, and good enough for other people to want to eat. Which is hard because I don't care much for cooking.

(This is weird because my mother is an amazing cook who holds bimonthly parties at the house. All you do as a guest at her house is eat, eat, eat, and eat!)

whine.whine.whine.whine.

I have left out the fact that I can make really good breakfast food and I have no idea why. One can only guess is that I think very highly of breakfast!

What's a girl to do?

Do I have to buy cook books? Find more recipe websites? Subscribe to the Food Network magazine (for reals! yo, the channel has a periodical!)?

Or.....

just cook and cook and cook and cook until I figure out what I am doing?!

I mean, I am new to the whole cooking scene.

-Just pray for me-

Cooking

Hi, my name is Elizabeth and I am a horrible cook.

From follies such as, "oh no, I'm eating raw chicken AGAIN!" to "What's that burning smell?!"

I, however, do not quit at things that I do not know how to do and cooking is something that I need to learn because:

1. It's cheaper
2. I need to cook for my future children and the homemade babyfood I plan on feeding them.
3. I have to prove that I am my mother's daughter, because if anyone knows her- they know she can cook.

and

4. because I hungry!

the tragic end of happiness

I am writing this blog while in tears, like, at this moment I am actively crying. Not because I am miserable but because I am happy.

For the first time in my life, I can say that I am happy.

Really happy.

..... and usually when i am this happy

bad things happen that make everything crumble down.

someone once told me that it seems like I expect bad things to happen.

and Im trying not to.

but instinct tell me to be prepared
even though I dont wanna.

because in the end I want to quit saddness and embrace happiness
and put away the bad stuff.

and live in the good.
because I've had a lot of bad things happen to me and I've done the bad too

but for once, I want it to all be okay.
Im trying very hard to not let the worst control me.

But most dont understand, is the work it takes to keep the bad things from taking over.

to sadness:

Latter Days

I am not one who is big on the concept of "...happily ever after." I see it as one big lie, so naturally I try not to watch movies that try to shove the whole "meet the ones we love and live happily ever after" concept down my throat.

Every once in a while, however, a movie will ignite the childhood hope that one day prince charming will sweep me off my feet.

At this moment, Im watching Latter Days, a gay romance movie written by the same guy who wrote Sweet Home Alabama. Im not going to go into the summary but if you enjoy gay romance, wa-atch this movie.

Quote of life: ".... of equating sex with a handshake."