Don't you hate it when you put stuff where you know you'll remember their location, then somebody goes and moves things around because they think it's messy?
I'm thinking of this because I always keep my iPod charger on the computer desk, and, now, suddenly it's not here. I have only one explanation: Mother!
And it's only my charger that's missing; all of the rest of the clutter is still piled on the desk. Oh, sometimes, I just want to move all her stuff around, and see how she likes it.
Then again, since I am getting to that age where I'm starting to lose my mind (18 is the DoomsMind Age in this family; sometimes the disease strikes even earlier), maybe I took it somewhere for some stupid reason that no one could ever make sense of, and just forgot where I put it. But I could've (it just told me "could've" was not a word. Bite me, Spell Check) sworn that I had left it where I always leave it, which is on the computer desk.
I'm pretty sure the DoomsMind Disease has already settled in. I can't even remember what we had for lunch yesterday.
In case you guys can't tell, I'm in one of those so-tired-and-worn-out-that-you're-super-hyper moods. Well, I guess it's not really a mood, but whatever. Either way, I'm like that right now, and I think I carpel-tunnel from trying to finish my Kingdom Hearts poster/drawing-thing for Art class tomorrow, so I can turn it in for sketchbook. I'm almost done, but the shading is killing me.
Okay, I'm going to go back to it, now. Maybe I can get majority of it done tonight, then finish the rest tomorrow morning.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Alice In Wonderland: Dark Shadow...
Itching to hang with my buddy for a little while, I went over to her house yesterday to hang out. We were messing around, trying on clothes. Now, first, I should mention, my buddy (Kayla) is an amazing seamstress. She is absolutely phenomenal at making Lolita dresses:
This is an example of a Lolita. Pretty hot stuff, if you ask me. So fun to wear.
Anyway, she had made a couple, and, for the longest time, she has always wanted to do a photo shoot with Alice In Wonderland, not only with a regular Alice, but a Dark Alice, as well. So, since I hadn't had any camera fun in awhile, we decided to do the shoot that day. Let's just say it was a blast (aside from pesky mosquitoes, itchy plants, and heat of the afternoon sun). Kayla is going to edit them, but she's going to put all the of them on Facebook, unedited, so I can play with them, too. And when she does that, I'll go ahead and post some on here for you guys. They were pretty entertaining.
So, that's all I really wanted to share for the moment... Other than I'm feeling like crap, I don't know why. My body is achy, and my head hurts constantly, and I'm so exhausted. But other than that, that's all I've got to say.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
This is an example of a Lolita. Pretty hot stuff, if you ask me. So fun to wear.
Anyway, she had made a couple, and, for the longest time, she has always wanted to do a photo shoot with Alice In Wonderland, not only with a regular Alice, but a Dark Alice, as well. So, since I hadn't had any camera fun in awhile, we decided to do the shoot that day. Let's just say it was a blast (aside from pesky mosquitoes, itchy plants, and heat of the afternoon sun). Kayla is going to edit them, but she's going to put all the of them on Facebook, unedited, so I can play with them, too. And when she does that, I'll go ahead and post some on here for you guys. They were pretty entertaining.
So, that's all I really wanted to share for the moment... Other than I'm feeling like crap, I don't know why. My body is achy, and my head hurts constantly, and I'm so exhausted. But other than that, that's all I've got to say.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
500
Just wanted to say thanks to everyone. I'm at 500 views, now. I appreciate you guys sticking with me.
Toodle-loo,
Max
Toodle-loo,
Max
Riddled Like Swiss Cheese. . .
A few of you that I go to school with may have heard me say this more than once today. To those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, let me explain.
You see, this morning, I got up and felt great. The sunrise was beautiful, and it was going to be a good day. . .up until around 7:25 or so, in the morning. It was then, I overheard a conversation, in which, its contents, I wished I had known earlier: My friend Logan is moving away. Tomorrow. Back to where he had come from in the first place. And the school year just started, so I've gotten to talk to him, maybe once or twice since school began.
This is where the Swiss cheese comes in. You see, I'm starting to feel like I'm the Swiss cheese; I'm becoming riddled with holes. Why? Because. . . I keep losing people. . . First, Grace and Rose. Next, Zach (twice, might I add). Then, my brother. And now, Logan? I mean, come on, gimme a break! By the end of the year, there won't be any of me left to leave holes in!
Somehow, I should've seen this coming; I can never start off a day thinking it'll be great, and have nothing ruin it for me. I sort of thought of that this morning, listening to the radio. We were set to the Christian station, and it was saying about how hardships aren't cruelty or punishment from God; they're ways to make us trust more in Him. But, I gotta say, this sure feels like cruelty, God. But, I guess I just gotta trust You. Seriously, though, this really sucks. Just saying.
Still want to cry. Told the boy he better text me when he leaves, and I want letters from him eventually (I like letters.) -Sigh- My heart hurts. This sucks.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
You see, this morning, I got up and felt great. The sunrise was beautiful, and it was going to be a good day. . .up until around 7:25 or so, in the morning. It was then, I overheard a conversation, in which, its contents, I wished I had known earlier: My friend Logan is moving away. Tomorrow. Back to where he had come from in the first place. And the school year just started, so I've gotten to talk to him, maybe once or twice since school began.
This is where the Swiss cheese comes in. You see, I'm starting to feel like I'm the Swiss cheese; I'm becoming riddled with holes. Why? Because. . . I keep losing people. . . First, Grace and Rose. Next, Zach (twice, might I add). Then, my brother. And now, Logan? I mean, come on, gimme a break! By the end of the year, there won't be any of me left to leave holes in!
Somehow, I should've seen this coming; I can never start off a day thinking it'll be great, and have nothing ruin it for me. I sort of thought of that this morning, listening to the radio. We were set to the Christian station, and it was saying about how hardships aren't cruelty or punishment from God; they're ways to make us trust more in Him. But, I gotta say, this sure feels like cruelty, God. But, I guess I just gotta trust You. Seriously, though, this really sucks. Just saying.
Still want to cry. Told the boy he better text me when he leaves, and I want letters from him eventually (I like letters.) -Sigh- My heart hurts. This sucks.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
The Uninspiring, and Tomboy-ish
That's about how things are going for the moment: Everything is uninspiring. I get no inspiration to write, none to draw, none to study for my upcoming ACT test (which is on the 10th of September, coming right up), no inspiration to study for my driver's test (coming up as soon as I turn 18, on the 24th of September). -Sigh-.
Although I haven't been getting anywhere in the things that are pretty important at the moment, I did, however, treat myself to a little bit of old-movie-watching, I.E., I watched Tarzan. Not the real movie, but the good old cartoon version. I didn't realize that, even though that movie wasn't one of my favourites as a child, it has gone nearly to the top of my list of favourite childhood movies.
Back before I had boobs, and could still be mistaken as an ugly, long-haired boy, I would run around in the raggediest shorts I could find, with my little toy bow and arrow set, get super dirty outside in the dirt, and pretend I was the child-version of Tarzan; my swing-set was my jungle, where I could slide along the tree limbs (I.E., the frame of the swing-set, usually biffing it and hurting myself). Although, I have to admit, I could shimmy up and down those poles like nobody's business. I would stay perched at the top, my bow slung over my shoulder, my one, suction-cup-tipped arrow stuck through a belt loop, and wait for some innocent sibling or parent to walk beneath, whereupon I would swoop down, yelling like a banshee (or rather, like Tarzan) and scare the bejeebers out of said family member. I gotta tell you, not much tops being Tarzan. That was probably the best RP game I played as a child. And it was okay that no siblings would play with me, because, after all, I was an ape, for all I knew (theoretically, of course.) Guess who had to play the poor apes? Mostly, the cats. Although, they soon became too prissy to play with me as they grew older.
And it's all fun and games until Tarzan grows a pair of breasts. That game ended when the bras were introduced. However, it did not stop me in playing male characters, especially when my brother and I began a new RP game: It was totally based of the video game Legend of Legaia. Coolest game ever. Only, this time, I had to wear a shirt, thanks to said-bra mentioned above.
I hope you don't find these tales too offensive. After all, I was just a little kid, and preferred playing with my brother, using swords made out of golf clubs without ends, to hack at Dad's trees as a practice of swordplay; this was as a opposed to Barbie dolls and girly things that my sister --the oldest and farthest from my age; something for you to factor in your equation of the question of my sanity at the time of my childhood-- enjoyed playing with. I was a tomboy, and still am, at heart. I prefer the tough, BA heroines in books, as opposed to the girly, popular, types.
Popularity was something that I stopped hoping to gain after 7th grade. Nobody likes a snob, and I preferred to take other Nobodies under my small, disfigured wing, and together, we would be the coolest Nobodies anybody had never seen. Heh, small attempt at a joke. But seriously, even now, I'm perfectly and honestly happy to be a Nobody; because to the other Nobodies around, you're a Somebody, Somebody to look up to, because you actually give a crap about them, since you know what being hated on feels like. And boy, do I know what it feels like! In short, it sucks. In long, it's one of the most hellish, painful, hateful streaks of Hell one could go through on Earth. People are so mean, it's hard to imagine how they can stand their own company for more than 10 seconds.
Alright, now that I went down that pleasant little bunny trail, I bid thee all goodnight. I need more sleep, especially after a long weekend of working.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Although I haven't been getting anywhere in the things that are pretty important at the moment, I did, however, treat myself to a little bit of old-movie-watching, I.E., I watched Tarzan. Not the real movie, but the good old cartoon version. I didn't realize that, even though that movie wasn't one of my favourites as a child, it has gone nearly to the top of my list of favourite childhood movies.
Back before I had boobs, and could still be mistaken as an ugly, long-haired boy, I would run around in the raggediest shorts I could find, with my little toy bow and arrow set, get super dirty outside in the dirt, and pretend I was the child-version of Tarzan; my swing-set was my jungle, where I could slide along the tree limbs (I.E., the frame of the swing-set, usually biffing it and hurting myself). Although, I have to admit, I could shimmy up and down those poles like nobody's business. I would stay perched at the top, my bow slung over my shoulder, my one, suction-cup-tipped arrow stuck through a belt loop, and wait for some innocent sibling or parent to walk beneath, whereupon I would swoop down, yelling like a banshee (or rather, like Tarzan) and scare the bejeebers out of said family member. I gotta tell you, not much tops being Tarzan. That was probably the best RP game I played as a child. And it was okay that no siblings would play with me, because, after all, I was an ape, for all I knew (theoretically, of course.) Guess who had to play the poor apes? Mostly, the cats. Although, they soon became too prissy to play with me as they grew older.
And it's all fun and games until Tarzan grows a pair of breasts. That game ended when the bras were introduced. However, it did not stop me in playing male characters, especially when my brother and I began a new RP game: It was totally based of the video game Legend of Legaia. Coolest game ever. Only, this time, I had to wear a shirt, thanks to said-bra mentioned above.
I hope you don't find these tales too offensive. After all, I was just a little kid, and preferred playing with my brother, using swords made out of golf clubs without ends, to hack at Dad's trees as a practice of swordplay; this was as a opposed to Barbie dolls and girly things that my sister --the oldest and farthest from my age; something for you to factor in your equation of the question of my sanity at the time of my childhood-- enjoyed playing with. I was a tomboy, and still am, at heart. I prefer the tough, BA heroines in books, as opposed to the girly, popular, types.
Popularity was something that I stopped hoping to gain after 7th grade. Nobody likes a snob, and I preferred to take other Nobodies under my small, disfigured wing, and together, we would be the coolest Nobodies anybody had never seen. Heh, small attempt at a joke. But seriously, even now, I'm perfectly and honestly happy to be a Nobody; because to the other Nobodies around, you're a Somebody, Somebody to look up to, because you actually give a crap about them, since you know what being hated on feels like. And boy, do I know what it feels like! In short, it sucks. In long, it's one of the most hellish, painful, hateful streaks of Hell one could go through on Earth. People are so mean, it's hard to imagine how they can stand their own company for more than 10 seconds.
Alright, now that I went down that pleasant little bunny trail, I bid thee all goodnight. I need more sleep, especially after a long weekend of working.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
The Last-First Day...
So, today was the first day of my last year in high school. I feel old, guys. My friend's birthday was today, and she is just turning 17. I'll be 18 in September. That makes me feel even older.
There's too many kids, now. Too much has changed from last year; the schedules are ran differently, we get out of classes at weird, stupid times, like 9:28, or 3:21. I mean, who does that, honestly?
Also, lunch is shorter. And, apparently the school does not understand that eating too fast is not healthy. They cut off, like, 7 or 8 minutes from lunch period. That is 7 or 8 minutes less for us to digest our food, and get the energy we need to survive the next class period.
And, as my friend said earlier, we're even being treated different. And unless you're an anti-social (most of whom, tend to pay a lot more attention to small details, since no one is paying attention to them), you wouldn't notice. The teachers are acting differently. Not so much like the teachers we've known in the past, the cool ones. But I think it's because of the changes that are being enforced. Our teachers aren't used to it, and it's putting some extra strain on them.
I have to say, I don't like walking all the way to the end of the hallway to get to my locker. And our benches suck. The Junior ones are better. -sigh- Is it bad that I don't feel like growing up, yet? You know, has it ever occurred to the world that some of us don't feel like learning how to do taxes just yet, or how to balance checkbooks, or get jobs, or go to college? Does it ever occur to the world that the reason it's so screwy is because we give up our childhood outlook on life so fast? Seriously, if we all saw the world from a child's point of view, everything would be easy. The worse thing that could happen is a butterfly dies, or a fuzzy Caterpillar gets eaten by a frog. Or somebody stole your Sharpies.
Okay, now I'm starting to ramble, sorry guys. I'm tired, and I miss my brother like crazy, and I don't want to go to school tomorrow. But alas, it must be done.
I should get some sleep. I'm gonna need it. Goodnight, my friends.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
There's too many kids, now. Too much has changed from last year; the schedules are ran differently, we get out of classes at weird, stupid times, like 9:28, or 3:21. I mean, who does that, honestly?
Also, lunch is shorter. And, apparently the school does not understand that eating too fast is not healthy. They cut off, like, 7 or 8 minutes from lunch period. That is 7 or 8 minutes less for us to digest our food, and get the energy we need to survive the next class period.
And, as my friend said earlier, we're even being treated different. And unless you're an anti-social (most of whom, tend to pay a lot more attention to small details, since no one is paying attention to them), you wouldn't notice. The teachers are acting differently. Not so much like the teachers we've known in the past, the cool ones. But I think it's because of the changes that are being enforced. Our teachers aren't used to it, and it's putting some extra strain on them.
I have to say, I don't like walking all the way to the end of the hallway to get to my locker. And our benches suck. The Junior ones are better. -sigh- Is it bad that I don't feel like growing up, yet? You know, has it ever occurred to the world that some of us don't feel like learning how to do taxes just yet, or how to balance checkbooks, or get jobs, or go to college? Does it ever occur to the world that the reason it's so screwy is because we give up our childhood outlook on life so fast? Seriously, if we all saw the world from a child's point of view, everything would be easy. The worse thing that could happen is a butterfly dies, or a fuzzy Caterpillar gets eaten by a frog. Or somebody stole your Sharpies.
Okay, now I'm starting to ramble, sorry guys. I'm tired, and I miss my brother like crazy, and I don't want to go to school tomorrow. But alas, it must be done.
I should get some sleep. I'm gonna need it. Goodnight, my friends.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Why Do I Have to Say Goodbye Now?...
So, I'm crying again, guys. My brother is leaving tomorrow, for Maine. He'll be gone for four years. He may come back for my graduation, but I'm not sure.
I don't want to say goodbye. . . Who's going to put me in a headlock when I try to give him a hug? Who's going to make me tickle his back while I watch him play video games? Who's going to pretend he doesn't like it when I kiss his cheek? Who's going to pop my back unexpectedly when I hug him? It's true, what they say: You don't know what you've got until it's gone.
I can't write any more. . . So I'll just post this, and leave it at that.
I don't want to say goodbye. . . Who's going to put me in a headlock when I try to give him a hug? Who's going to make me tickle his back while I watch him play video games? Who's going to pretend he doesn't like it when I kiss his cheek? Who's going to pop my back unexpectedly when I hug him? It's true, what they say: You don't know what you've got until it's gone.
I can't write any more. . . So I'll just post this, and leave it at that.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Treating Myself...
My mom and I went to town yesterday, and I got some things for me:
Not Pictured: Mascara, and Nutrogena Acne Face Wash, because I don't think you'd really care about those, ha.
Okay, the candy is self-explanatory. The binoculars were a gift from the bank for opening an account there. The nail polish is amazing, because it is yellow, and I love yellow. That lotion, is the most amazing lotion on this planet. See, I don't like lotion that makes your skin feel oily and stuff, and this kind just leaves it feeling soft. It's also unscented, which I rather like. Thank you to my Spanish teacher for always having this lotion in her classroom. It was a life-saver during the winter.
Now, the book is one that I have been wanting for a very long time, ever since I found it in my school's library. But see, I accidentally spilled coffee on the library's copy, so I was going to get another one off of Amazon, a hardcover, to replace the one I had sort of mutilated. (Also, I want the one in the library, because it is older, and has the most peculiar, but fantastic smell to it, and I absolutely love it. So, I was planning on offering a trade: The nice hardcover, for the coffee-stained paperback.) Unfortunately, as you can see, the book that was sent to me is not a hardcover. It is also not the right copy. The copy you see is actually the Advance Reading Copy: Uncorrected Proofs For Limited Distribution. Meaning, there's mistakes in it, and things added, that aren't in the final copy. I know this because I have read the one in the library so many times, that I can remember what sentences are originally in it, and which ones aren't. Yes, I know, pathetic. But, anyway, my mom ordered another one, and hopefully, it's up to par. It said it's coming with it's original dust jacket, so I'm thinking that means it's actually a hardcover. (In the defense of the people that sent us the first one, it does say "Berkley Hardcover" on it.)
The headphones were just amazing, and they sound amazing, too. And the bag, now all pimped out in pins, including a Gryffindor one, is purely my new backpack for school. So there you have it, my new stuff.
-10 or so hours later-
Just got back from Grand Island. Got some more new stuffs, including that Crackle nail polish stuff (gotta love Hot Topic), and a new sketchbook (thanks, Mom!)
Tanner's mom got me some shoes the other day, which I promptly went home and doodled all over:
Ah, the wonder of Sharpies (just got some new, colored ones, today.) The piano keys on the front are new. I thought they added a nice touch.
Well, I'm going to go do my chores, and probably crash. School shopping (and going to see Harry Potter: The Deathly Hallows, Part 2, for the second time) takes a lot out of you.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Not Pictured: Mascara, and Nutrogena Acne Face Wash, because I don't think you'd really care about those, ha.
Okay, the candy is self-explanatory. The binoculars were a gift from the bank for opening an account there. The nail polish is amazing, because it is yellow, and I love yellow. That lotion, is the most amazing lotion on this planet. See, I don't like lotion that makes your skin feel oily and stuff, and this kind just leaves it feeling soft. It's also unscented, which I rather like. Thank you to my Spanish teacher for always having this lotion in her classroom. It was a life-saver during the winter.
Now, the book is one that I have been wanting for a very long time, ever since I found it in my school's library. But see, I accidentally spilled coffee on the library's copy, so I was going to get another one off of Amazon, a hardcover, to replace the one I had sort of mutilated. (Also, I want the one in the library, because it is older, and has the most peculiar, but fantastic smell to it, and I absolutely love it. So, I was planning on offering a trade: The nice hardcover, for the coffee-stained paperback.) Unfortunately, as you can see, the book that was sent to me is not a hardcover. It is also not the right copy. The copy you see is actually the Advance Reading Copy: Uncorrected Proofs For Limited Distribution. Meaning, there's mistakes in it, and things added, that aren't in the final copy. I know this because I have read the one in the library so many times, that I can remember what sentences are originally in it, and which ones aren't. Yes, I know, pathetic. But, anyway, my mom ordered another one, and hopefully, it's up to par. It said it's coming with it's original dust jacket, so I'm thinking that means it's actually a hardcover. (In the defense of the people that sent us the first one, it does say "Berkley Hardcover" on it.)
The headphones were just amazing, and they sound amazing, too. And the bag, now all pimped out in pins, including a Gryffindor one, is purely my new backpack for school. So there you have it, my new stuff.
-10 or so hours later-
Just got back from Grand Island. Got some more new stuffs, including that Crackle nail polish stuff (gotta love Hot Topic), and a new sketchbook (thanks, Mom!)
Tanner's mom got me some shoes the other day, which I promptly went home and doodled all over:
Ah, the wonder of Sharpies (just got some new, colored ones, today.) The piano keys on the front are new. I thought they added a nice touch.
Well, I'm going to go do my chores, and probably crash. School shopping (and going to see Harry Potter: The Deathly Hallows, Part 2, for the second time) takes a lot out of you.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Cooking Phases, And Being So Tired To The Point That You're Hyper...And Writing Interruptions
I went to a water park, today. With my friend. It was really fun, even though I lost yet another bit of jewelry. Man, first my one of my lightning earrings, then my crazy heart bracelet, and now, my oriental coin necklace/anklet. If I keep losing jewelry, I'm going to have nothing crazy to wear, and freak people out with, when school starts. Blah, gotta start being ore careful. I'm hard on my poor jewelry. Anyway, moving on.
The water park is the whole reason for the bit in the title that reads And Being So Tired To The Point That You're Hyper. Moving on.
So, I've been in this real crazy cooking phase, lately. The other day, I spent four hours preparing bacon cheeseburgers and french fries. The reason it took so long is because all I have is a tiny George Foreman grill that can fit approximately 4 slices of bacon, if I'm lucky, and about two, or three big hamburger patties. Yeah, but anyway, my brother was still in town, and usually, he spends forever there, but I texted him and told him what I made. Let's just say it wasn't long before he came peeling into the driveway (haha..sorry, I felt that needed a laugh after it).
Then, last night, I tried my hand at frying zucchini and pickles slices. Hm, that one didn't go as well, at first. I had my stove up too high, so it made my zucchini fry way too fast, so it didn't look right. Plus, my oil began smoking, and I ended up smoking up the whole house. And when I say that, I'm not kidding: The kitchen, mudroom, dining room, living room, the whole downstairs, basically.
But, in the end, I lowered my heat, peeled off the crappy fried outside on the zucchini, and re-fried them. So, they were "re-fried zucchini". Ha. Get it? Like "re-fried beans" only instead it's. . . Yeah, never mind. But, along with the fried zucchini and fried pickles (which turned out great, by the way, although they will never be as good as Hooters' fried pickles, yum!), I made a little vegetable and pepperoni taco-thing. Let me explain: I took a small, soft taco shell, and put romaine lettuce as the bottom layer. On top of that, I put pepperoni slices, and sprinkled cheese on top of that. Then, I sliced up some romaine tomatoes, and put three slices on each dish, placing them in a nice, little line. Next, I sliced three, small slices of green pepper and placed them on top of the tomatoes. Finally, I added slices of a small cucumber, and slices of banana pepper, which have a nice little nip to them, and on the very top, I added some low-fat miracle whip dressing, and some more cheese. To eat it, you just picked it up and ate it as if it were a hard-shell taco, instead of soft shell. Here, I'll even give you some pictures:
The objects next to it are the fried pickles and zucchini.
So, there's what I cooked up last night. It was actually really tasty.
As for the very last bit in my title, I have been getting quite a few writing interruptions. Meaning, whenever I'm getting ready to write, somebody interrupts me. Like just a little bit ago, for instance. I sat down, all revved up to go, when my dad decides he wants to sleep downstairs. Right next to the computer. But, luckily, when I said sadly "But I was going to stay up and write a bit," he relented, and went upstairs to sleep. Thank goodness for dads who support their daughters' dreams. See, this is why you guys are able to read this. If my dad had slept down here, this might never have been posted.
And, now, I'm off. I have a bad case of the munchies, so I think I'm going to go eat a cucumber, and maybe a spoonful of watermelon.
Toodle-loo.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
(P.S. I'm getting really tired of that stupid "write-what-you-see text, to see if you are human" things that I have to do each time I post crap to Facebook. Their pissing me off, and I can never read the first set! I always have to choose a different one. I'm very much human, unlike you, you stupid computer/Internet Thing! Okay, I'm done. Goodnight.)
The water park is the whole reason for the bit in the title that reads And Being So Tired To The Point That You're Hyper. Moving on.
So, I've been in this real crazy cooking phase, lately. The other day, I spent four hours preparing bacon cheeseburgers and french fries. The reason it took so long is because all I have is a tiny George Foreman grill that can fit approximately 4 slices of bacon, if I'm lucky, and about two, or three big hamburger patties. Yeah, but anyway, my brother was still in town, and usually, he spends forever there, but I texted him and told him what I made. Let's just say it wasn't long before he came peeling into the driveway (haha..sorry, I felt that needed a laugh after it).
Then, last night, I tried my hand at frying zucchini and pickles slices. Hm, that one didn't go as well, at first. I had my stove up too high, so it made my zucchini fry way too fast, so it didn't look right. Plus, my oil began smoking, and I ended up smoking up the whole house. And when I say that, I'm not kidding: The kitchen, mudroom, dining room, living room, the whole downstairs, basically.
But, in the end, I lowered my heat, peeled off the crappy fried outside on the zucchini, and re-fried them. So, they were "re-fried zucchini". Ha. Get it? Like "re-fried beans" only instead it's. . . Yeah, never mind. But, along with the fried zucchini and fried pickles (which turned out great, by the way, although they will never be as good as Hooters' fried pickles, yum!), I made a little vegetable and pepperoni taco-thing. Let me explain: I took a small, soft taco shell, and put romaine lettuce as the bottom layer. On top of that, I put pepperoni slices, and sprinkled cheese on top of that. Then, I sliced up some romaine tomatoes, and put three slices on each dish, placing them in a nice, little line. Next, I sliced three, small slices of green pepper and placed them on top of the tomatoes. Finally, I added slices of a small cucumber, and slices of banana pepper, which have a nice little nip to them, and on the very top, I added some low-fat miracle whip dressing, and some more cheese. To eat it, you just picked it up and ate it as if it were a hard-shell taco, instead of soft shell. Here, I'll even give you some pictures:
The objects next to it are the fried pickles and zucchini.
So, there's what I cooked up last night. It was actually really tasty.
As for the very last bit in my title, I have been getting quite a few writing interruptions. Meaning, whenever I'm getting ready to write, somebody interrupts me. Like just a little bit ago, for instance. I sat down, all revved up to go, when my dad decides he wants to sleep downstairs. Right next to the computer. But, luckily, when I said sadly "But I was going to stay up and write a bit," he relented, and went upstairs to sleep. Thank goodness for dads who support their daughters' dreams. See, this is why you guys are able to read this. If my dad had slept down here, this might never have been posted.
And, now, I'm off. I have a bad case of the munchies, so I think I'm going to go eat a cucumber, and maybe a spoonful of watermelon.
Toodle-loo.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
(P.S. I'm getting really tired of that stupid "write-what-you-see text, to see if you are human" things that I have to do each time I post crap to Facebook. Their pissing me off, and I can never read the first set! I always have to choose a different one. I'm very much human, unlike you, you stupid computer/Internet Thing! Okay, I'm done. Goodnight.)
A Thank You...
So, I don't get many comments on my stuff, and I just noticed that two very kind people just commented on a few of my posts today. And I just wanted to say: THANK YOU!!!
So, yes, this is a big thank you to Carrlos and justmedownhere23. I appreciate every small bit of support!!
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
So, yes, this is a big thank you to Carrlos and justmedownhere23. I appreciate every small bit of support!!
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
400 Views!!
Hey, guys. So I just found I have made it to the 400-view mark!!! I just wanted to say thank you to all of you!
(Btw, I'm trying to hurry and post another Erebus bit, but I just started a new job, so I'm trying to pay attention to that. But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it)
(Btw, I'm trying to hurry and post another Erebus bit, but I just started a new job, so I'm trying to pay attention to that. But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it)
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