Okay, so i have become just a little bit obsessed with a bookstore that is over 1,000 miles away from me. It's called Shakespeare and Co. and it resides in Paris. How pathetic is that? I kept seeing it pop up in various spots that shall remain nameless, so i thought it could do no harm to google it. I WAS WRONG. It's literally made me a better person, i kid you not. I have begun exercising (don't get to excited, it's just five sit ups a day), i have tried drinking less soda (it isn't working..), and i've begun to read The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Kidd instead of the dirty romances i usually bury myself in (but i'm reading Notorious Pleasures on the side; i'll never quit cold turkey!), and i've been trying to teach myself ballet. Do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is to teach yourself a prestigious art based on grace and elegance?? VERY FREAKIN' HARD. How does all this renovating of the soul go back to a little French bookstore? because, damn it, i'm going to have to shape up in order to go there. I don't want the owners looking at me, thinking, "I bet she reads dirty books and drinks Dr. Pepper like water. I just know it". Can't you imagine that, too??? Oh, i would be so embarrassed, i would leave the bookstore a bundle of shame, my tears blurring my vision so i would probably trip on the curb like an idiot. *shudder* no, Sir, i think not. And since you were oh-so kind enough to listen to my determined little speech about nothing of importance to anyone but i and my fellow little book nerdlings, i even treated you with a picture from the one and only Shakespeare and Co. bookstore (by the way, you would think the name Shakespeare would be copyrighted.....), that i just realized you have probably been looking at all along, and now i feel fail *feels fail*....ANYWAY, i hope you have lovely sunday, and may you all be able to visit that darling bookstore located in the city that is Paris!
That's all there is to it. A few days ago i had no school, so i thought I'd bring out my dad's old modeling clay. There are a lot of memories to that modeling clay, which is basically a GIANT blob of gray, perfect clay, marbled through with streaks of color that hasn't completely conformed to the gray yet. That ball of clay is literally older than me, and i treat it with up most care when i bring it down. One of my dad's greatest accomplishments (besides me of course!) is this big, intricate Chinese dragon he sculpted one day out of a chuck of that clay, so a few days ago i thought it would be a great idea to make a dragon too, only this time have it look more along the lines of a European dragon, if that helps at all as far as painting-the-mental-picture goes. So, there i was, sitting on the floor, the clay all spread out on the coffee table, since we have no other table (yes, call us hippies.), ALL AFTERNOON almost, working reealllyy (imagine me saying that in a British accent, so it sounds more like "rally") hard, when finally it was done. I should have taken a picture in all honesty, because now i want to remember that (and i might be a touch embarrassed about what happens next) beautiful dragon. Anywho, I called my dad in, all excited because i thought "hey, dad's valentine's day present is done!". But then he says them. The words that made me literally see red:
"Oh, you made me a dog!"
Now, i ask you: Does a dog have wings? No. Does a dog have scales? No. Does it breathe fire? No. And since my creation had all of those attributes, one would think "gee, maybe i should LOOK AT IT CLOSER." So, i had a little fit and smashed the dragon to smithereens like Godzilla did to that poor city of Tokyo. Ok, maybe not that dramatically, and no one really DIED (except for the dragon. The dragon died.), so, bad simile there, but ah well. If i where to change the simile now i would have to erase whatever i just typed about it, including this very sentence, and let's face it: There were some really good, witty gems in there.
Happy Valentine's Day!!!,
i love snow ice cream! i don't know about you, but i live for ice cream made out of snow!! There's just something about bundling up in a sweater, sweatpants, boots, socks, more socks, mittens, a hat, a scarf, another scarf, another scarf....just to go ten feet, with your spoon and bowl, and harvest some white snowflake-y goodness. By and by.....(HOLY CRAP I JUST ACCIDENTALLY SWALLOWED MY MINT WHOLE.)....anyways, in case for some odd reason you have no idea how to make snow ice cream, please save yourself the ultimate dissapointment of Googling it because you will find nothing but failure out there (turns out other people don't know how to make it, but think they can..) so here you may find the good, whole, amazig recipe for awesome snow ice cream! (and really, it's short...and not that exact...but still.)
basically, stir the cream in to the snow until you have the desired consistency, then add the vanilla (be careful on this because you dont need a lot and too much can ruin it!), and the sugar to taste. Really this recipe is fool-proof once you get past the vanilla part, and a secret of mine it to swap out the whipping cream for a bit of chocolate milk for chocolate snow cream ;D I love making this crap, and even though by the time winter ends im so sick of snow ice cream i can't even think about it for two whole months, by the time winter rolls around again i'm like "BRING. IT. ON."
and by "nervana" i of course mean The Weekend. Especially this, a three-day weekend. and for you poor souls who only had a normie, two-day weekend, i reach out with my deepest sympathy: MMWAHAHAHA!! Anyway, i wanted to blither on a little about some of the awesome things that can befall you on the most horrid of Mondays, because let's face it, we all need a little aid in getting through Monday. Monday night always seems great to me, but in the mornings i feel like i'm lacking a few liters of blood, my hair is frizzy and matted, and my eye-bags have bags. And even though nothing really CHANGES, it's better because of one thing: YOU SURVIVED ANOTHER MONDAY!! And whenever one of these little things float to you, it's like a little boost to get you through:
Finding a free pencil or pen on the ground!
Getting to listen to your favorite song on the bus.
Typing your username and password at the speed of light.
Changing the channel on the TV during the commercials and changing it back just as the show's getting back.
Looking at how much dirt came off something you just cleaned.
Rubbing someone's shaved head.
Sneezing and a stranger randomly says Bless You.
Fully justifying whatever junky thing you're eating.
Walking into class and seeing a sub.
Finally peeing after holding it in forever.
Wearing what you just bought.
When you get charged an even amount (none of that $19.99 crap)
Screaming at characters in movies to do things (NOW KISS HER, YOU NITWIT!)
And most of all....Your lunch friend having extra food so they give it to you. Ah, yes, baby. There are a lot of little amazing things that can happen, even on Mondays! so live it up, and EAT THAT EXTRA FOOD!!!