pie

i, the one who doesn't cook nearly at all, made a pie! (btw, when i say pie i drawl and extend it out. piiie sounds gooood. lol) allie (some of you kno) spent the night sometime last week before heading back up to berkeley. so we went to her step grandma's house where we learned to make pumpkin pie, and, more importantly, whip cream! twas awesome. we each made one. basically from scratch, well the crust anyway. we used canned filling cause they say it's so much easier. but we added stuff to it so it's not like we just poured it in or anything. btw, i normally don't much like pumpkin pie. but it's true. wat you make yourself does taste better. :) anyway, below are some pictures.

     

first: allie making the dough. second: finished pie crusts (mine's on the right). third: allie mixing up the pie custard. fourth: finished! (mine's on left). notice the little black bit on the crust of mine? i got a little over zealous when pouring in the filling. :) yum!

thoughtledge

how do you kno when enough is enough? (aw... emo music makes me think. sad thoughts tho. damn emo kids.) how do you kno when you're fooling yourself really well? cause, damn, if you kno you're fooling yourself then obviously you're not really fooling yourself. i think maybe if you say aloud where the line is, then when it's crossed, it's easier to get up and go. if you don't consciously establish where the line is then you stay on and on, waiting for the tipping point. which is rather silly cause really, you ought to set the tipping point yourself. not wait for outside forces to really push you over the edge.

'while you were sleeping i stared into the darkness and wondered how i ended up with you so close to me' / 'resting in your arms is the only thing that comforts and shields me from this night' 'so please, please stay and show me what it's like to be in love' / 'i'd do anything at all just to catch you smile again'

'you're the only thing that i can...'

r.i.p. rip

reepal is basically dead to me. harsh words!, you say. but no. it's true. tekken dr has arrived. it is being installed right now at... er... somewhere. he's there. appt tho it won't be fully installed until maybe romrow. at which time he'll really disappear for good. as of now he's still calling to let me kno he's alive and well. so sad! is this wat it's come to? you leaving me for a machine? ::sniff:: i'm heartbroken.

but in more uplifting news. romrow night the girls and i are supposed to meet up finally. all five of us. yay!

first jobs

George Michael was sacked from his Saturday job at British Home Stores for not wearing a shirt and tie in the stockroom.  

Madonna was fired from New York fast-food restaurant Dunkin' Donuts for squirting jam at a customer.  

Mickey Rourke lost his job as a cinema usher after getting into a brawl with a colleague.  

Boy George was sacked from his job as a shelf-stacker at Tesco for wearing the store's carrier bags. Tesco deemed his appearance 'disturbing.'  

Roseanne Barr got fired from her job as a salad lady at Chuckarama in Salt Lake City for refusing to enter the walk-in freezer after a painful visit to the dentist.  

Eric Sykes lost his job at a cotton mill for singing Bing Crosby's 'In the Blue of the Night' with an empty bucket on his head.  

Dusty Springfield was fired from his sales job at Bentalls for making a mess of a demonstration and fusing the store's entire lighting system.  

Peter Finch was sacked as copyboy on the Sun, Sydney's leading newspaper of the 1930s, for emptying a jug of water over the editor's head.  

Sidney Poitier was fired from his job parking cars because he couldn't drive. He got first gear mixed up with reverse and crashed into another car. 

ikea

went to ikea the other week to kill some time. had a lot of fun actually, esp wit the stuff in the home decorations dept.

     

1. ceiling hangings  2. wat a large telephone you have!  3. racist reepal's creation  4. ack!

promises

a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless [i'll ask him later if i can reveal his identiy]) has appt found himself a girlfried and how fast they are moving! they've only known each other for a few short weeks but already he's gotten her a promise ring, to be presented sooner rather than later i'm thinking. btw, i saw the ring and was impressed. boy has pretty good taste! it's very simple and it's quite classic. i'm sure she'll love it.

so this has got me thinking about time tables again and just how wildly different they can be. this guy, known this girl just a few weeks, getting promise rings. jon wit his girl of less than a year already moved in together and have seriously considered eloping. chang and her guy, together for six months and he wants her to move in (she had her reservations [good girl!]). angel and her guy, together for well, i dunno actually, i think maybe three years? getting fingers sized and looking at rings. then of course, there's ting's sis lavonne (sp?) wit her guy for 9 years and getting married later on this month. so reep and me. 6 years. no real talks of marriage or moving in. which, i think, for the both of us, is just fine. right where we want to be. and yet wit all these people who've been together much shorter than us and yet who are so serious. well, i can't help feeling the pressure. which is silly. cause i don't want to marry or move in or get promise rings. and that's totally cool, cause to each his own. ..right?

'some people go around the world for love' 'i make steady for love' / 'we can rumble and cuss, we can fight, we can fuss; but no i'm never giving up' 'it's nothing i won't do' 'nothing i won't go through' 'only you make me do for love what i would not do' 'i can't believe the things i do for you'

 

:edit on 1.8.06: twas james that gave his girl that promise ring. she accepted. of course. lucky kids. :)