You're kidding, right?

Holy crap.. could it be? Am I actually posting TWICE within the same week? Wow, I must have turned over a new leaf or something! Or maybe I'm just really bored. We'll go with the new leaf thing, because then it makes it sound like I'm making positive strides in my life, which don't get me wrong, I am, but I am still just really bored.

So I attempted to make jam the other day. I got the recipe out of a "Self" magazine that had Zooey Deschanel on the cover. I love her, and she's extremely attractive. It was my first time ever trying to make jam, but what I didn't realize is how long it would take. Three hours! Can you believe that crap? I eventually got fed up near the end that intead of letting the strawberries fully melt, I just mushed them up with my spoon. Oops. Ah well, it still tastes pretty good. I mean, it smells horrendous, but it doesn't taste too bad! Not like that time I made bread. I still don't know what when wrong.

I got this book out of the library called "Ultimate Bread", because it sounded pretty badass. Ultimate Bread? I mean, that's epic. That's saying that there is absolutely NO BREAD better than this bread. I had to make this ultimate bread, I just had to. So I look through the recipes, and if you know me, you know that I have a weakness for baguette. It's the only good thing to come out of France. French people, please ignore the blatant American racism. Thank you. So I attempted to make it, and I followed the directions perfectly, or so I thought. Well, when it came out, it wound up having an almost rock hard crust. Coincidentally, it also looked like a rock. It also tasted like matza. I have no idea how it could taste like matza, because I didn't forget to put in the yeast like those wandering Jewish folks in the desert. It was a sad day. My dreams were crushed. I've never been quite the same.

Still, the jam was pretty good.

I need to go to the store and buy some clothes, but I am so picky when it comes to buying things. I'm like Ebenezer Scrooge with my money, because I hate spending it so much. Seriously, when it costs $50 dollars for a shirt, you are thinking, okay, I just worked a full day to buy this shirt. It's bull crap! That's why I hate buying clothes, and hence why I don't have a huge selection of clothes in my closet. It's not like I don't have the money to buy it.. I just really really don't want to spend it. It's terrible, but I suppose I have to get over it. I'm about to head out to the mall, so we'll see how I do.

Alright you cool cats, thanks for reading. Peace!

It's been a while..

I know, I keep making promises to update this thing frequently, but I'm obviously a big liar. Not big as in fat, but big as in I tell lies of large proportion. Well, fat too. Anyway, I'm not going to promise anymore that I am going to update this, I'm just going to do whenever I feel. I thought it would be a cool little project to keep updated during the school year, but then I just got too lazy. Plus, I didn't really have much to say.

But now I do.

Summer has been fun. It's coming to a close now, but I've done quite a bit. I'm not going to go through it all, but I made a lot of money, saw Paul McCartney in concert again, visited Texas, Williamsburg, and Ocean City, waged war with foam weapons, and played a few fun shows. School is sneaking up on me. In about two weeks I'll be back in my cozy little dorm in New York City, not cleaning it, and pulling all nighters to finish my school work. Ah, that'll be the day. I am really excited to go back. Not that I don't like it here, because I do, I just miss the freedom that New York City provides. I can essentially go out and do whatever I want, whenever I want. It's like a huge playground, and I'm like a little kid. Except I have facial hair. And I hate kids.

Well, I'm going to go back and listen to the new CD I just bought, The Hares Corner by Colm Mac Con Iomaire, which is quite good. It's original instrumental Irish violin music. I didn't expect to really be into instrumental music all that much, but hey, it's great. Check it out. Hopefully I'll be back again, and more frequently this time, but no promises.

Now to go work on monologues. Oh joy.