This Made My Day

As I'm sitting at a gas station with my door slightly cracked talking to Tyler on the phone, two guys get into the pick up truck beside me.


Me: Blah blah blah, Tyler. Ha ha ha!

Guy 1: Hey look at that girl.

Guy 2: Yeah.

Guy 1: She's pretty as hell!

Guy 2: And not married...She's probably like 17, though.

As I leave the car: I'm 20, and I have a boyfriend.

Guy 1&2: .... ... ...

Me on the inside: HAHAHAHA!


Today I made two rednecks blush. I totally win.

College Cuisine: Bacon Grease is King (or) How To Use One Pan

First, fry some bacon in a medium sized pan. Once fried, fork out bacon, but leave grease behind

Next, put a large helping of kale in pan. Salt lightly. Watch the kale until it is wilted. Dip it out onto a plate, removing all bits from the pan.

Lastly, crack several eggs and scramble them in the same pan.

Oh my gosh, it is SO tasty.

Clubhouse Makes The Heart Grow Fonder!

I have my own apartment. It is an apartment made for collegiate children recently divested of their homes. So, it has one large living/bed room, one bathroom, and a kind of hallway that is also a kitchen. The dreaded studio apartment. What's worse, my carpet looks like this*:

Is it grey? Is it blue? I don't know! But there is a far more straight forward question I can answer. Is that a yellow Curious George alarm clock in my nightstand? Yes. Yes, it is.

So, I have striven in vain to make it a stylish apartment. I have fruitlessly tried to make it look color coordinated! It's mostly a mash up of furniture and decor. I've found on sale with a bookshelf and my junk. This might make some bitter. The sad lack of funds to really live up your small apartment...

But (aha!) not I! It's a third story apartment referred to as King's Towers. This fact inspired me to view my living space not as an apartment...but as a club house! And it may make a rather uninspired first one, it is a freaking awesome latter! Heck yes! The little rascals got nothin' on me.

*Those are my pants in my floor that I, pathetically, am too lazy to get out of my chair and move. Not denim fungus in its progressive stage.

So, Robin McKinley...

So, readers, you probably know that I have an extreme love affair with Robin McKinley's books. All of which are amazing and feuding with each other as to which is my favorite. I mean, they're mostly* heroine centered books with fantasy elements and a fluency in writing that very few writers can achieve.

My love of her books has led to a love of her, and a habitual reading of her blog and tweets. Yes. You read that right. Robin McKinley has a Twitter account. Twitter excerpt and direct R. McKinley quote:

"4tunately hellhounds r CUTE. Like apples off yr tree & sweetcorn out of yr garden r transcendently delicious. But OK, I want perfection. So?"

Forgive me, but she is SO old lady it is adorable and hilarious.

And uh, she apparently has a large amount of converse shoes if you pay attention to her blog pictures .

This lady is constantly walking her "Hellhounds" and wears Converse?! How do you do that? REALLY?! I stopped wearing Converse when I had to start trekking a mile to class (When I deign to brighten the classes with my shining presence). Walking in shoes sans arch and squishy soles HURTS. Especially when you're flat footed like I am. Though, I pretend like it gives me super swimming abilities because I'm "flat footed as a duck".


Erm, I'm going to bed now after a completely random excursion onto the blog in the middle of my sleeping. If this doesn't make sense, well then, it goes well with all the other posts.

*Though, God Forbid, that I'm labeling her. Because I'm not. She seems to exude great hatred for those who do so. (But I kinda am.... Ah well.)