unless they offer meatless options but I'm gonna go with no
Okay. Rapidly, I am coming to a very important and life-changing decision:
I am going to cut chicken, beef, turkey, and pork from my diet. (I don't eat any other meats, besides fish, if you count that ((and i know most people do i'm just covering my bases here)) )
Completely. Forever (probably.).
Look, I just can't eat those things anymore. They make me sick. Sick for hours--days. My belly will hurt so much, I won't get out of bed for days. I had a croissant dog from Sonic the other day and I felt the damn thing as it traveled through my entire digestive system. It felt like fire.
You think I'm kidding. The entire path.
It always feels like fire, when the pain comes. It feels as if I swallowed a match and it stayed lit the entire time inside of me because it was HELL-FIRE I SWALLOWED HELL-FIRE.
I can still eat fish, however, so I will (and I just can't give that up..maybe one day in the far future, but not now.). But as for the heavy stuff, well. Bye. You won't be missed. I never really cared for chicken anyway. (yeah, i'm still a monster so...)
I'll miss boneless ribs, though. And burgers (my brother can make a mean hamburger patty mmhmm omg). And sausage. Oh boudin. Ohhhhh roast beef sandwiches, I knew ye well. I was picky about my bacon, though.
I'm not really gonna call myself a vegetarian (primarily because of the fish thing), but that doesn't mean I'm putting them down, so don't get upset at me please.
Oh and well I guess I'm not really all that altruistic because I'm not really...doing this for the animals... I mean, I love them. I do. But I... well, maybe. Maybe??? In any case, it's not the primary reason for my change. That's a complicated subject and I will keep my opinions about it to myself.
Anyway... It's not going to be easy, I know. All of my friends, and all of my family are meat-lovers. I was, too, until it became unbearable.
Except for my mother. Out of all of us, she has the biggest heart. She's the one most likely doing this for the animals more than for her health. She agreed to stop eating (most) meat with me! I'm glad that I won't have to do it alone. My mom likes to follow healthy trends/fads (she's doing the juicing thing right now) but never really keeps to any of it. Mostly, I think, because she's had to do it herself and unless you have the determination and force of will of Batman or Doctor Doom, it's nearly impossible to keep up motivation all by yourself.
I've been to the doctor a thousand times or so trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. Well, part of it was my gallbladder and now it's gone, but I'm still having terrible issues. I hope that this dietary change will answer some very big questions for me.
Of course, I'm still gonna go back to doctor to be absolutely sure that I'm not being damaged by my stomach bonfire events, but this is a good start to feeling better, I think.
it hurts just to wake up whenever you're wearing thin
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Cosplaying Kill La Kill must be a total nightmare
I'm making PB cookies with mayo today... I wonder how they'll turn out. :3
I didn't post yesterday because can you really expect me to stick that hard to something? I'm in an on-again-off-again relationship with commitment.
Watched Kill La Kill this morning, for the second time, and I gotta say... wow. I love everything that it is. It's so much fun, even though it was like episode 20-something and I had no idea what was happening. The puns, tho. Oh, the delicious, fashionable puns.
I wish I went to SDCC this year. I know it might not be as great as every nerd makes it out to be, but it's the otaku's holy pilgrimage, okay? It's our Mecca. (Is that blasphemous? Probably.)
I'd also like to go to E3 one good time. Okay, I want to go everywhere and do (almost) everything. I got big dreams. The problem is that I only have the courage to dream...
Oh! Ha, I made a KICK ASS chicken and pasta alfredo meal for lunch today! I was winging it, so the fact that it turned out so well is that much cooler. I had to use chicken from leg quarters. I do not recommend wrestling with those things. Just cook 'em whole, okay? Chicken breast is available for a reason. (I didn't any other choice, but I did pretty well.) And it turned out great!
Gotta celebrate the little wins.
Aw, shit. The first batch just came out of the oven and they're a disaster. I didn't put in near enough sugar, so there's nothing to hold them together. It's just slightly cooked peanut butter now. I stuck them back into the oven to see if that would help. It probably won't. They'll probably burn. That's okay. Test group, anyway.
The house has been pretty quiet the weekend, for the most part. I'm glad, because I'm tired of all the yelling and the crashing and the shattering. I swear, I'm never having sons, ever. They're gross, smelly, lazy, and just awful--even if you try to raise them better.
...Well, okay, maybe it's just my brothers, but my point is still valid, probably.
I spent the whole morning cleaning and running around the house. It felt pretty good, I'll admit, to be busy like that. Sitting on my butt all day only sounds good when I have to be somewhere and do stuff--when I'm actually doing it, I'd rather be running marathons. I hate sitting still for days on end.
Okay, so Batch One was a total failure. Whoops! Hopefully B2 will be better.
I'm tired... I think I'll have a nap after the cookies are done. Be at peace, friends!
you just made my day
I didn't post yesterday because can you really expect me to stick that hard to something? I'm in an on-again-off-again relationship with commitment.
Watched Kill La Kill this morning, for the second time, and I gotta say... wow. I love everything that it is. It's so much fun, even though it was like episode 20-something and I had no idea what was happening. The puns, tho. Oh, the delicious, fashionable puns.
I wish I went to SDCC this year. I know it might not be as great as every nerd makes it out to be, but it's the otaku's holy pilgrimage, okay? It's our Mecca. (Is that blasphemous? Probably.)
I'd also like to go to E3 one good time. Okay, I want to go everywhere and do (almost) everything. I got big dreams. The problem is that I only have the courage to dream...
Oh! Ha, I made a KICK ASS chicken and pasta alfredo meal for lunch today! I was winging it, so the fact that it turned out so well is that much cooler. I had to use chicken from leg quarters. I do not recommend wrestling with those things. Just cook 'em whole, okay? Chicken breast is available for a reason. (I didn't any other choice, but I did pretty well.) And it turned out great!
Gotta celebrate the little wins.
Aw, shit. The first batch just came out of the oven and they're a disaster. I didn't put in near enough sugar, so there's nothing to hold them together. It's just slightly cooked peanut butter now. I stuck them back into the oven to see if that would help. It probably won't. They'll probably burn. That's okay. Test group, anyway.
The house has been pretty quiet the weekend, for the most part. I'm glad, because I'm tired of all the yelling and the crashing and the shattering. I swear, I'm never having sons, ever. They're gross, smelly, lazy, and just awful--even if you try to raise them better.
...Well, okay, maybe it's just my brothers, but my point is still valid, probably.
I spent the whole morning cleaning and running around the house. It felt pretty good, I'll admit, to be busy like that. Sitting on my butt all day only sounds good when I have to be somewhere and do stuff--when I'm actually doing it, I'd rather be running marathons. I hate sitting still for days on end.
Okay, so Batch One was a total failure. Whoops! Hopefully B2 will be better.
I'm tired... I think I'll have a nap after the cookies are done. Be at peace, friends!
you just made my day
Friday, July 10, 2015
I'd visit a love hotel with you, Logan
Oh shit this might actually start becoming a habit
...
I keep thinking it's Saturday, when it's not. I can't wait for school to begin again, because I cannot keep my life together without being forced into a routine.
I just watched The Wolverine for the second time. I love it, because A) it's bad, and ridiculous--just like a real comic book (Wolverine, why is your skin cooked but your pants are shiny new??? FCC, baby) and B, SO MUCH JAPAN. It's not the best movie ever, but it's okay. A lot of things make little sense, like where was Sabretooth when his little brother was a prisoner??? What the frickle frack did Viper even want with the Yashida family? Money? An opportunity for Chaos?
Later, in Days of Future Past, Wolvie has adamantium claws. Did he heal that back once it was cut from him? It's metal...and if it was going to grow back with his bones, it would have come immediately, I assume, as it did when W. killed Yashida.
When Yukio sees a person's death, can it change? Or does it come to her in pieces? She says on the plane, after she first meets Logan, that he's not gonna die on that plane. Later, she wakes up from a sound sleep and is like, OH SHIT, and suddenly goes into panic mode. So did she see a death for him, and later it changed and that shocked her, or did she see more of his death (the death on the table)?
(Also, I'm guessing Japan didn't happen still after Wolvie changed reality. Although it still could have? But he didn't even think of Mariko, when he woke up and everything was different. In fact, she wasn't even mentioned at all in that movie, which I guess means they eventually broke up??)
Oh, lol, this got way longer than I meant it to. But I love to analyse movies. Love it. My BFF hates going to the movies with me because I always have an opinion and usually it's not a positive one...
But I pay money to see this shit, and I have a right to be pissed off when I get gypped!
...Is gypped derived from the word "gypsy?" I feel weird about using it now.
I'm tired. I've been having a "crazy" day, as I once read a magazine refer to the phenomenon. Apparently it's a female thing, but it isn't pleasant. I get hot flashes and a general sense of unease, like a sneaking suspicion of upcoming disaster. I don't like it!!! (who would.)
Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow.
Be at peace, friends.
hey bub
...
I keep thinking it's Saturday, when it's not. I can't wait for school to begin again, because I cannot keep my life together without being forced into a routine.
I just watched The Wolverine for the second time. I love it, because A) it's bad, and ridiculous--just like a real comic book (Wolverine, why is your skin cooked but your pants are shiny new??? FCC, baby) and B, SO MUCH JAPAN. It's not the best movie ever, but it's okay. A lot of things make little sense, like where was Sabretooth when his little brother was a prisoner??? What the frickle frack did Viper even want with the Yashida family? Money? An opportunity for Chaos?
Later, in Days of Future Past, Wolvie has adamantium claws. Did he heal that back once it was cut from him? It's metal...and if it was going to grow back with his bones, it would have come immediately, I assume, as it did when W. killed Yashida.
When Yukio sees a person's death, can it change? Or does it come to her in pieces? She says on the plane, after she first meets Logan, that he's not gonna die on that plane. Later, she wakes up from a sound sleep and is like, OH SHIT, and suddenly goes into panic mode. So did she see a death for him, and later it changed and that shocked her, or did she see more of his death (the death on the table)?
(Also, I'm guessing Japan didn't happen still after Wolvie changed reality. Although it still could have? But he didn't even think of Mariko, when he woke up and everything was different. In fact, she wasn't even mentioned at all in that movie, which I guess means they eventually broke up??)
Oh, lol, this got way longer than I meant it to. But I love to analyse movies. Love it. My BFF hates going to the movies with me because I always have an opinion and usually it's not a positive one...
But I pay money to see this shit, and I have a right to be pissed off when I get gypped!
...Is gypped derived from the word "gypsy?" I feel weird about using it now.
I'm tired. I've been having a "crazy" day, as I once read a magazine refer to the phenomenon. Apparently it's a female thing, but it isn't pleasant. I get hot flashes and a general sense of unease, like a sneaking suspicion of upcoming disaster. I don't like it!!! (who would.)
Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow.
Be at peace, friends.
hey bub
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Key & Peele Are Back, Babies!
Oh my gosh I remembered to make a post on Day 2.
Dude I want to see Ant Man! It looks cool. And so does Minions, although I'll admit I've never seen either Despicable Me...yet. The promos for the Minions film look pretty polished, so maybe I won't be tricked. But I've been disappointed before. (coughAvengers2coughcough)
I'd also like to see Jurassic World again. That was a blast! And maybe catch Mad Max, too. I've heard really positive things about it, but again, been disappointed before. (I'd have cracked a joke about Avengers 2 here, but I really haven't heard anything positive about it.)
Ahhh, I re-read some of the previous posts I've made, and I guess I should write more catch ups. My family isn't fostering children anymore--maybe one day in the future we'll be in a position to do it again.
Since 2012, my family has adopted two cats: a black Bombay named Pippa, and a tiny, tiny silver cat (whose type is unknown) named Samantha Josephine.
To answer your inevitable question, yes.
(We just call her Sammy.)
Pippa might actually be a witch that just pretends to be a cat all the time, or possibly some kind of demon cat. I keep catching her sitting on the bathroom counter, staring at herself in the mirror. In the dark. With the door closed. She also likes to disappear from the house for hours a time. Interesting considering she literally cannot get outside on her on. Trust me, we make sure. (She was de-clawed some time before we adopted her, so it's not safe to just
Oh, and a couple of days ago, my dad brought home a teeny tiny little orange kitten. My youngest bro has claimed her as his own and has deemed her Titan. Apparently it's funny.
Alright, well this post has gone on long enough, I think. Be at peace, friends!
i don't need a telescope to see that there's hope
Dude I want to see Ant Man! It looks cool. And so does Minions, although I'll admit I've never seen either Despicable Me...yet. The promos for the Minions film look pretty polished, so maybe I won't be tricked. But I've been disappointed before. (coughAvengers2coughcough)
I'd also like to see Jurassic World again. That was a blast! And maybe catch Mad Max, too. I've heard really positive things about it, but again, been disappointed before. (I'd have cracked a joke about Avengers 2 here, but I really haven't heard anything positive about it.)
Ahhh, I re-read some of the previous posts I've made, and I guess I should write more catch ups. My family isn't fostering children anymore--maybe one day in the future we'll be in a position to do it again.
Since 2012, my family has adopted two cats: a black Bombay named Pippa, and a tiny, tiny silver cat (whose type is unknown) named Samantha Josephine.
To answer your inevitable question, yes.
(We just call her Sammy.)
Pippa might actually be a witch that just pretends to be a cat all the time, or possibly some kind of demon cat. I keep catching her sitting on the bathroom counter, staring at herself in the mirror. In the dark. With the door closed. She also likes to disappear from the house for hours a time. Interesting considering she literally cannot get outside on her on. Trust me, we make sure. (She was de-clawed some time before we adopted her, so it's not safe to just
Oh, and a couple of days ago, my dad brought home a teeny tiny little orange kitten. My youngest bro has claimed her as his own and has deemed her Titan. Apparently it's funny.
Alright, well this post has gone on long enough, I think. Be at peace, friends!
i don't need a telescope to see that there's hope
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Deadbeat Blogger
Oh my god I forgot I had a blog
If it were a baby it would be dead
So... enjoy that mental image.
Well, life is sort of bad but also okay for me rn???
I had my gallbladder taken out, so that's good. I'm one semester away from graduating community college, also good. I'm at legal drinking age now, great.
Bad stuff: Still can't drive, still can't people, still don't know what to do with my life. I'd like to become a teacher, but then again I might probably not do that.
I'm pretty pathetic, if you ask me and anybody else. I like living, I do--but maybe you (the universe) wasted life force on a schmuck that could've gone to a future president of the world or a potato or something.
I'd like more friends, but I'm afraid that if I contact them I'll have to tell them I can't drive and then I'll look like the bum that I am and who wants to be friends with a over-the-age-of-20-nondriving-bum and they'll stop talking to me.
I'm kind of really really excited about the natural hair movement and have decided that maybe my thick jungle of curls might be kind of nice to wear for a while. It's kind of great to not have to worry about liquids coming near my head anymore--or about whether or not people can smell that burnt hair underneath my perfume. However, I'm finding it difficult to tame my wild mess. If I let it dry naturally, I end up with a mass on top of my head; I look like Sideshow Bob from the Simpsons. If I brush it out, I look like Rosanne Rosannadanna.
There was a container of Taya hair gel in my mom's bathroom, so I used it and the results were promising. My hair dried much tamer than usual, but it's still unfixable into any kind of style except up and twisted into a clip. That can only work for like two days before it looks like I'm either lazy or a cartoon character.
So my experiments will have to go further into the realm of creams and sprays and gels and powders? before I can rock the "mixed girl" look. Even though I'm not really mixed. I'm... a salad.
Mmm, a salad sounds good rn.
Hello my name is Milk and I am a food addict. (Hello, Milk.)
My dad ended up getting a swanky job as a rig welder for ENSCO. But nothing good ever lasts for my family, so the oil market slowed down (enjoy your cheap gas; families dependent upon the oil industry are in a pickle rn) and he got laid off. He's the best there is at what he does, so he has found work in Alabama--and lo and behold a company might send him off to Thailand to work on a oil rig there (which idk how I feel about him taking but what do i know), so we're not gonna lose everything juuuuuust yet. Cross your fingers.
I've discovered the magical, tasty world of sushi. It's such a glorious mouthful universe to be in. There I go again talking about food. Seriously, I'm gonna go eat something.
anshin, anshin
If it were a baby it would be dead
So... enjoy that mental image.
Well, life is sort of bad but also okay for me rn???
I had my gallbladder taken out, so that's good. I'm one semester away from graduating community college, also good. I'm at legal drinking age now, great.
Bad stuff: Still can't drive, still can't people, still don't know what to do with my life. I'd like to become a teacher, but then again I might probably not do that.
I'm pretty pathetic, if you ask me and anybody else. I like living, I do--but maybe you (the universe) wasted life force on a schmuck that could've gone to a future president of the world or a potato or something.
I'd like more friends, but I'm afraid that if I contact them I'll have to tell them I can't drive and then I'll look like the bum that I am and who wants to be friends with a over-the-age-of-20-nondriving-bum and they'll stop talking to me.
I'm kind of really really excited about the natural hair movement and have decided that maybe my thick jungle of curls might be kind of nice to wear for a while. It's kind of great to not have to worry about liquids coming near my head anymore--or about whether or not people can smell that burnt hair underneath my perfume. However, I'm finding it difficult to tame my wild mess. If I let it dry naturally, I end up with a mass on top of my head; I look like Sideshow Bob from the Simpsons. If I brush it out, I look like Rosanne Rosannadanna.
There was a container of Taya hair gel in my mom's bathroom, so I used it and the results were promising. My hair dried much tamer than usual, but it's still unfixable into any kind of style except up and twisted into a clip. That can only work for like two days before it looks like I'm either lazy or a cartoon character.
So my experiments will have to go further into the realm of creams and sprays and gels and powders? before I can rock the "mixed girl" look. Even though I'm not really mixed. I'm... a salad.
Mmm, a salad sounds good rn.
Hello my name is Milk and I am a food addict. (Hello, Milk.)
My dad ended up getting a swanky job as a rig welder for ENSCO. But nothing good ever lasts for my family, so the oil market slowed down (enjoy your cheap gas; families dependent upon the oil industry are in a pickle rn) and he got laid off. He's the best there is at what he does, so he has found work in Alabama--and lo and behold a company might send him off to Thailand to work on a oil rig there (which idk how I feel about him taking but what do i know), so we're not gonna lose everything juuuuuust yet. Cross your fingers.
I've discovered the magical, tasty world of sushi. It's such a glorious mouthful universe to be in. There I go again talking about food. Seriously, I'm gonna go eat something.
anshin, anshin
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