What I Shouldn't Do...

Here is one simple reason why one should NOT try and cook pizza while watching LOST:

I like to put seasonings on my personal size pizza, because my brother Dave showed it to me, and trust me when I say it is some good stuff. Unfortunately, in my mad rush to NOT MISS A LOST SECOND, I accidentally poured about HALF the stinking bottle onto my pizza, instead of a light dusting.

Here is a closer view:

I'm ready for my close-up!

And as much as I enjoy Italian seasonings... when your seasonings crunch as much as the pizza crust, there just might be a problem.

Raargjh!

Yes. The problem is pizza turning into an EVIL ALIEN PIZZA!

So next Tuesday I'm just going to watch LOST and not worry about Evil Alien Pizza. Though, if there happens to be Evil Alien Pizza in next weeks episode, or the one after that, I totally called it and you all owe me one can of Tuna Fish.

Uoogh... I think I'm never going to eat tuna fish ever again

That just looks so...

*face turns green*

Excuse me while I go find a trash bin.

Yummies :)

Guess what I saw when I went to the store today? Okay. You will probably never guess, so here it is:

Yes. These are fortune cookies dipped in chocolate with sprinkles on top. For reals! These are amazing! Here's one up close:

I so wish I wasn't a poor college student, or I would a' bought a bag o' these bad boys. Mmmm... I love fortune cookies. They are delightful. Also, other than being a poor college student, I was being a kind of zombie without limbs (because zombies walk with their arms outstretched, and my arms were busy hanging uselessly at my sides.) And without blood either. Ewk. Blood is like... gross. Like potato skins. Yes. Blood is like potato skins.

Ah! They're like blood!

Gross. Just absolutely disgusting.

Building Blocks and Kiddies

If children were in charge of architecture, I think we might be better off. Honestly. How cool is this?

Fruits and Roots...

Some of you know of such things as "Vegetables."

We are Veggies!

I have decided that there are no such things as Vegetables.

No More Veggies!!

These objects of food formerly known as “Vegetables” are in fact classified as something much different. You see, either there are Fruits, or Roots, or Weeds. Why would I say such a thing?

Why would she say such a thing?

1) Fruits are classified as food that comes from a flower (or a seed bearing plant). This includes tomatoes (despite the Court’s ruling), cucumbers, green peppers, and so on, as well as the already accepted strawberries and blueberries and others. To say that tomatoes etc. are not fruits simply because they are not as “sweet” is utterly ridiculous.

Utterly Ridiculous... Haha!

2) Roots would include such things as carrots and potatoes. They live under ground before they are taken out of the ground to be consumed. There is no reason for them to be called Vegetables. Things that grow underground are roots, just like the under parts of trees.

Yes, this is a Sweet Potato Tree

3) Weeds are such things as cauliflower, lettuce and so on. A sub-category of Weeds would be the Stalks, like corn and wheat, and celery. Because weeds are tall and leafy and so are such things as cauliflower and lettuce and celery. Right?

Sweet Muffins! Purple Cabbage!

Hence my supposition that Vegetables do not actually exist. It is a mythological term and should be treated as such. Death to mythological terms!

Ah... Guns.

Not these kind of guns...

Ninja!!!!!

(Not a gun either)

Still not a gun... Though he's kinda' cute

And deadly! Cute is ALWAYS deadly

I will eat your face offf!!!

Never trust cute kittens. They will always eat your face off. Or melon-ball your spleen out. (More will come on spleen-spooning. I will post a link to my sister's site once it's done and uploaded. However, unless you follow the amazing Nikki Stafford it will make absolutely no sense whatsoever.

This is all to say that you should never say the word "Vegetables" "Veggies" or "Vegatalicious" ever again. Or else a rabid kitten will attack your face off. With a spoon.

Attack!!

His face was attacked by a spoon-wielding kitten.

*shiver*

The Pure Unmitigated Terror

Scones

Scones. They look innocent enough. Harmless even.

I mean, look at them. Sugary delights, almost bread-like in their make-up. Delicious little crumbles of nuts broken in. Deliciousity at its best. (Other than chocolate croissants.)

And yet hiding under its sweet demeanor the lusciousness of scones harbors a great secret that adumbrates the world. (Adumbrate meaning, obviously, to cast shadows on)

Aliens!

No. Not aliens. The answer is one big scary word: Commitment. Recently, well... semi-recently I was at a Christmas Eve service and there were scones sitting on a table. Squealing, I clapped my hands, hopped over, and picked up a scrumptious scone, looking a little bit like an excited wombat.

I eat scones every day!

I had been wanting one for ages, so I was quite eager to start gobbling one up. One of my friends standing nearby commented how he was surprised I had eaten it. I asked him why and he said it was because no one else had. I couldn't imagine why anyone would not want to eat a scone, but he explained that it's quite a commitment, eating a giant scone. It's easy to eat a leg of a gingerbread man...

...but to eat a whole scone, you really have to be committed to the task. Which led me to a great discovery. Easily as great as the discoveries of Newton, Einstein, Robert O. Nesheim, and others. Scones are a reflection of Americans issues with commitment. If Americans are terrified of eating a scone:

Ahhhhhh!

then how are Americans going to be able to stay married, stay at jobs without faxing in their resignation (true story). Blogs will go on without ever being posted on, TV shows will have three episodes before the directors etc. will give up. Politicians will stop being committed to their representatives within hours of being elected. The world will be in utter chaos!

Hence the solution that I have come up with: everyone should love scones. They should eat them with fervor. Should kiss them:

Mwah-smooch!

Okay. Maybe not kiss, but there should be affable feelings towards scones instead of terror. And this, my friends, will bring about world peace.

P.S. I have to thank my blog-friend Joan Crawford who has seriously inspired me in my blogging journal. And she's made me laugh my nose off, so that just shows you that she's made of awesomesauce.

A Bit Disturbing...

So, I was feeling sick and I wanted decongestant to make my lungs happy. So I went into our bathroom to look through our medicine cabinet.

And lo and behold, we did have have many medicines in all shapes and sizes. We even had organic "natural stuff" too. Like arnica gel! Which is magical.

It makes owwy bruises go away into never-never land. Anyway. So I was there in the cupboard (well, not really in it, but my hand was in it... Okay, my fingers were in it, alright?) and I pulled out the bottle of decongestant, and it looked a little strange so I peered my buggy eyes at the bottle and what should I find but a very interesting expiration date:

And in case you don't believe me I have a second, nearly-exactly-the-same-but-not-quite, picture.

Yes, you saw that correctly my friends. Unless you didn't, which I can't tell, so I will say it aloud. And in print, since you can't hear me. That date clearly says that it expires October 2006. Oh, lovely, I thought to myself. Now I can go die a horrible death. But I wasn't serious so I made my mum and dad buy me new medicine and I ate pie.

It was a wonderful Thanksgiving.

NaNoWriMo!

I meant to write about this at the beginning of the month, but hey, it's been a busy busy month. SO.

There is this amazing thing called NanoWriMo where you write a novel in a month. It stands for National Novel Writing Month and it is some very super cool organization. So far I am about 60% done with my novel. Which, I was hoping to be mostly done by now, so that I could focus just onschool during Thanksgiving Break, but agani, shas la na. (Which is a saying that sorta' means 'ah well, come what may' or something.)

Anyway :D

That is all.