I’m A Kickass Cook.

Today I cooked this:

And this:

Prepare yourselves.

Food porn is on the way to Vivography.

I also went to see my high school’s spring musical tonight with my brother. These are my observations:

1. A lot of the high school girls ARE REALLY SHORT wtf?
2. When I was in high school, there weren’t a lot of people who did drama club, but they were way better vocally than everyone who sang tonight.
3. Reserved seats. Really? Really?

I Miss High School Summers.

Okay, before I forget, I took pictures in that vintage 70s dress today. AND I wore it out. But only to Barnes and Noble cause it was 100 fucking degrees and despite the ethereal breeziness one experiences in this wonderful dress, it was too damn hot and too late to go any where else (I had my mom’s car) even though I kind of wanted to go to Somerset.

Yes, this is an Instagram photo.

It’s miraculously cooled down to 83 degrees out there, but that’s still too hot, and I’m sure, humid, to crack a window and feel the breeze. It was nice and windy today though. I was pretty excited for the first couple hours of the day that it was so hot. I went swimming, stayed out in the sun, hopefully got a little tanner. I thought about exercising, like walk/running around the block, but decided I’d rather not pass out in the heat.

Today was not a very productive day. I suppose in the realm of my thoughts it was, but not physically. I feel like time is speeding up and we’re hurtling to some great unknown. It feels like just a few minutes ago I was sitting in this same pretzel-style position, thinking the same thought of “wow, time is a’flyin’ and here I am writing and thinking this same thing!” and it makes me a little sick to think that tomorrow will be Wednesday and the middle of week 1 of break. In the blink of an eye I’ll be back at school, stressing out about classes, internships, and what my future holds.

I think this break I should make it a goal to not think (too much or too often) about any of that. I desperately need to just enjoy myself and be a vegetable and do what I want to do, not what I have to do. I did a pretty good job of that today, honestly. I spent 3 hours watching Mad Men (SO GOOD; WTF END OF SEASON 3, WTF?) and felt completely guilt free about it! No deadlines to meet, no assignments due.

Summers are what I miss most about K-12 school. Besides seeing my friends every day and that whole era of naive thinking and whatnot. I desperately miss having no responsibilities (except maybe sweeping the kitchen floor), going to bed at 4 AM and waking up at the crack of noon, and having about 2 and a half months of solid me time. Time to read books, swim, complain about being bored (but simultaneously reminding myself it’s better than waking up at 6 AM) watch tv. All that leisure stuff. It’s a life of luxury! I wish I could have more of it.

I need to start meditating.

A Graduation Post.

I just spent the last 10 minutes or so crying about a DAYDREAM. The Glee season finale (which I will discuss shortly) peppered me up, but I had a good little cry session in the mirror (I know, this just sounds all kinds of odd) and now I feel better. What threw me over the edge was imagining my future daughter (if I were to ever have such a thing) telling me she had an imaginary friend named Lena and I immediately knew it was my great-grandmother. And I just started bawling. I am of the nature to believe in such things, and I wonder if even though I imagined this, it was her way of saying hello from the other side tonight. She passed away about 13 years ago and I don’t often think about her, but I have a strong feeling she poked my brain. WHAT IF IT WAS A PREMONITION THOUGH!? Oh my god, children…that I popped out…
 
I’m not entirely against having kids. I mean, don’t get me wrong, for the most part I am. They’re a huge responsibility among many, many other things. But if the right person came along and really wanted to have kids with me, I might consider it…I could be swayed. BUT I NEVER SAID THAT. *COUGH*
 
So about that Glee finale! I missed it last week, and I actually, believe it or not, had time to watch it tonight! First of all, the music choices were pretty great. What got me though was the graduation ceremony. That was LITERALLY the most unrealistic graduation ceremony I have ever seen on television. They were called out of alphabetical order, they freaking CAME OUT THROUGH CURTAINS and there were about 35 graduating seniors on that stage. Their high school cannot be a multi-national sports champion high school with so little graduates – no way in flaming hell. 
 
However, that particular scene jogged the reminiscence of my high school graduation and that’s when I started being on the verge of tears. I remember feeling nervous and excited as well as sad. I was extra nervous and excited because I was in choir my senior year (BEST FUCKING 6TH HOUR IN THE WORLD, BTW) and we performed at graduation. I wore my very high heeled Guess by Marciano wedges and happened to be on the top steps of the choral stairs. I had no trouble getting up there, but getting down was a different story. I personally think it was one of the most amusing parts of the whole ceremony and I look back on it with merriment. I got stuck on the top step (mostly due to fear of falling down and breaking my ankles or something of that nature) long after the rest of the choir had exited. I think about 2 or 3 of friends lagged behind to watch me struggle to get off the steps, and my fellow graduate friend Heather helped me down. I remember the audience laughing (me included) as our principal took to the microphone and I was still perched up there afraid of stepping down and slightly screaming for someone to help me down.
 

Oh look, it’s 17 year old me with short hair. Graduated with honors, bitches! Historian for National Honor Society 8). I think I might’ve been a little heavier here. I think. Maybe. I’m not sure.

Anyway, after remembering my high school graduation, I imagined what my college graduation might be like. I determined that I will probably cry, a lot. And hug people. Like, a lot a lot. I’ll probably be so emotional I’ll say really awkward things to people (it’s inevitable, I did it at my HS graduation too; I still feel embarrassed by those memories) and probably do awkward and embarrassing things as well.And then I shall be thrust into the real world.
 
And I will cry and wish I was a stupid teenager again with next to nothing responsibility, zero loan payment bills, and “real” summer vacations where I could stay up until 4 AM talking to friends on messenger chats and trolling the interwebz. Oh youth, where art thou gone?
ETA: WHY IS MY BLOG FUCKING UP THE LOOK OF THE TEXT TONIGHT. WHAT IS THIS SHIT.

Circle of Life.

Sometimes I feel like I’m an emotional outlet. People plug in to me all the time and drain my energy with their problems. I try not to let that happen often, but sometimes I’m just so spongey that I absorb it too well. It’s annoying and lame. Cause then I come home and I’m a bitch for no reason whatsoever. Listen people, negative energy only festers. It does not create anything more than more negative energy, and that is not something that I want to be carrying around. This is why I try to be a positive, happy person. Positivity conducts more positivity. Apparently, positivity isn’t a real word, but I’m making it a real word because it should be. MORAL OF THE STORY: BE FUCKING HAPPY. NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENED FROM BEING HAPPY.

That said, I’m currently listening to Simple Plan’s self-titled 3rd album, and it reminds me of my senior year of high school. I miss high school. I miss seeing my then friends every day and I miss blow off classes and choir and lunch. College is lame in that department – all the cool kids are graduating after this term is over. An old friend of mine once said that she hated starting high school and college and then the real world because it was like starting over every time, and she’s kind of right. It’s not always nice to start over. But in the end, it’s all a part of life, isn’t it? Old things must die for new growth to spring up. Circle of life.

And now for a brightness to my rather depressing post so far:

Ellen is hilarious. And this picture is doubly hilarious. Enjoy.