It is not supposed to be 60 degrees at the end of December. While I do not particularly like the cold, get it RIGHT, Mother Nature. There is supposed to be snow on the ground, not warm puddles.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Make the snow come back...
It is not supposed to be 60 degrees at the end of December. While I do not particularly like the cold, get it RIGHT, Mother Nature. There is supposed to be snow on the ground, not warm puddles.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Procrastination Nation
Happy Boxing Day, Everyone!
I haven't posted in over a month, so I figure that I ought to post before the end of the year, right?
...plus I can't get anything done. Like I physically cannot make myself do any work.
I have made at least eight billion pies since I got home, so that's productive. Of course, I can't eat eight billion pies, so now my fridge is filled with pumpkin and apple pies that are rapidly getting soggy and I don't think I can stomach any more pie.
I'm branching out tonight by making Crumb Berry Pie. You can only make so many pumpkin, apple, and banoffee pies until they get old. Then I was in the shower and looked down, and there was a recipe on my bottle of shower gel! Gotta love Philosophy 3-in-1 Shower Gels.
This is all fine and dandy, but you know what it's not? It's not writing my thesis. It's been over a week since I've written a word. Anyone want to write for me?
So I'm moping around the house, testing pie recipes and watching the first four seasons of Friends, which I got for Christmas. I need to write Chapter 2, get a haircut, apply to Oxford, and STOP MAKING PIES.
Otherwise pretty soon I will start looking like this:
*image courtesy of Priscilla's Old-Fashioned Two Crust Pies. Thanks, Priscilla. You have taught me an important lesson.
In related news, anyone around the Lynn area want a pie?
Signing off for now, to try to do work. Or make another pie. Last one, I swear.
I haven't posted in over a month, so I figure that I ought to post before the end of the year, right?
...plus I can't get anything done. Like I physically cannot make myself do any work.
I have made at least eight billion pies since I got home, so that's productive. Of course, I can't eat eight billion pies, so now my fridge is filled with pumpkin and apple pies that are rapidly getting soggy and I don't think I can stomach any more pie.
I'm branching out tonight by making Crumb Berry Pie. You can only make so many pumpkin, apple, and banoffee pies until they get old. Then I was in the shower and looked down, and there was a recipe on my bottle of shower gel! Gotta love Philosophy 3-in-1 Shower Gels.
This is all fine and dandy, but you know what it's not? It's not writing my thesis. It's been over a week since I've written a word. Anyone want to write for me?
So I'm moping around the house, testing pie recipes and watching the first four seasons of Friends, which I got for Christmas. I need to write Chapter 2, get a haircut, apply to Oxford, and STOP MAKING PIES.
Otherwise pretty soon I will start looking like this:
*image courtesy of Priscilla's Old-Fashioned Two Crust Pies. Thanks, Priscilla. You have taught me an important lesson.
In related news, anyone around the Lynn area want a pie?
Signing off for now, to try to do work. Or make another pie. Last one, I swear.
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