from the New York Times:

"Even people who don't cook might fall in love with the color of an espresso machine or a rolling pin."

I can relate. I've fallen in love with my share of rolling pins. The dough! The flour! They are simply irresistible.

the title of this entry is the sentence i almost added to my ViPo paper. (that's Victorian Poetry. ha. i'm so clever and whimsical). my grammar is deteriorating. i hate this paper and this awful class ( Read more... )

this isn't surprising.

i do like that i'm 50% "hippy." it explains my pot fetish.


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- i'm glad Tara finally responded to my last entry so i know that someone from home reads this! jeez ( Read more... )

girlcharlotte9: why do males feel the need to make all of their grievances so aggressively public ( Read more... )

let me regale you with some of the best tidbits from my textbook for Early African History, lovingly written by Kevin Shillington ( Read more... )

per Bryan's impertinent request, i'm updating ( Read more... )

i really understand, now, how some people can come home from 9-5 jobs and sack out in front of the TV for several hours. work can just be taxing. it's not a good thing to be a couch potato, but i understand a little more ( Read more... )

the title of this entry says it. the air is SO DRY here and i am CONSTANTLY picking my nose. my kids even caught me doing it in class. gross i know. but you'd do it too, trust me ( Read more... )

today i sat in some hot springs. it was nice. and, as expected, hot. getting there was eventful. we got the directions from Todd, the science mentor teacher at Breakthrough and a very outdoorsy guy. we drove past Los Alamos, deeper and deeper into the mountains. yay! the hot springs are getting closer! oh, here it is, Forest Road 376. a road Todd ( Read more... )