Thursday, April 25, 2013

Wacky Shenanigans and Youthful Hijinks

Just kidding. I haven't posted much lately, let alone pictures of stuff I created. We all (or most of us, I guess) go through these cycles of feeling really creative and then feeling not creative at all. I was on a non-creative loop for a while, and I decided to just ride it out and not freak out about it like I would have before I started the meds. Because of course, nothing makes you feel more confident about the quality of your work than forcing yourself to do it when you really aren't feeling it.
Now I'm swinging back over to the uber-creative arc of the cycle. Earlier tonight I created some delicious lemon bars. Now I am apparently hell-bent on creating an empty pan of lemon bar crumbs. That's the nice thing about home-baked goods - my breakfast, lunch, and dinner menu for the next two days is already set! If you haven't noticed, this is not a blog about healthy living. That's Emily's job.
In other news, I ordered some new paints and I really, really want them to get here. When I get them I shall squee.

Monday, April 1, 2013

The Day Begins (at 9pm)

It's a new month, and I feel like I should be blogging more. This isn't to say that each post need be earth-shattering, but I can put something up. So today, here's a bullet list of things that are on my mind.

- I wish the Enter key wasn't right next to the ' key. It's annoying when I'm chatting with someone and it looks like I suddenly stopped mid sentence right after I'.
- Every time I order broccoli beef, I eat all of the beef and only some of the broccoli.
- When I decided earlier today to "diet and work out," apparently I thought the terms were interchangeable with "nap and mini Snickers."
- My roommate wanted to make sure I got the mail she slipped under the door, because four days later it's still lying on my bedroom floor. The truth is, I saw it and all of it looked like it was from various companies to whom I owe money. So I didn't bother. Responsible adult fail.
- If you pet a cat, you will become his Best Friend Forever. To a cat, Best Friends Forever means something different than a human. If I had a human Best Friend Forever, I would be very concerned if he followed me around while yelling at me nonstop, lay on the bathroom floor while watching me shower, and butted his head into my arm to get my attention.
- There are two people in the entire world who will eat the black jellybeans, and both of them are my roommates. Did I luck out, or what?