I am an omelet fiend!
Most delicious thing: tomato and rosemary omelet with feta To make: 1. Saute 1/4 cup chopped tomatoes and 2 tsp chopped rosemary in a tsp of butter 2. Whisk 3 eggs with 2 tbsp of cottage cheese 3. Add to saute mix and bring heat down to medium. Cook until almost finished, stirring occasionally, and add feta cheese salt and pepper. Serve and enjoy the deliciousness!
It is time for you to let me go, once and forever. Let us all go. This false sense of intimacy was never enough, and it’s no longer able to be soothed with sarcasm and masked pain. These ties have to be severed.
Austin's Thinkspace: Manic Pixie Dream Girl (MPDG) →
saintaustin: is a stock character in films. Film critic Nathan Rabin, who coined the term after seeing Kirsten Dunst in Elizabethtown (2005), describes the MPDG as “that bubbly, shallow cinematic creature that exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach…
Is that how you would leave me? Don’t walk past me as if we were...– Jane Eyre (film)
and the NOVEL is back
Started writing my novel again, which, I’ll probably finish when I’m 30 if I keep on at this rate. Here’s a little excerpt: “She walked into the cafe, unassumingly taking her place in line. Every eye in her vicinity found its way to her form, pleasantly trickling down from her hair to her toes, chiseling her statue in their memory, making a playful sache over her face....
Reading in my.business law text book about nuisance laws, I stumbled across a group called BANANAS. It literally stands for “Build absolutely nothing near anything” I laughed so hard. That is literally impossible. I think your group is bananas.
amyrad: “we discovered that justice and injustice say many of the same things, cry out with equally convincing rhetoric, yet could not be more polarized.” ummmmm WOAH. “watch with your ears”
whiskeyice: 1 & 1/2 OZ Brandy 1 OZ Dark Creme de Cacao 1 OZ Half&Half 1/4 TSP Grated Nutmeg In a shaker half-filled with ice cubes, combine the brandy, creme de cacao, & half&half. Shake well. Strain into a cocktail glass and garnish with nutmeg. this sounds dangerous
c’mon tear ducts, give me a break…. produce something! gotta get this outta the system
The power of post-its
I’ve resorted to the only way I can think of to clear this muddled head. Reading just makes me think too much about it. Hang out with friends just makes us talk about relationships. Sipping wine…just stupid. Debriefing in the journal is making me relive each moment over and over and over and over. It’s time for some hard truth to sort out the wrestle in the mud between my head...
10 Things I learned about HighSchool from Saved by... →
SLOWE(INTERVIEW MAG): At what point did you realize that you were successful and being taken seriously as designers? ASHLEY OLSEN: I don’t think we ever did. MARY-KATE OLSEN: We still don’t. We just go from season to season, hoping that people enjoy what we make. For a couple of girls literally born into stardom, these ladies are charmingly and respectably down to earth.
Really the only two words I can think of to describe last night. The evening took a very unexpected turn….and something about it has got me reveling in those moments now today. I got in my car at 4am thinking, “What a night.” That’s all I can say. But I don’t think I’ll ever forget it, although I can’t verbalize as to why. If I learned anything at all, it...
there’s nothing like billie holiday and a cup of coffee to make you enjoy studying as much as humanly possible
Long drives with the windows down Hot tea Someone playing with your hair Good music The beach Cellos Old hollywood movies Rain falling, or water running Exhales The smell of old books
Feist's "Comfort Me"
When you comfort me It doesn’t bring me comfort actually When you comfort me True life in haiku And balances of phrase Out of the blue And meaning shown to you Where does sadness see? The mirror has a mirror in his teeth That’s what sadness sees Big sky, tiny bird And when the paragraph betrays the word Big sky, tiny bird Who While you held me up I held my calendar out like a cup...
I knew the poem by heart by Wallace’s memorial service that October, when I read...– Adam Plunkett
Me: dad, how many pairs of sunglasses do you think you own? Dad: I dont know…how many applications of sunglasses are there?
I have four months left in the states...
I’m slightly freaking out. In four months time, I will be embarking across the great sea and submerging myself in a new culture, thousands of miles and thousands of tangents away from what I know. For five months, I’ll be living and breathing these foreign spores. It is going to be the most drastic reinvention, yet the most exciting time of my life. And this is my future, this is my...