Monday, August 30, 2010
I did it again! Yay!
1) I learned four new chords
2) I look like I am retarded at three different points in this video, I am in fact not retarded, just reading the lyrics off the screen cause I have the memory of a goldfish.
3) HI, I MISS YOU!
Savor
and the spells you weave
are the patterns I trace
in the bruises you leave
I rub the wounds
afraid to let them heal
I soak myself
in the way I feel
I can't hate you
so in love I'll stay
call it denial if you will
because for you I still pray
I'll dance in my tears
and drink them like wine
remembering your wicked smile
when I dared call you mine
Years ago I hurt you
now I've been served mine
so I rejoice in the juices
as its my heart in which you dine
So now that we're even
you walk away with content
while I savor the juices
of the love that I spent.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
My week in a giant super post.
Monday - Awesome. Drank lots of coffee, life was grand, my best friend and I were in love (or so I thought, I get delusional. Have never been good at relationships anyways), was excited to start school.
Tuesday - Great workout at the gym. Still in love. Again with the coffee and what not. WOOT, excited to start school. Had some bank issues but got them worked out.
Wednesday - WORST DAY OF MY LIFE. Financial aid got effed up and almost had to go back to Cali because they weren't gonna pay for my tuition as promised, car loan did not get paid off and instead of buying airfare to my best friends wedding I had to pay off my car, found out guy I've been in love with since I was 15 was in fact a douche bag who was lying about his relationship status and I am an idiot for thinking I could be in a long distance relationship with him YET AGAIN, had to walk home in the rain for a mile, fell off the treadmill at the gym (wish I was kidding). Yeah. Top that kids.
Thursday - Ok. Still upset over the guy business but am above it and will focus on school and show him by being super successful and never dating again. Or something. Also posted 9,000 songs about heartbreak on Facebook which I am sure shows that I am totally over him. Again.
Friday - is going to be excellent. I hope.
A dedication.
Dear asshole who broke my heart,
The worst part about hating you is that I don't hate you at all.
Die in fire so I can stop loving you.
kthanksbai.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Dreamers Dream
that's what is seems
silly girl with
your useless dreams
you let them cut you
slice you open
they pour the lemon
but you keep hoping
Dreamers dream
and lovers die
is this the end
of you and I?
Is this the end
that's what it seems
silly girl with
your useless dreams
Whats it take to find
prince charming
why do boys find
love alarming?
Dreamers dream
and lovers die
so this is the
end of you & I?
no white horse
and no knight of armor
can save me
from my own dishonor
whats it take
to find prince charming
why do boys find
love alarming?
I've been shameful
I've been a sinner
and now he eats
my heart for dinner
Dreamers dream
and lovers die
so this is the
end of you & I?
Whats it take to find
prince charming
why do boys find
love alarming?
I love you.
and when I'm with
someone else
I'm thinking of you.
After all these years
I thought I'd moved on
but all it took
was one sidelong look
and I've fallen for you again.
Now as I pack my things
these tears fall from me
as I think of leaving
you behind.
I would cross any river
leap the mountain rifts
if you would promise me
this one precious gift.
Dear longest friend
I love you.
and when I'm with
someone else
I'm thinking of you.
Won't you stay with me
and promise all the things
I'd do for you
at the sound of your voice?
I've never had the choice
to move on
for as long as I remember
you were my only love song.
And so I write you these words
and pray you hold them true
Because I've waited a lifetime
to love you.
The Child
he calls he texts
he enscribes his
life in my head
For me he is wrong
I've known all along
he's meant for
another woman to hold
But that won't stop
my eyes or they
tears they will cry
when they walk
down the aisle
The child in me cries
for the child in you
and I pray for
your happiness.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Lexington Farmers Market
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The Camaro SS
My biological dad spent half of my life building one.
My adopted Dad owned one.
I drove it. I drove it with the pedal to the floor, my head slammed against the headrest, with a large terrified grin on my face. The engine sounds like a thousand tigers clawing their way out of the hood, the heavy frame and body feels like a jaguar cat bounding through the jungle and the exhilaration of it all is indescribable.
I want it back. Since I technically don't have a car right now, though I will soon, I dream of owning a purple Camaro SS. Yes, I know, who drives a purple SS?
Me. I will. I will sign up for that please. Don't judge me till you sit in the front seat. ;)
Me likey.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves."
~James Kavanaugh
(Thanks to fallcreakfibers.com for this quote. Her blog rocks my socks)
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Hi.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Old Dirty Money
The shadow of our love is lost in your Incandescence
Overtaken by the foolhardiness of our Adolescence
When I think of you I think of Death
When I thought our love was immortal
You let lose your wrath
You suck at my heart like 16
Mosquitoes, but
There is ecstasy in scratching my wounds
And when I moan, I moan for you.
I’ve left you for the land of blue
Where the people are humble
But the boys are true
The south breeds faith like bees make honey
And there is heritage in the buildings
and old dirty money
The humidity here leaves me breathless and sticky
But your soul seeks me out, I can feel the trickle
Of a thousand fires and the mirage is so tricky
My instinct leads me away from your tendrils
And my heart fears the palpations and tickles
Of a lonely field left unattended, the barren maiden
Deprived of loves juices
She seeks to find another
but finds only excuses
So I long for a dream
Lost in a breeze
And the memory of you
Squeezes my pulp like a tomato.
Tres Leches Cake Recipe
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon sea salt6 eggs
1 cup sugar
1/4 cup water
3 1/2 teaspoons Mexican vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon Walnut extract
1 - 14 ounce can sweetened condensed milk1 - 13 ounce can evaporated milk
3 cups heavy cream
2 tablespoons sugar
Fresh sliced fruit
Whipped cream
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Coat a 9 by 3 springform pan with a veggie spray like Pam.
Sift the flour, baking powder, and salt together in a medium sized bowl.
Mix the eggs and sugar in the mixer bowl and beat on high speed for about 5 minutes or until it doubles in size. Add in half a teaspoon of vanilla extract and half a teaspoon of Walnut extract and water. Mix well.
Gently fold the flour ingredients into the egg mix.
Pour the batter into the springform pan and bake for 35 to 45 minutes.
You can tell when its done because the center of the cake will be firm and the edges pull away from the pan.
Put the cake on a plate.
In a bowl mix the condensed milk, evaporated milk and heavy cream together. Add the rest of the vanilla extract and if you want another teaspoon or half a teaspoon of walnut extract. (YUM!) Mix well.
Cut the top of the cake layer off to expose the sponge portion of the cake. Poke holes all over the top of the cake with toothpicks or a knife. Pour the cream mix over the cake. USE ALL OF IT. TRUST ME. I NEVER LIE.
Once the cake is 100% cool, spread the whip cream on top. If you want, sprinkle chopped walnuts and fruit on top.
Serve to those you love or want to love. This cake is amazing and will make anyone want to marry you, and if they don't after one slice they aren't worth your time anyways. ;-)
Kentucky
Anyways. I have stories to tell.
First, my super awesome coworker gave me some delicious sweet banana peppers. Cept when she gave them to me I didn't know there were sweet and non-sweet varieties, aka spicy banana peppers. SO anyways, I took them home and stuffed them with cream cheese and wrapped them in bacon (turkey bacon since I am so healthy...haha) and baked them until they were crispy. THEY WERE SO GOOD. OMG! So then the next day when I was at farmers market and I saw a HUGE basket of banana peppers (notice I did not say SWEET banana peppers) for only two dollars I jumped on that shit like a fat kid on cake!
SO I get them home, and I do nothing with them for two days. Cause I am lazy.
Anyways, so I am sitting bored at home yesterday, and I see the peppers. I decide, you know what? I am making stuffed peppers today. SO I GRAB A PEPPER. I SLICE IT. I STUFF IT. I WRAP IT. I BAKE IT. While I am baking the pepper I decide to nibble on one of his uncooked friends.
BAD IDEA. Instantly my mouth is on fire. My eyes are watering. I rub my eyes. NOW my eyes are on fire, I am screaming in agony and I try to run to the sink, except I hit my knee on the cabinet. Ten minutes later I have mascara streaming down my face, red puffy eyes and I hate fucking banana peppers.
I hope they all die in a fire.