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Aug. 12th, 2003 11:41 pmOk, so I was sadly mistaken. I keep thinking I can stay away, but the siren song of the eljay keeps reeling me back in. I miss you when I'm gone! I need to know what rants, wanks and wars break out in my absence. I want to know who has posted pictures, any who is online to distract me from the million things I ought to be doing.
Randomly, though it can not be said enough, I am madly in love with Ivy. She is brilliant beyond words, and she actually speaks to me. I'm not quite sure why, but I hope that my unbridled enthusiasim is enough to hold her interest. <3
I have thrown essays in all directions hoping for the free money. We shall see what comes of it, come Christmas time.
geckotoes and
goldtoe have arrived. Great is my happiness that they are back in the (relitive) neighborhood, great is my sorrow that I shall not sleep until leaving for school.
It is a little known fact, that I rock as a cook. (Yes, I feel completely justified bragging about my l33t gourmand skillz. I am that good.) Having just returned from Spain with a fistful of recipies (Yes, I ask for recipies in resturants.), I thought it would be nice to host a bit of a dinner party, featuring a traditional Spanish lunch for dinner. (I was going for authenticity, but I do not expect Americans to clear their schedules for a three o clock lunch.)
If you had been at my house last night, I would have fed you ( this. ) I love cooking.
I learned to cook from a crazy (Why are all my teachers somehow prefaced with an adjective that makes them sound as if they should be locked away?) chef, who could multitask in ways I can only dream of. Rita, dahlink, that meal was for you.
I also went to the hospital. Three x-rays, a CAT scan, an ultrasound and four bloodlettings later, I was free again, beneath the bright blue sky. I don't know that any of you will notice it, but the above list contained no IVs. No IVs for me, no sir, no buddy. I have gained five pounds, and kept them on for, count them, two whole months. It's the longest I've managed to keep weight on in recored history. I have a stomach! Like a visable one! It is so cuuuuute! I am enamored with it.
Randomly, though it can not be said enough, I am madly in love with Ivy. She is brilliant beyond words, and she actually speaks to me. I'm not quite sure why, but I hope that my unbridled enthusiasim is enough to hold her interest. <3
I have thrown essays in all directions hoping for the free money. We shall see what comes of it, come Christmas time.
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It is a little known fact, that I rock as a cook. (Yes, I feel completely justified bragging about my l33t gourmand skillz. I am that good.) Having just returned from Spain with a fistful of recipies (Yes, I ask for recipies in resturants.), I thought it would be nice to host a bit of a dinner party, featuring a traditional Spanish lunch for dinner. (I was going for authenticity, but I do not expect Americans to clear their schedules for a three o clock lunch.)
If you had been at my house last night, I would have fed you ( this. ) I love cooking.
I learned to cook from a crazy (Why are all my teachers somehow prefaced with an adjective that makes them sound as if they should be locked away?) chef, who could multitask in ways I can only dream of. Rita, dahlink, that meal was for you.
I also went to the hospital. Three x-rays, a CAT scan, an ultrasound and four bloodlettings later, I was free again, beneath the bright blue sky. I don't know that any of you will notice it, but the above list contained no IVs. No IVs for me, no sir, no buddy. I have gained five pounds, and kept them on for, count them, two whole months. It's the longest I've managed to keep weight on in recored history. I have a stomach! Like a visable one! It is so cuuuuute! I am enamored with it.