pressure, pancakes, and pandas

what happens when you type "pancake panda" into Google Images

What do pancakes and pandas have to do with this post? Well, for one they both start with P. That is maybe the end of the list though.

I am feeling under A LOT of pressure lately. This is largely due to my own procrastination. For some reason, I am unable to do anything until I suddenly realize I am horribly behind in absolutely everything and I am so stressed out I can hardly breathe.

This happened today.

For some reason, I can never wake up before 7am. My body just outright refuses. It's like it doesn't care at all about my success or well-being. So, although every day this week I've intended to get up at 6, or at the latest 6:30, I get up at 7. Even this morning. When I have a lab at 8am that takes 25 minutes to walk to.

Unfortunately, that means I don't get anything done in the morning. I also don't get anything done during the day because I am retarded. I don't get anything done at night because...I am still retarded. Basically, I don't get anything done ever.

When you never do anything, the things just build up and build up. Soon the world is a vortex of doom and also things you needed to do ages ago but never did.

A good thing to do when you have so many things that need to be done you are sweating under the pressure and will never have time to finish, is to blog.

Love,

Lizzy ;)

confession: i love rainstorms

this isn't my picture. i am not that cool.

Clad hates rainstorms. He hates it when it's overcast. He hates it when it snows. Pretty much the only weather Clad like is warm and sunny. Which is great, everybody loves warmth and sun.

But truth be told, I actually like rainstorms. I love sitting inside with a cup of hot chocolate and watching the rain come down in sheets. I love the slight danger of driving. I love reading at Borders and hearing the pound of water on asphalt outside. Of course, I don't actually like being in the rain. It is only cool if you are inside, and it is outside. It is not cool at all when you are both contained in the same space. That is the opposite of cool.

Right now, it is just the sort of weather Clad hates. Let's just say, I'm loving it. Shh, don't tell.

Love,

Lizzy ;)

domestic goddess? FAIL.

this is not my child or my picture. i do want a child though. someday.

One thing I love to do is cook. I love cooking. Unfortunately, I am a terrible cook.

There was the time where I decided to make squash and, for some reason, added beets to the yellow squash in the pan. The yellow squash turned a brilliant and disgusting pink. Even I couldn't stomach this particular creation. It was bright pink, though. Seriously. Pink.

Then there was the time I decided to make a tuna rice casserole and added oregano instead of thyme and carrots instead of peas...resulting in a disgusting, disgusting thing that actually moved as if it were alive. Well, maybe not that crazy, but close. It was AWFUL.

But I am working on it. I am determined to become a domestic goddess. And when I am determined to do something, usually I give up because I'm not good at it. This time WILL be different. That is what I said to myself. Not out loud. That would be weird.

So today I decided to make a butternut-quinoa soup. It sounds awesome, to me. So I went to Walmart. They didn't have butternut squash. I now know you cannot substitute something like beets or radishes or carrots and get the same result. They didn't have quinoa either. I decided against making a beet-rice soup, because that sounds disgusting.

So I decided to make chicken soup. But I couldn't find curry powder and, again, am too scared to substitute. Also too scared to stray from the recipe book. Cookbook. They are called cookbooks. I am an idiot.

In the end, I came back from Walmart with the ingredients to make salad and breakfast burritos. Also some plain yogurt, fruit, and cottage cheese. Plain yogurt is actually really good if you drizzle some honey on it. That's how they do it in France, and it is a wonderful plan.

Poor Clad. I may never be a domestic goddess.

Love,

Lizzy ;)

wheat and hot chocolate: NOT the same thing

Well, we all know Lizzy can't eat wheat, otherwise she throws up for hours and it is highly unpleasant and stuff. But an important distinction to make when discussing wheat and not eating it is, what is wheat exactly?

I will tell you what wheat is not first. Wheat is not:

• Ice cream
• Hot chocolate
• Peanut butter
• Beef
• Potato
• Broccoli
• Cheese
  
• Bears

Wheat is:

• Bread
• Crackers
• Graham crackers
• Flour
• Cookies
• Brownies
• Cake
• Cinnamon rolls
• Pancakes
• Wheat.

So if you want to poison me, make sure you check this list, because hot chocolate and beef are ineffective poisons. Highly ineffective. You are welcome.

Love,

Lizzy ;)

gray linoleum

It has been kind of a dismal day.

It has been rainy and cloudy and coldish. Things that, with the companionship of Clad, or perhaps a bunch of girlfriends, are fun and cozy, but which alone are rather, well, lonely. I haven't been doing well in school, owing to a crippling inability to study (I still haven't figured it out). I still feel fat, and I'm not always grateful for that. I miss that guy I'm in love with. I'm out of shape. I'm alone and bored with life. Everything feels kind of like gray linoleum.

But then, I'm sitting on gray linoleum. I've just eaten tuna in corn tortillas with cucumber, which is strangely very good. I had a meeting with Dr. Bushes, who is always supportive and telling me how great I am, even though he's a genius and my meager efforts are unimpressive at best.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, maybe gray linoleum isn't so bad after all. But let's be honest, who loves gray linoleum?

Love,

Lizzy ;)

PS-Happy fall :)