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Oh I still suck at cooking too, yet somehow I manage to make something edible, but definitely not without making a huge mess or burning something.  I have grown up things to do now. yay.

What brought me here?

Uh..I guess I'm back! Don't ask me why I was gone for so long, I wish I knew. I guess I forgot how writing made me feel so happy. I just like to share my life for everyone to read and relate to. So here I go!!....Life has been the shits. :) Doesn't that just make everyone feel great! Sorry this post may not make you feel in a happy giddy mood. It may not make anyone smile, but me, I'm glad to get it all out! Write it out I say! Uhhh where do I start, I havent been here in so long!
This story is long, and unexciting.
All hell broke loose.
Things got better.
And yet I'm still feeling down.
WHY!?
My brain is boggled, I don't know what to say and where to start. I am now 23, moved out of home, living with what I hope to be the love of my life, parents are divorced, surrounded in a lot of anger and resent from my family, and I'm somewhere in the middle.  But on a side note, things are ok, coming from the most optimistic person ever, I just know things will be ok, time heals, and I have someone in my life that keeps me happy. Thank god for that. Today is a boring day most likely why I'm here. I just need to release, writing here helps, I'm glad I came back. I will try to stick around this time :) OK..back to my depressing rant.
I WISH I COULD SAY HOW I FEEL..
I'm scared of the consequences, what will happen if I say what I'm thinking.BLANK.
!!!!???!!?!?!?@#$^&
my head hurts. This has been great. Thank you.
goodbye again

Blah is how I feel

Title pretty much says it all. Haven't written in forver, Im sorry blog. I missed you too.  And I still have absolutely nothing valauble to say. Schools almost done, ready to start all over again. Completely confused as to what program I want to major in. Its slowly killing me. I like animals,lots. I might be a veterinary technician. But, I like psychology as well, you'll never guess how long it took me to learn to spell that word correctly. (I hope I got it right this time, that would be embarassing)...Where on earth is my spell check!? I have lost all ability to spell properly due to auto correct and spell check, Its a great thing really.  I love to learn about the human mind, why people are so crazy. Just kidding, I really like to talk to people, I can relate.  Coming from someone going slowly nuts. Its funny the only time I decide to pick my pen ahem keyboard up and write a blog for the first time in far to long; I have something far more important to be attending too. I have a test in approximately 7 days. Who am I kidding its definitely not approximately. It is for sure in 7 days. Agggghhhh. Hense the slightly blah feeling. The weather is terrible. It is ultimately affecting my life. Any mishaps or negative moods radiating from the frown on my face I plan to blame on this this weather. I HATE RAIN. Its so moody, especially when the sky is tricking you with a peek of sun, its a teasing effect, and it is not fair. Its delightfully cold out to, one significant other would argue. But here I sit with freezing hands wishing I was bundled up as if it were snowing a nasty blizzard.  Oh look at that, it stopped raining. Lets see how long it lasts this time. On average it lasts about 2 seconds. Yet the gloomy dark clouds stick around just to remind me that the rain storm is just taking a little break, but it will be back, I can count on it.   I dont even know what to think right now. I am a bit grumpy. goodbye blog. That is all for now. Maybe next time we will meet again in a better mood.

And I quote "the kitchen hates me"

Ah Its been a while since my last blog attempting to battle the stove...Which brings me here today. Its around 11 pm as I stumble into the kitchen, grumpy pants and all, to cure my midnight sweet tooth, I was going to make hot chocolate. My stubborn conscience pointed out that I couldn't just make instant hot chocolate, a bag of flavoured goodness a fancy mug, and hot water.Simple right? My conscious defeated my common sense once again, as I flicked on the 'correct' burner. Fully aware that I chose the right one...right bottom circle matches right bottom burner. I searched through my fridge checking the expiry dates on the 3 different jugs of milk. How else do you make hot chocolate? Boil milk add real chunks of chocolate, a few marshmellows and voila!, complete satisfaction. The kitchen proved me wrong once again. All was going well, I was nearly drooling over the steaming brown liquid as I threw in large marshmellows. You can tell someone who cant cook is the type to cook everything on high because it will cook faster right? well I'm that person. Suddenly my late night dessert is spilling all over the stove, quite rapidly I must admit. The stove is now smoking, my marshmellows are burning to the inside of the burner, the fan is running on as high as it will go, and I'm throwing a hissy fit. What else is new..Kitchen 3 Jessica 0. Chef Ramsey would kick me out of the kitchen..YES CHEF!

The kitchen kicked my ass today..but it was delicious.

I really didn't intend to write all my blogs about cooking,I don't enjoy cooking, although I do enjoy eating. Hence the reason I challenged the evil stove again tonight. Mother and I made a paprika breaded chicken with pesto sauce pasta, well sort of I made a tomato sauce for mine, fresh mushrooms, garlic, tomatoes and almost every spice in my cupboard. moms consisted of garlic, olive oil, Parmesan cheese and basil. I must admit it was sort of fun. Yes I had my mishaps once again as I do always, Ive got to be the most clumsy person known to the cooking world. Its really quite ridiculous. I managed to literally grab the stove rack...and yeah I had a pot holder in hand, unfortunately my right thumb managed to escape. the rest went downhill from there, although after my screaming hissy fit and unavoidable cursing, things went slightly back to normal. We were almost finished when it was time to drain our perfectly cooked multi grain noodles. Mom put the lid on and proceeded to ask my dad to drain them, Well that's where I stepped in I recall saying something along the lines of "We don't need dad to drain the noodles, I can do it, who needs a man, I dont, I'll do it." (after proclaiming about what seemed to be 50 times that I dont need a man, I proceeded to ask him to open a jar that I needed, boy did that one bite me in the ass) anyways, I had less then an inch of water left in the pot when i dropped the whole darn thing of noodles into our sink, that I really don't think was cleaned out after we washed dishes...yuck. I re-boiled the water cleaned off the noodles and voila...perfection. (I wasn't going to waste a full pot of noodles) so yes we ate them and it was Delicious. I did manage to ruin my meal by running over to the nearest corner store for a bucket of strawberry shortcake ice cream to share with my mother. I am so full! But it was well worth it. We split the whole bucket in half, otherwise we wouldn't have agreed to sharing, we both dug out all the strawberry chunks and left it. Its funny how alike we are. We topped off the night watching No reservations, an amazing movie I must admit.We are such chicks.

"I could blog about burning down the house"

"I hate cooking."This ones for Julie Powell, thanks to her creative cooking blog. I was truly inspired. For what seemed to be 5 minutes. Sorry Julie I tried. My mother decided to teach me how to make a simple bechemel sauce. ( some white creamy sauce) I don't know cooking terms, language or anything else along those lines. In fact Ive always convinced myself that I hated cooking, apparently its not my forte. My mother was a chef in cooking school or something like that point being is she loves cooking to high heaven. So lets rewind here, this wasn't my first attempt. It all began one afternoon while my stomach was trying to tell me that after starving myself all morning I should finally eat something...all hail Kraft dinner macaroni. The most simple food an eight year old can accomplish, boil water add noodles drain add sauce milk and butter, and if all else fails read the step by step instructions on the side. So here I am in our one person size kitchen, 4 burners 4 dials and a pot. My mother has a knack for saving crushed egg shells in a container for her plants that she leaves on our stove top.OK this is easy fill the pot turn the dial wait for it to boil, until then I walk away to watch some television show. 10 minutes pass and I realize I have forgotten to check my boiling water, and much to my surprise my water is still ice cold-the only thing boiling is my moms container of egg shells. How on earth did I manage to turn on the wrong dial that is so simply labeled with matching filled in circles just so this sort of thing could be avoided. and I've run into the impossible. so now our stove is on fire and there is melted plastic cooking away-yum. add the cheese and lunch is served. That was my first attempt. Second attempt, that would be today, making a delicious sauce, spending quality time with my mom learning to cook (something shes always wanted to share with me) Things are going great, sauce is waiting to thicken! I loved it. My dad walks in asking when dinners ready and just happens to notice our rice cooker is smoking. Mom and I just figured it was smoking cause It was cooking rice for supper. We soon came to realize that the rice cooker was melted to the bottom of our platter plate it usually sits on. Once again Ive turned on the wrong burner. We now need a new rice cooker and Ive given up cooking. The kitchen hates me.

A late Ponder

I should be sleeping, as I continue to sit here glued to this computer and completely infatuated with the life stalking powers of all my friends new and old, also known as Facebook. After I changed my profile picture 3 times, went throught ALL my old pictures, friends new pictures, played my game, changed my status, deleted my status, changed my status again I think I just might be satisfied. And I'm now sitting here talking to my virtual mind. I had absolutely no intentions on what I might write in the big blank box but as the minutes pass by I somehow manage to fill the once empty space with a random thought. ...I re read. I write some more, look at the time, feel a slight pit in the bottom of my stomach reminding me that waking up at 7 will not be easy if I continue. Have I stopped...no. My mind is still very full. Of nothing. I should have attempted to write a blog a week ago when I was high on life and had something to talk about, something that might be worth reading. Well enjoy my empty virtual mind. Cause right now its killing me knowing that I could and rather should be laying in my unconfomfortable single sized bed over ruled by too many pillows, three blankets, and a cat. Sounds slightly endearing. Oscar is wandering around aimlessly in circles waiting for me to let him into my parents room so he can sleep with his best doggy friend. Well if I have to suffer so shall he. I could go on and on about how inspiring my life is at times and how great it is to be alive yadda yadda... the kind of stuff people like to read or feel they need to read to keep some sort of hope in thier lives. Well my life is on fast forward right now and apparently the only time I can slow down to let my mind spill is when I should be getting my valuable sleep. Dare I take that time from playing endless Nintendo Wii games and watching American Dad. Atleast I have the memory of how wonderful my past week was and what lessons I learned. When I feel like it, then maybe I will share it here. Until then..I bid you farewell until possibly tomorrow morning when I show my mom my brand new and improved blog and she tells me how much she loves it. Now I am very tired. Goodnight all.