Today I ate food and read and watched Parks and Rec.
That's it.
I wound up talking to Bruce until 3 in the morning and then reading The Name of the Star until past 4 in the morning. That was a bad idea. At one point when I was almost asleep and facing the wall one of my blankets fell off of me and I went completely still. I would have screamed if I weren't so freaked out.
Things had just started to get really creepy when I fell asleep and when I woke up and continued to read, that was still the case. I was alone in my house for the climax of it and when I was doing dishes and staring out the window after lunch I saw a boy run across the lawn and I jumped and dropped a knife in the sink. It is seriously a wonderful book. Alex, I highly, highly recommend you read it and then everything that Maureen Johnson has ever written because she is just so brilliant.
I just glanced down at my floor and there is a sock in an old marching band helmet.
Everyone should watch this video. I'm 21 minutes in and I WILL make it to the end.
Okay guys. I seem to be the only survivor of BEDA who I follow so I feel all right about ending this blog early. After all, "For a long time now, I thought I was just a survivor, but I'm not. I'm the winner. That's who I am. A Time Lord victorious"
Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Day 8: Star Trek Sundays
Happy Easter.
Last night I stayed up really late due to tea, custard, SNL, Doctor Who, and The Name of the Star. I wound up reading until nearly four in the morning. I slept until 11 then had a lazy day of more reading and a lot of eating. Left over pizza, sausage, cheesey potatoes, peeps, jelly beans, custard, cheese cake, bread, rice, and Arnold Palmer, tea, and water. It's nearly 11 at night and I still feel full from dinner which was about nine hours ago or something.
That was pretty much my day. I watched Torchwood after dinner. "Sleeper". I think that I had only seen that episode once before as well. Over winter break I watched the whole first series of Torchwood so I figured I would watch one from the beginning of the second. I had recently seen "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang" though so I went to the second.
After finishing Torchwood I had a while to kill before watching Star Trek with my friend Bruce on livestream at nine so I figured I'd start watching Parks and Rec. God I'm glad I did. 30 seconds in and I was in love. Leslie Knope. She's so cute. I just want to cuddle her. And Pawnee reminds me of my town a lot. Just weird and confused and apathetic. Home sweet home.
Bruce streamed a couple Deep Space Nine episodes. I had never seen any of DS:9 before and I was really confused. The first episode we watched was really weird and insane. Something about Cardassian data rods and getting the Romulans to join the war against the Dominion. I had no clue about any of it. It was still fun, though. We watched "The Wire" after that which was full of homosexual text (no subtext here) between Garak and Bashir. We of course had plenty of jokes to make. I love Bashir, though. He's quite attractive with a great voice and accent. When that was over I suggested we start with the pilot of The Original Series and see how long it took us to get to the newest movie. We're calling it "Star Trek Sundays". I'm excited. It should be really fun and kind of something to cement parts of my life together when I start college in August. I like Bruce's friends a lot and one of them actually lived in my town for a while and worked at the restaurant that my friends and I got kicked out of. It is a small world.
That's about it for today. I think I'll watch more Parks and read. A demain!
Last night I stayed up really late due to tea, custard, SNL, Doctor Who, and The Name of the Star. I wound up reading until nearly four in the morning. I slept until 11 then had a lazy day of more reading and a lot of eating. Left over pizza, sausage, cheesey potatoes, peeps, jelly beans, custard, cheese cake, bread, rice, and Arnold Palmer, tea, and water. It's nearly 11 at night and I still feel full from dinner which was about nine hours ago or something.
That was pretty much my day. I watched Torchwood after dinner. "Sleeper". I think that I had only seen that episode once before as well. Over winter break I watched the whole first series of Torchwood so I figured I would watch one from the beginning of the second. I had recently seen "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang" though so I went to the second.
After finishing Torchwood I had a while to kill before watching Star Trek with my friend Bruce on livestream at nine so I figured I'd start watching Parks and Rec. God I'm glad I did. 30 seconds in and I was in love. Leslie Knope. She's so cute. I just want to cuddle her. And Pawnee reminds me of my town a lot. Just weird and confused and apathetic. Home sweet home.
Bruce streamed a couple Deep Space Nine episodes. I had never seen any of DS:9 before and I was really confused. The first episode we watched was really weird and insane. Something about Cardassian data rods and getting the Romulans to join the war against the Dominion. I had no clue about any of it. It was still fun, though. We watched "The Wire" after that which was full of homosexual text (no subtext here) between Garak and Bashir. We of course had plenty of jokes to make. I love Bashir, though. He's quite attractive with a great voice and accent. When that was over I suggested we start with the pilot of The Original Series and see how long it took us to get to the newest movie. We're calling it "Star Trek Sundays". I'm excited. It should be really fun and kind of something to cement parts of my life together when I start college in August. I like Bruce's friends a lot and one of them actually lived in my town for a while and worked at the restaurant that my friends and I got kicked out of. It is a small world.
That's about it for today. I think I'll watch more Parks and read. A demain!
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Day 7: Untraditional Traditions
Okay, okay, it's actually a couple of hours into April 8th but I have reasons. I was partaking in my Saturday Before Easter Traditions.
One thing you should know about me is that I kind of have a thing for odd traditions. I think it's my family's fault. When you combine Ashkenazic Judaism with Irish Roman Catholicism, things get a little weird. You wind up eating bacon and latke sandwiches on Christmas Eve and decorating the Christmas tree with Stars of David and having Seder in Methodist churches and sometimes your dad will make a hamantaschen in the shape of a cross just because.
And my Saturday Before Easter traditions are
1.) Watch Doctor Who
2.) Make custard late at night.
I think you can tell where those came from.
Two years ago I got back from a trip to my good friend Kara's house on the Saturday before Easter. This was also the Saturday the "The Eleventh Hour" aired. After running circles around the house and shouting at the sky etc., I convinced my brother to make custard with me. We didn't use whole milk and it was a failure. Oh well. Next year I made it with whole milk and it was delicious. This year there was no new Doctor Who episode so after a day of reading, baking with my mom (another Easter tradition- My mom makes these delicious things called Bread Bunnies. They are bread made into the shape of bunnies with Hershey's kisses in the center for hearts. This year I helped and towards the end of making them my mom and I decided to get a little creative and put chocolate in the head, body, or tail. It was decided that whoever got the Bunny with the most chocolate would win Easter.), and talking with friends, I decided to watch Vampires of Venice.
I hadn't seen this episode since it aired nearly two years ago and HOLY CRAP!!!!!! SO GOOD!!!!!!!! Just really, really good. So much mention of the Silence and vampire fish from space and memories of studying for AP Euro. And Rory. Back when I first watched this episode I was still getting used to the new Doctor, I thought Amy was selfish and rude, and that Rory was annoying. I'm used to 11 now. Amy still is selfish but in a tolerable and realistic way. And I did not see Rory for what he was in this. He completely called the Doctor's bluff about what really made him dangerous was people trying to impress him and how it was even worse than putting people in these strange situations in the first place. Maybe I've grown to understand the Doctor better now or maybe I'm just older but two years ago I wouldn't take any criticism on the Doctor. I would take criticism on regenerations but not the man himself. I love him too much and too blindly. Now a combination of growing up a bit more and gaining experience and how well Matt has portrayed the flawed Doctor but I can see his faults now. And I like it. And in a way, Rory reminds me of myself. He's not cowed by things and kind of just takes it in stride that he's sword fighting a vampire fish from space with a broom and he speaks to everyone as an equal, most notably the Doctor which no one has ever really done before, at least not in the New Series. I think that if there is one character in Doctor Who that I misjudged the most, it would be Rory.
Tomorrow, Easter, I watch Torchwood.
One thing you should know about me is that I kind of have a thing for odd traditions. I think it's my family's fault. When you combine Ashkenazic Judaism with Irish Roman Catholicism, things get a little weird. You wind up eating bacon and latke sandwiches on Christmas Eve and decorating the Christmas tree with Stars of David and having Seder in Methodist churches and sometimes your dad will make a hamantaschen in the shape of a cross just because.
And my Saturday Before Easter traditions are
1.) Watch Doctor Who
2.) Make custard late at night.
I think you can tell where those came from.
Two years ago I got back from a trip to my good friend Kara's house on the Saturday before Easter. This was also the Saturday the "The Eleventh Hour" aired. After running circles around the house and shouting at the sky etc., I convinced my brother to make custard with me. We didn't use whole milk and it was a failure. Oh well. Next year I made it with whole milk and it was delicious. This year there was no new Doctor Who episode so after a day of reading, baking with my mom (another Easter tradition- My mom makes these delicious things called Bread Bunnies. They are bread made into the shape of bunnies with Hershey's kisses in the center for hearts. This year I helped and towards the end of making them my mom and I decided to get a little creative and put chocolate in the head, body, or tail. It was decided that whoever got the Bunny with the most chocolate would win Easter.), and talking with friends, I decided to watch Vampires of Venice.
I hadn't seen this episode since it aired nearly two years ago and HOLY CRAP!!!!!! SO GOOD!!!!!!!! Just really, really good. So much mention of the Silence and vampire fish from space and memories of studying for AP Euro. And Rory. Back when I first watched this episode I was still getting used to the new Doctor, I thought Amy was selfish and rude, and that Rory was annoying. I'm used to 11 now. Amy still is selfish but in a tolerable and realistic way. And I did not see Rory for what he was in this. He completely called the Doctor's bluff about what really made him dangerous was people trying to impress him and how it was even worse than putting people in these strange situations in the first place. Maybe I've grown to understand the Doctor better now or maybe I'm just older but two years ago I wouldn't take any criticism on the Doctor. I would take criticism on regenerations but not the man himself. I love him too much and too blindly. Now a combination of growing up a bit more and gaining experience and how well Matt has portrayed the flawed Doctor but I can see his faults now. And I like it. And in a way, Rory reminds me of myself. He's not cowed by things and kind of just takes it in stride that he's sword fighting a vampire fish from space with a broom and he speaks to everyone as an equal, most notably the Doctor which no one has ever really done before, at least not in the New Series. I think that if there is one character in Doctor Who that I misjudged the most, it would be Rory.
Tomorrow, Easter, I watch Torchwood.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Day 6: Team Prom?
Well yesterday's post was a little odd, wasn't it? I was quite frazzled due to a combination of an in-school mini-performance of Grease where people messed up and made it look like I missed an entrance. (I didn't.) A Passover seder at a Methodist church which always makes me a little uncomfortable. Thinking over what a great Penn State professor said in a couple of my classes he came to visit today. And the craziest prom drama ever. (I'll get to that in a bit.)
Today I watched the Office, went to the dentist where I had a slightly sassy oral hygienist. This woman was awesome. She must have been about 60 and was snarking it up over the dentist filling in while the normal guy was on vacation. Then I went to the library and got books. I love books. I'll have them all read before I go back to school probably. (Today was my first day of break.) After reading for a while and leftover matzoh ball soup eating, I went out with a few friends to bubble tea.
It was a lot of fun because the last time Natasia, Katharine, and I went for bub (we actually wound up eating ice cream) we talked about Natasia's love for this boy, Isaac. Today Natasia brought this Isaac with her. I heartily approve of this pairing even if Isaac does take my spot as the man in the group.
Laura was there as well and this brings me to the prom stuff.
I said earlier in the month that I had a date. I do. My friend Aubrey. But let me give you some history first.
In February I asked my friend Peter. He was already going with a friend of his from work, Katie. A while later I asked my friend Chris who is a year older and we always have a good time when we do something. He couldn't go. Last Saturday I asked Aubrey after the SciOly competition. He said yes three days later. Good, yeah?
Well yesterday my friend Allison told me that Katie had backed out and that Peter was going to ask our friend Brianna. But Brianna has wanted to go with this other guy. Apparently she's liked him for a really, really long time. So she said no. Laura's boyfriend, Mike, leaves for Navy training before prom so he can't go with her. She was going to ask Aubrey but then she talked to Aubrey and found out that I had asked him. So she said that he should go with me. So Aubrey agreed to go with me and the next period told me so. While we were sitting next to Peter in the library. So Peter knows I have a date and won't ask me. But if he did ask me then Laura would go with Aubrey. And if I go with Aubrey then I would suggest to my friend Tori, also lacking a date, that she should go with Adam, a friend from the trivia team we're on with Aubrey.
On top of that about 327458257478475 people want to go with friend Will who already has a date.
I have made it nearly 4 years with no major high school drama. And now with 10 weeks left until graduation, we get this mess. My life is turning into a poorly written teen romantic comedy that people will forget about for 10 years after it's release then find it on Netflix and watch with their friends when they're bored. I will be a cult classic.
Is it too weird to call a "Team Prom" meeting with all of the people listed above and sort this thing out?
Reading back on this post this does not sound like anything that would ever happen in my life. Ever. But here we are.
Today I watched the Office, went to the dentist where I had a slightly sassy oral hygienist. This woman was awesome. She must have been about 60 and was snarking it up over the dentist filling in while the normal guy was on vacation. Then I went to the library and got books. I love books. I'll have them all read before I go back to school probably. (Today was my first day of break.) After reading for a while and leftover matzoh ball soup eating, I went out with a few friends to bubble tea.
It was a lot of fun because the last time Natasia, Katharine, and I went for bub (we actually wound up eating ice cream) we talked about Natasia's love for this boy, Isaac. Today Natasia brought this Isaac with her. I heartily approve of this pairing even if Isaac does take my spot as the man in the group.
Laura was there as well and this brings me to the prom stuff.
I said earlier in the month that I had a date. I do. My friend Aubrey. But let me give you some history first.
In February I asked my friend Peter. He was already going with a friend of his from work, Katie. A while later I asked my friend Chris who is a year older and we always have a good time when we do something. He couldn't go. Last Saturday I asked Aubrey after the SciOly competition. He said yes three days later. Good, yeah?
Well yesterday my friend Allison told me that Katie had backed out and that Peter was going to ask our friend Brianna. But Brianna has wanted to go with this other guy. Apparently she's liked him for a really, really long time. So she said no. Laura's boyfriend, Mike, leaves for Navy training before prom so he can't go with her. She was going to ask Aubrey but then she talked to Aubrey and found out that I had asked him. So she said that he should go with me. So Aubrey agreed to go with me and the next period told me so. While we were sitting next to Peter in the library. So Peter knows I have a date and won't ask me. But if he did ask me then Laura would go with Aubrey. And if I go with Aubrey then I would suggest to my friend Tori, also lacking a date, that she should go with Adam, a friend from the trivia team we're on with Aubrey.
On top of that about 327458257478475 people want to go with friend Will who already has a date.
I have made it nearly 4 years with no major high school drama. And now with 10 weeks left until graduation, we get this mess. My life is turning into a poorly written teen romantic comedy that people will forget about for 10 years after it's release then find it on Netflix and watch with their friends when they're bored. I will be a cult classic.
Is it too weird to call a "Team Prom" meeting with all of the people listed above and sort this thing out?
Reading back on this post this does not sound like anything that would ever happen in my life. Ever. But here we are.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Day 5: What do you want?
I have to write this blogpost and I'm sorry but I really don't want to. I don't want to write about all that happened today because it's real enough already. So I'm not actually going to say anything about today other than the fact that 24 hours ago things were much simpler. Now they're complicated. And I don't like it. And now we're on break and I won't see anyone for a week so I'll be sitting here refreshing facebook and clutching onto my phone even though I don't have his number and I have to go to the dentist tomorrow and I worry about missing him like I did earlier tonight when I did laundry and crap I was doing laundry and I don't care I'll just leave everything in the dryer until it's absolutely necessary to take it out because I don't care.
Also Alex is really nice to me. Thank you Alex. You're wonderful.
Also Alex is really nice to me. Thank you Alex. You're wonderful.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Day 4: The Spectrum of Suffering
Today instead of talking about what I did because it really wasn't much, I want to respond to something that Clare posted on a blog post of Alex's. (Clare and Alex seem to be who I will be traveling with down this BEDA rode so you should get to know them.)
I'm taking what Clare said a bit out of context but I find it also works for what I mean. She wrote "In fiction, the problems matter. In fiction, when something tugs at the morals of a character, the character does something about it, and when the character tries hard at it, it works."
What I really want to focus on are the phrases "In fiction, the problems matter" and "when the character tries hard at it, it works." "The problems matter." "It works." This reminded me of something I have been thinking about for a while now. That is what I call the Spectrum of Suffering and also the fact that fiction kills you.
Fiction creates these neat little world where authors put variations of problems that can happen in ours. They use the problems in our world as an example for what they create in their own. Then when we read about these, we use them as examples for how to solve the problem. It's like fiction is one of those transforming boxes from math class that I never understood that you put a number into and it modifies it. Or like orders being passed down a line of generals and officials at Valley Forge, slowly being translated from one language to another until they were shouted out in English by Alexander Hamilton. Fiction is a way of passing on ideas without discussing them directly. And when this happens, they tend to become inflated.
Oh, your boyfriend doesn't like your best friend? Here. Now one is a vampire and the other a werewolf and their families have been feuding for ages. That will help.
You're trying to make friends at your new school and want to figure out what the point of living is? Will it help if the girl you're in love with kills herself while driving to her mother's grave with a vase of metaphor flowers in the back?
You've been friends with this girl for ages and you've just been through a really rough patch in your relationship with her and you abandoned her but you still love her? Why don't you make out in the middle of a war after killing a bit of your enemy's soul!?
Now here is where the Spectrum of Suffering comes in. It is a very normal thing when you're feeling down for someone to try and comfort you by saying "Well it could be worse. You have a house. You have food. You live in a democracy. You're not a starving child in Bangladesh or a rape victim in Sudan or an Iraq war veteran with PTSD."
To them I would like to say "Yes. I know I am none of those things. But how does that fact make me feel any better? Reminding me of all of the suffering in the world only makes me feel more miserable."
Because here is the thing: No matter how hard you try, you cannot imagine the pain of something you have never experienced. It is like trying to remember exactly how it felt when you broke your arm. You just can't bring that feeling back.
Pain you feel cannot be conveyed to someone else so do not let them tell you it is no big deal. Your pain is not imagined and because you can't feel someone else's emotions, what is happening inside your head is just as intense as what is happening in someone else's. When it feels like the end of the world, it damn well feels like the end of the world.
So the Spectrum of Suffering does not extend between people. Everyone has their own Spectrum. When I found out I may be grounded due to FAA regulations back on January 31st, it felt like the sky had fallen and I was suffocating beneath it but I still couldn't reach it. If my Spectrum runs from 1 to 10 I would mark this as about a 9. But Alex and Clare each have different benchmarks than I do and there is no way to possibly compare them.
Fiction minimizes our suffering by expanding it. It makes your everyday problems appear trifling when you compare failing your math test to winning back the love of Daisy Buchanan. But Jay Gatsby did not take the test and therefore cannot tell you who is feeling worse.
I love fiction, but it can be belittling.
So whenever someone puts their arm around your shoulder and starts to say "Get some perspective-" or "Well this may seem like a big deal-" or "Think of starving kids in Africa-" or "At least you aren't chasing after a white whale", just look at them and say "No."
I'm taking what Clare said a bit out of context but I find it also works for what I mean. She wrote "In fiction, the problems matter. In fiction, when something tugs at the morals of a character, the character does something about it, and when the character tries hard at it, it works."
What I really want to focus on are the phrases "In fiction, the problems matter" and "when the character tries hard at it, it works." "The problems matter." "It works." This reminded me of something I have been thinking about for a while now. That is what I call the Spectrum of Suffering and also the fact that fiction kills you.
Fiction creates these neat little world where authors put variations of problems that can happen in ours. They use the problems in our world as an example for what they create in their own. Then when we read about these, we use them as examples for how to solve the problem. It's like fiction is one of those transforming boxes from math class that I never understood that you put a number into and it modifies it. Or like orders being passed down a line of generals and officials at Valley Forge, slowly being translated from one language to another until they were shouted out in English by Alexander Hamilton. Fiction is a way of passing on ideas without discussing them directly. And when this happens, they tend to become inflated.
Oh, your boyfriend doesn't like your best friend? Here. Now one is a vampire and the other a werewolf and their families have been feuding for ages. That will help.
You're trying to make friends at your new school and want to figure out what the point of living is? Will it help if the girl you're in love with kills herself while driving to her mother's grave with a vase of metaphor flowers in the back?
You've been friends with this girl for ages and you've just been through a really rough patch in your relationship with her and you abandoned her but you still love her? Why don't you make out in the middle of a war after killing a bit of your enemy's soul!?
Now here is where the Spectrum of Suffering comes in. It is a very normal thing when you're feeling down for someone to try and comfort you by saying "Well it could be worse. You have a house. You have food. You live in a democracy. You're not a starving child in Bangladesh or a rape victim in Sudan or an Iraq war veteran with PTSD."
To them I would like to say "Yes. I know I am none of those things. But how does that fact make me feel any better? Reminding me of all of the suffering in the world only makes me feel more miserable."
Because here is the thing: No matter how hard you try, you cannot imagine the pain of something you have never experienced. It is like trying to remember exactly how it felt when you broke your arm. You just can't bring that feeling back.
Pain you feel cannot be conveyed to someone else so do not let them tell you it is no big deal. Your pain is not imagined and because you can't feel someone else's emotions, what is happening inside your head is just as intense as what is happening in someone else's. When it feels like the end of the world, it damn well feels like the end of the world.
So the Spectrum of Suffering does not extend between people. Everyone has their own Spectrum. When I found out I may be grounded due to FAA regulations back on January 31st, it felt like the sky had fallen and I was suffocating beneath it but I still couldn't reach it. If my Spectrum runs from 1 to 10 I would mark this as about a 9. But Alex and Clare each have different benchmarks than I do and there is no way to possibly compare them.
Fiction minimizes our suffering by expanding it. It makes your everyday problems appear trifling when you compare failing your math test to winning back the love of Daisy Buchanan. But Jay Gatsby did not take the test and therefore cannot tell you who is feeling worse.
I love fiction, but it can be belittling.
So whenever someone puts their arm around your shoulder and starts to say "Get some perspective-" or "Well this may seem like a big deal-" or "Think of starving kids in Africa-" or "At least you aren't chasing after a white whale", just look at them and say "No."
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Day 3: Losing already?
Whoops! I nearly forgot to blog today. It's nearly 9:30 pm and I'm in my pajamas I have just let time slip by. I got home from Grease rehearsal nearly an hour ago (wouldn't you know it a hand-jive was playing on the radio on my way back home) and I've just been sitting on tumblr. I have to read two more chapters of The Scarlet Letter and study for a gov test I have tomorrow and possibly look over some biology answers. Like all three of those are actually going to happen.
Uh, let's pretend I'm interviewing myself.
So Heather, what has happened today?
Uh, we square danced in gym (YESSSSSAJkg;hda/klfhadjlh!!!!!!!!!) and I ran into a stray cat on my walk home?
How wonderful! Would you say this happens often?
Um, no. We don't spend nearly enough time square dancing. We should take the emphasis off of swimming and put it on square dancing. (In this town, square dancing may save your life just as much as swimming. Thankfully I'm good at both.) And the cat was really unexpected.
And is that all that has happened? Nothing else? Just square dancing, finding a cat, and rehearsal?
Well yeah pretty much. I watched some of the Office and Arrested Development, too. I was going to make custard because two years ago today The Eleventh Hour came out. I planned on celebrating Custard Day and was all ready when I got home but then I remembered that it is Easter/Passover season and my family goes through A LOT of eggs. I mean a lot. We're talking dozens. I think the all time record was 60 eggs a few years ago or something like that. And custard needs a lot of eggs, too and I just didn't think we had enough to spare. I wound up being right because we had eggs for dinner. I hadn't had an egg in a while because I just got really sick of them but they're pretty good.
So, moral of the blog: Eggs and stray cats. Now it's off to the English reading for me. I'll see you tomorrow, bloggies! (I probably shouldn't say that again.)
P.s. Oh and also I wound up with a prom date so that's pretty great. Okay bye.
Uh, let's pretend I'm interviewing myself.
So Heather, what has happened today?
Uh, we square danced in gym (YESSSSSAJkg;hda/klfhadjlh!!!!!!!!!) and I ran into a stray cat on my walk home?
How wonderful! Would you say this happens often?
Um, no. We don't spend nearly enough time square dancing. We should take the emphasis off of swimming and put it on square dancing. (In this town, square dancing may save your life just as much as swimming. Thankfully I'm good at both.) And the cat was really unexpected.
And is that all that has happened? Nothing else? Just square dancing, finding a cat, and rehearsal?
Well yeah pretty much. I watched some of the Office and Arrested Development, too. I was going to make custard because two years ago today The Eleventh Hour came out. I planned on celebrating Custard Day and was all ready when I got home but then I remembered that it is Easter/Passover season and my family goes through A LOT of eggs. I mean a lot. We're talking dozens. I think the all time record was 60 eggs a few years ago or something like that. And custard needs a lot of eggs, too and I just didn't think we had enough to spare. I wound up being right because we had eggs for dinner. I hadn't had an egg in a while because I just got really sick of them but they're pretty good.
So, moral of the blog: Eggs and stray cats. Now it's off to the English reading for me. I'll see you tomorrow, bloggies! (I probably shouldn't say that again.)
P.s. Oh and also I wound up with a prom date so that's pretty great. Okay bye.
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