Experimental dinner tonight. Decided to mess around with a new way to make meatloaf. Mixed some pizza sauce in with the bread crumbs, egg, and meat, then topped it with the rest of the pizza sauce, which I had mixed with brown sugar, vinegar, water, and Worcestershire sauce. Should be interesting, to say the least. I’m gonna call it pizza loaf. haha.
So, you want to make the world a better place? Too bad it’s never gonna happen.
Of all the types, you have to be one of the hardest to find fault in. You have a selfless and caring nature. You’re a good listener and someone who wants to avoid conflict. You genuinely desire to do good.
Of course, these all add up to an incredibly overpowered conscience which makes you feel guilty and responsible when anything goes wrong. Of course, it MUST be your fault EVERYTIME.
Though you’re constantly on a mission to find the truth, you have no use for hard facts and logic, which is a source of great confusion for those of us with brains. Despite this, in a losing argument, you’re not above spouting off inaccurate fact after fact in an effort to protect your precious values.
You’re most probably a perfectionist, which in this case, is a bad thing. Any group work is destined to fail because of your incredibly high standards.
Disregard what I said before. You’re just easy to find fault in as everyone else!
Luckily, you’re generally very hard on yourself, meaning I don’t need to waste my precious time insulting you. Instead, just find all your own faults and insult yourself.
If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, check out this.
Mmkay, so I just got back from the library. Walked home in a downpour of sleet. Needless to say, my face stings…a lot.
Anyway, as soon as I handed the librarian my books(Lies and Plague), she asked me to write a review of both so she could hang it on the YA corkboard thing. It said For ages 12-18. When I told her I wasn’t between those ages, she shushed me, said I could pass for a teenager, then had me fill out a slip of paper with my review. Haha.
Then we went on the search for The Iron King by Julie Kagawa. Said it was in, but after searching both the adult section and the teen section, we couldn’t find it anywhere. How disappointing. So she put it on hold for me from one of the other county libraries.
I found 2 books to check out, plus I had one on hold that had come in yesterday. I went up to the desk to check out and another librarian came over to help me. While looking through the pile of books that were on hold, this little old lady came in. Must have been around 70. She had The Hunger Games in her hand. She placed it on the counter next to me and asked the third librarian if they had Catching Fire. She wanted to read it because she enjoyed the first one quite a bit.
I wanted to hug this woman and jump up and down and gush all over her, but I kept my excitement in check. I didn’t even speak to her, which I’m kind of regretting. I wanted to ask if she shipped Peeta and Katniss or Gale and Katniss. I wanted to take her under my wing and welcome her to the best fandom out there. haha. But she probably would have had me locked up. I really hope she gets Catching Fire, though.
Anyway, as I was checking out, I spotted a signup sheet for this Cabin Fever thing. It’s a Book Club For Adults 18+. I asked the librarian waiting on me if I could sign up. She looked at me, looked at the books I was checking out(3 YA novels), then asked how old I was. When I said 27, she smiled and said she was surprised because I didn’t look that old, and that she assumed I was around 18 ‘cause of what I was checking out. I took that as a compliment. Youthful looks ftw!
Anyway, from February 1st to February 29th, every book I read earns me an entry into these prize drawings. They’re giving away three baskets of goodies. I want to win one.
Know what irks me? When people say things like “dye your hair.”
You DON’T dye your hair. You color it. You dye clothing.
Also, people who say they “pluck their eyebrows”.
You DON’T pluck your eyebrows. You tweeze them. You pluck a chicken.
The only reason this bothers me is because, in high school, I went to the Vo-Tech half-day from 10th-12th grade and took 2 years of cosmetology(why, I don’t know, ‘cause I honestly hated working on other people’s hair). This was something the teacher ALWAYS drove into our heads, so to this day, it still sticks with me. My last year there, by the way, was Digital Media Technology. Didn’t care much for that, either, although I was one of the top five students.
#119 The first time that Annie took her small son to the beach, he ran to the ocean with a cry of laughter that was so reminiscent of his father that, just for a moment, Annie could have sworn that Finnick was laughing too.
So I started this fanfic back in November of 2010. My last update was March 18th 2011. It’s coming up on a year since I’ve written anything for it. I know how I want it to end, but I still need more middle parts to fill in some missing details. I have no motivation on continuing it…
If anyone wants to read it and give me suggestions/opinions/etc, that’d be super. Yeah, it’s a Twilight fanfic, but the people in that fandom are nutters and give the most feedback. Plus, turning Edward into an abusive pyscho is fun. And making Bella a snivelling, naive bimbo is also entertaining. :)
People on Neopets piss me off. Don’t act like I’m some newbie who knows nothing, just because my account is 2 months old. I’m REBUILDING. And putting a facepalm smiley in the neomail just makes you look even stupider. I’ve been on Neo for 10 years. I think I know what I am doing.