A Little Bit Serious Now

I found this on Tumblr…

Little tiny grains of sands metamorphosing, mutating, morphing into giant, endless billows of thick earth, blanketing us, raining down on us as we sit across each other in your car, where the sound is muffled and the sky is falling. No one wants to leave it like this, a cliffhanger to mull over all night, but no one knows how to tie our loose ends so we can say goodnight in peace

Along with this picture…






I feel a bit like that girl in the picture, and the words that go along with it. Sometimes. Engulfed and overtaken by so many things crashing over you all at once. Like a wave. But isn’t that life? Its not complicated. We go through each day not knowing what the end will be. Sometimes I get this way, wondering what’s to come. Wondering who I might actually be in the Universe that we live in.

Last week was a killer for me. It has left me physically and emotionally drained and it was only the first week of 10 weeks to come. But I digress. I’m done. I needed a moment where I stand looking over that dark chasm, wondering what would happen if I fall. But thankfully, I never fall.

Fairy Tales: Captain America...I loved his short, gawky self be...

Fairy Tales: Captain America...I loved his short, gawky self be...: "So you all know that I am a geek? Or is it nerd? Whichever one has to do with comics/movies/tv shows. Actually, I’m probably both. But whate..."

Captain America...I loved his short, gawky self before the hotness he becomes...

So you all know that I am a geek? Or is it nerd? Whichever one has to do with comics/movies/tv shows. Actually, I’m probably both. But whatever! The point is…Captain America.

So at first I didn’t want to see it. At first meaning the first preview was awful and I had no desire to see it. Then they got better and better and now I am SO excited to see it. Though I have one issue…

That WOMAN! Whatever her name is. So we have our main character who starts are scrawny and short. But he has a heart of gold and if it were me I’d be in love with him just for that. This woman, in all of her “beauty” *yeah, she’s pretty and yeah she has an hot accent. But whatever* has no interest in him AT ALL. UNTIL…dun dun dun…he suddenly is all HOT and Godlike. WTF girl? Or rather…WTF Captain America. Why would you love a woman who loved you for your hot self and not your inner self. Now, I’ve never read the comic and I haven’t seen the movie. So maybe she loved him from the beginning. I don’t know. But the previews are not spinning it that way and I am very disappointed in American Cinema for doing this.

I will still see the movie though. I actually cannot WAIT! But I can’t wait even more for the Avengers. Cus of two words: Joss Whedon. Um YEAH, sign me up for that.
I’ll leave you with this. I had a conversation with my brother who is 12 years older then me and loves all things comic books. But we both have a love for movies. We were talking about what I just posted about and this was his response: “I KNOW! I feel the same way about that woman. What will the Dylans of the world think?” *Dylan is his 3 year old son.* I love my brother, just for that sentence alone. :-D

Fairy Tales: I Want To Stab The Chef In The Eye With A Piping T...

Fairy Tales: I Want To Stab The Chef In The Eye With A Piping T...: "I should be doing homework…but I’m not. My wrist hurts and all I want to do is drink cocktails and ignore the world. Well, not the world bec..."

I Want To Stab The Chef In The Eye With A Piping Tip

I should be doing homework…but I’m not. My wrist hurts and all I want to do is drink cocktails and ignore the world. Well, not the world because I saw Harry Potter earlier today, had dinner with my Uncle and found out they killed Chewbacca. WTF!? Who KILLS CHEWBACCA! In what universe is that right?

Oh…school you ask? How is that? Eh. I have two management classes which are fine. One is super fun, the other involves math and should be interesting. And then I have the HUGE ASS for both Fancy Cakes and Chocolates.

I mean, he’s okay. He thinks he’s Gods gift to pastry. But whatever. I can get over that. He cooks for Obama. But so does another Chef of mine and he is so NOT an Ass, unless he doesn’t like you and then beware. This guy is an ass to everyone. We spent FOUR hours piping shit icing *made up of Shortening and Powdered sugar. Its hard as SHIT to pipe.

I’m tiny. 5’2 with a hand span of 4 inches long. Its fraking HARD to hold a bag full of what I can only describe as CEMENT for four hours. And every time he went to see what someone was doing this was what he said: “That looks like shit.” He’s also something that I don’t know. He has an accent from god knows where. I think I may start to make tshirts that say that and wear it and walk around him showing it off.
The class should be okay when we’re finally done with this piping shit. I do not CARE about shells or whatever the frak you are trying to show me. Because you say one thing…and do another. *Srsly…that’s what he does. Says how we should do it and then shows how to do it another way*

But enough of the complaining. It should be a fun class. And then I have chocolates after…with the same guy. But he’s okay in that, he hates this one group of girls who are…I think the devils angels they are so annoying. The only issue with chocolates is that by the time we have the class its almost 90 degrees in the room…and chocolate doesn’t like heat y’all. I think I’ll start that tshirt place now. Go visit it! If just for laughs.

I’ll let you know how next week goes. We’re seeing if we can make even cakes and put fondant on. ALSO I am making an armadillo cake for a friend. I’ll put that up here and tell you all about it.

PS. Don't know the ins and outs of Zazzle...I'll post that site later...

Fairy Tales: Achoo Starts on Money

Fairy Tales: Achoo Starts on Money: "Wow...that whole title is screwed up! So screwed up I think I'll keep it. Apparently I am not able to type out what my mind is actually thin..."

Achoo Starts on Money

Wow...that whole title is screwed up! So screwed up I think I'll keep it. Apparently I am not able to type out what my mind is actually thinking...PLUS I just got fortune cookie stuck in my space bar key thingy so it keeps sticking the words together. The Title was supposed to read: School Starts on Monday. I think I like Achoo Starts on Money. :-D

4th of July came and went. I watched The Twilight Zone for two straight days...AND saw Transformers 3 twice. I also made fried chicken and German Potato Salad. All in all it was uneventful. I've decided I'd like to go to NY for next 4th of July because their fireworks were SO AWESOME!

School starts on Monday. I am NOT looking forward to it. Its going to be hectic and crazy and I may have to make my own homemade pepper spray. I watched some survivor show and they showed you how to make it. I'm not sure if its legal to carry pepper spray on the metro...but mine will be HOMEMADE! Or I'll just carry one of my knives with me. If they ask to see my bag*since thats what the DC metro does now* and they are all: Why do you have a knife in your bag? I can just answer truthfully! I go to Culinary School. :-D

Why you ask, do I have to carry weapons with me? Well I have a class on Wed and Thur thats goes until 10:30 pm. And Rosslyn, where my school is...can get shady. Granted I'm not going to be the ONLY one taking the class...but I have to transfer to another line and it could be annoying to deal with people who I don't want to deal with. HENCE the reason for homemade pepper spray.

One other thing before I go...I'm afraid to mow my lawn. There are HUGE killer wasps *I really think some evil scientist created them to kill me* because they are mean and crazy! So yeah, if anyone has any ideas on how to get rid of said killer wasps let me know...or how to mow without them killing me.

I'll let you know how school goes.