sixty percent chance of rain

pirates!

went to see marie antoinette.  awesome.  first time i’ve been to see a movie in months. I should capitalize letters more often.

yess! first stab at  radioactive t now successfully finished. the bleach didn’t take away all the color and left the (black) t sort of chestnutty- maroon, so  i might have to re-bleach it to get less gothy colors. yayyyy.

my sneaks have been squeaking all day. squeak squeak squeak. and I left my maths and my latin in my locker, so I have to do it all in one study tomorrow. sigh. but that means that tonight, fired by annie’s mac n cheese, i can finish my radioactive t shirt. which is actually biohazard, sorry. but will assuredly be uber awesome. grin grin.

last night i clipped yoko’s nails, because they were getting too long ( they can get problems if they grow too much) and so she wasn’t too happy. in fact, she dashed off the bed and out of my room, across the hall into the closet, and into a skinny little system under an artful stack of boxes. after spending fifteen minutes playing catch the psycho bunny rabbit, threats were allegedly made of rabbit soup for dinner tomorrow, and henceforth ze bun was caught. she is now skulking in her enclosure and plotting her next move. but no worries, i’ve got her covered.

and i am a vegetarian, by the way, so no mailing in.

tomorrow we’re off to the faire faire faire! king richard’s, to be exact. happy happy joy joy.

last night I dreamt that i cut off my head. then i woke up and felt all bloody. actually, i had dreamt that i had two heads, only not quite because i was only functioning out of one of them, or so it seemed, but i was still going to die of blood loss. so i had to wander around in a library, looking for james, to ask him to take me to an ambulance. but i was already in shock and wasn’t thinking or talking comprehensibly. know that feeling that you get after you uproot a loose tooth, all the blood streaming through veins into your mouth? that’s what cutting off your head, in a dream, feels like, but magnified by a schmillion. The strange thing is that while dreaming i had precedented cutting it off. and i saw the knife in my dream, and it was the one i had used to slice peppers the night before. But it might have just been the look, because that’s my favorite paring knife. rather unsettling, no?

right, so today i ‘m cleaning yoko and charlotte’s cages and studying physics. Yes, I Will Study Physics. and read some more of the odyssey. and do my latin, though latin’s pretty easy. we get mundy off, columbus day. actually, i would muster up a rant about christy columbus’  idiocity, but i’m just not in the mood. maybe later. and also because the word c0lumbus reminds me of that nasty aspartame-y  yogurt, columbo, which is lurking slimily in the fridge. I much prefer stonyfield yogurt. But anyways, columbus reeks and all because…. because.
guess what I had for breakfast? no, not yogurt. I had toast and (yes, back to this) the absolute pinnacle of fall- apple cider! well, maybe the next-to-absolute pinnacle of fall (apples come first) . Whe i was a lot younger i hated apples and all that they stood for. But then, i wore blue courduroy pants and turtlenecks when i was younger as well, so go figure.

this is pbecoming an extraordinarily sucky post, so i’m going to abort ship and go make some pasta and a radioactive/ hazardous waste  t shirt. but not all at the same time.

These brownies are lethal. I am not liable for serious injury or fatalities associated with or caused by their sheer awesomeness.

Yes There Is a God Improvisational Nutella Brownies With Ridiculous Amounts of Stomped On Hazelnuts based on the brownie recipe in Baking With Julia ( you know, Julia Child.)

1 1/4 cups flour

1 tsp salt 1 pinchy bit baking soda and 1 pinchy bit baking powder

1 stick or so of butter

3/4 cup nutella

2 oz bittersweet chocolate, chips or chopped into bits

1 1/2 cups or so of sugar

1 tsp vanilla extract

4 large or 3 x large eggs

1 cup hazelnuts

preheat oven to 350 degrees F. sift flour & salt & leaveners and set aside. melt butter, chocolate and nutella in a saucepan ( careful not to scorch). take off heat, mix in 1/2 of the sugar, add vanilla. beat the eggs in a different bowl with the other half of the sugar. combine, little by little, the eggy mix and the choco-mix. ( too fast and the eggs will set.). fold in floury stuffs. Put hazelnuts in a nice strong zippy bag, put on the floor, and stomp all over it. like oprah says, you can’t keep this stuff bottled up. add some extra whole hazelnuts for good measure.
bake in a nonstick unbuttered 9×9 pan  for 23- 28 minutes. when you toothpickify them and they look just short of done, they’re done.give away.

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As i type this i’m making Yes There is a God Improvisational Nutella Brownies With Ridiculous Amounts of Stomped On Hazelnuts.If they’re good i’ll type up the recipe for you!

I glazed all the things i’d made in over the summer at bethy’s this morning. I’ll be giving most of them away for chrimbo and hannukah and whatsit but I still love them to bits! Which could be a bad situation, you know, considering that they’re all made of clay.

so after clay, driving home , the trees were insanely pretty. This is why new england rocks my socks. fall is the best season of the year, really. It’s cold and i’m allowed to eat soup for dinner every day. My parents think i’m on some absurd liquid diet, but in reality i just really really like soup. Mmmmm, soup.

burned my tummy ( with really ow hot water) making pad thai. ow. you might ask,” how does one burn one’s tummy while making pad thai?” and I would tell you, if you asked, that it ’s really difficult. but it can be done. ow.

It’s apple season and we the earth club are going appley picking and making pie. the correct pronounciation of ‘pie’ is ‘paaaai’. I don’t know why, but i prefer to say it that way.

yoko is feeling unappreciated. I’ve been studying a lot, which means less time to wreak havoc in my room. To get revenge she has started the practice of casually dining on my textbooks. Thanks, yolks.

about two weeks ago i bought a tiny tiny turtle. When turtley is feeling girly, her name is charlotte, and when turtley is feelin’ manly, his name is prince char (short for charming, i suppose) or just char….

It’s a good system and it works for both of us.

Y’ know, I really don’t like the colors in this theme. they’re gonna have to go.

Maybe I should put in some pictures to pretty the place up a bit.

hmmmmm…..

Pretty theme, icky color. What do you think?