9 posts tagged “food”

"Don't you wish yo dinna could look so fine?" :P Tonight, we have:

Red beans and rice with lambrusco. Do they go together? I dunno. I like red beans and rice; I like lambrusco. Your mileage may vary!

This cat has been hanging around our house alot lately:

Dunno where he came from, but he doesn't look to be starving or mangy. I think he's got a home somewhere, because he'll disappear for a couple of days and then be right back again. Maybe Billy has started some sort of goodfellas club here at the house, because it's always the two of them bumming around outside yowling at each other. The cat's beautiful though, he's got two different colored eyes! I tried to get a shot but he wouldn't cooperate. One's blue and the other is yellow.

Maybe this cat and Billy are drinking buddies?

Oh well, I guess we have a new cat around the house. I say we name him Red, just to be delightfully ironic (and in tribute to one of my dad's cats they had when he was young, named Red).

Not having anything to do today has been nice...tomorrow will be...interesting. I think the accompanist for juries hates me, HA--oh lawd.

You know what tact is? Tact is going to a buffet with two of your roommates, when one of them decides to display their manners by saying, "Man, you must have been hungry, that's three plates already."

Duh, it's a buffet. I'm sorry you pay $8 just to eat like a bird. Never mind the fact that my first plate consisted of a few pieces of sushi with wasabi on the side.

Some people just don't know. Anyway, I'm pleasantly full though not particularly stuffed, so I'm going to go lie down and read. I bet you my roommate will be hungry by the time she goes to bed.

I'm eating what could be considered a close runner-up for fucking weirdest flavor chips EVER. I want to write ad copy for these things...

Eh, I'll work up something better later. They do honestly taste like crawdaddies. I'm morbidly fixated...I think it's the bright, flashy Mardi Gras mask on the purple bag. Oh Lawd.

Since I can't really study for that English Lit exam tomorrow, I'm going to start planning my four-page history exam (essay form) due by 12 noon on Wednesday.

*commence panic?*

Can I get a drumroll? Yes, thank you.

MY TATTOO!!! From design...(though admittedly not MY design...)

...To OMG my first inking!

Coon is so damn good for thinking to add some shading. He's the fuckin' MAN, yall. But oh, the outlining HURT...it was like a tiny vibrating scalpel, and you could feel every inch of it going in your skin. The shading wasn't so bad, but at the end I thought they were going to have to pry my fingers off of that chair. It's painful, but it's sooooooo pretty!

Little pisser bird looks good in flip-flops, dun'he? Coon dubbed him "Little Pisser Bird", by the way.

Next on the inky agenda?

On my left foot. Coon said he'll give me a discount on this one, because duh, it's a raccoon.

Then, oh then, myself and a few other musical major friends had ourselves a little pow-wow with hamburgers, cream soda, and awesome.

IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!

Man, this has been one hell of a great day!

We've been expecting snow flurries/sleet since Saturday. The weathermen keep pumping up the hopes and dreams of the masses, but I think we all know better by now. Just more freezing ass weather with no cavorting to be found. Alas! (Justin gives me a little bit of hell for using that word so much in my every day life. I fear it's becoming a habit, haha.)

I'll probably make a green bean casserole for Saturday's Yule feast. Anyone have any particularly delicious recipes I should try?

Oh, and the library browser finally decided to let me access Vox. Huzzah huzzah!

I'm off to go wander around the rare books section.

If your Vox Neighborhood had a potluck dinner tonight, what dish, drink or dessert would you bring?

I'd bring some sweet potato casserole, because seriously guys--who doesn't like sweet potato casserole?!

Neil has graciously left his guitar over here to allow me to fiddle around and attempt to toughen my fingers up against the hard, devilish strings. So far I've got "Amazing Grace" under my fingers, but there's no telling what's next, bwahaha. Phat beatz are imminent.

Tonight has been quite the night for lulz! I skipped band because I simply didn't feel like marching in the cold, so I returned to the apartment and started to play one of my favorite games on the original Playstation, Syphonfilter. It's all about some special operations tactics, taking out terrorists...w00t.

So anyway, Brian shows up at the door. Lacey and I were expecting him, he comes in, we discuss the level I'm currently playing and generally shoot the shit. Then another knock at the door--huh? Neil and Phillip show up unannounced. They sit down in the living room with us and we continue to shoot the shit, talking about how the "bad guys" on Syphonfilter are going to "kill me like a gangster"...I don't understand it, but that's alright.

Another knock at the door--at this point, we're running out of people to assume it could be! Wicz comes in, and we somehow reach the point where we are discussing marshmallow shapes in this Lucky Charms knock-off cereal--Marshmallow Mateys. Yeah, what the hell?

Finally, Kristyn arrives, and she's flippin' hungry. All the males begin to delegate and hem and haw over where we should go to eat--FUCK IT, WE'RE HUNGRY! Kristyn and I put on our coats, turn on our heels and march out. We don't give a damn where we go. Finally, after an eternity of bureaucratic processes, we decide on Huddle House and call Jason to get him to meet us there.

We had a good time jabberjawing about nothing in particular--until we got a call from one of our entirely mutual friend, doing everything short of begging us to buy him alcohol.
...
No, thanks. He asks to speak to all of us, and we all turn him down flatly in sequence. Then he got all pissy and hung up. We laughed.

As we were leaving, Brian and Wicz declare that they are still hungry, or at least with a sweet tooth...or thirsty...so Lacey pulls into Sonic, where we kill the time by looking through Wicz's and Brian's wallets. Now we're here, shooting the shit yet again as Wicz plays Dynasty Warriors and Brian doodles with the tune/song presets on my keyboard.

Highlight of the night (and possibly of my life):
Kristyn: *throws a wadded up straw-paper at Wicz, who is seated beside Lacey, the paper lands on his crotch* :O! I was trying to hit Lacey in the face!
Zola: *leans in and murmurs* Maybe you could, later, if Lacey plays her cards right.
Kristyn: *dies of laughter and shock*

GOOD NIGHT TO ALL!

Found this picture today from about 5 thousand Thanksgivings ago (I exaggerate, but you get the idea):

That little seed-spitter is my cousin, George Reed. He grew like crazy since the last time I saw him.

Found this one too, my paternal grandmother at a Fourth of July party in Greenwood (grandaddy is the head of the VA in Greenwood and an Army veteran of WWII, so July 4th is a big hooplah):

Extremely productive today, mostly because I only have animal science at 9 AM and then band at 5 PM. Much down-time--if that's what you want to call it!

To-Do:
[x] Food
[x] Halloween shopping
[x] Laundry
[x] Call Mary
[ ] Read Memoirs of a Geisha (Not enough energy to read tonight...)
[x] Dry clean uniform
[x] Buy caffeine
[ ] Go out to farm to hang visqueen for Thurs. night

Edit: So. Tired. Too tired to even eat. Too broke, also. I'm starting to get sick of soup. I want an artery-clogging, cholesterol-laden cheeseburger right now, and a Kate's Crunch concrete from Bop's. *cry*

But at least we got 2 days work done out at the farm in one night. /Edit