Eat lots of animals, insects and plants
Nope. But I'm planning to make a sweet potato and leek soup swimming in bacon. [Nope, this is no mistake. The bacon will be so plentiful that the soup itself will be swimming IN THE BACON. True story.]
I awoke too late, playing this idiotically addictive game [I'm becoming a pimpley teenage boy by the minute, and here I thought the analogy would be over with my overabundance of testosterone and fondness of lewd jokes]. Such a waste of my time, but I live an exciting life. 17th century poetry by day, bad RPG with medieval themes by night. I'm a fucking period piece.
I only had time to eat my failures (and weep, inside), aka the orange muffin-cake-mutants. Many would find it difficult to both burn a pastry and leave it raw, but not I. I've succeeded where others have failed!
So two of those, some water (boy they were dry) and a glass of coconut milk. I'm starving, yet I'm writing this post.
What can I say? I'm a giver (that is, too lazy to get up and make food).
Move around a lot at a slow pace and Lift heavy things
Finally went shopping, and carried a liter of coconut milk, a liter of beef stoke, these abnormally big leeks, sweet potatos, a can of coconut milk (?!) and a huge thingamajig of sea salt (it's as heavy as a rock), among other things. It took two plastic bags and my big school bag to carry everything and my shoulders and arms are killing me.
Run really fast every once in a while
Yeah, right ;/
Get lots of sleep
I slept a lot. As usual. 9 hours. I barely got up.
I have to stop with all this cooking bullshit. I'm rolling around like a fat, round cat-ball . I don't feel like I'll lose weight eating this well. It just doesn't mesh with my usual philosophy [STARVE AND SUFFER AND ALL YOUR WISHES WILL COME TRUE! *fairy dust*]. But at least I can digest things. Even the orange cakes didn't cause me any problems (and I usually have a problem with gluten-free concoctions).
At the very least, I can't eat sweet potatoes every day. But I've been wasting produce... err... cooking, I mean, so I've been eating too much it seems.
Get some sunlight every day
I wasn't going to wear makeup, but I didn't want to cause a public outcry with the recent tragedies and all.
When you're reading Paradise Lost, everything seems peachy in comparison.
Avoid poisonous things
Use your mind
Tried not to fall asleep while we were discussing Romanticism. But now I also realize how boring it is to read other people's thoughts and ramblings. Maybe I should keep my posts shorter... Nah.
Meaty's Prosaic Dream Corner:
I probably mentioned this before, but I have bizarre dreams every night. And I always remember them in detail. I can also usually control them/ myself in the dream. This is a strange, but useless, super power.
Anyway, wouldn't you know it I had a bizarre dream involving me, my parents and a basket of baked goods.
I seemed to be hoarding this basket of baked goods. There were cupcakes, French and Italian breads and they were all awesomely fresh and pretty. For some reason I was hiding them in my desk drawer (note I don't have drawers in my desk), and I would intermittently come back and eat something when no one was looking.
The odd thing was that I had this notion that during that particular day/ night, whatever it was, it was okay for me to eat bread. Which is why I kept coming back and eating more and more. But each time it seemed untouched. So I had this fear, I had to finish the damn bread before the next day, to avoid the inherent repercussions of eating it the next day, but it would not end! So essentially I would have wasted bread I wouldn't be able to eat the next day, and it was freaking me out.
Not sure if I could qualify it as a nightmare because, like I said my dreams tend to be extremely vivid (touch, smell, colour, usually translate well. One time I woke up, feeling like my cheek has been touched. My imagination is way too active and it tends to trick my brain into producing those feelings, even though they're not real.)
So anyway. I could actually TASTE the bread. The texture of one piece is especially memorable. It was one of those triangular fancy bread that has a chewy crust and is soft inside. It was sprinkled with white flour on top. You know the kind... So I could taste it and it was warm. It was so chewy!!!
And I kept eating it and leering at the cupcake that I was going to eat next.
But each time I would come back (it was as if my brain was stuck in a loop because it couldn't recreate the taste of a cupcake. I haven't had those in a long time. But come to think of it, it was even longer for the fancy bread. Hmm). I would essentially come back and go for that triangular bread and eat it again.
I think, at some point (which also happens often) my brain, bravo brain, figured out that it was a dream. But instead of waking me up (seriously, bravo brain) it sent me into a frantic binge. I think, because in real life my brain and I know we can't have bread so that sense of urgency was due to the knowledge that we would both wakeup very soon... breadless!
Now, if that's not fucked up I don't know what is.
Anyway, I bought a bunch of stuff and I kinda thought I would review them. Maybe someone will find it useful (and I tend to forget what I had and liked/ disliked so I buy the same stuff again, so I'll find it useful).
This video is revolutionary. Pony dance for everyone. Elevator scene makes me infinitely happy.