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sorcyressMore packing notes! I have a million of them!!
Ahem: Fucking bread. I just managed to get all my food neatly packed into a milk crate, and finangled enough so that I could stack another milk crate on top, like you're meant to do. And then I look over and see that I completely forgot about the fucking loaf of bread. Grr.
On the plus side, milk crates are the best thing ever, and cheap too! Erm, at least my source for them is incredibly cheap considering that it's going around the back of the dining hall and swiping them. Butyeah, yay milk crates!
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So, all my clothes are packed (literally, everything except what I'm wearing and a shirt to change into at some point, where change into means put on over the tank top I'm wearing since I was out of clean bras and so therefore am not wearing one.).
My hats are packed.
My shoes are packed.
Kitchenware is packed, food is packed.
Toiletries are packed.
All personal books and papers are packed.
Costuming is packed
DVD's are packed.
Jewelrystuff and techstuff are packed. (Yes together, it made sense at the time)
Wall decorations are all packed (Posters are staying in Boston; wall of worship stufu is coming back to Maryland)
Large amounts of frivols are packed.
And toys.
All the stuffed animals and bedding is packed. Most of it's staying up here (Sniff! A whole summer without my beloved uglydolls!!)
So, uh...what's *not* done?
Currently left on my desk is my powerstrip, which has Vera, my camera, and my phone plugged into it. There are a handful of pens, etc that I'm taking back to Maryland. My blank white cards deck and Looney Labs promo cards. The really important legos. My college survival kit (which needs to have the ramen and the pop-tarts replenished sometime, and really, I'm pissed I lost the inventory list I made of that when my harddrive crashed).
A whole bunch of frivols, not the least important of which is my luck cat. Oh, and some CD's and my coinbox/piggy bank. And my sonic screwdriver. *grin*
In my one non-empty desk drawer, I have more CD's, Important Mac Stuff, cords, my old ipod, Destrany, my checkbook, some cool fiberoptic hair things, memory sticks, and a condom. Don't give me that look, it was a BRIGHT ORANGE condom, of course I took it when I got the chance. :P
(I'm actually moderately annoyed, as I used to have purple and yellow or green ones, too, and I have no idea where they are. I am worried that two months from now, I will be randomly showing something to Aly, and the condoms will fall out. It would make me laugh, but I'm also worried. Stupid bright colours catching my eye.)
On my bed I have all my textbooks and the notebooks I'm leaving here for the summer. A bunch of small things that are packed, but it would be nice if they went into bigger boxes, like my shoebox of love letters or the tiny square box full of business cards. I've also got my CD books and my Free Hugs sigh and some food I intend to eat in the next 24 hours and bubble wrap (oo!) and stuff that was in my pockets. (wallet, current ipod (Jackie), a book of matches I found, a straw, and several packets of sugar).
(Ask me about my new bad habit combining those last two!)
Under the bed I just have bags I haven't put things in yet.
The closet is full of packed things. It's a little awesome.
My small shelf has a bunch of sheisse I haven't dealt with yet --leather roses and origami cranes, mostly. My long shelf has a bunch more sheisse I haven't dealt with yet --my magic wand, my S****! dice, my airzooka, an origami dodecahedron made from the pages of a book, and all my jewelry.
Ahem. Sigh. It's really not a lot left to do, it just has the duel problem of being the stuff that I've the least idea of what to do with, and being the last stuff, so I'm out of motivation.
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At some point when I'm not packing, I need to babble about drinks in here, as it seems I've gotten into the bad habit of drinking a couple sips of whatever booze is available whenever I get the chance. ((Note, if I had ever drunk enough at one time to even get *tipsy*, I would not be writing about it in here, my mother reads this journal. I'm literally talking about a sip or two of a mixed drink because an adult friend is having one, or a swig of Dominik's wine or something.)
Uhmyeah. In short, alcohol can actually be tasty, which is probably the best kept adult secret I've ever heard. Of course, to get there, it costs more money than college students have (the second major reason I don't drink around college kids1), and it generally involves some sort of strange drinks-mixing expertise that actually looks like a fun skill to learn. But maybe only because sometimes you get to make things excellent colours. I'm a big fan of excellent colours.
BUTYES, babbling. Proper babbling will occur later. I only really bring this up because it's on my mind, mostly because I got to try a grasshopper the other night and it tastes like a milkshake with booze in it. Mint chocolate chip milkshake with booze. Also, it's green. There may be more awesome mixed drinks in the world; I've yet to be given a sip.
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Whee for knowing how to use semicolons properly. Sorcy semicolon use: Equally divided between using it properly and doing this: ;_;
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Poor Grace. She doesn't have to move out until Saturday, and her stupid roommate is screwing around with her computer and packing and not turning the lights out so sleeping can occur. But hey, I gave her chocolate, so I maintain that all is good.
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Oh, and re: drinking, luckily for all involved, I have not taken up smoking, and I find it very unlikely that I will. I've tried it once or twice (my closest guyfriend at Lesley smokes like a chimney) but I'm hilariously bad at it, and so very uninterested.
I still want a lighter though. I am not exaggerating when I say I'm the only person in my group of (college)friends who doesn't own at least one lighter.
It's interesting to have watched my group of friends and their relationship with cigs over the year. I've got one friend who sloooooowly fell into it (she's up to about a cigarette a week now), two who smoke like chimneys, one who used to smoke like a chimney but quit (YAY!), one that spent a month or so smoking a fair amount, but quit when the other one did, and two that have smoked maybe half a cig each over the whole year. That's one thing about college that nobody warned me about --everyone smokes.
(As for smoking other things, I don't *think* anyone in my primary social group does, but, for the first time in my life, I know the people to talk to if I wanted to smoke pot. I so hardcore don't, but it's an interesting step up from high school where I knew vaguely who the potheads were, but there was no chance in hell that any of them would give me so much as the time of day.)
Uhmyeah. This post is apparently prone to being full of babbling about illegal stuff. OHNOES, IT'S A TRAP!
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In summery, I'm positive I'm not any sort of bad girl, but I'm not so sure I can be considered squeaky clean good anymore. Ah well, it happens, that's life.
BYTHEWAY, ALY: Your sister is a horrible person. If I ever find out that you are/have partake/n in booze, tobaccy or pot, I will enact a *horrible* revenge on you. I will break your best drawing pencil and lock you in your room for a month and only feed you with a rake and the garden hose2
And then I will take you to the hospital and show you all the bad that these things bring about. And then I will make you watch 73 or more modern mental hygiene films. Especially the one we had to watch in drivers ed with the pumpkin.
Also, no sex for you. Ever.
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I like being an older sibling. *grin*
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Oh! Oh, oh! Magus, Magus, Magus, Magus! Can you toss at me the basic recipe you use for making pasta and cheese? Because I should educate my sister about such things.
***
This entry is more than long and babbly enough, and I have packing still to do. Ta!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: The primary reason I don't drink around college kids is because college kids are stupid and I don't trust them. I don't trust them to know when to stop, I don't trust them not to make stupid decisions while drunk, I don't trust them not to pressure me into drinking more, I don't trust them to give me proper warnings of alcohol content, and I don't trust myself around them (I've never been drunk, I have no idea what I'm like when I'm drunk, but I say a lot of really stupid shit when I'm sober, so I don't really see that suddenly reversing once I've got the alky-hols in me)
I've made it to one "college" party so far, with people partaking in the boozes, and actually had a fairly un-fun time. I pretty much stayed in a side room with a handful of other people staying sober, and we chatted. Which was nice, but I could've done without the random drunk and/or stoned people wandering through.
2: Like...a dozen cool points to anyone who can identify this reference. Because, seriously, it's a wicked awesome source and I don't think very many of you are familiar with it.
Ahem: Fucking bread. I just managed to get all my food neatly packed into a milk crate, and finangled enough so that I could stack another milk crate on top, like you're meant to do. And then I look over and see that I completely forgot about the fucking loaf of bread. Grr.
On the plus side, milk crates are the best thing ever, and cheap too! Erm, at least my source for them is incredibly cheap considering that it's going around the back of the dining hall and swiping them. Butyeah, yay milk crates!
***
So, all my clothes are packed (literally, everything except what I'm wearing and a shirt to change into at some point, where change into means put on over the tank top I'm wearing since I was out of clean bras and so therefore am not wearing one.).
My hats are packed.
My shoes are packed.
Kitchenware is packed, food is packed.
Toiletries are packed.
All personal books and papers are packed.
Costuming is packed
DVD's are packed.
Jewelrystuff and techstuff are packed. (Yes together, it made sense at the time)
Wall decorations are all packed (Posters are staying in Boston; wall of worship stufu is coming back to Maryland)
Large amounts of frivols are packed.
And toys.
All the stuffed animals and bedding is packed. Most of it's staying up here (Sniff! A whole summer without my beloved uglydolls!!)
So, uh...what's *not* done?
Currently left on my desk is my powerstrip, which has Vera, my camera, and my phone plugged into it. There are a handful of pens, etc that I'm taking back to Maryland. My blank white cards deck and Looney Labs promo cards. The really important legos. My college survival kit (which needs to have the ramen and the pop-tarts replenished sometime, and really, I'm pissed I lost the inventory list I made of that when my harddrive crashed).
A whole bunch of frivols, not the least important of which is my luck cat. Oh, and some CD's and my coinbox/piggy bank. And my sonic screwdriver. *grin*
In my one non-empty desk drawer, I have more CD's, Important Mac Stuff, cords, my old ipod, Destrany, my checkbook, some cool fiberoptic hair things, memory sticks, and a condom. Don't give me that look, it was a BRIGHT ORANGE condom, of course I took it when I got the chance. :P
(I'm actually moderately annoyed, as I used to have purple and yellow or green ones, too, and I have no idea where they are. I am worried that two months from now, I will be randomly showing something to Aly, and the condoms will fall out. It would make me laugh, but I'm also worried. Stupid bright colours catching my eye.)
On my bed I have all my textbooks and the notebooks I'm leaving here for the summer. A bunch of small things that are packed, but it would be nice if they went into bigger boxes, like my shoebox of love letters or the tiny square box full of business cards. I've also got my CD books and my Free Hugs sigh and some food I intend to eat in the next 24 hours and bubble wrap (oo!) and stuff that was in my pockets. (wallet, current ipod (Jackie), a book of matches I found, a straw, and several packets of sugar).
(Ask me about my new bad habit combining those last two!)
Under the bed I just have bags I haven't put things in yet.
The closet is full of packed things. It's a little awesome.
My small shelf has a bunch of sheisse I haven't dealt with yet --leather roses and origami cranes, mostly. My long shelf has a bunch more sheisse I haven't dealt with yet --my magic wand, my S****! dice, my airzooka, an origami dodecahedron made from the pages of a book, and all my jewelry.
Ahem. Sigh. It's really not a lot left to do, it just has the duel problem of being the stuff that I've the least idea of what to do with, and being the last stuff, so I'm out of motivation.
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At some point when I'm not packing, I need to babble about drinks in here, as it seems I've gotten into the bad habit of drinking a couple sips of whatever booze is available whenever I get the chance. ((Note, if I had ever drunk enough at one time to even get *tipsy*, I would not be writing about it in here, my mother reads this journal. I'm literally talking about a sip or two of a mixed drink because an adult friend is having one, or a swig of Dominik's wine or something.)
Uhmyeah. In short, alcohol can actually be tasty, which is probably the best kept adult secret I've ever heard. Of course, to get there, it costs more money than college students have (the second major reason I don't drink around college kids1), and it generally involves some sort of strange drinks-mixing expertise that actually looks like a fun skill to learn. But maybe only because sometimes you get to make things excellent colours. I'm a big fan of excellent colours.
BUTYES, babbling. Proper babbling will occur later. I only really bring this up because it's on my mind, mostly because I got to try a grasshopper the other night and it tastes like a milkshake with booze in it. Mint chocolate chip milkshake with booze. Also, it's green. There may be more awesome mixed drinks in the world; I've yet to be given a sip.
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Whee for knowing how to use semicolons properly. Sorcy semicolon use: Equally divided between using it properly and doing this: ;_;
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Poor Grace. She doesn't have to move out until Saturday, and her stupid roommate is screwing around with her computer and packing and not turning the lights out so sleeping can occur. But hey, I gave her chocolate, so I maintain that all is good.
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Oh, and re: drinking, luckily for all involved, I have not taken up smoking, and I find it very unlikely that I will. I've tried it once or twice (my closest guyfriend at Lesley smokes like a chimney) but I'm hilariously bad at it, and so very uninterested.
I still want a lighter though. I am not exaggerating when I say I'm the only person in my group of (college)friends who doesn't own at least one lighter.
It's interesting to have watched my group of friends and their relationship with cigs over the year. I've got one friend who sloooooowly fell into it (she's up to about a cigarette a week now), two who smoke like chimneys, one who used to smoke like a chimney but quit (YAY!), one that spent a month or so smoking a fair amount, but quit when the other one did, and two that have smoked maybe half a cig each over the whole year. That's one thing about college that nobody warned me about --everyone smokes.
(As for smoking other things, I don't *think* anyone in my primary social group does, but, for the first time in my life, I know the people to talk to if I wanted to smoke pot. I so hardcore don't, but it's an interesting step up from high school where I knew vaguely who the potheads were, but there was no chance in hell that any of them would give me so much as the time of day.)
Uhmyeah. This post is apparently prone to being full of babbling about illegal stuff. OHNOES, IT'S A TRAP!
***
In summery, I'm positive I'm not any sort of bad girl, but I'm not so sure I can be considered squeaky clean good anymore. Ah well, it happens, that's life.
BYTHEWAY, ALY: Your sister is a horrible person. If I ever find out that you are/have partake/n in booze, tobaccy or pot, I will enact a *horrible* revenge on you. I will break your best drawing pencil and lock you in your room for a month and only feed you with a rake and the garden hose2
And then I will take you to the hospital and show you all the bad that these things bring about. And then I will make you watch 73 or more modern mental hygiene films. Especially the one we had to watch in drivers ed with the pumpkin.
Also, no sex for you. Ever.
***
I like being an older sibling. *grin*
***
Oh! Oh, oh! Magus, Magus, Magus, Magus! Can you toss at me the basic recipe you use for making pasta and cheese? Because I should educate my sister about such things.
***
This entry is more than long and babbly enough, and I have packing still to do. Ta!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: The primary reason I don't drink around college kids is because college kids are stupid and I don't trust them. I don't trust them to know when to stop, I don't trust them not to make stupid decisions while drunk, I don't trust them not to pressure me into drinking more, I don't trust them to give me proper warnings of alcohol content, and I don't trust myself around them (I've never been drunk, I have no idea what I'm like when I'm drunk, but I say a lot of really stupid shit when I'm sober, so I don't really see that suddenly reversing once I've got the alky-hols in me)
I've made it to one "college" party so far, with people partaking in the boozes, and actually had a fairly un-fun time. I pretty much stayed in a side room with a handful of other people staying sober, and we chatted. Which was nice, but I could've done without the random drunk and/or stoned people wandering through.
2: Like...a dozen cool points to anyone who can identify this reference. Because, seriously, it's a wicked awesome source and I don't think very many of you are familiar with it.
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on 2008-05-09 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-09 06:55 am (UTC)~Sor
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on 2008-05-09 12:27 pm (UTC)Love,
your,
Mom
PS: Call me when you and Dad are on the way home!
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on 2008-05-09 02:39 pm (UTC)cigs are stinky.
i'm way punchy today. TOO MUCH TO DO.
happy travels!!!
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on 2008-05-09 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-13 12:46 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2013-07-10 07:44 pm (UTC)~Sor
(Why is Sor rereading lj posts from five years ago? It's complicated.)
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on 2008-05-09 02:31 pm (UTC)Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo grasshopper? i wanna try.
except frozen drinks i'm usually weary of. (they just taste like novacaine to me...)
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on 2008-05-09 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-05-09 02:30 pm (UTC)or maybe i've just started to notice cause more of my friends smoke.
whatever, gr.
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on 2008-05-09 03:08 pm (UTC)Can't wait to see you!
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on 2008-05-13 01:00 pm (UTC)Including a certain bright orange tricorn? :D
The primary reason I don't drink around college kids is because college kids are stupid and I don't trust them.
And they get even more stupid when they get drunk. *references the time a drunken Duke student threw a brick through icky ex#2's car window whilst he was a Domino's driver to steal a freaking pizza*. o O(i mean, a pizza? how effing idiotic can you get? ye gods)
And speaking as a former partaker of any number of mind/mood altering drugs including alcohol (yes, alcohol is a drug, don't get me started ;P), you really don't want to get involved in that crap. It's stupid, doesn't gain you anything, & a lot of 'em are highly addictive. Like cigarette smoking. *gets back off soapbox*
(Though, for the record, i'm totally pro-legalizing-marijuana... for at the very least, medicinal purposes; it's got a bad rep for being all these Really Bad Things, but it's actually far less harmful (and not even physiologically addictive; oh, the propaganda!) than alcohol and cigarettes, both of which are legal)
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on 2008-05-16 08:46 pm (UTC)There are a couple of versions of it. The simplest (and the one I started with) is:
In one pot, boil salty water and cook some shaped pasta to al dente. I'll assume you know how to do this right.
In a smaller saucepan, put some butter, some milk, and some cheese. Fattier milk tastes better, but whatever you have is fine. A mild cheddar is reasonable, and will give you something like a tastier version of that stuff in the blue box. Super-mild cheddar (aka American Cheese) is ok if that's what you have, as long as it's actual cheese. Cook until melted, but don't let the milk come to a boil, 'cause boiling does annoying things to milk. Stir occasionally.
(On quantities: sorry, I really don't remember, I do it by sight, and I don't usually do this version anymore. About a tablespoon of butter. A couple small handfuls of cheese. Milk until it looks like the amount of sauce you want. Try starting somewhere around equal parts milk and cheese by volume? You can always add more of one or the other until it's the right thickness, leaving you with more sauce. Remember it'll thicken as it cools.)
Hopefully the sauce is finished first. Strain pasta, dump back into cooking pot, dump sauce in there and mix briefly. This will keep pasta from turning into sticky lumps. Season with pepper to taste while you're doing this.
Adding one ingredient: after you've melted the sauce together, reduce heat to low (or use residual heat) to melt some freshly grated parmesan in there. In addition to tasting good, something about parmesan makes it thicken the sauce much more effectively than other cheeses, so you can use this to get to the desired thickness. If it gets too thick, add a bit of the pasta cooking water (or some more milk) to thin it out a bit.
The version from the book: use gorgonzola as your cheese. The book gave me the parmesan trick.
What I served you: start with a béchamel, add cheese. Substitute light cream for some/all of the milk. Smooth and creamy. The roux thickener means less parmesan is needed. It's a bit of extra work. It looks and sounds fancy.
Oh, for the love of all that is holy, don't oil the pasta water; you don't want oil in this sauce.