Televison commericals seem to like to use the same music of my ringtones. It first started a year ago. I used Queen and Bowie’s “Under Pressure” as my ringtone. Some wierd commerical started to use it and when the commerical came on I would think my phone was ringing. NOW a Just for Men Gel commerical is using Cream’s “Sunshine of Your Love”. That’s my ringtone now. Gggrrrrr. The commerical came on and I thought my phone was rining. Bitches. 

Changed ringtone to The Who’s “Who are You?”

I am in no mood to finish my paper. I’ll do it tomorrow morning before my mom comes to visit. SO SLEEPY!

So the blueberry muffins didn’t go so well yesterday afternoon. They were from one of those Betty Croker box mixes so they bluberries were in a tin can. The tin can was evil.  I mixed up all the wet and dry ingredents and all I had left to do was put the blueberries in the mix. I have a shitty can opener that didn’t work. I ended up just stabbing the can until most of it was cut and then bent back the lid. I cut my finger on the can and there were little pieces of metal in the blueberries. I don’t have a strainer so I had to use paper towels. There are purple stains on my little Ikea mat in front on the sink now. I finally got everything ready to go into the oven after an hour. It took 50 mintues to get into the can of blueberries. Ridiculous.  Then when I was baking them the bottoms got all burnt. Not too badly so they are still ediable. I hate gas ovens. I forget how hot they get so fast and how the cook everything faster than electric ovens. And stupid me for setting it to the wrong tempeture. Dark pans heat faster at lower tempetures. And I don’t have tuperwear big enough to fit all the muffins so they are in 3 different small ones.

I’m making yummy blueberry muffins.

The three things I hate most about the city are the noise, the light pollution so I am unable to see that stars at night, and the birds chirp at 3am. I’ve lived in farmland all of my life and miss it at school. At home there is complete darkness at around midnight (when the outside lights have all turned off) and there is complete silence from sundown to sunrise. I seriously can’t function in highly populated areas.

I begin with great ambition and slowly I become lethargic; certainly it is my greatest flaw.

I meant to finish my essay this weekend. That’s not going to happen because I’m such a procrastinator. That is so not spelled correctly.  I’ll at least fix my introduction and figure out a conclusion. I need a better thesis because it doesn’t make any sense right now.

I badly want to start reading Anna Karenina. I <3 Tolstoy. First I need to finish reading collected short stories of Mark Twain, collected short stories of Flannery O’Connor, collected short stories of Carson McCullers, and Waiting for the Barbarians by J.M. Coetzee; all of this I am reading simateniously. I also want to start Don Quijote, which I bought in Spanish with the intention of translating it myself. Why not buy it in English? Because that’s not how I roll.  I have a serious book disease. I buy them faster than I can read them.  

I have a headache. Grocery shopping was miserable this morning. It was too hot today. I fell and scraped my knees while taking out the trash.

I want summer.

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