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Cocoa Bean
14 September 2033 @ 01:16 am
I am slowly making this journal Friends-Only 'cause that's how I roll, et cetera. I dislike when people use "ect" instead of "etc.' For the first 1/4 of my life I presumed that "ect" was a word on its own, and later that it stood for "exetera." So don't annoy me with your poor grammar, ect, ad nausea.

If I'm feeling particularly nerdy I might get one of those pictures to visually sum up this entry. Not all of us are verbal learners.
 
 
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
 
 
Cocoa Bean
28 September 2008 @ 02:22 pm
Last night I dreamt that Uma Thurman shook her tatas while strutting down the street, and Ethan Hawke saw this. He was mortified and also turned on.

I also dreamt that Nicole Kidman ran from an awkward sexual situation with George Clooney. She made a quick escape on stilettos look easy!
 
 
Current Mood: blankbooorrrred
 
 
Cocoa Bean
07 September 2008 @ 08:35 pm
I keep having these irrational thoughts that I'm missing out on my 20s, that I'm not living the life of a 20-something, that it'll all be over so quickly and what will I have to show for it?

Someone tell my mind that age is just a number, please.
 
 
Cocoa Bean
30 April 2008 @ 11:23 am
YES  
I am graduating! It's official! All of my marks are in and I AM A GRADUATE!!
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
 
 
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic
 
 
Cocoa Bean
14 March 2008 @ 04:44 pm
I just noticed that today is my five-year anniversary of joining LJ. My first post was 03/14/03, though it was set to Private (poems that had much more relevance/emotion then than now, as most poetry has).
So much has happened since that time! It's unbelievable, really.
Then again, when I think of where I was then vs. where I am now, not a lot has actually changed; it's more that many events took place.

Weird.
 
 
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
 
 
 
Cocoa Bean
13 March 2008 @ 08:43 am
So I've just returned from half a jog. I say "half" because I only jogged to the end of the road, and walked on the way back. Still, I'm pleased because it's the first real jog I've done since I broke my foot. I used the tips that my boss gave me (she's hoping to recruit me for a half-marathon in the Fall. Ha!) and I wasn't out of breath at all. I also went super easy on my foot, so I looked pretty ridiculous, I'm sure. Luckily, at 7:30AM there weren't many others out & about to laugh. I can't wait to get the running shoes I ordered from Sears; it was Agent Appreciation Day yesterday so I went ahead and spoiled myself. Of course, it was the first time they've extended this discount day to anyone & everyone, so I didn't actually feel that appreciated...

Did I mention that my alarm was set for 8AM, so I should have been asleep all this time instead of chugging along the street? My lovely degu decided, around 4AM, to voice very loud, incessant warning chirps. When I awoke and investigated I found no threat to him or his kin. So I plied him with treats and new water and spoke soothingly, hoping he would calm down. Instead, he grabbed the snack and headed for the bottom floor, chirping all the while. It takes talent to eat and scream. Anyway, I couldn't get back to sleep after that, surprise surprise. Tossed, turned, tried my damndest, and finally gave up. At least I got some exercise in...
 
 
Current Mood: energeticenergetic
 
 
Cocoa Bean
11 March 2008 @ 07:55 am
The alarm clock was skipped ahead an hour last night while it was being set, which went unnoticed until I awoke (grr) and headed on the computer at 7AM...nope, 6AM! Ahhh! I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't sleep for shit these last few nights. At least, I can't stay asleep. I thought, having received some goodish financial news, that I wouldn/t be up with worry all night. And I wasn't! Yet I somehow still jolted awake far too early. Have I made the most of it? Not really.

I'm browsing vegan stores and LJ and plane fares. These have nothing to do with essays and presentations. But I have alllll day, now. Thanks, weird internal clock. Thanks a bunch.
 
 
Current Mood: awakeawake
Current Music: "Entry of the Gods into Valhalla" ~Wagner on CBC Radio 2
 
 
Cocoa Bean
10 March 2008 @ 06:41 pm
Today not fun.

I had an awful night in which I woke at 3 or 4AM, did some major filing and organising for several hours, and tried my damndest to go back to sleep around 8:30AM. I was cold - shivering, shuddering, uncomfortably cold - and couldn't shake it. I had to wake up at 10:30 to get to Shakespeare for a quiz I probably failed. I was so tired. I'm still so tired.

I felt like ass in Chaucer, having read the wrong fucking tale, and sat there feeling bad for the prof who was clearly not amused that his class gave up on him. I wouldn't have wanted to be in his position.

Stress is getting to me. Uni is easy enough, when I do the right homework, but money & future is still freaking me out. I don't know. I'm too tired to care right now.

Scored a great deal on wire-cutters. Marked down due to looking used, but they'll be scratched up anyway soon enough so why pay more for a temporary gleam? I hope to finish the cages soon.

Sleep. Arahghgha. Funny taste in mouth.
 
 
Current Mood: tiredtired
 
 
Cocoa Bean
09 March 2008 @ 09:18 pm
I've been on a roll lately. In the past week I've cooked up at least five pseudo-elaborate dishes (ie, more than a PB & J), and today alone I've used 4 cookbooks and nearly every cookware item in my kitchen. For an impromptu family brunch I made a salsa tofu scramble, a sausage hash, blueberry pancakes, and (failed) banana cream. For dinner we reheated last night's "Cuban sensation" (ie, black beans & rice - with LIME - yum) that Daniel made plus the homemade falafels that I whipped up after reading someone else's falafel post on LJ. Currently, the oven is putting in overtime as it bakes my lemon poppyseed cupcakes (sans icing).

All of this work has impelled me to reach for a good ol' sandwich. The innards, you inquire? Why, peanut butter and jam, of course.
 
 
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
 
 
Cocoa Bean
09 March 2008 @ 11:32 am
Boom  
"What was that?" asked a moderately drunk, mildly paranoid Daniel.
"I think it was just the flashing light on a construction truck on the highway."

*moments later*

CRASHBOOMBANGFLASHCRASHFLASHFLASH!

"Or it's lightning. In March. In MARCH?!"

And thus began our late-night thunder storm, with two weeks remaining of Winter. Very, very weird.
 
 
Current Mood: confusedconfused