petrallyse

hello. i have not posted on livejournal because i got home from florida and my dang dial-up at home is slower than a three-toed sloth. i really love livejournal. so maybe one day, guys. one day.

I'm about 2,000 miles from home and I unexpectedly met my boyfriend's aunt last night. That is the weirdest thing ever, ever.

I do not feel like delving into my Beowulf assignment. I feel like sleeping.

1. I have been spending the past 2 weeks here in Florida, and will be spending 4 more here, bored and lonely. My only 2 companions are my parents. My parents are pretty awesome and all, but they're still my parents. They're still kind of nuts. And they still drive me nuts about 1/6 of the time. If you think about it, though, 1/6 of the time is a pretty small amount of time to be a little irritated with someone that is around you that much. And of the times that I do feel a little bit annoyed and claustophobic, I only act like a jerky, angsty teenager a quarter of that time. And when I do, I feel absolutely horrible about it, but sometimes, and for some reason, I just can't help it. So, at the most, there is only about one out of the twenty-four hours each day that there are some problems. Which really isn't bad. My best friend can't sleep at night sometimes because all his neighbor does is have screaming matches with her own mother, shouting back and forth swear words and calling each other names. Now that is something I could not do. To the woman that gave you life? And completely altered the rest of hers just for you? And you're gonna talk to her like that? Bad choice, honey. I really hope I will grow out of that thing of thinking it's okay to be a brat even just a little bit, because my parents don't deserve to be spoken to the way I do sometimes. I think that will be one of the final determining factors in whether or not I have truly grown up. Cause to me, a real mature person, an adult, is nice. And tries to be, all the time. To me, anyway.

2 cups water
1/3 cup sugar
1/3 cup honey
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 cups pancake and waffle mix (recommended: Krusteaz)
1 cup whole milk ricotta cheese
2/3 cup frozen blueberries
Melted butter




Stir 1/3 cup of water and sugar in a small saucepan over medium heat until the sugar dissolves, about 5 minutes. Stir in the honey. Set aside and keep the honey syrup warm.

Using a rubber spatula, stir the remaining 1 2/3 cups of water and vanilla in a large bowl. Add the pancake mix and stir just until moistened but still lumpy. Stir in the ricotta into the pancake mixture, then stir gently to incorporate the ricotta but maintain a lumpy batter. Fold in the blueberries.

Heat a griddle over medium heat. Brush with the melted butter. Working in batches, spoon 1/4 cup of batter onto the griddle for each pancake. Cook until golden brown, about 3 minutes per side. Serve with the honey syrup.



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Went with my parents to the Mount Eerie (formerly The Microphones) show in Miami last night. It was pretty amazing. Not even close to what I was expecting it to be. There were roughly 50 of us in a tiny room that resembled a school cafeteria, with paper murals all over the walls, and a movie projector showing weird film clips all over the place. Made a new friend named Brian, he has been everywhere in the whole world. I really want to do that. Anyways, the show was so much fun. Adrian Orange came on first, he was sweet and nice. Next was Jason Anderson, who made us all stand up from our uncomfortable indian-style crossed legs and dance like panthers and sing along to all his lovely songs. Mount Eerie came next, and although I only knew one song the entire night, it was probably the best show I have ever been to, ever. I'm going to stop describing it, because it will never match the fun I had. If you have the opportunity to see any of these bands, I reccomend you sieze it as soon as possible. I geeked out in the end, though, as I was buying a couple records. I met Jason, who told me he liked my shirt (it has flying sheep on it.). And I met Phil Elverum, told him how much I loved his music and that I've been listening to it since I was twelve. He nicely said thank you, I know he's heard it a thousand times. So I told him that one of his album covers is on my wall at home, he kind of gave me a funny look. I am wishing tonight could be last night again.
Sorry for not taking any pictures.

I have not been shopping too much lately, mostly because I'm poor. But yesterday, I did. And you know what that means. I did something dumb. I was frolicking around the Target Supercrazylandmartcenter when I found the ultimate package of socks. 6 pairs for only $3.50! These socks were in all my favorite colors, too: yellows, oranges, reds. I began to fantasize about all the neat outfits I would wear with my new beautiful socks; my red polka dot shoes with the orange ones, my yellow shoes with the red ones, I could even put them under my boots with a dress! Or maybe I'll take the ugliest pair and put them under my long johns while skiing this winter! Finally, after an hour or two of shopping around for items not nearly as important as this magnificent discovery (and daydreaming of sock hypotheses), I'm home! I can try on my new socks! I open the package and begin to pull the first yellow one out. And GUESS WHAT. It is one stupid ugly pair of socks. They are all stuck together at the top and all I have now are 2 lame socks that will never ever find a way to be kind of cute. And you know what else? When I finally put them on, they are so long that they reach to the middle of my thighs. Nobody likes a sock-loving midget, apparently. So here are my ridiculous rainbow 10-year-old-hooker thigh high socks. Awesome.