This morning, I realized I have a disturbing new habit: double-fisting coffee. I had two separate to-go mugs of coffee that I was drinking from, right after having a regular cup of coffee. The most disturbing part of this story is that not only am I jittery/bouncy from this, I am also still incredibly tired. As I think back over the past few weeks of hell that have been my life, I realize that I’ve lived almost solely on coffee and taquitos. Since I’m tired, this actually doesn’t seem like a bad thing. In fact, I could go for some taquitos right now. O taquitos / your perfect shape / fits my tummy / happily.
But this trend will change soon, because I’ve passed (most) of my school entrance requirements. While this sounds boring, it means that my routine of studying non-stop for the past month? six weeks? is ending. Which means I will have more than the 12-minutes-needed-for-cooking-taquitos to make a real meal now and then, and that I probably really don’t need multiple liters of coffee to fuel me. Probably.
Gah, this is a dumb topic but nothing supremely funny has come my way in the past few days…but I could be wrong. I’m in the sleep-deprived stage right before where everything is super funny. Which means that if I can pull off yet another day of late-night rehearsals backed up right next to super-early-morning rehearsals, everything should start being funny at about 10:14 tomorrow morning.
Until then, I’m continuing my “Where’s Waldo” tendencies of leaving behind various objects at each place I visit. Every morning I’m thankful that my pant legs are sewn together. Every morning I’m sad that my socks are not co-dependent. Every morning starts with me analyzing the personalities of my clothes, apparently.
Moral of today’s story: sock is to banana, what tired girl is to word associations.
An Erinku (in tiredness):
eyes closed
in thought!
Really!
Truly!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
One Track Mind
Exactly three and half hours ago, something wonderful happened: a very large box of frozen taquitos made its way into my life. I had to go directly to a meeting (which, luckily, had a big freezer where I could store my newly acquired deliciousness). Throughout the board meeting, I took notes. I smiled and chatted and commented on things. But, I will not lie: the entire time I was thinking about my taquitos and how I was going to eat taquitos when I got home.
In fact, interspersed with real meeting notes (and some snarky ones I wrote to make myself laugh), I would write things like, "Taquitos" and "Go home. Eat taquitos." So. I'm home. They are cooking and I have about eight minutes left to sing praises of taquitos. I love them so. I want to eat them. Taquitos are delicious. I love them so... You get the idea. In addition to a Shar Music gift certificates, taquitos make good gifts to the cello players in your life. I'm just saying. Christmas is a few months away and I've been told I'm hard to shop for (I also really like book stores and grocery stores that sell taquitos!).
Dammit. Four minutes left. I smell the smell of cooking taquitos. I want the taste of them in my tummy! Taquito power activate!! Perhaps, well...perhaps I've not been getting as much sleep as I should and yes, I've worked overtime this week (and this upcoming weekend), but to deny the wonderousness of taquitos...that I will never do.
Cheesey goodness melted in a corn tortilla with bits of other things added for my yummy consumption. And, just to be clear, I don't like to share my taquitos. I'm an oldest child after all, and that means I was an only child for a while. Think of all the taquitos that I should have had. Two minutes left.
Oh taquito
my favorite
bad snack
HUNGRY NOW!!!
Moral of today's story: taquito.
An Erinku (not to be confused with taquito):
words
repeated enough
start to sound
like taquito.
In fact, interspersed with real meeting notes (and some snarky ones I wrote to make myself laugh), I would write things like, "Taquitos" and "Go home. Eat taquitos." So. I'm home. They are cooking and I have about eight minutes left to sing praises of taquitos. I love them so. I want to eat them. Taquitos are delicious. I love them so... You get the idea. In addition to a Shar Music gift certificates, taquitos make good gifts to the cello players in your life. I'm just saying. Christmas is a few months away and I've been told I'm hard to shop for (I also really like book stores and grocery stores that sell taquitos!).
Dammit. Four minutes left. I smell the smell of cooking taquitos. I want the taste of them in my tummy! Taquito power activate!! Perhaps, well...perhaps I've not been getting as much sleep as I should and yes, I've worked overtime this week (and this upcoming weekend), but to deny the wonderousness of taquitos...that I will never do.
Cheesey goodness melted in a corn tortilla with bits of other things added for my yummy consumption. And, just to be clear, I don't like to share my taquitos. I'm an oldest child after all, and that means I was an only child for a while. Think of all the taquitos that I should have had. Two minutes left.
Oh taquito
my favorite
bad snack
HUNGRY NOW!!!
Moral of today's story: taquito.
An Erinku (not to be confused with taquito):
words
repeated enough
start to sound
like taquito.
That thing where I don't match again...
For the past few weeks, I’ve been doing the stay-up-late/get-up-early routine where I’m zombie-like for a few hours each morning. I take my zombie shower, I eat my zombie breakfast, and do the zombie commute. Today, I drove the zombie car. Actually, it was the zoomie car.
So. I was going a bit fast down the freeway, around 80ish, and a car from the next lane over darts in front of me. Hmm. “Darts” is actually misleading. More like: went from a completely stopped lane of traffic to maybe 15 as he pulled in front of me. I am very lucky that my instincts apparently aren’t affected by my zombie status.
I’m also lucky that in same instant my foot was squishing the brake pedal to the floor, my hand was squishing the horn through the steering column. My tupperware of cookies soared through the air, arced nicely, smacked the glove compartment and landed upside down. The motorcycle behind me had to slam on his brakes as well but, luckily, nothing of his went flying. Captain Oblivious seemed uncertain from whence this loud horn came from…so I kept my honk on. I got to work about an hour early, completely awake without the benefit of several cups of coffee. I only hope my cookies suffered no permanent damage; if they did, I’ll have to put them out of their misery.
An Erinku:
purple jacket
YES! with my
brown pants
orange socks
So. I was going a bit fast down the freeway, around 80ish, and a car from the next lane over darts in front of me. Hmm. “Darts” is actually misleading. More like: went from a completely stopped lane of traffic to maybe 15 as he pulled in front of me. I am very lucky that my instincts apparently aren’t affected by my zombie status.
I’m also lucky that in same instant my foot was squishing the brake pedal to the floor, my hand was squishing the horn through the steering column. My tupperware of cookies soared through the air, arced nicely, smacked the glove compartment and landed upside down. The motorcycle behind me had to slam on his brakes as well but, luckily, nothing of his went flying. Captain Oblivious seemed uncertain from whence this loud horn came from…so I kept my honk on. I got to work about an hour early, completely awake without the benefit of several cups of coffee. I only hope my cookies suffered no permanent damage; if they did, I’ll have to put them out of their misery.
An Erinku:
purple jacket
YES! with my
brown pants
orange socks
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Speaking of Pink Floyd and Oz (or not)
Lately I've been thinking about the various types of love that exist. Since love is the base of all life (according to my internal thought processes), when two people come together (be it parents, friends, significant others, a fish, etc.) there is always the unasked question, "Love?" and the answer is always, "Yes!" But. This is where things get tricky. It's akin to asking, "Lollipop?" and the answer being "Yes!"
There are many flavors and sometimes it happens that while you may have been expecting blueberry, you got grape instead. They have the same blue wrapper, after all. And then you can either sit around and bitch about the bleh-ness of grape-flavored lollipops (I've actually already covered this in another blog detailing a real, honestly yucky grape-flavored lollipop), or you can say, "Hmm. Lollipop!" And sometimes it happens, you think "Strawberry," eye the red wrapper and unwrap the yay-ness of strawberry. Lollipops are awesome. Even the grape ones, I suppose.
So I think about this and have experimented by asking the great sea otter in the sky for different flavors since I'm rattling about the Hobbit Hole by myself and need a large circle of folk to amuse me. Over the summer months, I've run the gammit from grape to orange to blueberry and around again. I'm enjoying my adventure into the wild terrains of lollipop land. Next stop: faux watermelon! (much better than real watermelon)
Moral of today's story: I'm going to the mountains this weekend to watch leaves fall. Again, my moral is more of a fact.
An Erinku:
fan
blowing coolness
over
maroon sheets
There are many flavors and sometimes it happens that while you may have been expecting blueberry, you got grape instead. They have the same blue wrapper, after all. And then you can either sit around and bitch about the bleh-ness of grape-flavored lollipops (I've actually already covered this in another blog detailing a real, honestly yucky grape-flavored lollipop), or you can say, "Hmm. Lollipop!" And sometimes it happens, you think "Strawberry," eye the red wrapper and unwrap the yay-ness of strawberry. Lollipops are awesome. Even the grape ones, I suppose.
So I think about this and have experimented by asking the great sea otter in the sky for different flavors since I'm rattling about the Hobbit Hole by myself and need a large circle of folk to amuse me. Over the summer months, I've run the gammit from grape to orange to blueberry and around again. I'm enjoying my adventure into the wild terrains of lollipop land. Next stop: faux watermelon! (much better than real watermelon)
Moral of today's story: I'm going to the mountains this weekend to watch leaves fall. Again, my moral is more of a fact.
An Erinku:
fan
blowing coolness
over
maroon sheets
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