Crock pots

The kitchen is in chaos for awhile, so I am getting ready to dive into the wonderful world of crock pots. I'm excited. Hungry to learn about cooking with crockpots, yessirreee. Beef stew, chili, chicken stew, potato stew, chili stew, I'm really excited.

Is my brother married?

I'm not sure!

My what bright walls you have

I am finally going to be moving into a place this week! I cannot wait to get a desk, get my music and books set up, and have a central place to study and work on projects. I have a lot of projects I'm eager to dive into. I feel like a little kid, it's so exciting to have a place to put my stuff. Living out of my backpack and a duffel bag has gotten so stale.

The only downside so far is I haven't met my future roommate, nobody I'm going to be living with knows I'm a musician (oops), and they painted my bedroom walls bright neon green. I mean, if we all painted walls this color, we wouldn't need lamps in our houses cuz the walls pretty much glow. So I will have a room and a real bed and a home for my musical and computeral equipment, but might lose my sanity, or go blind or something.

I was kidnapped I swear! Also blockbusting.

Its true, the reason I dont blog is because I get abducted or kidnapped. Every time I escape I update my blog. I actually spend the majority of time in captivity, either of pirates or space aliens or vitreolic librarians.

Oh crap I have writers block. Gahhh, it weighs a ton! If only I were a blockbuster like Mario, I would simply smash it with my tail powerup. Ive often wished the world were filled with smashable blocks. Mario has a great life. He gets to smash blocks. Someone recently smashed my windshield. It probably would be therapeutic if it didnt carry the emotional baggage vandalism probably carries. Anyway I thought smashing blocks would be therapeutic, but this block is going nowhere. Save us Mario!