My parents got me a “chili kit” for Christmas. This included hot sauce, chili powder, oyster crackers, and two “Hot! Chili”” crocks with handles. Since I have hamburger and some canned stewed tomatoes, I decided tonight might be a good night to break out the chili.

Each piece of the set was glued to the plastic in the back of the box. Even the oyster crackers. And the seasoning. The seasoning packet was not as strong as the glue. The seasoning packet exploded when I pulled on it. Yup. Straight out of a Swedish Chef scene. Only replace the cheerful “bork, bork, bork!” with “FUCK!”.

I was able to salvage most of the powder, and piece together the recipe from the torn bits of package. The glue was placed RIGHT on the directions on the packet. I don’t have all the ingredients, but when has that stopped me before? Hee hee! If I’m going to get streaked with orange powder, I sure as hell am going to make that chili.

Post-unfolding. I feel powerful. I feel that my priorities are my own and are finally, finally, finally in the order that I want them in.

In another note, I keep dreaming of being part of the Seanchan Empire in different positions (da’covale, soldier, raken rider, etc). That’s three nights of no stomach pain and three nights of vivid dreams. That I remember. In a row. With that whole opening up to myself thing stuck in the middle. How much is related to finally starting Crossroads of Twilight today and how much is related to spiritual growth?

I rocked out on catching up on reading for my class yesterday. Today, I finish the rocking out.

Off to TDC to look for jobs I might not despise.

Yoinked from and .

This is how I feel about the war, pretty well summed up.

I’m going to be ready for class today. Simple, really.

I contacted the IS director for GarbCo/7-Eleven. Second interviews have not been held yet, and I’m still on the list. The Saginaw job is still a possibility.

I’ve shaved, and I’m going to trim my goatee and brush my teeth.

Accomplishment is the word of the day.

When I go out to do some writing for my novel, I need to either:
A) Bring headphones and have music playing, or
B) Not invite five other people.

Something in my head unfolded last night, and I saw my face. Not the face here, and not the face way out there, but the face in the next place.

I can’t believe the sheer number of songs I have with Macy Gray in them, even though she’s not the stated artist.

To and , this line from the MGDL movie pretty much sums things up: “Get busy livin’, or get busy dyin’.”

Yet again, accomplishment and slack.

I would very much like to bite a chunk out of someone’s noggin. Violent tendancies arising indicate that I am not pleased with myself. Ponderance.

Lines of circumstance and influence seem to cross just ahead. Slack is useful for many things, according to .

is coming to visit tonight. I’m definitely enthused. New viewpoints on things are always helpful.

Picking up from school and then from work before anime. And me in a introspective mood.

Damn you, , look what you’ve triggered.

Excerpt from Malow Jr. High School Journal

What does friendship mean to me? Friendsip means being able to trust someone with a secret. Frendship means to be able to talk openly with one another. Frendship means to never ignore a friend. Friendship means to try to make a friend’s birthday or Christmas party. Frendship means to never insult a friend. Friendship means that you both share a few common interests. You would be able to tell a friend who you like, I mean really like. You would invite your friend over to your house a lot. You would invite him to sleep over, you might even go to the mall or arcade a few times with him. If he got straight “A’s” you would congradulate him. If he would make some big accomplishment, you would congradulate him then, also. If you have ever had a best friend move away then you should still keep in contact with him. Especially if he doesn’t move very far away. Here’s an idea. If your friend has moved away, but you still want to hear his voice, keep an audio tape cassette in circulation in the mail. This way you will never forget your friend’s voice. This is what my best friend and I do. We both fill each other in on what’s going on that’s new.

I’m burning the last taper candle that I’ve got. I’m burning it for health. I can’t help but grin and think that uses candles too. No, I’m not Catholic. And you were right, , I’m not Wiccan any more either. I’m moving again, and I have to thank for a good boot to the ass.

If you’re wondering about Tang, there’s a good reference here.

When this candle is done, I’m going to take the old candle mold out of my car and start recycling the old wax dripoffs. Yup, for all of the fans out there of it, the eight-pointed star gigantor skippy-made candle will be re-appearing shortly. I need to get some gum for the wick hole, as well as a coffee can and an old stove pot.

I’m also getting my hair cut today. No, not like that, . Hee hee!