What is this? Pokemon?
"I choose you. I choose you. I choose you," a female voice said faintly, although I paid no attention to it.
"I choose you," the voice said again. I wondered who she was choosing and why she was choosing them.
"What is this? Pokemon?," I asked myself, as I strolled down an abandoned hallway. "Gotta catch 'em all."
"I choose you."
I turned around to see who it was. Nobody. I listened in an attempt to hear where the voice was coming from. Nothing.
"I choose you," the voice said suddenly.
"Is there some really rad Pokemon ringtone I don't know about?," I wondered.
"I choose you."
"No, really. I wish someone would choose me. But I'm never the girl to get chosen," I said in the direction of the voice.
"I choose you," it said again before I finally figured that the voice had followed me to my classroom. I immediately took off my lime green backpack and unzipped it.
"I choose you," the lady said. This time it was much louder, clearer. I opened up my pencil bag and there she was.
"I choose you," she said for the final time before I turned her off. It was just my trusty tape recorder. The night prior, I had recorded my roommate's voice as she read off lines for the memorization quiz I had in the morning. She recited her lines as Adam and left gaps for me to practice mine.
"Mystery solved," I thought to myself and smiled. "Although Pokemon would've definitely made a less lame story."
"I choose you," the voice said again. I wondered who she was choosing and why she was choosing them.
"I choose you," she repeated.
"What is this? Pokemon?," I asked myself, as I strolled down an abandoned hallway. "Gotta catch 'em all."
"I choose you."
I turned around to see who it was. Nobody. I listened in an attempt to hear where the voice was coming from. Nothing.
"I choose you," the voice said suddenly.
"Is there some really rad Pokemon ringtone I don't know about?," I wondered.
"I choose you."
"No, really. I wish someone would choose me. But I'm never the girl to get chosen," I said in the direction of the voice.
"I choose you," it said again before I finally figured that the voice had followed me to my classroom. I immediately took off my lime green backpack and unzipped it.
"I choose you," the lady said. This time it was much louder, clearer. I opened up my pencil bag and there she was.
"I choose you," she said for the final time before I turned her off. It was just my trusty tape recorder. The night prior, I had recorded my roommate's voice as she read off lines for the memorization quiz I had in the morning. She recited her lines as Adam and left gaps for me to practice mine.
"Mystery solved," I thought to myself and smiled. "Although Pokemon would've definitely made a less lame story."
Spaghetti Squash Salmagundi
Spaghetti Squash Salmagundi
Ingredients:
1 spaghetti squash
any vegetables in your fridge
seasoning
In case you were wondering, salmagundi is a medley, hodgepodge, mixture, jumble. This healthy vegetarian recipe is simply a general guide to making a delicious spaghetti squash dish, not anything exact. You can include a mishmash of veggies. You may add any and every vegetable you have at your place.
Spaghetti squash is an excellent substitute for pasta, hence the name. This is a low carb healthy vegetarian recipe/ According to Better Nutrition, spaghetti squash is a watermelon-shaped squash that's low in calories and carbohydrates and high in beta-carotene, fiber and omega-3 fatty acids. Dang, this squash has got it all!
Alright, let's get started!
1. The first thing you need to do is cut your spaghetti squash in half lengthwise. This can be tough because they're pretty thick. Then take a spoon and scrape the goopy insides and seeds. You can save the seeds and bake them if you want.
2. Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. Sprinkle pepper and whatever seasoning you want to the squash. Put both squash halves on a pan and stick it in the oven. It usually takes around 40 minutes to bake.
3. Now chop up your veggies. Veggies are a huge part of any healthy vegetarian recipe. I cut onion and green beans and added them to a pan on medium heat. After those cooked and browned a little bit I tossed in asparagus, broccoli, carrots, cauliflower, and red bell pepper. Cover the pan and stir occasionally. It takes a while to cook since there's quite a mass of vegetables in there.
4. Your spaghetti squash ought to be ready by now. Take a fork and poke it. If it's soft and goes through easily, it's ready. If not, keep baking it. Once you remove the squash from the oven, get a large bowl and a fork. Start scraping! It's super easy to do. It breaks apart into spaghetti-like pieces. Rad, right? Add more spices and seasoning. I included a no salt seasoning, which included garlic, onion, basil, oregano, rosemary and parsley.
5. Everything should be ready to go. Mix cooked veggies and the squash together. Now's the time to add more spices, if necessary. I'm a taste-as-I-cook kind of gal. I added pepper, thyme and an everyday seasoning which included sea salt, mustard seeds, coriander, onion, garlic, paprika and chili pepper.
Okay, so that's the easy cheap vegetarian recipe for ya. This makes quite a lot of food. Serve for friends and family or save for leftovers. Plus, this dish is extremely versatile. One day I added tomato sauce for a yummy pasta dish. The next day I put a dash of teryaki sauce for an Asian-inspired meal.
Please let me know if you decide to try this healthy vegetarian recipe out!
Bon Appétit!
The Krazy Tales of Kirby Tierney
It was a Monday evening. The night air was cool, yet it was stuffy in the small living room where four twenty-somethings gathered together for a chill evening. The group consisted of two men and two women. Some had been friends for years, while some had met only a week prior. However, at this exact moment in time, they were close.
The four reclined in various parts of the room. The apartment belonged to Charles 'Kirby' Tierney and his two roommates. Kirby's roommates didn't respond well to company and remained hidden in their rooms. Kirby sat on the dirty brown couch in his living room next to Olivia Burlingame. Olivia browsed the television, constantly clicking the remote. She smacked her gum loudly and sighed as she went from channel to channel.
The four reclined in various parts of the room. The apartment belonged to Charles 'Kirby' Tierney and his two roommates. Kirby's roommates didn't respond well to company and remained hidden in their rooms. Kirby sat on the dirty brown couch in his living room next to Olivia Burlingame. Olivia browsed the television, constantly clicking the remote. She smacked her gum loudly and sighed as she went from channel to channel.
Jamaal Amoros sat on a small black beanbag near Kirby's feet and slowly sipped on a beer. Flora Franco leaned against the white wall with a tie dye pillow behind her back. Kirby met Flora his freshman year in philosophy class. Olivia was Flora's roommate and Jamaal was a friend of a friend who happened to be was crashing on Kirby's couch for the time being.
"So what'd you do this weekend?," Flora asked Kirby and Jamaal. "Any girls this time?," she inquired.
"Yeah, we were hanging out with girls," Kirby said.
"I know, but you're "hanging out" with me and Olivia," she said, adding air quotes to emphasize her point.
"You're always like 'did you get it in?'" Kirby joked, imitating Flora. The four of them laughed.
"Sorry I'm intrigued," Flora said, kicking Kirby's shin. "You always have the coolest stories. If I had a cool story, I would tell you too."
Kirby seemed amused and thought about his weekend.
"We went to a warehouse party in LA on Friday," Kirby responded. "We skated all day. There was all the beer you could drink. Everyone was sipping beers and cruising on their boards. I drank so many I couldn't even skate, which is saying something," he said. "So I went to my buddy's car to chill, but ended up passing out in his car. I woke up like three hours later back home. Then, get this," he paused.
Olivia stopped flipping through the channels at this point and left it on Hey Arnold! Jamaal got up from his seat and went to the fridge to get another beer.
"Want one?," Jamaal asked nobody in particular.
"Yeah," Flora and Kirby said in unison. Jamaal returned with four beers in hand, two for himself.
"So what happened?," Flora probed.
"I hung out with my ex. She gave me like a 30-rack of beer for my birthday," he said.
"Seriously?" Olivia asked. "I'd never buy a gift for an ex."
Kirby gave Olivia a weird look.
"Even for someone as magnificent as yourself," she added hastily. She wasn't trying to be mean.
"The same girlfriend that you all of a sudden stopped talking to you? Let me get this straight. She wasn't pissed at you, but instead buys you beer? Interesting," Flora said, squinting her eyes in a train of thought.
"Anyway," Kirby began. "So I took it, told her thanks and bounced the hell out of there. We drank it all that night," he said pointing to Jamaal. "So pretty much, I had a ton of beer that day, beginning at the skate park. It resulted in a massive two-day hangover. It hurt my head to breathe. I swear it was like blasting a foghorn in my ear. My brain was pounding. Me and Jamaal just vegged out on the couch all weekend. Worst hangover of the year," he said.
"But it's only March!" Olivia exclaimed.
"Friday was totally worth it," Kirby said. And with that it was evident he was done retelling his story.
Olivia stopped flipping through the channels at this point and left it on Hey Arnold! Jamaal got up from his seat and went to the fridge to get another beer.
"Want one?," Jamaal asked nobody in particular.
"Yeah," Flora and Kirby said in unison. Jamaal returned with four beers in hand, two for himself.
"So what happened?," Flora probed.
"I hung out with my ex. She gave me like a 30-rack of beer for my birthday," he said.
"Seriously?" Olivia asked. "I'd never buy a gift for an ex."
Kirby gave Olivia a weird look.
"Even for someone as magnificent as yourself," she added hastily. She wasn't trying to be mean.
"The same girlfriend that you all of a sudden stopped talking to you? Let me get this straight. She wasn't pissed at you, but instead buys you beer? Interesting," Flora said, squinting her eyes in a train of thought.
"Anyway," Kirby began. "So I took it, told her thanks and bounced the hell out of there. We drank it all that night," he said pointing to Jamaal. "So pretty much, I had a ton of beer that day, beginning at the skate park. It resulted in a massive two-day hangover. It hurt my head to breathe. I swear it was like blasting a foghorn in my ear. My brain was pounding. Me and Jamaal just vegged out on the couch all weekend. Worst hangover of the year," he said.
"But it's only March!" Olivia exclaimed.
"Friday was totally worth it," Kirby said. And with that it was evident he was done retelling his story.
Life's Little Lessons: Part IV
* Life's Little Lessons is a series about the moral of each day. I am a strong believer in positive thinking and seeing the good in the bad. After all, when a horrible thing happens, you can either wallow in your sorrows or find the deeper meaning in the experience. Even on the darkest of days, there is a raison d'être or reason for existence.
Life's Little Lessons: Part I
Life's Little Lessons: Part II
Life's Little Lessons: Part III
15. Be complaint free - Stuff happens. There's nothing you can do about it. Live with it and learn from it.
16. Just do it - If there's something you've been putting off, right now is the time to do it. Seriously, there's no time to waste. If your credit bills are piling up, do something about it. If you've been madly in love with your best friend for the last year, just tell her. If you feel like you've put on a few pounds, go to the gym.
17. Things take time - You can't rush life. Some things require much time and effort. But don't give up simply because it seems arduous or unpleasant. Take it one step at a time. A day may seem long, but it'll seem short in a week.
18. Get out of the house - Seriously. Get out of the house. If you find yourself feeling cooped up and anxious, get out of there as fast as you can.
18. Get out of the house - Seriously. Get out of the house. If you find yourself feeling cooped up and anxious, get out of there as fast as you can.
19. Dine with friends - Got nothing better to do? Buy some groceries and cook dinner with a buddy at your place. Or you two could go to a cafe for a cappuccino and scone. Regardless of where or what you eat, nothing bonds friends more than food. Take the time out of your busy schedule to retain the friendships that you presently have.
20. Productive days are the best - Remember that feeling of accomplishment that rolls over you when you did everything you needed? You did the laundry, the dishes, washed the car, took the dog for a walk, cleaned your entire bedroom and finished all your school work. When you use your time wisely, the day flies by, memories are made, things get done.
Nevermore
Nevermore
by Carmen Varner
"Honey," she told me. "That's no fun.
Take a seat in the hot, hot sun."
I told her yes and went outside,
where there's no place for me to hide.
My feelings for you just won't go.
It seems that time has made them grow.
I wonder why, I wonder when,
you'll say you want me back again.
"A great day to write, isn't it?
At least life has no speed limit,"
a guy told me as he walked by.
I nodded and tried not to cry,
tears of sadness or tears of joy.
All of this is about one boy.
I told myself to stop this shame.
Nevermore will I say his name.
Lonely, lonely, alone, alone.
By now, this fact should be well known.
A master of unattachment
I thumbed through the petite notebook. It was slightly larger than a deck of cards, but its contents were infinitely greater. The cover included an illustration of a sleepy looking bear with a blue polka dotted nightcap. A dash of Japanese writing accompanied the tired cartoon; the language appeared so foreign in my English-reading brain. However, the outside is unimportant. It's the inside that counts.
Within this little collection of papers was seven days of fluid creativity, thorough inspiration. When I wrote what I wrote within the tiny lined pages of the notebook, I had no idea its words would continue to haunt me 171 days later.
I read through each page. I was searching for something. I became so lost in my own memory that I had forgotten my goal. I remembered when I looked up.
"So which one are you going to choose?" asked my friend, Chandra, as she hovered over me. Her eyes darted from the notebook to me.
Oh right, I thought. I was supposed to decide what I wanted to perform for my theatre class.
"Um, I don't know," I replied, lost in thought.
"I'll help!," she exclaimed and ripped it from my hands. Chandra flipped through and landed on a page. She cleared her throat dramatically and began reading.
"I'm all the way over here. At this precise moment I think of you. I wonder if I cross your mind. Probably not. Should I forget you? I would if I could. Is there some magic potion to erase this feeling? I wouldn't want to do that because you make me feel so much."
I cringed. Man, it was terrible to have to hear that read out loud, especially by a voice other than my own. I had already lived through that instant when I wrote it, I didn't need it echoed by my enthusiastic friend. That's the one part I tried to skip. Did she have to read that one?
"Is this about Bud?" Chandra inquired.
"No," I laughed. Her question truly was humorous. It most definitely was not about Bud. I didn't care about him that much to write about him. Not now. Not ever. This was about someone entirely else.
Chandra fingered through a few more pages and cleared her throat once more.
"I thought of you again. Thankfully this distance has kept me busy. I think of you less. I don't know what to do with this feeling. Shall I sweep it under the rug? Should I move on to someone else? Because I don't think you feel what I feel and it becomes more and more apparent.
Time seems to move on sluggishly. As of now you are not forgotten, but things change. Life will continue. I'll go back to the daily grind and I will not wait for you like a puppy. I've done it before and I vowed to never do it again. I'm doing it now, but I won't allow it to continue.
The issue is finding someone to replace you, as you have a very large part of my heart. Luckily, I'm a master of unattachment. I want you right now, but I don't want someone who doesn't want me.
By the time you realize, it may be too late. It's your loss. They always say that, but I believe it. You may not, however. Because if you did, you'd want me too. I wish I could verbalize all this but I can't in fear of utter rejection, of a change in our relationship.
I don't know what to do anymore. It's borderline unbearable. This gives me plenty to write about, but even more to think about. Slowly but surely, I'll continue on. All these words seem so small in the big picture. Are we even a good match? I don't know."
No, those words could never be about Bud. Though Bud was my present, he could never compete with my past. I didn't say anything. Chandra didn't either. I was completely mortified. My thoughts, though several months old, were lying naked and vulnerable in Chandra's hands.
I decided to break the silence.
"I'll probably go with the thing I wrote about my spiritual enlightenment instead," I told her.
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