Far From Daisies.

Being disconnected to the world means not having to face reality.

Frankly it is quite nice, and I wish that I could have resisted the dying temptation to communicate with those that hold any single sentiment.

What you hear does not pertain to any yellow Daisies.

Ironically, you wish that you had never spoken to them, you wish that you had never thought about the yellow Daisies shining in the sun’s rays.

This utopian idea quickly flitters off in the distance, as the harsh veracity of life sinks in. Deeper than the flowers’ roots that shallowly grip the soil, harder than the tap of the key from which builds characters making the god forsaken sentence, the count of all accountability.

You are my Dark and Twisted, yet if I am the other, don’t let me be the only.

I am lands away, and even my tears don’t make a moat long enough to sail my way back.

But alas, the feeling resides inside my body as if mites that only want to further make there mark. The permetherin doesn’t make a difference, it doesn’t stop the box full of buttons, the bearer of bad news from transmitting themselves to me: of which they are not shared with anybody else. These buttons have no answers, yet they are the only superficial emotion that I get with such a distance.

Now as I sit here, copying my insides onto paper under a candlelight that flickers with each fly, their surrounding nuance only brings to the forefront another actuality. I cannot hold you, and I cannot tell you it will be alright.

The moat stands a few miles long as of now, but faults far too many to make it to the San Andreas line. The mark of the Chosen One, the mark that says you are here because of love, this love that is more powerful than anything else known.

The tornado doesn’t stop, patroficos totalis.

If you get the chance, if you choose to connect yourself, you soon will find that the tornado does not die down. The wind will blow you to the next day, with destruction always damaging the little yellow Daisy.

If you ever thought that you could be a true friend from a far distance- 

Realize that your drops of tears may keep falling, 

All of which doesn't make the slightest difference when they can’t even see your face.

Stressed.

I do not know what to do. I leave in now less than ten days.

And guess what, AMIGOS just changed my flight to the day prior!
Woot, do you know what this means?

Me neither, I do not know how I am going to do this.
To do:

1. Pack for Honduras
2. Laundry and Amigos appropriate clothing
3. Pain the house and stucco the holes that we made.
4. Clean, clean, clean.
5. Have quality time with those I care about, unlikely : (
6. Prep for my research this summer
7. PRINT MATERIALS
8. Put everything into storage!!
9. Eat my food that I still have..in the fridge.
10. Find a storage unit.
11. End of quarter evals. for Steering
12. Find a replacement
13. Start and finish my finals.
14. Go camping with my boo
15. Get anti-malarials!
16. Get a field journal for the summer
17. Get the last things from home
18. Not be stressed?

Pleasant surprise this morning when my boo's best friend walked in..seems to be the theme this week for everyone in my house..

P of A

Clean the house before 'Hopeless' gets here to do a walk-through of the house.

Everything is Breaking : (

I have an obsession with little things, I really don't know why.

I have a set of little spoons, knives and forks that I keep in a special home. Everyone makes fun of me, but it just makes eating more fun!

Last week, my favorite wooden spoon, that I've had since I was a little kid was sitting on top of the kitchen counter. It was all beaten up and chopped. Apparently, it went down the garbage disposal along with some of my other favorite things. I am livid. Yay for communal living!

Fire Drill!

Did you know that living next to an Elementary School isn't actually the best?

You'd think laughs, and giggles of lil' kiddies having fun-
You'd think hopping, skipping and jumping-
You'd think lil' kids that can't even pronounce the name of their school yet.


Well, it also means Fire Drills!
Woot woot, it's been going on for a bit too long now.
Good morning to you too!

We have a NEW House!

   

 It is quite exciting, we have a new house..well almost.

Filling out the application now and man do they want a lot of information! 

But I will be honest, the hardware floors, tile work, shower, and washer dryer are definitely worth every form we have to fill out-

The Dangers of Being a Bicyclist

    Today, I felt very self righteous! You know, in the biking sense-those annoying people that yell at cars to 'share the road'. Well, it may have to do with the fact that I almost got run twice by the same truck! Mr. Truck-driver was swerving all over the place and taking over my lane with the bat of a lash.

    Finally, with about five more major swerves we both get to the red light at Bay and King. I get off my bike, and yes- this is where I get all self-righteous, one of those bicyclists, and I hit the truck as hard as I can.

    The man inside looks down at me from his seat, some four feet in the truck to my five foot three stance. Such disdain of his facial muscles, maybe they were cramped, or maybe thats just his face. He rolls down the window and I teach him a lesson about staying in your appropriate lane, plus I scolded him just a lil' about not running bicyclists over.

    Same day, I get a text from Juliana (one of my housemates.)  Apparently, her bike neighbor at Safeway decided to not only lock his bike, but hers too. Her thoughts to dealing with the problem-'slash the tires!'

Someone [Very] Special

Who is this lovely lady? 

Any guesses? 

Miss Ashley Quyen Ann-Marie Hien Nguyen!

A.K.A. One of my best friends, Tash.

This post is to you my dorky friend, at age twelve.

A Dead Mouse.

I get a call from Tash this morning asking that I close the garage for her and give some water to Yoda (our new friend-her dog from home).  Meanwhile, I was working away (blogging) in my room. I walk outside to the hallway to quickly close the garage, and as I walk further down-I see an even newer friend.

A dead mouse!

If you did not know already, I am ridiculously afraid of mice, rats, any rodents really. I scream, I shout, and I run back into my room.  Ironically, I am the only one home. I call Tash back and tell her to come straight back home, get upset that she left me alone, and now there is a dead mouse, etc. She calms me down, and waits while I put on a pair of big boots, and attempt to head to the kitchen to grab a bowl to cover it.

I couldn't even do this! I start crying, and completely break-down. I try to calm myself down and do it again. Fail. So I call my Prince-in-Shining-Armour, thank goodness he is home. He comes over and takes care of the situation, wipes away my tears and makes me feel all better.
  
Yoda you are the best, get another one!
But, you wanna do this when I am NOT home?

Alice in Wonderland

A close-up.

     I really love practical jokes. In this case, the opportunity just presented itself really-

     We had just made it home from studying at Perg. (in my opinion an Anarchist Cafe-Noah would kill me for saying this, but-) and in the wee hours we began to scheme.

Art and its Artist, Noah.

     

      Unfortunately, the only housemate that was not home had to bear our shenanigans, and she did not like it too much. 

      Originally, we were going to switch the salt and the sugar, then we were going to have the cream cheese disappear (which would be just relocating it.)

Normal sized bed in the foreground.

    None of this happened, instead Noah grabs the wrench and starts taking apart her bed..

      We end up taking it entirely apart, hide the pieces, fold the sheets and make a new one. We figured when she got back, it would be as if she had just taken a shrinking pill, yikes-Alice in Wonderland.

      The new bed was made of clothes pins and looked pretty sheik. Lesson learner, not everybody likes practical jokes as much as I do. 

The tea-pot broke!

Pride

There is one person that makes just about everything in life so fricken difficult.
I follow your blog, and sometimes it makes me cry.
I never tell you this.

I am so proud of you-
I am also frustrated by you-

My stomach hurts when we laugh-
My stomach feels good when we cook-

You peel my pomelos,
And I wish I could tuck you in every night.

You know who you are, and you know why you are that person.
You are dark and twisted, and you'll be my kid's Madrinha (God-Momma).
We both just want the best for each-other,
and it sucks caring about somebody so much.

Well you know what-
I am sick and tired of you!
Come home already.

I want to give you a hug, and a squeeze.
Because everything is going to be ok.

Stealing Kisses-

I am guilty,
I steal kisses.

I like all sorts of kisses:
The kind where it makes a big smack, like in the movies.
Animal kisses along with silly faces-
Eskimo kisses, and cheek kisses,
Te amo kisses (which is twenty in total, ten on each side. . .)
'Good Morning' kisses that run up your spine, and
Afternoon kisses, when you serendipitously run into someone special-

Sadly, what I am beginning to realize, is that I also like to steal them!

The feeling of indulgence,
The lush ecstasy that only lip to lip can generate so sweetly.
The luscious warm sensation that begins, but never stops-
The exuberant sigh of release, comfort, sin, and deliciousness.

A bite, a nibble, a, I want more.

Yep, I love kisses, and watch out cause I might just steal them, if I have to.

Historical Event!

Last night, we got a mouse!
As it hoped about in the 'Have a Heart' humane traps-
I cringed, as if I was the one stuck inside a trap.
I screamed, as if I was the one that would be displaced from my family and friends.

Point the story, our friend the Mouse got out.
Yep, so no worries (self)-
You still have a heart, and so does the mouse.

Dear Mouse,
Please leave our house already-
I do not appreciate seeing you,
Ever.

Thanks so much, and have a bright and sunny day-
Fifty Miles from my house.

A side note, if you weren't enough of a problem last night, I now am too afraid to leave the couch as I am all alone, and I am in fear.
Wonderful.
Lil' guy, you are mighty powerful-
Slash, I kinda hate you.

Tejas Toyota

This past Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and even Monday, I was blessed enough to go to Texas.

Upon landing in the airport, the array of unfamiliar people, and my own dissolution that in fact there is a Middle America.  Fear, that was evident in my eyes, so potent: I was in Texas.

I had a job training. Yep, me a worker bee, taking on yet another job, here we go. As to not bore, I will simply list the highlights of the trip, which were many.  I narrowed it down to: 36 hours of airport loving, square-dancing, staying in a Christian camp site and mystery meat.

But the actual best part was the Confederate Flag, woot woot....oh Texas, how blatantly obvious that you have made it that in fact I am a California girl.  I would prefer to simply be naked and give out free waffles- Thanks for clearin' that one up.

Goodness me, I almost forgot the bestestest part, according to my Project Director, all of the vols. will get Scabies, can you guess who else is going to get Scabies? 

Yep, your's truly, last year..apparently all of Project Staff was blessed enough to get the dirty lil' critters nestlin' in their skin.  

I cannot wait, how fun, slash bonding experience-I think so.

*Photography courtesy of Juliana

The Days of the Week:

If you did not know, the days of the school week are the following:

Mighty Monday- Run run run run run, in the SUN!
Topless Tuesday- Come home from a long day and take it off. . . Next to the carrots and dear ole'  Mr. Gofer of course.
Waffle Wednesday- Make waffles in the driveway and give them out to people as they pass by with a special someone.
Thong Thursday- oh my-Black Lace event as always.
Friday Fever- Stay in bed, cuddle and drink tea.

Lemon Bars with a Twist [Vegan]

As the new quarter begins, Spring rolls around the corner: I start baking.
So this means Vegan Lemon Bars.

But it would not be a dish of mine if I did not alter the recipe some.
My man calls it:

"Savita: A measurement which is a spicy, lil' pinch and nibble. The perfect touch to add to any dish. (It is quite rare however, and there are even limited supply. But not to worry because I have the source itself.)" 

The recipe is as follows:
Original
Crust:

• 1/2 c. non-hydrog, non-dairy, at room temp.
• 1/4 c. confec. sugar
• 1 c. unbleached all-purpose flour

Filling:

• 1/2 c. silken tofu (soft or firm)
• 1 c. granulated sugar
• zest from 2 lemons
• 1/3 c. lemon juice 
• 2 T. unbleached all-purpose flour
• 2 T cornstarch
• confec. sugar, sifted

Altered
Crust:

• 1/2 c. Earth Balance
• 1/4 c. Raw Turbinado Sugar
• 1 c. unbleached wheat flour

Filling:

• 1 package Silken Tofu (I used firm, but would suggest soft for a creamier experience)
• 1 c. Raw Turbinado Sugar
• Zest from 4 lemons
• 2/3 c. lemon juice (4 lemons)
• 2 T. flour
• 2 egg substitute (this is a replacer for the starch as a thickening agent, beat for longer to add fluff)

Topping:

• Tons of walnuts (chop finely)
• Raspberry glaze*
• Confectioner's sugar to aesthetic appeal
• Some lemon swirls for garnish
• Coconut shreds
• A birthday candle: Happy Birthday Noah Miska Garber!

*Raspberry glaze: Add about 1 package of raspberries, and mix with water and brown sugar with a touch of agave. MIX!! Spread thinly over the fill, after you let stand the 'lemon bars.'

The left back burner decided to go on vacation:
It hasn't been able to light in months.
This morning, Noah turned it on!
Ignite!

Noah: It's the magic touch-

Sav: Two inches lower.