OH..THAT'S how you cut a bagel.

When I first moved into this house, I used to make bacon, egg, and cheese bagels every single morning. I ate like a king. It's not like all those ingredients weren't immediately available to me while living at home, but when i finally struck out on my own, a certain sense of empowerment came over me, and i realised that i can make whatever I want---indeed, i would only be eating whatever I made, so I better make something I want.


Anyways.


I eventually gave up on this specific meal because a) my bagels were never as good as Tim Horton's version, and 2) bagels are really difficult to cut because where do you hold the bagel while you're cutting? I have visible scars from being unable to solve this problem. One of my earliest memories is of blood literally PUMPING out of my  finger early in the morning, and I had to go wake up my parents to make the bleeding stop. But first I took a picture.

So how do people cut bagels? It's a frightening endeavor for sure.. there's just so many dangers, and people have various ways of protecting themselves:

Or more drastically...

Or less effectively...

But then this last week, i finally figured it out. if you take the knife, and aim the tip of the knife for the HOLE (not the whole) of the bagel  and slowly cut around the bagel instead of taking the whole thing on with one cut through. This way, you can still hold the rest of the bagel and simply rotate it as you cut. YES!


Did everyone else already know how to do this? I feel undeniably intelligent due to this discovery. Don't ruin that for me.

Come On--Caaaammmm

Come on inspiration! I know you're there! Every single day I'm being exposed to new places, people, activities, mindsets and cereal flavours! Where's the spark and stroke of genius that I naively believe I once possessed? Why all this silence? Well..a small triumph-- I wrote a song! And HECK, since I have nothing better to write, let me share they lyrics with the small handful of you that still fumble and stumble and bumble along to this page. It's called The Fence.


There's a fine line between love and jealousy
Between fighting for your time
and fighting for your love
and letting you be

What do you want from me? 
What can I give to you 
To make you love me?
Just like you already do.

There's a gray space between
where your plans end and where mine begin
Between shutting you out
and letting you down
and bringing you in

There's a fine line between apathy and chill
between sitting back, relaxing,
or hitting a standstill.

There's a gray space between a push and a pull
Well whatever the case may be
I don't feel very comfortable.

We can't take back 
the time we spent
Not making up our minds
Sitting up on the fence


I need to get out and meet more people people. More Real people. Less BS and more COOL. Less like who I slip into being and more like the person I'd rather become.  More people who have some sort of discretion for who they call friends, and yet treat everyone as potentials.  More people who speak truth. More people I can trust.

grr.

Teeth of the Wise

My wisdom teeth are coming in.

of course, I could have said that a weekend two years and two weeks ago too. For it was on said weekend while i was camping that suddenly in the bitter cold of 4am, my wisdom teeth caused some of the most excruciating pain I had felt since...the last time I teethed. I was forced to emerge from the warm tent and wander aimlessly sucking on ice cubes until I could no longer stand the bite of the cold against my gums. I'd then spit them out and breathe vigorously as the brainfreeze set in. All this as I went from campsite to campsite stumbling out of the trees to ask anyone who was awake for a couple tylenol, holding my head in my hands. I was eventually given a whole bottle of tylenol 3's or something, which over the course of 8 hours i downed half of.

I would become psychotically depressed for a few weeks after this until the tylenol worked its way out of my bloodstream.

Exactly two years later, it happened again.

and now two WEEKS later, i'm once again away from home, and my jaw is killing me. NO i will not go to the dentist. NO i will not go to the front desk of the hotel and ask if they have tylenol. NO. If my teeth want to fight me, i'll fight back.


I need to find something to do tonight. This is gonna be a long summer. But usually we say that with a smile.


Woohoo for movies and music and books. How's it goin?