I Am Good At Three Things
Posted by asher
- Riding Bikes
- Obsessing About Food
Actually, I suppose I’m good at more than those three things, and there are certainly things I’m better at than I am at riding bikes and, loathe though I am to admit it, dancing (I like to pretend that I’m really awesome at dancing, in hopes that one day soon I really will be, though at the rate I’m making it to class right now, that’s going to be some time in 2075).
It so happens, however, that — perhaps because Pride Goeth Before The Fall, etc. — after boasting inwardly about how proud of myself I am for making it through one whole semester without being sick enough to miss a day of class, I have managed to come down with some nasty (but not dangerous) infectious thing during the last week of the semester.
Whereby I have now missed a class due to illness (I went to school Monday morning, discovered that we didn’t actually have math class [because my poor prof got called in for jury duty!] and promptly turned around and went home, thus missing Senior Seminar).
Which is a sentence fragment.
About which, in my present less-than-entirely-coherent frame of mind, I am unconcerned.
So now, having survived my Last Day of Class for this term, I’m busy lying around and not dancing because, seriously, nobody wants me in ballet class in my current condition (snotty, wheezy, full of inappropriate gastric noises, vague, feverish, “pale and interesting”). And because I cooked my brain doing maths homework and going to class, I am not trying to review for my math final right now, or to write (in case you’re wondering — nope, blogging does not count), or to do anything else that could be construed as “useful.” Nope. Instead, I’m lying around being useless and going crazy on Pinterest. And listening to my cat purring his hilarious purr, which sounds like a normal purr on the inhale and like one of those bird-shaped water-whistles that you used to get at the Strawberry Festival at the local Catholic church on the exhale.
Somehow, in my muddled, befuddled state, I have suddenly noticed that Pinterest is amazingly full of recipes for pretty miniature desserts — just the sort of thing that (again owing to my muddled, befuddled state) I am currently pretending I will make and serve to guests at the sparkly little holiday party I am pretending I will throw. Some of which simply involve dipping things that are already desserts in melted chocolate and then dipping the in colorful sprinkles, which even I can do, though I should probably wait until I’m doing being contagious and horrible.
Heck, I’m not even sure why I’m writing this. I was going to try to link to thinks on Pinterest that I am finding immensely interesting right now, but on second thought, that just sounds too hard. So, instead, here’s a link to my JustDesserts board:
It has twelve things on it now! It will probably have even more any moment now! Exciting things covered in sprinkles and chocolate!
So, um. Yeah. There we go. And in the interest of not making this post any less coherent, I’m just going to go ahead and post it without attempting to proof-read it*, and then I’m going to go pretend I’m watching a movie but probably really fall asleep because the cat is on my feet shooting out his soporific beams.
Moar ballet soon. I promise**.
*Okay, so I went back to add tags and categories and made a couple of small changes. I am a horrible lying liar.
**Seriously, I expect to be back in action on Saturday, even if I am only up to doing Essentials. Besides which, our friend Kelly is planning on joining us in class! Class with 100% more Kelly! w00t! They should seriously give me a gold star or something for my recruiting efforts. BALLET FOR EVERYONE!!!!
About asherMe in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Neuro-atypical. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.
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