Showing posts with label recipes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recipes. Show all posts

Friday, January 11, 2008

All over the place

I have this thing for accumulation. I like accumulating things. I guess I'm a bit of a pack rat-ish? But anyhoo, I went to B&N the other day with Evans, and being the Asian I am, I sat down in the cookbook section and flipped through this one cupcake recipe book, and wrote down the recipes that I liked. What's the point of buying the entire book, if I'm only really interested in a few of the recipes? Haha, that and I'm broke. I have to stop spending money. Last night, my mother came into my room and demanded that I write down all the purchases I've made since I've gotten home for break. She then proceeded to lecture, nag and yell at me. It wasn't very pleasant. And I felt uber bad. And fat. I've been spending a lot of money on eating out and food. Man, I need to stop. It's going to be all about going to the gym when I go back to school. I hope. I'm so bad with keeping up with working out. I suck at consistency.

Anyhoo, I just finished reading The Namesake. It was such a good book. Now I need to watch the movie, but I already know that it won't be as good as the book. Movies can never match up to the original text. The Notebook is a good example. I thought the movie was a disappointment. The book was so so so much better and more profound. I'm picky. I swear, I'm like the only girl who didn't love the movie. But seriously, I didn't see anything that great about it. It didn't move me to tears or anything. Whatever.

I'm pretty proud of myself for finishing the book. I usually take a really long time to finish books; that or I never finish. But I started this book when I got back from and finished it yesterday. I haven't read a book for leisure in awhile. I forgot how much I love delving into books and losing myself in a new world. Mmm, I need to make more time in my life for leisure reading.

I hate packing. It's such a pain in my butt. I have so much crap and I always manage to forget stuff at home when I go back to school. I'm so absentminded, oy. I'm a bit afraid for when I graduate and have to move back home. I'm going to have so much stuff. My room can barely fit me and my stuff as it is. I seriously need a larger room. I live in a walk-in closet.