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How to make Chipotle burrito rice.



1 teaspoon vegetable oil or butter

2 tsp. fresh cilantro

2/3 cup white basmati rice

1 cup water

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 lime



In a 2-quart heavy saucepan, heat oil or butter over low heat, stirring occasionally until melted. Add rice and lime juice, stir for 1 minute. Add water and salt, bring to a full rolling boil. At boiling, cover, turn down to simmer over low heat until rice is tender and the water is absorbed, about 25 minutes. Add cilantro and fluff rice with a fork.

(add crack as needed.)

Damn. I just took an 8 AM bike ride across campus and back when I could have remained sleeping in my bed. Freaking physics lab will forever be the bane of my existence.



In any case, it's been a long time since my last post...I guess I'll do one of those list posts to catch up:



Books read:

1. The Poyson Garden by Karen Harper

2. The Queene's Cure by Karen Harper

3. The Twylight Tower by Karen Harper

4. The Tidal Poole by Karen Harper

(These were historical fiction stories based on Elizabeth Tudor's reign of England)

5. Like Being Killed by Ellen Miller (ridiculously depressing, was on suicide watch for a couple hours afterwards)

6. Lost Boy Lost Girl by Peter Straub (pretty good except for the surreal ending)

7. Downsiders by Neal Shusterman (mediocre "dark" kid's book)

8. Blackbird House by Alice Hoffman (one of her best, after Practical Magic)

9. More Than You Know by Beth Gutcheon (easily the best novel I read this break, half ghost story, half tragic love story)

10. Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe (an 18th century novel by the same guy who did Robinson Crusoe about a skank who ends up going straight after about age 60)

11. Bad Boy by Olivia Goldsmith (by the woman who wrote the book that First Wives Club was based on--pretty good random fun read)



Movies seen:

1. Darkness (another take on the slightly overdone but still good if done well "scary distrubed little kid" genre of horror movies...it was not well done.)

2. Phantom of the Opera (I have a girl crush on Emmy Rossum now. enough said.)

3. In Good Company (even excluding the fact that I got to watch Aaron's clone onscreen for an hour and a half, this was a really great movie, which I admit even if it makes me seem like an over-50 matron...who incidentally, were the only people who were in the theater other than me, my sister, and Aaron.

4. Series of Unfortunate Events (awesome sets, pretty good movie)

5. Meet The Fockers (pretty good, I liked it better than the first bc there was less vicarious humiliation)



Presents received:

1. DVD player won by my grandad in a raffle

2. Do-it-yourself wall clock

3. Vanilla Sky dvd

4. Eternal Sunshine dvd

5. Framed picture of Colin Firth from my sister

6. FM transmitter for my Ipod from Aaron



One big event that will be spoken of on this blog once my friends all hear about it.

Finals are upon us...



Have finished a lot, and stress should be over by Thursday noon at which point I can begin to leisurely go through my History of the West and 20th Century Short Story notes.



Went to Christina's graduation this past Sunday, and then to dinner at Umi's sushi bar afterwards with her and her friends and family. I've never eaten so much raw fish before in my life... Christina ordered banana tempura from desert, and I tried some (actually hogged a lot of it) and dude, it was awesome, a truly transcendental experience.



Have been to the gym everyday for the last ...2 days.



One last thing--Has anyone noticed the underlying evil that is AOL instant messenger? Everytime I'm at the library studying, everyone around me has their buddy lists up on their comp. screens, despite the fact that it's finals week and most of them are also tearing their hair out over unfinished papers, and organic tests. Man. AIM, the main diluter of the productivity pool. It would not exist in Action center... (an allusion that no one will get b/c no one reads Michael Marshall Smith).



yeah, that was a really nerdy thing to say, but i stand by it.

I just kissed my boyfriend, and the lingering taste of spray paint and Dr. Pepper makes me miss him already...ha.



So I finally got my life in order--the ID card is up and running again, my physics test is over and done with, and now I just have two papers and a test before I start studying for finals, which actually should be a relief after this week.



My roomate graduates in December, I hope I don't get another one, but I probably will. Urgh. Well, it will probably be better than I imagine, I just don't feel like getting used to someone else.



I finally got to the step machines--Jenn1 was right! They are awesome. Like, freaky alien pods that exercise your limbs for you. I'm sure it says something disturbing about my life that while people are "starving in Somalia" I need to get on a machine that basically moves my limbs for me (because I am too lazy to get my ass up and around a track) in order to burn off the fat that builds up from eating pretty much whatever I feel like at any given time of the day.

But hey, who cares, I am a true child of urban civilization, and therefore I know how to appreciate being able to work up a healthy sweat while reading the captions on The Simpsons and That 70's Show and listening to Sarah McLachlin at the same time.

Just curious--Jenn1? I know you can kick my ass in the wonderful world of step-machining, but how long do you usually go for? People are so hardcore, I was concentrating on the fact that I was working up the first real sweat of my life, and the girl next to me was reading for a class...can we say multi-tasker of meredith steele proportions?

It's days like these that make me want to curl up into a little, unobstrusive ball and die in the corner...



I was getting ready to go to the gym with Christina (she was going to teach me how to use the step machines, and I was excited b/c of Jenn1's mention of them in her livejournal) and when I get to the door of the gym, right as I'm about to say happily "It would be just like me to forget my ID card, but I didn't," I reach into my pocket and find no ID card.



It's gotta be lack of sleep.



And to make it worse, 5 minutes after I cancelled it online, someone calls me up to return it.

So now I still have to trek all the way across campus and then some in order to get it reinstated. Also, the office is closed now. So I'll have to do it tomorrow morning before my freaking Physics class.



Life is truly the most hilarious thing anyone ever could have thought up.

My brain is about to explode.



I have a Physics test on Tuesday so this entire weekend has sucked nasty crusty fat ass. Douchebag ass. ha.



Well, going home on Tuesday sometime, and then coming back up Friday for the A&M game (the first and probably last football game I will be going to...) and also to write a paper. I look forward to the campus being empty, b/c it makes me feel like I'm doing something I shouldn't...



Was going to ride my bike, but now I don't know where I would go, and it's sorta late...damn. Well at least I will not go backwards a step and eat anything. by the grace of God, give me willpower...



Cut my newly-bought Wal-mart too-big yoga pants into Mia's pants in Pulp Fiction. I think they're cool even if my roomate thinks I'm a fob. lol. ok.



Facebook is disturbing me--it keeps telling me I only have 3 friends. There must be more than that, right? Right???

I might be getting rid of that self-esteem downer soon.

I had one of my late-night mental breakdowns Thursday night after going to a New Yorker "fiction live" thing at La Zona Rosa. Now, this isn't as bad as it sounds, it just means I all of a sudden didn't feel any urge to sleep, and was stuck in a flurry of movement and hyperness...

After dropping Elissa off at her apartment (and picking up my birthday present, a "Red Vein" Fittonia argyroneura plant), I drove through Taco C's to get some chips and queso, which may have been my first step down the road of dissipation. Then, when I got home, I turned on the TV and saw that Bridget Jones Diary was playing, and so I watched it, and of course got all into it, and re-discovered the appeal of Mark Darcy. After that, I cleaned my room, and then made my large Rancid T-shirt that I never wear on account of it being huge, into a hardcore-looking muscle shirt. I proudly showed it off the next day, even though I was in such a stupor from staying up until 2:30 AM that I could barely walk straight.

Needless to say, got through Friday's classes though I can't say I did it with any amount of grace. Then, planned on going to see Bridget Jones 2, but instead ended up taking a nap, and then getting caught up doing nothing but lounging until it was too late to go to the movie and still make it to help Jimmy and his group paint the set...So me and Aaron just went to go eat at Chipotle and then heading over to the Communications building to paint. But when we got there, no one was in the studio they were supposed to be building the set in, and in the end, we find out they're running late and wouldn't be at the set till late. This is really convoluted, but stick with me--then we walked over to the Hole in the Wall where one of the guys was bartending, to find out whether we could get started painting and this (here's one of the points I was getting to) was the first bar I had attempted to get into after turning 21...and get this---they didn't even card me! What a freaking waste of birthdays, hell, I could've been a three-yr-old tottering in and they still wouldn't have done anything about it.

In any case, they decided they trusted us to start painting without them, so we went back to the studio and started painting. It was really awesome, just painting some walls matte white with rollers late at night. The building was pretty much empty, and the studio was really cool, full of huge planks of wood and plenty of hiding places. Which I definitely made use of...at one point, I was quite proud of how nice painting for about 2 hours had made my muscles (haha what a joke...), and so I said to Aaron, who was trying to get to the metal spiral staircase that led up to the metal walkways above the studio, "Come look at my muscles." But he was engrossed in his explorations, and ignored me, so I got back at him by hurrying to a hiding place. He totally couldn't find me--I could see him through a little gap in my hiding place, and I saw him walk by a few times (once pretty close, but apparently he decided I couldn't have fit in my hidey hole, and then into the hall to look for me in the bathroom, and then he came back in, mumbled..."Jennifer?..." in a perplexed voice, and then sat down to wait for me to reappear. He was totally stumped! But by this time, my stomach was cramping up with anxiety--don't ask me why, but that's one of the reasons I was never great at hide-and-seek as a kid, and so I cleared my throat really loudly like, "ahm.m.m.m" and there was a pause. And then Aaron was like, "I heard that..." and so then I was like, "Well, come find me..."

So yeah it was fun staying up late and painting that night.

Then Saturday I worked on a paper for my 20th Century Short Story class all day, and then at night, I went to go see Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, b/c I was so primed by seeing Bridget Jones 1 on Thursday night. It was pretty much a disappointment, too much adherance to a badly written book-sequel (near the end it actually becomes a bad adaptation of Brokedown Palace) , and too many allusions to funny parts of the first Bridget Jones. Not enough Colin, not enough clever-Bridget, only insecure Bridget. There are some good parts though--Mark Darcy and Daniel's fight, almost any part with Mark Darcy in it, which sadly didn't make up for the bad rest of the movie and plot...

In any case, if you haven't noticed, I heart Mark Darcy lots and lots! That standoffish-ness, that stoicism...and then that smile once you get past it : )

I feel like I'm in the middle of a late-middle school/early high school infatuation again...the itchy teeth, the hyper lack of appetite...oh Colin.

LOL ok enough of that. Let's just say I feel that and more for my real

sweetheart Aaron ;-*

And then Sunday I finished my paper, worked a little on Physics, and then late at night around 1, I went back with Aaron to the studios to be an extra, as a psychotic doctor in a science fiction short film of Jimmy's. But we ended up being up there till like 5 a.m., (good thing my first class was cancelled the next day)...but I am still recovering from it.

Hey what the hell, it's college, right?

Ok, so that was a long blog.

Over and out.