Let me tell you a little about myself, I tend to
procrastinate. If I have to leave for something at 7am, you can usually find me
on the computer/reading a book/not paying attention to the time until about
6:55am and then suddenly I realize I should be IN the car and have no idea
where my sweater/shoes/books/purse/wallet/pants any of the above are and have to run
around my house like a crazy person
and eventually have to go back into the house at least once because I've
forgotten sweater/shoes/books/purse/wallet during the rushing....am I
rambling? Probably...what was I...OH right,
procrastinating. I'm really good at it.
So
good in fact that last night instead of writing an annotated bibliography,
which lets face it I could have finished in 45min or less, I played some
Bubbletown, listened to a few episodes of the Nerdist Podcast (of which I am
obsessed), and there may have been some obsessive Nashville Soundtrack googling
because I just wanted to hear Connie Britton and Charles Esten sing that last
song over and over and over....and I'm rambling again. So long story short
(HA!) I finished my bibliography around the time that I had to get up and
shower and go to class. Seriously. I haven't pulled an all-nighter in at least
five years. Crazy. So I showered, and got my life together and read some fanfiction left
for class and I was pretty awake, adrenaline running or some kind of shit that
I do not understand.
So
anyways, I sit in class, with my Giant Diet Coke from McDonalds, and I'm 100%
this class has to be over soon....I must have
been sitting here for at least an hour right?? ....it was 8:30....I spend the
remaining 45min trying so very hard to not fall asleep as well as not
make a fool out of myself because my self-censor was just gone. In order
to help me not fall asleep I decide to think about all of the things I could/should bake today, I go home and
instead take a two hour nap while attempt to watch last night's Criminal Minds
episode. I wake up and realize that I haven’t baked anything yet and
while these kids that I teach surely don’t deserve to have homemade cookies…I really
wanted to see what kind of blog this would be and that required me to bake.
Anyone
ever bake while drunk? I have and this was a lot less fun. Typically when I play my own version of "My Drunk Kitchen" (Which happens more often than probably should because I drink and want to snack and no snacks in my house means that I bake while drunk) I laugh and fall and forget what I'm doing and generally act like a fool...but at least I'm doing it as a happy drunk. This was just an exhausted moron who stumbled about attempting to gather
ingredients when really I just wanted to nap. For a functioning human (Which was totally me this morning, can't you tell?) the
batter is pretty easy to put together and the only ingredient that I consider
“funny” as in, “oh SHIT I hope I have X in my cabinet/pantry/refrigerator” is
maple syrup, which unless you’re Wil Weaton, you probably have (check his
twitter if you don’t believe me…it’s a thing I swear.). They have to chill for an hour
(lame) so during that time you can a)finally finish that episode of Criminal
Minds that you slept through three times this morning, b)finally finish the
65min podcast that you've been listening to for the last 90min, c)
write that blog post that really should never be published for people
who aren't you to read…ever or d) actually be responsible and start
(and finish) that Chem pre-lab that’s been patiently waiting for you to do all
week and is due tomorrow. (HA!)
Cookies….this
is supposed to be about cookies. Right, these cookies cooked up pretty fast and taste maple-y like pancakes but
they definitely have a cookie texture so I won't be confusing them for pancakes
like a character wanted to in Blueberry
Muffin Murder (written by Joanne Fluke). They are super pretty
though!
Although I hadn't realized how many the batch would be making....I'm
already on dozen #3 and I MAY have half a batch left. Sooooo it looks like a rather large amount of
cookies are coming my way. But for now, I nap.
Did I mention
that annotated bibliography wasn't worth any points? I know.
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