A simple yet complex recipe to make a disaster that has been voted best dilemma for 4 years in a row!
Ingredients:
-Adults (that were teenagers just a few months ago)
-School for 12 years straight
-A handful of peer pressure
-rules and regulations (enforced)
-tests (ap tests)
-Expectations
-Stress
-18 year old angst
-Parents
-Wifi
-Friends
-Work
-Lack of sleep
-Paranoia
-Uncertainty
-Stressful situations
-Sprinkle the word "COLLEGE" here and there
-Childhoods that have been murdered
-Graduate
-Make them choose what they want to do with their lives (extremely soon)
-Extreme freedom that they have never had before
-nervous breakdowns/anxiety attacks
-Unstable friend situations
-Enemies (rivals)
Instructions:
Preheat conventional oven to 350° F.
Mix all ingredients together in a big wooden bowl (spactula is recommended for better mixing).
Pour mixture from bowl into a glass 9x13 inch glass pan.
Cover with tin foil.
Bake in oven for 45-65 minutes.
Remove tin foil from top of pan.
Then bake for another 10 minutes to melt the top of disaster to perfection.
Add sprinkles (multi-colored is preferred).
Congratulations you have now made a huge un-desirable disaster.
Good job.
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Monday, July 7, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
if you really knew me...real talk...
Hi my name is Megan Erickson. (the senior)
I strongly dislike the Junior Megan Erickson that stole my name, I mean, it was my name first!!
I really don't enjoy how my friend calls me 'Meggie'.
I wish I had a different name.
I hate getting called down to the office to find out that it's for the other Megan Erickson.
I hate how in the yearbook under my name (Megan Erickson) is her name, and next to my name is numbers which are pages with pictures of her. (I mean really yearbook editors, does it really take that much effort to figure out who these people are and actually get the right names?)
You'd know that I've had classes with most of you people, and yes I do remember your faces.
I'm extremely bad at swallowing pills, just the thought of those gives me anxiety (which is really bad when I'm sick like now....so..yeah..)
You'd know that I hate to watch or listen to my voice on film or movies. (it's really ironic considering I took TV video productions)
you'd know that I once went a whole month by the name of Magellan.
you'd know that if I could've figured out a way to kill myself that abides to all my conditions I would've been dead as soon as I got the chance (last October).
I am 5 foot 9 or 10 but I'm still invisible to everyone at this school.
The only thing I wanted to be was taller than my mom, now that I am, I don't know what I want to be anymore.
You'd know that I hate seeing pictures of myself.
My zodiac sign is Aires as if that is supposed to predict my personality in some way.
I have been alive 6,625 days and 225 full moons. (up to date posted).
You'd know how I hate myself for everything that I have done (because I haven't made a difference or helped anyone)
I'm the year of the rat and my element is fire.
you'd know that this class has changed me.
You'd know that I make baby T-Rex noises when I'm stretching (yep, I'm a strange goose alright..)
The song that was popular the day I was born is: because you loved me by Celine Dion.
You'd know that I hate everything that I make. It always looks really bad, I don't see what you people see at all.
I'm not creative at all. I just steal from everybody.
you'd know that I haven't told anyone about my deepest regret (not even my best friend).
You'd know that secrets are crushing me.
I'm really nervous and terrified about graduating and also really relieved.
I'm don't even have a clue about what I'm going to write or speak for the open mic final.
I hate my handwriting. (it's not creative or original it looks like a 2nd grader's)
You'd know that I'm too much of a coward to actually open up my mouth and speak the truth.
I went out into my backyard today and just yelled and screamed at the top of my lungs. (I'm so glad that our neighbors don't judge us...)
You'd know that I'm sick and tired of one of my really close friends.
My favorite food is Lasagna and Funeral Potatoes (but not together of course).
you'd know that my hair is straight almost white blonde and ridiculously thin.
And that I hate how the front and the back hairs just like to stand straight up.
I've never died my hair.
If you really knew me, you'd know too much.
You'd know who I really am, and not who I pretend to be.
You'd know that I used to play sports and I enjoyed almost every minute of it. (except for some people, but I'll spare you the details.)
You'd know that I've never broken a bone or sprained anything.
You'd know that I'm slightly OCD but only with certain things.
You'd know that I hate talking about myself and you'd know the reason too.
You'd know about how I lie about hating everything and everyone.
You'd know how fascinated I am with everyone and how original and amazing everyone is.
You'd know that I like the way bruises and cuts look on my skin.
You'd know that I'm not worth your time.
You'd know that I hate my job, but I love the people that I work with.
You'd know that everyone at work talks bad about some customers (mostly the rude ones)
You'd know where I'm going to college (and how ashamed and disappointed I am at myself)
You'd know that everybody can hear you when you come through the drive-thru and think you are so cool and laughing with your friends when really everybody just thinks you are obnoxious and most of the time people generally don't like you.
this is getting too long....time to end it...
I'm just going to call this enough formal introductions for now.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
I strongly dislike the Junior Megan Erickson that stole my name, I mean, it was my name first!!
I really don't enjoy how my friend calls me 'Meggie'.
I wish I had a different name.
I hate getting called down to the office to find out that it's for the other Megan Erickson.
I hate how in the yearbook under my name (Megan Erickson) is her name, and next to my name is numbers which are pages with pictures of her. (I mean really yearbook editors, does it really take that much effort to figure out who these people are and actually get the right names?)
You'd know that I've had classes with most of you people, and yes I do remember your faces.
I'm extremely bad at swallowing pills, just the thought of those gives me anxiety (which is really bad when I'm sick like now....so..yeah..)
You'd know that I hate to watch or listen to my voice on film or movies. (it's really ironic considering I took TV video productions)
you'd know that I once went a whole month by the name of Magellan.
you'd know that if I could've figured out a way to kill myself that abides to all my conditions I would've been dead as soon as I got the chance (last October).
I am 5 foot 9 or 10 but I'm still invisible to everyone at this school.
The only thing I wanted to be was taller than my mom, now that I am, I don't know what I want to be anymore.
You'd know that I hate seeing pictures of myself.
My zodiac sign is Aires as if that is supposed to predict my personality in some way.
I have been alive 6,625 days and 225 full moons. (up to date posted).
You'd know how I hate myself for everything that I have done (because I haven't made a difference or helped anyone)
I'm the year of the rat and my element is fire.
you'd know that this class has changed me.
You'd know that I make baby T-Rex noises when I'm stretching (yep, I'm a strange goose alright..)
The song that was popular the day I was born is: because you loved me by Celine Dion.
You'd know that I hate everything that I make. It always looks really bad, I don't see what you people see at all.
I'm not creative at all. I just steal from everybody.
you'd know that I haven't told anyone about my deepest regret (not even my best friend).
You'd know that secrets are crushing me.
I'm really nervous and terrified about graduating and also really relieved.
I'm don't even have a clue about what I'm going to write or speak for the open mic final.
I hate my handwriting. (it's not creative or original it looks like a 2nd grader's)
You'd know that I'm too much of a coward to actually open up my mouth and speak the truth.
I went out into my backyard today and just yelled and screamed at the top of my lungs. (I'm so glad that our neighbors don't judge us...)
You'd know that I'm sick and tired of one of my really close friends.
My favorite food is Lasagna and Funeral Potatoes (but not together of course).
you'd know that my hair is straight almost white blonde and ridiculously thin.
And that I hate how the front and the back hairs just like to stand straight up.
I've never died my hair.
If you really knew me, you'd know too much.
You'd know who I really am, and not who I pretend to be.
You'd know that I used to play sports and I enjoyed almost every minute of it. (except for some people, but I'll spare you the details.)
You'd know that I've never broken a bone or sprained anything.
You'd know that I'm slightly OCD but only with certain things.
You'd know that I hate talking about myself and you'd know the reason too.
You'd know about how I lie about hating everything and everyone.
You'd know how fascinated I am with everyone and how original and amazing everyone is.
You'd know that I like the way bruises and cuts look on my skin.
You'd know that I'm not worth your time.
You'd know that I hate my job, but I love the people that I work with.
You'd know that everyone at work talks bad about some customers (mostly the rude ones)
You'd know where I'm going to college (and how ashamed and disappointed I am at myself)
You'd know that everybody can hear you when you come through the drive-thru and think you are so cool and laughing with your friends when really everybody just thinks you are obnoxious and most of the time people generally don't like you.
this is getting too long....time to end it...
I'm just going to call this enough formal introductions for now.
-Alec Hardison (ME)
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
how to.......STUFF
how to get angry
-stub your toe into something
-don't eat anything for breakfast
-don't get enough sleep
how to be happy (just some ideas)
-eat anything and everything (unless you are allergic to it...in that case I would advise you not to eat everything...)
-wear sweatpants
-listen to music
-write
-draw (if writing is not your thing..)
-rent a puppy
-sleep (maybe naps, if you enjoy those)
how to lose all your friends
-say something mean
-hold a grudge
-be stubborn
how to be sarcastic
-learn from the master (me)
how to make me hate you (hopefully these do not apply to you)
DISCLAIMER: Some people actually do these things and I do not hate them...it all depends on my mood....
-think you are all that and a bag of Cheetos
-get in an argument with me
-annoy me
-be my rival
-refuse to answer my questions
-make me jealous
-tease me
-try to be something you are not
-lie to my face
-embarrass me
-try to match my sarcasm
-make me feel worthless
-get on my bad side
-be too optimistic for my liking
don't ask me why the one about how to make me hate you is the longest..it just is..probably because i'm in a bad mood right now...
-stub your toe into something
-don't eat anything for breakfast
-don't get enough sleep
how to be happy (just some ideas)
-eat anything and everything (unless you are allergic to it...in that case I would advise you not to eat everything...)
-wear sweatpants
-listen to music
-write
-draw (if writing is not your thing..)
-rent a puppy
-sleep (maybe naps, if you enjoy those)
how to lose all your friends
-say something mean
-hold a grudge
-be stubborn
how to be sarcastic
-learn from the master (me)
how to make me hate you (hopefully these do not apply to you)
DISCLAIMER: Some people actually do these things and I do not hate them...it all depends on my mood....
-think you are all that and a bag of Cheetos
-get in an argument with me
-annoy me
-be my rival
-refuse to answer my questions
-make me jealous
-tease me
-try to be something you are not
-lie to my face
-embarrass me
-try to match my sarcasm
-make me feel worthless
-get on my bad side
-be too optimistic for my liking
don't ask me why the one about how to make me hate you is the longest..it just is..probably because i'm in a bad mood right now...
Monday, March 17, 2014
[title goes here]
Dear you,
I don't know what it is exactly about you and your family, they are just comforting.
You guys are enchanting. Your whole house is quiet and peaceful. No yelling or screaming. You asked me if I liked to play Settlers of Catan. I have to say that is one of the most random questions I have ever been asked before. I only stopped by to lend you a book and in turn you gave me someone to talk to, cookies, you listened and you actually looked like you were interested. Your house seems like a safe haven from my chaotic life, you just make me smile. Your eyes just make me want to stay all night and listen to your stories and talk about life with you. I want to know more about you and your struggles but I'm too much of a coward to ask. You make me want to stay and just talk, and talk, and talk until my throat feels raw and parched. But all good things come to an end. I had to leave, because like always, I have stuff to get done. I should have left earlier but the sensation from standing there made me feel alive. You make me feel nervous, and jumpy, and scared, and feel like I'm going to cry all at the same time. I just don't know how to use these wonderful 26 letters to explain what you make me feel like.
Thanks,
(but I don't deserve it).
-Alec Hardison
I don't know what it is exactly about you and your family, they are just comforting.
You guys are enchanting. Your whole house is quiet and peaceful. No yelling or screaming. You asked me if I liked to play Settlers of Catan. I have to say that is one of the most random questions I have ever been asked before. I only stopped by to lend you a book and in turn you gave me someone to talk to, cookies, you listened and you actually looked like you were interested. Your house seems like a safe haven from my chaotic life, you just make me smile. Your eyes just make me want to stay all night and listen to your stories and talk about life with you. I want to know more about you and your struggles but I'm too much of a coward to ask. You make me want to stay and just talk, and talk, and talk until my throat feels raw and parched. But all good things come to an end. I had to leave, because like always, I have stuff to get done. I should have left earlier but the sensation from standing there made me feel alive. You make me feel nervous, and jumpy, and scared, and feel like I'm going to cry all at the same time. I just don't know how to use these wonderful 26 letters to explain what you make me feel like.
Thanks,
(but I don't deserve it).
-Alec Hardison
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
You, yes you! I'm talking to you!
Dear you,
You make me so angry you say that it is all my fault when really I have done nothing wrong in the eyes of others...you make me so mad I want to just drive over to your house just so I can scream and yell and cry all around you. I'm crying right now, but do you see that NO you don't because you don't even care enough to come over and see. Instead you hide behind the new phone you got for Christmas not even caring about your friend. Well, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you telling me how to act and what to do and where we should go out to lunch and where we should sit and what we should watch. You make me so mad and angry i just want to throw this laptop across the room and just yell and scream until my throat and lungs are raw and bleeding. I feel like you just voted me off the freaking island and then you blame everything that is happening on me. You make me so angry, you act like everything is fine even when you want something different. You say that you want us to stay friends and then you act like it's just my fault makes us secluded and separated from the other friend group. don't you forget that you helped with that too. I hate that you automatically assume that I'm the wishy-washy one when you can't even decide which place you want to go eat at until you start driving, same with movies. I"m sick of you always getting to drive. I'm sick of all your excuses like 'I get sick when other people drive'. I hate that you assume that I'll be working and I'm indecisive and you think that I can't be on my own and then you tell me different perspectives of everything. I don't think I can trust you anymore. Because you are two-faced. You just make me so mad. I'm sick of being stabbed in the back with talking and then actions. I'm just sick of everything. You make me so angry.
I'm just so sick of you.
I don't know if I can still stand to be around you
you make me sick.
-Alec Hardison
You make me so angry you say that it is all my fault when really I have done nothing wrong in the eyes of others...you make me so mad I want to just drive over to your house just so I can scream and yell and cry all around you. I'm crying right now, but do you see that NO you don't because you don't even care enough to come over and see. Instead you hide behind the new phone you got for Christmas not even caring about your friend. Well, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you telling me how to act and what to do and where we should go out to lunch and where we should sit and what we should watch. You make me so mad and angry i just want to throw this laptop across the room and just yell and scream until my throat and lungs are raw and bleeding. I feel like you just voted me off the freaking island and then you blame everything that is happening on me. You make me so angry, you act like everything is fine even when you want something different. You say that you want us to stay friends and then you act like it's just my fault makes us secluded and separated from the other friend group. don't you forget that you helped with that too. I hate that you automatically assume that I'm the wishy-washy one when you can't even decide which place you want to go eat at until you start driving, same with movies. I"m sick of you always getting to drive. I'm sick of all your excuses like 'I get sick when other people drive'. I hate that you assume that I'll be working and I'm indecisive and you think that I can't be on my own and then you tell me different perspectives of everything. I don't think I can trust you anymore. Because you are two-faced. You just make me so mad. I'm sick of being stabbed in the back with talking and then actions. I'm just sick of everything. You make me so angry.
I'm just so sick of you.
I don't know if I can still stand to be around you
you make me sick.
-Alec Hardison
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Elementary
Best friends in elementary school were always strange. I mean you pretty much declared them your friend.
But then you only hung out at school.
But since you were friends you did everything together at school, like eating lunch and sitting together and playing during recess.
But sometimes even if you were dubbed as a friend of theirs you didn't want to be there friend. and then they would get all offended just because of stupid stuff like that.
So then, you would be their friend even if you didn't want to be.
You always wanted to be the person who knew everybody in your class.
My best friend that i have now is awesome and our story was unique too.
In elementary school we were friends but not really friends and then we hated each other and then eventually we because best friends in middle school because we finally realized that we liked the same things. And we have been best friends ever since.
Life seemed so complicated at that time, but it really wasn't.
-Alec Hardison
But then you only hung out at school.
But since you were friends you did everything together at school, like eating lunch and sitting together and playing during recess.
But sometimes even if you were dubbed as a friend of theirs you didn't want to be there friend. and then they would get all offended just because of stupid stuff like that.
So then, you would be their friend even if you didn't want to be.
You always wanted to be the person who knew everybody in your class.
My best friend that i have now is awesome and our story was unique too.
In elementary school we were friends but not really friends and then we hated each other and then eventually we because best friends in middle school because we finally realized that we liked the same things. And we have been best friends ever since.
Life seemed so complicated at that time, but it really wasn't.
-Alec Hardison
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