underdogs on top.

first of all, i would like to point out that i dont like cheese, thus i have never in my life partaken in the eating of a grilled cheese sandwich. the sandwich you are about to read about belongs to the 4 yr old im babysitting. i assumed you could simply place cheese between two slices of bread, put it in a pan and the cheese would melt. no such luck. i burned one side of the bread but figured, hey it still looks edible right? but the cheese still wasnt melted so i decided to microwave it. apparently, a minute is far too long, as i opened the door to find a sea of orange goop covering the plate. i cleaned it up and tried to make it look semi-appealing but it apparently tasted burnt and “yucky.” aysha informed me that i needed to use butter to cook sammy number two. this one was coming along nicely until the fire alarm went off. i now have three pans with cheese caked onto them, the sliding doors wide open and the fan on high when its a windstorm outside, and a successfully not burnt, not-to-cheesy, not “yucky” grilled cheese sandwich… third times a charm.

Dylan Thomas (via simko) (via quote-book)

lauralynn:

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here i am, almost four years from the date of my high school graduation, watching the gossip girl finale. it reminded me of the things we all said and did right before, during, and after our graduation. the hard work we put into our classes to get us into college? im still at solano. the endless extracurricular activities i did that would look good on my college apps? didnt even need em. the nights we said we would never forget? forgotten. at least the majority of them. the time we spent trying to make everyone like us; the fights for status and popularity? made no difference the day we graduated high school. it sucks that the things that meant SO much to us then mean nothing now. the people we were four years ago are irrelevant as we so quickly became who we now are. its like it happened so slowly that we didnt even notice, yet so quickly that we may have surpassed ourselves. its so strange to look back on the people we were versus the people we are. i like the old me better… i need to find a way to get back to that person.

cady:: aysha lameace awad says the s in disc is silent. whore of a woman you are. And I meant change metaphorically, I'm gonna need you to get on my level, jobin. Enjoy davis's indepence of the confederacy, ya jerkoff. Oh and ps it was supposed to say independence, so don't try and rub my 2 year spelling bee champion title in my face, its really not a big deal.
aysha:: so is that how you began your reforming process? by asking for change in exchange for performing fellatio? baby steps i guess. i will thoroughly enjoy the independence of this great city as you parade with townies in a corner saloon, stay classy asshole. P.S. i'm assuming the word "sentence" was never one of the words in your two years of spelling bee glory. P.P.S. your elementary school spelling career withers in the shadow of mine.
cady:: if you show me your two gold medals maybe we can talk but until then ill be polishing my trophies. and no, "sentence" was not used, hence the reason i habitually spell it wrong, thanks for bringing it up jackass. you better believe i will ho-check your ass every time you say your instead of youre, which HAS happened before and i will NOT stand for it. happy fuckin independence day, wilton davis, i will ask for change both literally and figuratively and drop the nonmetaphorical change over kevin bacons grave... oh wait my cat ate him.
aysha:: i didn't know they gave out trophies for being a jackasshole, weird. And forgive me for the occasional homonym slip-up, i am but human. I'll be sure to ho check you on every movie you misquote ie. it is "Suck it, Reindeer Games!" followed by "I'm not Ben Affleck" and closed with "You white, then you Ben Affleck". now please return to straightening that rats nest you call hair before i come and punch you and that cockpuppet of a grave robbing cat in the face. P.S. take a pic of your fit tonight i wanna see the shirt.
cady:: oh were talking olympic hater games now are we? go take a sip of your haterade you fucking jerkdick, and then swallow it, i hear thats what you do best. if you wanna start with the movie quoting, its not exactly fair to compete with a movie ive seen once and youve seen forty five fucking times whilst over at the house of tozier, thatd be like me pulling out pineapple express quotes and expecting you to laugh when i told you to prepare to suck the cock of karma! we all know you were in "role models" and played the small negro child, you freakin dickie roberts former child star. i can only hear you chant "insane in the membrane, inSANE got no BRAIN!" so many times. step your game up and lets get on a round of stepbrothers quotes or better yet go old school and pull out the zoolander card, huh? what about that? if you wanna talk hair, we can discuss your pube fro and then follow that discussion up with a straightening contest, pretty sure id win, mainly because im straight and youre GAY.
aysha:: umm..if by "gay" you mean the old English definition of fun, enjoyable, and carefree . . . then, yes, i am extremely gay. The haterade is quite tasty but you wouldnt know since you bypass your tastebuds and take everything straight to the back of the throat, who would've known your mom's greatest talent would be passed on to you. and i'm so beyond movie quoting as a pass time or form of battling, but if you wanna roll let's do it mufuggah. And also i was indeed the small black child and i'd appreciate it if you'd take a step back and quit hating on the fact that i got an acting job without even trying, its called natural talent. And i really don't think you wanna talk body hair, groucho. and it doesnt take a community college degree to see that a fuckin white persons hair is gonna straighten better than a biracial nymph's such as myself. please quit hating on my culture and my melanin you red-headed step-daughter of the confederacy.
cady:: first of all, im a GRANDdaughter of the confederacy, not a step-child, nor do i have a lush red mane like your best friend lindsanity LOLhan and your mom, the pigment free nicole kidman. how did you end up looking the way you do with such an albino mother? she told me she slept with bernie mac, rest in peace but roll over in your grave simultaneously. surely you jest, your jealousy of my luciously bronze skin is really a tad overwhelming. if youre over the movie battling then i suggest you step it up a notch with a dropkick murphy or two, or perhaps see me on the dance floor for a round of ABDC volume 4.0 starring myself as my own dance crew, seeing as i dont need anyone but my own self to serve you properly. i hear you have the the crouching tiger hidden jerkdick thing down to a fucking patent. i will be performing to a song i wrote about you, you may have heard of it, its called "hood nigga," you may be the next gorilla zoe, but im gonna you to step out of the crest one time and show a little class. just because your brothers a rockstar doesnt mean you are, sweetie.

7 months ago

purchase a flipcam.
make really sweet video of nature and cools signs & whatnot.
pick the perfect song and turn it into a music video.
become famous.

-or-

google how to write a manuscript.
use monologue i made up last night to form storyline.
write manuscript.
become famous.

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technically speaking, i should be graduating as of 3 weeks from now. but instead i am back to square one. lately, i have been looking on facebook at all of my old friends pictures of their last couple months of college and MAN is it weird. my partner in crime, and quite possibly the other half to my whole, is graduating from college. i keep thinking about all those parties we went to on weeknights, all the classes we skipped just to lay by the pool because it seemed ridiculous to waste a sunny day, the nights we would sneak into the hottub only to get kicked out, the nights at the tke house playing kings cup, time spent helping jose get out of all sorts of trouble, finding chelsea hiding beneath a recycling bin, finding chelsea in a bush after accidentally eating shrooms, drinking 40s while pretending to study for finals, finding the rape stick and rape whistle and parading around barbera with them, all of stacys csa seminars that only me and tai would show up to, super bowl party at the west sierra house, jumping fences in chico, locking ourselves out of our rooms, pretending to be sleeping when dev would knock on our door before dinos class at 730am, tke formals and cocktail parties, playing “my humps” everytime we left campus, 7-11 slurpee and candy runs, tanning alllll the time, hiding nood in my closet, the hookup wall, tanning at craigs salon, learning ways to get around getting in trouble for anything from hayley, the hole in tai’s purse that she lost EVERYTHING in, save a horse ride casey, nights at chris/dustin/caseys watching family guy and laughing at EVERYTHING they did, listening to “sweet honey” by slightly stoopid, theme parties ALL the time, stealing jose’s weed and then putting it back just to mess with him… there was never a more colorful time in my life and i wouldnt take it back for anything, unless it meant i was still there with tai, graduating this month from the best four years of my life.

cady & b-lee moments, captured.

blee:: i need a beer.
cady:: you need a sledgehammer.
random chick:: yeahhh sis he was feelin that shit!
cherry:: no ones fucking here!
cady:: my math teachers tryin to kick it
cherry:: is he really?!
cady:: ive got a nose like a snake.
blee:: ears like a toad.

8 months ago

underdogs on top.

Fine Folk

the grilled cheese chronicles

whoever made weekends only two days long needs to be taken up from the grave and taught a lesson. fucking 5:2 ratio what is this bullshit. honestly learn some basic mathematics and put that shit in balance. ugh.

commencement.

plotting.

so its been four years.

cady & b-lee moments, captured.