A Long-Awaited Meal

I'm sorry! See?

I've a sad face and everything!

Anyway...

Golden Oreo Bonding

Meteorology may be his strong suit—but another is keeping me fed with scrumptious snacks. Say a warm "hello" to...Spencer Peach, weather world extraordinaire!

Techno-Colored Crust

McFly's "5 Colours In Her Hair"

Just Desserts

It's no secret that I'm not exactly a fan of Twilight. At the same time, I am thoroughly convinced of Merlin's adept skill in improving upon anything and everything idiotic. But, just in case you weren't privy to those particular tidbits of information, I present you with the evidence that follows...

Monsieur Alfredo and I: A Complicated Relationship

It looks so innocent, doesn't it? Harmless, even. But, alas, this nature had no part in my experience with this venerable pasta this day. It was not to be... 

A Spoonful of Cobra

Cobra Starship's "You Make Me Feel..."

A Wittle Piece of Cosmic Pie

I love this song!

(FYI: It's called "Cosmic Love" by Florence + The Machine. Just letting you know.)

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes

I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me

blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blow out

You left me in the dark

No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight

In the shadow of your heart

To The Birds

Yes, yes. I know. Most people are, at the very least, vaguely excited by V-Day. But I'm not gonna lie. If I had my way, it wouldn't exist. Not around me. I don't really care what you do with your own time. That's your business. But just please, please don't take up mine with your sentimental. I'm not interested. Not even a little bit. I don't want any cards, chocolates, kisses...nothing. Just some peace and quiet. That's all I ask.

Honestly, I just don't get the whole Valentine's thing. Like, all of these girls are running around, twisting their boyfriends round and round their pinkies, and there's hearts everywhere. It's freakin' nuts.

And, well...do my fellow females honestly think that guys really care about you, just because they get you something for ChocDay (as I call it)? That what they get you is an accurate representation of how they feel towards you? 'Cause that's just ridiculous.

Fully Aglow

Your taste – the feel
of your mouth, the edging
all along your hot pink tongue – it's like
burnt sugar, trembling,
Crumbling black-brown
molded
oh so firmly
to the insides of my mouth
Yes, yes
I can taste it
I can feel it
I can

Red Velvet...Muffins?

Yes, yes, I know. This isn't actually a muffin. It's a cupcake. But, honestly, I couldn't find a picture of the muffin variety on Google Images. And no, I couldn't upload one of my own because a) my camera's dead and b) The Brick, a.k.a. my phone, is tragically outdated. So...yeah. Deal with it. [The cupcake masquerading as a muffin, that is. And, if possible, my dearth of technology.] I have to.

Anyways, my mom comes home from Sam's Club with this horribly huge trunk full of grocery bags. Of course, you know the thing about grocery bags, and, whether you do or not, I'm going to enlighten you. Because I feel like it. And it's my friggin' blog, so that's not really anything you can do about it now is there? [This is me in Royal B*tch mode, FYI.] The thing about grocery bags is that they're way too thin to ever possibly support all the crap they're expected to contain. Like, pages of the Holy Freakin' Bible thin.
–––Y'all remember how they used to rip every time you used them? –––The old heavy things stuffed in all the box trappings on the back of the, er, pews?                                                         –––Yes, those.
So my mom struts on up the sidewalk towards the front porch, almost trips on her to the storm door, and hands me one of those Bible page-thin bags all excitedly, like she's got something real special tucked away inside and she can't wait to see my face when I open that tacky old bag and unveil the "prize". And guess what? It was a box of Red Velvet Muffins. Not cupcakes, not even cake. Muffins. For those of you who've ever scratched your heads over why I'm usually more than a mite suspicious of what my mother brings home from the store and/or fixes for supper or whatever, this is why. It's because she hands me stuff like this. Stuff I've never even heard of. And she expects me to not only eat it, but enjoy it, practically salivate over it. She's nuts.

In my opinion, the Red Velvet muffin is nothing more or less than an appurtenance to the Double Chocolate muffin. On top of that, of course, it must be said that these culinary contrivances are, for all socially ecumenical extents and purposes, like me, at least in this regard: they are too strange for words [which is saying something, when you really think about it, considering the immense bulk that is the Merriam-Webster dictionary]. I rest my case.

But enough of that. Let's move on to something less depressing and, hopefully, more interesting to you, my dutiful readers – an epic update in The "Romance" Department.

It's Me - In The Flesh! Er, Web.

...

Okay, so I know I haven't been on for awhile...things have been kind of hectic lately. I know Biffs said junior year was a pile of stressful buck, but still. I didn't think it would be this bad.

Anyways, so this weekend I went to a writing conference. I'm not gonna tell you where it was, because even though I don't think anyone but my friends reads this, there's always the chance that some random pedophile will come shopping, so...yeah. I'm gonna play it safe.

Back to the conference: It was actually really fun. Even if Sunny and I were the only ones who could come on Saturday. But on Sunday five of the other girls came, and we read our pieces up in the Al--- Room. And I didn't faint. To Whom It May Concern: Unless you want me to either a) throw up on you or b) hate you forever, don't stare at me excessively. That is all. Mostly due to the moral support of my fellows - such as this one particular girl whose name starts with a "K" and ends with a "g". Who I just happen to call KC. Tehe. Notice the rhyme? You know who you are...

Afterward, I got to chill at the mall with J------------ and KC, with whom I made my first official trip to Sephora, Land of Grey Liner, Beige Skin, and Red Lips.

Dude. Is it bad if I just remembered that I need to turn in my AP English Vocab?

Updated --- 9.24.10

I'm Back! Finally.

Okay, so I know haven't been on in like...hmmm, let's see...a couple of months? Mostly because this has basically just turned into a blog for my eyes alone. But, whatever. You win some, you lose some. Or, as in my case, you don't win any. Sometimes life's funny like that.
Anyways...so a lot of stuff has happened to me since I last logged on. And, seeing as it's such a long list, I thought I'd try to make it as short and sweet as possible. Well, as sweet as any Before Breakfast blog can be. Which, hopefully, is sweet enough for y'all...well, me. So far. *hint, hint*
1. I'm currently failing not one, but two of my sophomore classes. And not just any classes. Drum roll, please. Art and Creative Writing. And you know what the absolute worst part is? Those are - supposedly - some of my best classes! Ah, the irony.
2. Apparently, some of the blogs I was following, such as Banners by Lyndsay, cupcake witch, and Just Blinded Blog Makeovers, no longer exist. It just keeps getting better, doesn't it?
3. My bestie Z and I are trying to bridge the gap between lifelong friendship and potential romance. Rather unsuccessfully I might add. And yes, Z is a guy. Sorry, my fellow ladies. My door doesn't exactly swing that way. If you catch my rather obvious drift.
4. Apparently, God, the devil, my mother, and all the crazies inbetween saw fit to make my life miserable. Really, people? Really? Do you have nothing better to do? 'Cause I know I do.
5. My other BiFFle, Nik Whoa. Scratch that. We'll just call her...Sorry. Just waiting for some inspiration. Anytime now. Anytime. Ah, there we go. Verse. Short for Converse, in case you were wondering. Considering that her feet are having an epic Romeo and Juliet style love affair with them at the moment. I'm just sayin'. Well, let's just say that shoes aren't the only thing that Verse has fallen into wildly passionate lust, er, love with. Ahem.
6. Finally, to top it all off, the guy I've been pining after since God and Mary knows when is probably gay. Do all the cute ones have to be gay? Is it too much to ask to have one, just one be straight? Or bi. Or something. Is it? 
Moral to this jilted story: Why me? Why does it always have to be me?