Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.”
- Marianne Williamson, author & speaker.
by MASTIN KIPP on JANUARY 20, 2011
I align my habits with thoughts that bring me joy.
I can change.
I change now.
Today I welcome change.
I allow myself to be brand new right now.
I didn't sleep at all last night and I woke up with such a bad headache. I'm so stressed out right now, I'm supposed to finish 2 entire oil paintings, matte my pencil drawing, and do a watercolor painting, all by Monday. Two art classes seems easy right? Its not at all.
Yesterday I was at school until 7:00 pm. I was working on my oil painting for 6 and a half consecutive hours! Isn't that crazy? I'm like a slave to art. I am amazed that I could even focus for that long.
Well I am back on my Adderall because I just really need it right now. I need to be able to focus on my art for long periods of time. Also when I'm not on my Adderall I eat so much, because I'm always bored. Its such a bad habit. Yesterday I ate healthy though! Well kind of, lol. I had a small piece of cake for breakfast, then I had a 6-inch veggie sub on flatbread for dinner. Oh and I had an apple crisp granola bar at lunch. Then I had a ton of water!
I might have a nervous breakdown in the next week... So pray for me please!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
These cookies are honestly amazing! My mom has been making these since I can remember, they are my favorite christmas cookie. I love them! You must bake these and give them a try, because I know you will love them just as much as I do.
Original Recipe Yield 30 cookies
- 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 cup white sugar
- 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
- 1/2 cup butter, softened
- 1/4 cup peanut butter
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1 egg
- 3/4 cup confectioners' sugar
- 3/4 cup peanut butter
- In small bowl blend flour, cocoa and baking soda. Mix until well blended.
- In large bowl beat sugar, butter or margarine and 1/4 cup peanut butter, until light and fluffy. Add vanilla and egg, beat. Stir in flour mixture until blended. Set aside.
- To make Filling: Combine confectioner's sugar and 3/4 cup peanut butter. Blend well.
- Roll filling into 30 - 1 inch balls. For each cookie, with floured hands, shape about 1 Tablespoon of dough around 1 peanut butter ball, covering completely. Place 2 inches apart on an ungreased cookie sheet. Flatten with glass dipped in sugar.
- Bake at 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) for 7-9 minutes. When cookies are done, they should be set and slightly cracked.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
what you need:
2-1/2 cups boiling water
2 pkg. (3 oz. each) JELL-O Strawberry Flavor Gelatin
2 cups thawed COOL WHIP Whipped Topping
ADD boiling water to gelatin mixes in medium bowl; stir with whisk 2 min. until completely dissolved. Stir in COOL WHIP until well blended.
POUR into 8-inch square pan.
REFRIGERATE 3 hours or until firm before cutting into 36 squares.
kraft kitchens tips:
Serve these colorful fun-to-eat treats at your next party.
Prepare using your favorite flavor JELL-O Gelatin.
Garnish with fresh strawberries just before serving.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.
Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection.
I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.”
— Henry Rollins
Let that guilt trickle down your face and slit up your heart. It is much too late to help you now sweetie. Pavement smoothing out in front of you…Now, tell me again, does this horror leave you restless at nap-time?
You’re the not so sweet guy; the one with soft blue eyes; and lips so frail - they could pass for dust; the one never believed in what lullabies promised, terrible lies like true love and the reassurance that all the liar, liars burn in fire. You see in black and white. Truth is; I’m glad you can’t see in colors, because then you might finally realize that I’m too much for you to handle. Because if I tell you, you won’t believe me.
You were a streetlight in a starless city and because I had never seen a star, I thought you were beautiful. I wanted to watch you for the rest of my life, like judgment would fall in love with invincible walls; but I learned soon enough, you were just fire in a cage.
The truth is; I really feel nothing for you. I can throw it all away. Just watch me
No, you don’t know the first thing about me. And I can see how it bothers you when I slip; when I’m a little inconsistent. But you’re always asking, wondering who’s hiding beneath my skin. But let’s be honest, we know he’s not.
You are the crazy kind of beautiful; the free kind of sound waves that radiate from lies, infecting anyone who wants to be. Affecting anyone who wants to be. You live in the moment like you know you’re going to die, you don’t make any plans for the future like they tell you you should. And I like that.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Susanna: Declared healthy and sent back into the world. My final diagnosis: A recovered borderline. What that means, l still don’t know. Was l ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is. Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. lt’s you or me, amplified. lf you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. lf you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect but they were my friends. And by the ’70s most of them were out living lives. Some l’ve seen… some, never again.but there isn’t a day my heart doesn’t find them.
I'm sure you have seen these adorable little stars on websites like flickr, weheartit, tumblr, etc. I always thought they were so adorable and wondered how to make them! Even though I should be doing my homework I decided to google it and find out.