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As fall creeps up on us,
We draw nearer to one of my favorite times of the year.
The most wonderful time of the year, in fact.
No, wait, just kidding, that's Christmas.
This is the most almost-the-best-but-mostly-it's-adequate-but-in-a-good-way time of the year.
Yes, you know what I'm talking about.
It's school supply shopping time.
Except this year, we're not just going back to school.
We're going to college.
Back to school shopping this year doesn't just mean buying my favorite purple Paper Mate pen.
(Try saying that ten times fast.)
It also means buying bed sheets,
And cleaning supplies,
And a shower curtain
And stuff.
Weird, man.
So weird.
So,
I decided I would use this time to make a list of things I need/want to buy in order to prepare for college.
Because that's just so super interesting to you guys, right?
Right?
No?
Fine.
It's my blog anyways.
- Duvet cover
- Brita water filter
- Swiffer Wet Jet
- Shamwow
- Avocado Cutter
- .......
- ....
- Avocados
That's all I need to survive in college, right?
I think so, at least.
Not that it matters what I take, anyways.
I fully intend on marrying my first year of college.
To a doctor.
So I'll be well taken care of and such.
It's gonna happen, homes.
I've already met him.
He's practically proposed already.
I mean, look at the love emitting from those eyes.
His eyes, not mine.
Erica Adriana Pepper.
Has a nice ring to it, no?
Did you know,
That when you get married, the lady basically has a free pass to change her name to whatever she wants?
Some choose to be traditional, and merely add their spouses last name.
Some change their name to Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.
I plan on adding a "K" to my first name.
So instead of being spelled
E-R-I-C-A
It will be spelled
E-R-I-C-K-A
Makes it a little fancier, I think.
And besides,
That's already how I spell it on my email address.
So it's basically already official.
Maybe I'll add an "@" in Adriana, as well.
I'm in a weird mood today.
- Adri@na
Dear Chick-Fil-A,
I was recently informed of the new dip at your franchise, appropriately named "Chick-Fil-A Sauce."
When I heard this, and heard it was sort of a honey mustard and barbecue sauce hybrid, I was immediately intrigued.
The thing is, Chick-Fil-A, I love you lots.
Like... a lot a lot.
So when this new sauce came to my attention, I wanted nothing more than to try it.
For years I have been a faithful customer of your food.
I remember back in 2004, my sister and I bought Chick-Fil-A and sneaked (snuck? snook?)
Back in 2004, my sister and I bought Chick-Fil-A and Snookied it into the movie theater to watch Mean Girls.
This proves two things:
1) I have loved you for at least seven years now.
2) I am willing to break the law for you, Chick-Fil-A.
This love,
It's deep man.
However,
The other thing is,
I made a recent transition into vegetarianism.
....
I'm sure you understand, now, where the problem lies.
You have just come out with a new sauce,
The sauce of all sauces,
And I am not able to taste it the way it was meant to be tasted.
Sure, I can get fries and let that suffice.
I could.
But why should I have to settle?
Why shouldn't I be able to taste this new sauce with the succulent flavors of your chicken just because I'm vegetarian?
Don't look at me like that, Chick-Fil-A.
You know where I'm going with this.
What I propose is this:
You guys come up with an amazing, life-altering chicken substitute that I know you are capable of creating.
Then you take this faux-meat, and prepare it the way you would the rest if your chicken.
Chick-Fil-A,
Listen to me,
This is a billion dollar idea.
If there is one thing I miss the most as a vegetarian,
It's you, Chick-Fil-A.
And I promise,
If there's one thing you will miss,
It's my business.
Because practically,
I can/will eat you enough to keep you in business for years and years to come.
Think of all the money you're losing by not offering a vegetarian option.
Not just from me, even.
FROM ALL VEGETARIANS.
Chick-Fil-A,
Baby,
You're just too good.
You could break grounds with this.
You could gain millions of followers with this.
And I ain't talking about Twitter.
(But while we're on the subject, do you have a Twitter? I'll check and follow you after I'm done writing this letter.)
I want you Chick-Fil-A.
I want you bad.
So please,
I am shamelessly begging you,
Please make it so that the vegetarians of the world can enjoy your food just as much as everyone else.
We're people too, Chick-Fil-A.
Don't forget about us.
Sincerely yours,
Adriana
Last Saturday I woke up at the horrific hour of six thirty in the morning (after having gone to sleep at an early 3AM.)
I woke up,
Rolled out of bed,
Pulled my hair into a high, side pony tail,
Wrapped a neon green headband around my head,
Pulled some shoes over my thigh-high stockings,
And lazily walked out the door.
My mother encouraged me to perk up and eat a granola bar or something.
"You're about to run a four mile race, you know."
Yes, yes I was.
However,
This wasn't any typical run.
This,
This was the Dirty Girl Dash.
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| My Dirty Girl team. |
The Dirty Girl Dash
(Or, as it was renamed this year, the Kiss Me Dirty race)
(Though I like Dirty Girl Dash better.)
(You know, alliteration.)
The Dirty Girl Dash is a four mile obstacle course run that takes place a couple times a year in Utah.
It is an all girl run that benefits the research of gynecological cancer.
But, more than anything, it is effing fun.
The race encourages women to dress up to get dirty.
There were girls in prom dresses, girls in wedding dresses, girls in tutus, girls dressed like bee's.
Even girls dressed up as tampons.
My group opted for the eighties look.
What it is, is this:
There are two two-mile laps with several obstacle courses.
Haystacks, a tire drill, tire swings, a hurdle, a five foot wall, army crawling through mud, a net climb, and a run through muddy, and also freezing, water that goes up to your knees.
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| Triumphant fist pump after the first lap. |
The whole race was so much fun,
It wasn't even a race, really.
It wasn't about speed or your time or anything.
It was about getting together with a group of friends,
And getting down and dirty.
By the second lap, we took it incredibly easy and instead focused on pushing each other down in the mud.
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| I can get dirty when I need to. |
And then,
At the end of the four miles,
We crossed the finish line by running through a sea of suds and bubbles.
Suffice it to say that it that the bubbles weren't nearly enough for the cleaning we needed after that run.
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| Our group posing in victory. |
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| My sisters and I are dirty, dirty girls. |
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| The face of champions. |
And as my sister wisely put it, if we could exercise like that every day, no one would ever complain about physical exertion.
So I propose we do.
Who wants to meet me at Sugar House Park to go running this weekend?
I'll be the girl in the prom dress and running shoes.
Or, if you're too shy to do that,
(Which I wouldn't blame you)
You should at least consider doing the run down in Ogden on August 20th.
It'd be totally worth your time.
Even if you do have to take a thorough, hour long shower afterwards and wash behind your ears three times.
Three times.
Sheesh.
I hate to do two Lists of Five in a row, but that's just the way it worked out, yeah?
Also, I fnished writing this last night, but am barely publishing it now.
Ohhhh wellllllll.
Here we go.
- Implications will seldom move a conversation forward. Say what you mean and mean what you say. (Insert something about an elephant being faithful here.)
- If you’re tired, just go to sleep.
- If you want to buy the DVD set of Daria, don’t hesitate. Because the super awesome 24.99, prime eligible deal that you wanted will sell out, and you’ll be forced to spend hours refreshing amazon.com to get another deal like that.
- In case you forgot, graduation parties usually mean people will give you money. Don’t make the mistake of not having one. And in case you did make that mistake, remember – there’s always “Hey, guess what? I’m going to college!” parties.
- Don’t panic if you forget what it feels like to love your favorite band. Sometimes it happens. We love a band so thoroughly that we run out of love for them temporarily. Or, not even that. We just become desensitized to that feeling their music gave us when we first listened to it. It’s scary as all get out when this happens, but the feeling will come back. Right? It’ll come back, won’t it? ….??? SOMEONE COMFORT ME I AM INCAPABLE OF COMFORTING MYSELF IN THIS REGARD I FEEL LIKE I’M BROKEN OH MY GOSH.
But until I remember what that feels like,
I will listen to The Shins and Modest Mouse.
I did just that tonight.
I properly listened to these two bands, which I haven’t done in a very long time.
And the feeling the music gave me… Man, it felt good. I felt fulfilled, or whatevs.
This led to a minor panic attack concerning Vampire Weekend.
I realized I haven’t felt that with them in a while, and that terrified the absolute bajeebus out of me.
So I tried listening to their eponymous album,
(as I have over-played Contra and thought this might be the reason for my decline in admiration)
And….
Nothing.
I felt nothing.
I was just listening to music.
I had no emotional or physical response.
Ah, I don’t like the way this feels at all.
The void it’s leaving.
This is legitimately bothering/worrying/frustrating/ me.
Is that strange?
Both that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to love my favorite band and that I’m this upset about it?
I suppose I just need to ride out this feeling.
Let it do its thing, and wait until it leaves.
Bukowski by Modest Mouse is a damn good song.
- Adriana
Five pieces of advice:
- When eating a delicious veggie sandwich that has the tiniest little tinge of spice due to the red onions and spicy brown mustard, the best way to quell your tingling tongue is not water, but - in fact - refrigerated red grapes.
- When grocery shopping, take ads from other grocery stores and price match. Oh the money you can save. However, whatever you do, don’t leave your ads unattended as you stock your cart with Tampico. Because the ads will get stolen and then you’ll have to pay regular price on everything. I'm not kidding, this happened.
- Stop being sad. Seriously. Just stop it. You’re harshing my mellow. (This is a conversation I just had with myself.)
- If you’ve ever wanted an autographed picture of your favorite Disney character, break out the crayons, disguise your handwriting to look like a child’s (not difficult for me), and write a letter to a character of your choice telling them why they’re your favorite. If you send it to Disney, they will send you an autographed picture in return. Because, like, why would they deny a child their dreams right? I’ve already begun to draft my love letter to Peter Pan.
Walt Disney Company
Attn: Fan Mail Department
500 South Buena Vista Street
Burbank, CA 91521
- The album Two Way Monologue by Sondre Lerche is the answer to any and all problems.
Solid advice, people.
Take it to heart.
- Adriana
Tonight I baked.
And I considered making this part of my upcoming Baking with Adri series, rather than an Aoa18I
...
That is an awful acronym.
Anyways
When I finally do a Baking with Adri segment (which I will,) I want the pictures to be a bit nicer. Perhaaaaaaaaaaaaps I'll even vlog.
This is all yet to be determined.
So for now,
As I was baking rather late and only had my phone to take pictures,
It is going to fall under my new favorite series....
As I previously stated,
Tonight I baked.
I decided to make chocolate croissant type things, because this seemed the easiest.
The ingredients:
- A can of croissant stuff. (The kind that you have to pop! open. You know, the one that I can never do on the first try because I am too scared of it exploding. The one that also makes me jump everytime it finally busts open.)
- Nutella
- Chocolate chips
- Powdered sugar, eventually.
- Really, anything else you want to put in/on top of them. This is all I had tonight, though.
After you open up the can, unroll the croissants, and break them up. This is a bit tricky and, as you can see, some of my triangles turned out a little Starry Night.In other words, they are more swirly than triangle-y.
Tis okay.
....
Ahem.
If you didn't think baking could get inappropriate, it probably just did.
Take of that what you will.
Put chocolate chips on the heavier side of the triangle.
I'm sure there is a geometrical term for that, but I am too lazy to look it up.
If you know it, leave a comment and school me. Please.
Starting on the heavy side, roll them up and let the pointy side fold over like so. You might have to physically shape them to actually look like croissants.
That was the goal here, but all I can see are small, sad Yoda heads.
Do Yoda's ears work like an animals?
Do they wilt when he's sad?
(Note, the one that is most Yoda-like is the one on the bottom left.
Am I the only one who see's it??)
Into the oven they go. Leave them in there for about 12 minutes.
Though my brother said that the chocolate wasn't melted as much as it should be.
We figured it might have been because of the Nutella layer.
However, I think they turned out fine so my brother knows nothing.
If you'd like, you may keep them in the oven longer to make it reeeeaaaaaalllly gooey, but there is a chance you'll burn the bread.
Priorites and decisions.
All done! Please use oven mitts. Safety first, folks.I just say this because I care.
Voila! All the little Yoda heads are snuggled together like pigs in a blanket.
#toomanymetaphors
Put one on a classy Halloween paper plate, sprinkle with powdered sugar, and enjoy.
Top off with a glass of milk in an Oregon mug, and call it a night.
Or if you're like me,
Don't call it a night, but rather a nice way to waste a half an hour.
Was this a nice way to waste a half an hour?
Are you tired yet?
I'm not.
- Adriana
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