Cooking 101: Part 2

I had my 2nd cooking class the other night. And yay, my stalker did not show up! But he did call me twice that day and left me a message to call him back. Me, being the big baby that I am, did not call him back. My excuse in class was going to be that I was in training all day and never got his message. I wonder if he called to let me know that he wasn’t going to be in class. Oh well.

I was so dreading going to class. I was like, what am I going to say to this guy, I don’t want to partner up with him again. I got there so freaking early cause there was no traffic on the beltway. Instead of sitting in the same seat from last time, I sat up front and prayed that someone else would sit up front with me. Luckily another woman walked in behind me and sat next to me. And she was super doper nice. For the first part of class I refused to look behind me. When I finally did, I scanned the entire classroom and realized that he wasn’t there. Relief swept all over me. I could relax and enjoy the class.

This class was much better than the last one. We made red snapper with some nice sauce, lentil (WTF is a lentil?) and potato salad, and yummy chocolate chip cookies. I actually love to bake and can make pretty much anything from scratch, so I was in my prime for the cookie part. And the fish was actually really good. I may have to try that recipe on my own. Shocker and scary all at the same time. My mother is way too excited.

But the best part of the night was this poor kid. He looks to be about 18, in his first year of college and wants to learn how to cook. The first class the kid cut himself with the knife. I think it was a minor cut cause all he needed was a band-aid. But this class he took it to the next level. Somehow and I’m not sure how, cause he was sitting three rows behind me, this kid burns his hand with scalding hot oil. Let me just say, ouch. It looked like he was testing to see how hot the oil was by putting his hand in the pan. He had to put his hand in ice-cold water and his skin was already puffing up and breaking. The teacher told him he needed to go to the hospital cause the burn was just that bad. Poor kid. I will be shocked if I see him in the next class. And I’ll also be worried if he does show up, he might end up burning the entire place down with his luck. Some people are just not meant to cook and clearly he is one of them.

My Dream Car

My brain is fried cause I have spent the last two days stuck in training sessions. There was this uber hot British guy that was there, so at least I had some eye candy. He was delicious and tall and had great hair. So yummy. I’m getting off the point.

My poor baby Ethel (my ’94 Honda Accord) is on her last legs. I just replaced her starter yesterday and of course the mechanic found a zillion and one things wrong with her. Not only is poor Ethel leaking oil, she needs a new clutch, new break pads, and some other things that I don’t know the name of. I unfortunately will have to throw down the money to get a new clutch cause I can’t quite afford the new car that I want. Hopefully by either the end of this year or beginning of next year, I will be in a position to buy my dream car.



I really want the Acura TL. It’s so pretty. It’s a little on the high end, and if I do get it, I will be stretching myself thin, but I love it. My Father and I got in an argument about this the other night. He doesn’t think I can afford it, but I honestly believe I can make it work. I understand where he is coming from and that he doesn’t want me to waste my paychecks on car payments and insurance. But regardless of whether I get the Acura, I need to buy a new car. It’s time. Ethel has been so good to me, but the poor girl is just past her prime. We’ve had some good times and she has gotten me to a lot of places. But I got to make poor Ethel last till the end of this year.

Poems of Old

So I couldn't think of anything to write about since I stared at my nails all day at work and kept thinking that I need to do them. I still haven't done them, and they desperately need it. So instead I will post a poem I wrote in my creative writing class in college. The last poem I just found and added on to it. As you can see I was very bitter. Probably still am. Enjoy.

One Moment

One moment was all it took
For me to fall in love with you.
Staring into your brown eyes
I just knew, we were meant to be.

For me to fall in love with you
I took a great leap in faith.
I just knew, we were meant to be
When I became mesmerized gazing into your eyes

I took a great leap in faith
The night I allowed you to tenderly kiss me so.
When I became mesmerized gazing into your eyes
I thought nothing could shatter our love.

The night I allowed you to tenderly kiss me so
I did not realize you were playing me for a fool.
I thought nothing could shatter our love
Who was I to know that your heart was captured by another.

I did not realize you were playing me for a fool
Because my soul was given completely to you.
Who was I to know that your heart was captured by another
Now I understand the joke is on me.

Because my soul was given completely to you
Staring into your brown eyes.
Now I understand the joke is on me
One moment was all it took.


Love is...

Love is the empty feeling I get in the pit of
my stomach whenever I think of him.
Love is the sigh of relief I receive when he talks
to me.

Love is a song that rings in my ear.
Love is a fire consuming me whole.

Love is the blood rushing through my body as
he kisses the delicate skin on my neck.
Love is the tears raining down my cheeks as he
breaks yet another promise to me.

Love is a fairytale that never quite meets your expectations.
Love is a dream that bends your reality until you can’t even see straight.

Love is the whisper in my ear warning me not
to trust him.
Love is the smile on my face as he grasps my hand
when we are walking.

Love is a puzzle and I’m just trying to make the pieces fit.
Love is a constant fight and I don’t believe I’m winning the battle.

Love is the steady beating of his heart beneath
my ear as we lie in bed.
Love is the panic I feel everytime
he leaves me.

Love is a shadow creating darkness when there should be light.
Love is a long forgotten memory.

Super Troopers

This weekend was all about catching up on my Netflix movies. I’m not really sure why I put Super Troopers on my list; I think someone might have suggested it to me. This movie stars a bunch of unknowns whom I haven’t seen in any other movie except this one. This movie was freaking hilarious! There’s no real point to it, and its one of those movies that almost makes you dumber just by watching it. But it had me laughing for the good 1 hour and 40 odd minutes. I truly can’t even summarize what its even about, that’s how silly this movie is. It sorta reminds me of Dude, Where's my Car? and Harold & Kumar go to White Castle, where all those movies are stupid funny and is just there to entertain.

I think my favorite scene in this movie is when two of the state troopers pull over a guy and they have a bet of how many times one of them can say the word “meow” while issuing the ticket. Jim Gaffigan makes a cameo for this scene and looks absolutely stupefied and petrified all at the same time. It’s just great. Comic genius. If you’re looking for mindless entertainment, then netflix Super Troopers

Just Friends

Last night I stayed in and caught up on some movies. I watched Just Friends starring hottie Ryan Reynolds and some other people.

The movie was a two. There were some funny moments, but it was pretty predictable. Reynolds plays Chris, who was once fat and in love with his best friend, Jamie, played by Amy Smart, who only likes him as a friend. Hence the title. Ten years pass by and Chris is back in his home town, looking as hot as can be, but also a bit of a playa, which is a complete 180 from his dorky high school self. He now works in the entertainment industry and is accompanied by Samantha James, played by Anna Faris. Who by the way, steals the movie. Her character is a mix between Paris Hilton and Courtney Love. She is hysterical.

So basic plot line, Chris runs into Jamie, and of course still has feelings for her. He tries to be his new cool self to win her over, but that doesn’t do it. He then reverts back to his nerdy persona but has competition from Chris Klein who plays some dude. Poor Chris is stuck back in the friends zone, and isn’t quite sure how to dig himself out of it. In the end true love conquers all, and Chris and Jamie finally get it right.

Like I said, the movie was ok. To be honest, I’m not really sure what Chris saw in Jamie. Her character was really boring and I’m not sure what Chris saw in her to still be pining over her 10 years later. Which made me start to think. Can you really still be in love with someone after 10 years of not ever seeing them? I mean, can a person love someone that much and just never get over them? How can you not move on? How can you not let go? Do we never get over someone we love? You always see movies and read books that have this basic plot line. A long lost love comes back into your life and you realize that you’ve never stopped loving them. And fate has brought them back together for a second chance and its up to them to walk down that road. And I wonder how true this is to real life. Are there just some people in your life that you’ll never get over? Does that mean you’ll get a second chance with them, or just hold on to what might have been? I don’t think there are any real answers to my questions. And I’m trying to decide if there is anyone in my life that I’m still holding on to. Only I could turn a movie like Just Friends into such a thinkfest.

Intro to Cooking: 101

I had my first cooking class on Thursday night. As I said earlier I cannot cook worth shit. I have made meals that even my dogs won’t touch, and they’ll eat anything. So I went into this class hoping that I could learn some basic cooking skills. And I have to say the class was fun, but still not sure if cooking is my cup of tea.

I’m just not one of those types of people who enjoying cooking to begin with. I don’t get any real satisfaction from cooking; I don’t like to cook for other people. I can’t be bothered will all the time and effort involved with cooking. To me cooking is just something to do for survival. I mean, a girl’s gotta eat, that’s why I go out to dinners all the time.

I did learn some things from class, and I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it. I just don’t see myself coming home every night and hitting the stove for a meal. Maybe on occasion I’ll whip something up. I learned how to handle a knife properly. But I still need lots of practice. One of the assistants came up to me and said she was worried about me cause it looked like I was about to chop off my fingers. So I have to remember to tuck my fingers into my palm and to get a better grip on the knife. But I wasn’t the one that cut myself! Yay! Some kid in front of me cut his finger and needed a band aid for his boo-boo. Hahaha, sucks to be you!

I also learned that I have this uncanny ability to attract the crazies. That’s not a fair statement, I’m not sure if this fellow is crazy or not, but he did creep me out. So you work in partners and I was paired up with an older gentleman who looks to be about 35-40ish. Anyhoo, I’m not going to ignore this guy or be mean cause well we’re working together to create our dinner. By the way, we made beef stir-fry. The man and I begin making conversation, and I ask where he works, and what he does. Turns out he works right across the street from me. Go figure. So at the end of the night he asks for my business card, and I knew I shouldn’t have, but I gave it to him anyways. I’m sitting at work Friday morning and my phone rings. I see that it’s a local number. I never get local calls cause my territory consists of Central, Mountain, and Canada. I see this number and I know it’s the guy from the cooking class. I pick up, and he asks me to go to lunch. I make up some lame excuse that I have a meeting or something and said that next week would work better for me. Crap, now what am I going to do? Again, I’m prejudging and maybe he just wants to have lunch and that’s it, but it still creeps me out that he called the very next day to have lunch with me. And of course I still have two more classes with him, and I’m sure he’ll want to partner up with me again. Again, it’s this amazing skill I have. I think I need to patent it, bottle it up, and sell it on the street. So we’ll see what happens next and if he calls me again at work.

It's like a myspace survey

I’m only doing this cause Kiah said I would. So here goes it.

Four jobs you’ve had in your life:
1) Account Executive for Clear Channel Communications
2) Hostest at Harry’s Café
3) In-Market Leader for promotional group called TOEJAM (cute huh?)
4) Maintenance Analyst (sounds dorky, trust me, it is)

Four movies you would watch over & over:
1) Center Stage
2) The Notebook
3) The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (I know it’s a trilogy, but I love it, which reminds me, Jones, we need to do a marathon on this one!)
4) The Matrix

Four places you have lived:
1) Rockville, MD
2) Huntington Beach, CA
3) Ocean City, MD
4) Burtonsville, MD
Man, I need to move somewhere overseas, like Europe.

Four tv shows you love to watch:
1) Grey’s Anatomy
2) Project Runway
3) Nip/Tuck
4) The Hills/Making the Band (I know its 2 different shows, but I only count them as one)

Four places you have been on vacation:
1) Thailand
2) Bahamas
3) Paris
4) Cancun

Four websites you visit daily:
1) Blogs - KJ and Chris's Sport's Blog
2) DC's Craig's List
3) Soap Central – Gotta find out what’s happening on GH!
4) CNN and Washington Post – when I’m bored at work

Four of my favorite foods:
1) Brownies
2) French Fries
3) Fish
4) Gang Massaman Gai (favorite Thai dish that Mom makes)

Four places I’d rather be right now:
1) On a small tropical island where the sand is white and the water is crystal blue
2) Back in Thailand on the island of Phuket
3) Hawaii
4) anyplace warm and beachy
Can you tell I wish I were on vacation right now?

Four friends I am tagging that I think will respond:
1) No one. I only did this out of obligation since Kiah said I would

Four places you’d love to visit:
1) Hawaii
2) Spain
3) Greece
4) Prauge

Four foods you don’t like:
1) Kim Chee (Korean)
2) Pho (Vietnemese)
3) Anything I attempt to cook
4) Pickles

Tomorrow I will write about my 1st cooking class.

The Hills are not alive with music, they aren't even alive with common sense.

Last night’s season finale of The Hills was a complete and utter disappointment. I should’ve known better than to expect Lauren to make the right decision. I mean, clearly from watching this season of the show, she’s not a very smart cookie. She did get back together with scumbag Jason. Lauren gets offered this amazing opportunity in intern at Teen Vogue in freaking Paris!!! Most girls would jump at the chance to jet off to Paris, but you can see in her eyes that she doesn’t want to. And all because her and Jason have plans to rent a beach house in Malibu for the summer (this is where I start to roll my eyes).

This girl is going to school to be in the fashion industry. She already got to intern at the Teen Vogue office in California; to go to Paris is just icing on the cake. They “supposedly, allegedly” pick only one intern from the entire program (I assume nationwide) to do this, and lucky LC is the girl. How could you pass this up? It will look incredible on your resume, and ITS FREAKING PARIS!!!!

But no, no, no, despite all of that, stoopid Lauren decides to stay in California to spend the summer with Not-Worth-It-Jason. I cannot believe that she is passing up this wonderful chance to go to Paris. Wait, yes, actually I can believe it. She’s more concerned over her relationship with Jason disintegrating than an amazing move for her future career. What an idiot! Its only for 3 months; not the rest of your life. Jason and Malibu will still be there when you get back. I was seriously screaming at my television last night, that’s how angry I was. I’m sure if Jason had been a little bit more supportive of her and excited for her, she wouldn’t have felt so insecure about leaving him for the summer. Yes, he did say, I will support you in whatever you choose to do, and I know that you will make the right choice, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled for her that she got the internship in the first place. So instead Lauren will waste her summer with Jason instead of having the time of her life in Paris. What a waste of a season! And this article agrees with me too.

I hate mean people!

Every time I go into my leasing office, I prepare for a headache. The guy who works there is mean jerkface. I hate having to deal with him, and yet he’s always there. I seriously don’t know who taught him people skills, but he needs to go back to charm school. I really like the community I live in, it’s in a great location, but having to deal with this asshole puts a real damper on the whole situation.

My roommate just bought a condo. Kudos to her. She went in there to see what the process is for taking her name off the lease. She spoke with the evil rat boy and he told her that I would need to reapply for the apartment to make sure I can qualify on my own and then resign the lease at the current asking rate for the place. Step back – hell to the no! We have such a killer deal on our place; it’s amazing that we were able to swindle it. Currently we pay $1306 for a 2 bedroom including all utilities! That’s unheard of in Rockville! Now this little twerp wants me to pay $1550 or some shit like that, nigga please.

I call back a week later asking for the manager. Freaking crackhead says he’s the manager and basically tells me the same shit. I know for a fact that you are not the most Senior manager there, so the fact that you tell me you are really pisses me off. Now I can’t afford to pay $1500 and some change on my own, and I really don’t want a roommate since I’ve been living pretty much by myself ever since my roommate and I moved there. And I also just hate moving. Who can be bothered with such stuff? But I was going to suck it up and move into a 1 bedroom that cost more than my 2 bedroom. But whatevs.

I really am just too lazy to move. I hate the fact that I’ll have to move all my bedroom furniture into my roommate’s room (she has the bigger room). I call up the leasing office again, but this time ask for the real manager by name. She is super doper nice and is so accommodating to my request. Thanks to her, I’m able to stay in my apartment at the current rate I’m paying for. YAY!!!

So I’m in there today to do all the paperwork, and of course I have to deal with the idiot. Over the weekend, I had lost my pool passes cause some punk ass kids took them. The super nice leasing manager is at the pool and just tells me to come in during the week to get new ones. I tell the guy that I need new pool passes cause mine got taken by accident, and he responds, “I can’t do that. You can’t get new ones.” I’m like WTF. Listen jerkface, how the hell are you going to deny me new pool passes. I’m probably already paying for the freaking pool through rent, so you’re ass better give me new ones. I just look at him and say, “Well, Tricia (nice lady) was at the pool and told me to get new ones.” That shut him up.

What a dickwad! He should not be in an occupation where he services people with that kind of attitude. And I hate the fact that he’s probably getting commission off of my apartment. Jackass doesn’t deserve it.

There's a fire in the kitchen!

As I mentioned in my past entry, I want to take cooking classes. So yesterday, I signed up for them. I will be taking classes at L' Academie de Cuisine starting this Thursday for the next 3 weeks.

For those of you who know me, you know that I cannot cook to save my life. I once burned a microwave dinner. I blame the microwave and the directions on the box. They were confusing, I swear I’m not an idiot! It read something like cook on high heat, then cooks on medium heat. It’s my roommate’s microwave, so I also blame her. I didn’t know how to use it, so I just kept hitting a bunch of buttons till I thought I got it right. I went back to watching TV, waiting for this yummy goodness that was to be my dinner. Ten minutes roll round, and I’m thinking to myself, I wonder what’s taking so long. Finally the damn machine beeps and my yummy goodness that was supposed to be dinner is burned and shrunken. Not really sure how it happened, but it did. Stoopid microwave.

I have ruined spaghetti on two, count them TWO different occasions. The first time I boiled the spaghetti for half an hour. Not really sure why I did that. Maybe I forgot about it, or maybe I thought that was how long you were supposed to boil it for. Either way, the spaghetti turned to mush. Ooops, my bad. The second time involved me cooking a pound, yes I said a pound just for myself – don’t laugh I didn’t know I only needed a handful, and then dumping the entire pound into the sauce. Needless to say I did not make enough sauce to handle the pound of spaghetti. The noodles ended up soaking all the sauce and my spaghetti tasted like poo. In my defense I was on the phone with a friend and he suggested that I dump all the noodles into the sauce (he just didn’t realize that I cooked a pound of spaghetti). Never asking him for cooking tips.

I have survived living on my own for the past 3 years by either having my roommate cook dinner (she’s an amazing cook), going out to dinners, take out, cereal, glasses of wine for dinner, and trail mix. My old co-workers are amazed that I’m still alive. My one co-worker felt so sorry for me, that she would bring in her leftovers so that I had something to eat. I’d loved it. It meant that I didn’t have to eat cereal for dinner.

Since my roommate is moving out at the end of this month and I won’t be able to rely on her to feed me, its time I learned. And as my male friends like to point out to me, I’m useless. But so are they! This should be interesting. I told my mother, and she IM’d me (hahaha, her friend’s at work got her on it, and its great cause she IM’s me the most randomest shit sometimes) (imagine her speaking in an asian accent) Baby, I so excited for you cooking lessons. Now you can make me dinner. Poor woman.

I'll keep everyone updated on the classes.