Life in the oven

Wow. I love living in an oven...now I know what my cheesecakes and tortes feel like. Temperatures of 100°+ are not meant for human consumption...I'm sorry, they just aren't. I mean, seriously, it's only May, for goodness sakes. Ok, enough bitching about the temperature... I'm sure I'll do far more of it later in the summer. I have switched from my hobby of baking for the time being to making ice cream, so far the flavors include: Chocolate with Vietnamese Cinnamon, Strawberry, Mint Chocolate Chip, Chocolate Strawberry Chunk, Chocolate Banana, MARGARITA!, and Lemon Raspberry Sorbet. If you have any ideas for ice cream flavors, no matter how wacky or odd, send em to me, I'm always trying to come up with new concoctions.

Things are good here, I have my moments of nostalgia, things I miss still at home, and people that I regret not being able to be there for, but alas, my life must go on. Mind you, these people are on my mind and in my heart, and I certainly hope that life deals them good hands, and that things are going to end up well. That said, I still don't regret the move, though mom still questions me if I want to move back on a daily basis. Finally got fed up and told her, I'm not moving, I'm happier than I've been in ages, and a little heat and nostalgia isn't going to change it. Let's see how long she lasts without asking again.

I still have yet to get my Nevada plates and driver's license, mainly because I have to get a replacement Social Security card first, and who really has time to wait in line for that shit!? I decided to go with personalized plates this time, and they're going to be supernerdy...like me, I suppose.

I bought a fan, two actually, as I found it necessary for survival and ability to sleep an entire night in my hotbox of a bedroom (it faces the afternoon sun- the bastard sun!) It's helped considerably, and air condition has also been turned on in the house...which has helped immensely. I'm slowly starting to unpack stuff, and find places for it, I have so much stuff, it makes me a little nauseous. I'm trying to make things homier at my place, like I didn't so much at my last place in A-dale...I'm actually unpacking my boxes here, I'm thinking that I might stay awhile... and to Heidi and Bridget- there's a floor in my bedroom.. and I can see it everywhere...it's incredible, you wouldn't believe it. I'm on the hunt for a storage unit, so I can find a place for the rest of my stuff that I can't use or don't have room for... I wish there were cheap decent places here... no such luck so far though, not that I've been looking particularly hard.

Some thoughts:
Grimaldi's pizza is amazing.
Homemade ice cream is better than amazing.
Homemade sorbet is a pain in the ass to make, and better be worth it.
I hate cleaning.

and with that, I bid you adieu.