So I had a hair up my butt to make some cookies a while back. I cobbled together what I had and looked for a recipe that would accomodate what I had. Emily helped a bit by donating some items as well as giving me some tips (baking powder doesn’t equal baking soda and baking chocolate is a hell of a lot different than chocolate chips….these were all things she had learned the hard way herself 
). Anyway the cookies came out well….hard and unpalatable.
Rock Swamp Cookies
So I tupperwared them up and left them on the stove. The next day I get back from school and have one. Lo and behold! they are gloriously soft and delicious. Somehow the West Lafayette swamp water had seeped into the Tupperware and softened the cookies up! Brilliant! West Lafayette sewer water: Not just for drinking anymore!
The Tuesday of finals I got up early to join fellow Tri people for the Senior sendoff at the local breakfast dive at 6am. There was quite a good turnout for it.
I was kinda scared when I was riding down to the diner of getting hit or something. THere were quite a few people out and about at 6 in the morning. Hell there was even one guy washing his car at the car wash place by my apartment building. Maybe he didn’t want the Sun to dry the water up and give it water spots???
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The Friday before graduation I hit up the gym before heading home. The staff came on the PA announcing the closing of the gym as well as a tornado warning. I scoffed at both and finished up my workout. I step outside and the ground is wet although it is still spitting a bit. Thunder and lightning are present. Yeah so I jump on my nice metallic bike disregarding the heavens. About 5 minutes into my ride home Zeus laughs, throws some lightning bolts in my direction and proceeds to open the floodgates. I get drenched. Then as I continue my journey through the deluge I get this weird prickly feeling on my Jesus-sandaled feet. Then I get it elsewhere. Zeus feels that I’m disrespecting him so he proceeds to rain slightly smaller than marble sized hail at me. I continue to disregard him and pedal my way past more god fearing pansies in their cars who have stopped since they can’t see. I enjoy a shower on my way home and make it home safe and sound although my book bag is drenched. I pull out my papers and books to begin the drying of them all. My bag did need a good wash as there had been some beer spilt upon it Wednesday night when I went out with some friends to celebrate one of them passing their thesis defense in the morning. So thanks Zeus for washing my bag. My bag only smelled like a brewery for a few days at school!
The following morning was graduation. I gave away most of my tickets and decided to forego the ceremony. Smart move. I saved 2.5 hours of my life. The EE reception afterwards was a bit hodge-podge and chaotic. I did see most of the people who I knew. I even heard that my name was up on the big screen for graduation! Later on that night I went to a friends for a grad BBQ. It was lightly attended (as well as being chilly ~40F) but still a good time.
So the same weekend Emily left for Florida and it was just myself and the Furball. All I could do was think of the old Disney Swamp Fox theme. “Swamp Fox, Swamp Fox, feather in his cap. No one knows where the Swamp Fox at.” I changed it to “Furball, Furball, Furball cat. No on likes the furball cat.” Pretty clever huh hahahahah.
I picked up a heart rate monitor for cheap $20 online. Well you get what you pay for. I’m either pushing up daisies or in need of an ambulance due to my heart about to explode out of my chest. I’m curious who wears these things though. On the side of the box it states “Using a Heart Rate Monitor is the easiest way to ensure you’re reaching your optimal heart rate during workouts, or TO TRACK STRESS LEVELS DURING THE DAY.” Holy Shit if you are using it at work you need a change of profession. Dude might as well dig a hole and jump in it.
I got a decent workout yesterday and did a BRIC by myself. It stand for Bike followed by a Run. I don’t know why the extra letters are there. I’m not that clever. I rode for 1:30 and then ran for another hour. The run was pretty tough. My legs were pretty shot. I suffered through it and even found a golf ball. I had to take a nap after doing all this though. Of course it proly didn’t help that I ate a whole thing of cinnamon rolls by myself when I got done (1200 calories!). But hey for brunch after that I figured it was ok calorie-wise possibly not health-wise though.
Today has been a bit more relaxing. I put together one of my Lego sets. It took 2:15 and it had all the pieces! Woo hoo!
Close the door! What!!?? Were you born in a barn?
You got to fly last time. When will it be my turn?