Or wine wednesday.
I actually have wine for this wine wednesday but I broke the cork so I improvised (that’s a shot glass):
Am I innovative or what? I’m like Steve Jobs. I’ll be Samantha Jobs. Guess I’ll have to change the name of my blog.
I’m telling myself that I’m taking a break from studying. But I think the outside world calls it procrastination. So I’m sorry I lied again. My pants are totally on fire. I’m probably not going to be posting any less than usual. I’ve literally been inside all day, except when I went to one class and then went to Starbucks to get an iced-triple-grande-soy-caramel-macchiato. So in case you ever want to bring me Starbucks, just be aware that my drink will take three minutes to explain to the barrista. Anyway, other than those two isolated incidences, I have been cooped up in the “lounge” in my dorm. I put lounge in quotations because they’re trying to disguise our basement as something fancier than it is. Like when lean cuisine disguises itself as a gourmet meal. It is not a lounge and if I had a great-grandmother, this is what her house would feel like. Although, my sanity is diminishing, I now know a hell of a lot more about Consumer Media Culture than I did four hours ago. Just wanted to share some pics for #winewednesday even though I don’t have any wine to help me study!
Also, I’m not sure what mulled wine is, but the picture makes it look like something I need, so here’s the recipe:
Hello friends. I’m going through a tough time right now so I will not be able to post as often. Yes, you guessed it. I have MIDTERMS. They’re mostly just until the end of this week so bare with me. If you miss me too much, keep harassing me through the comments section. Also, please send wine to help me take my exams. Or money. Or a male model with biceps as big as my face. Or a chocolate fountain with some strawberries on the side. Or a personal sushi chef who is originally from Japan.
Happy Wine Wednesday <3<3
In honor of Wine Wednesday, I bring you Wine Gummies. I feel like this is the only thing that I could make without ruining it, mostly because I have a lot of experience drinking wine and eating gummy bears.
Because it’s Wine Wednesday, I guess I will tell one of my wine drinking stories/disasters (depends on how you look at it really). So it was New Years Eve and I knew my mom was going to attempt to cook a huge dinner (she literally never cooks. she makes lasagna once a year and is so lazy and I’ve been grocery shopping since I was born. She attempts to cook when people come over though. She’s going to kill me when she reads this so if I stop posting things and disappear, you will know who did it). Anyway, I didn’t eat much all day in preparation for this meal, but she put out the wine and champagne as a sort of appetizer before she started cooking, so I was drunk by 7:00 pm. Also, the five other people at the small gathering (my mother included) also started drinking and were drunk by around 8, so dinner did not end up ever being made. It was cheese, crackers, 8 bottles of wine and 6 dysfunctional “adults.” I know what you’re thinking. ‘How can they be having fun at a New Year’s Eve gathering without Dance Dance Revolution?” Well don’t you worry my friends, someone (for some odd reason) had this game and everything went downhill from there. Suddenly, booties that shouldn’t have been shaking were shaken, the robot turned into the I’m-too-drunk-to-stand-bot and projectile vomit was inevitably being spewed onto various toilet rims throughout the house. Needless to say, I passed out before the ball dropped and woke up feeling as disappointed as I felt when I heard that Kim Kardashian was naming her baby after a compass (or something like that).
Hope this helped with your appetite. Bon appetite bitchez.