I got my first B in school :o(

So I'm almost done with what they call Motorcycle Training Program. Which is pretty insignificant. But it does mean that I start my Harley Davidson specific electives in a mere two and a half weeks! Yay! The good news is, that in the past four weeks, I haven't repeted any of the following mistakes: worn my school uniform shirt inside out for the entire day, fallen asleep sitting standing or driving, sat on the floor pouting because I couldn't change an ATV tire, pinched a tire tube, slept through my alarm, been caught texting in class, tucked my work shirt into my pants AND UNDERWEAR, attempted to install exhaust backwards, run out of gas, and last, but most importantly, lost a writing untensil inside my motor! So I think I'm doing pretty good lately!

And the best news of all is that my dad is coming to visit! He is a misfit, like me. So he, myself, and some fellow misfits from school are having our own strange get-together at my tiny apartment. I don't even own a dining set. So we will be enjoying our Thanksgiving supper on a fold up card table covered in a white table clothe and served on cheap IKEA dishes. It should be a holiday to remember!

By the way....I know I haven't updated about this lately....and I think its cause I'm so nervous. Can I say this outloud? I really wanna shout it from the rooftops, but I know I can't. I feel confined, and forced to be muted. Which is so unlike me. I'm loud and energetic. So this is the only forum I have to say this....cover your ears, this might be kinda loud. MR COOKIE PROFESSOR KISSED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, Happy Holidays, everyone. Till next time....

Somehow I just grew some balls.

This is big news! I baked some more cookies. Which means... I have another recipe to share! And this is the best one yet. I can't believe this is actually happening to me! Okay... I made homemade fortune cookies. The recipe only makes six. And only three were successful. Inside one I put a note that said "For future cookie orders..." and another I wrote "or just to stay in touch" and in the last one only had my phone number! OMG thats so brave! So here's how you make them.

Make Your Own Fortune Cookies

1 egg white
1/8 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 pinch salt
1/4 cup unbleached all-purpose flour
1/4 cup white sugar

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Butter a cookie sheet at least in the two sections you will use. Write some ballsy fortunes on sheets of paper about 4 inches long and maybe 1/2 inch wide.

Mix the egg white and vanilla until foamy but not stiff. Sift the flour, salt, and sugar and blend into the egg white mixture.

This is where it gets tough. Gotta have the right touch. Place two teaspoonfuls pretty far apart on buttered cookie sheet. Then kinda tap it and manipute the dough into discs about 3 inches in diameter.

Bake for 5 minutes. Pull them out and have the fortunes prepared. Use a wide spatula to pry one up, and put it upside down on a flat surface. Put a fortune in the middle, and fold it in half. Then use the side of your measuring cup to fold it in half again on the flat side. Then place it in an egg carton so it will retain its shape until its cooled. Be quick about it so you can get to the next before it cools. They harden quickly. Only do as many at a time as you can shape. Just depends on how quick your hands are.




AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED??? He actually used the phone number. Only a few hours after I gave him the cookies. I slyly slid into his room during class and left them on his desk. Then later I got a text message. OMG. I freaked out. He said my cookies were amazing, just like me. EEK! He thinks I'm amazing. Long story short, we texted for a while. And he asked if I do private cookie baking tutoring. I'm so excited and nervous. This kind of stuff doesn't happen in real life. I can't beleive he actually likes me. This is amazing. Too good to be true. My head is spinning. I don't even know what to say. The english language doesn't have words that can articulate how I feel right now. I'll post more later when I'm calmer.

Some days are harder than others.

I just wanted to say that I'm still alive. Its been a strange couple of weeks here. The weather is finally changing. I think we're done with the 90 degree days here. And no matter where you are or when the season change happens, the transition from warm, beautiful days to cold and gray ones always changes peoples emotions. Some people tend to get more sensitive and needy where as other get reclusive and sad. Personally, I'm the cuddly cold weather type. But its strange how people want relationships more this time of year. Whether it be friendships or more.

But this year for me its extra strange. I'm broke beyond belief. My cell phone got cut off for the first time in my whole life. I've never been this desperate before. And the guy who is my best friend here at school is now saying he has 'feelings' for me. Why do people have to go and ruin something really good? I probably wouldn't have if I was intoxicated at the time, but I told him the truth. I told him that he's a nice guy and that I love our time together, but that I have a silly school girl crush on someone else. I could never date him when what I really want is Mr Cookie Professor. Which is ridiculously silly, because its never going to happen. But I couldn't really be with anyone right now, because my heart wouldn't be completely theirs. I don't know why I feel such a connection to Mr Cookie Professor, but I do. If I go a few days without seeing him, I start wondering why I'm being so silly. But as soon as he smiles at me with those sexy mushy lips, I melt. Girls are so silly.

Speaking of him, I saw him today. He stopped me when I was riding away from school. So I stopped and turned my bike off to talk to him for a minute. He called me his sugar mama. A little joke from my last gift. It was the first time maybe ever that we've had a conversation without anyone around. He said he did put that sugar to use. He said he tried to make a cake, but baking just isn't his forte. He said he'd keep trying to make me something. I think I might make him something this afternoon, if I do I'll post more about that later, including recipe as usual.

Anyway, the worst part of all is being so poor. But I guess that's part of being in college. My best friend is having a c section on Saturday. She really wants me to come home for the weekend and take care of her daughter while she's in the hospital and meet the new baby boy. And I want to more than anything. But I just can't afford it. And it makes me want to cry. I haven't even told her yet. I'm holding out hoping that something will come up and I'll be able to go. But logically, I know its not going to happen. And I really need to tell her. But I don't know how. I really feel like I need to be there for her. I always have been. And she's always been there for me. Its bad enough that I moved 550 miles away. Now I can't even be around for the birth of her baby?

Sometimes I just wonder what I'm doing here. I'm sad and alone and broke. I have no car, no real local friends and a crappy job. The only thing going for me is that I'm still doing okay in school. And I have to remember that's really why I'm here. I'm paying $30,000 in tuition to do this, so I have to finish. And I better be good at it! I don't mean to be depressing. I'll get over this funk. Maybe its just the blustery, gloomy weather. Now I have to ride to work and hope it doesn't rain!

Confession...

I kissed a boy. On halloween. A boy that wasn't Mr Cookie Professor. Its kind of weird. I was annebriated. He goes to school with me. I didn't even see it coming. But aparently he did. I don't know quite what to think or say about it. I guess I really don't even know how to feel about it. I'm not the kind of girl that just goes around getting drunk and making out with her friends. Anyway... more on that to come after I've had time to think.

Great minds think alike.

So as you know, Cookie Professor (Thanks for the great name, Blogging To a Better Bonnie!) and I have been flirting back and forth for a while now. But we don't see each other every day. And sometimes a week will go by before one of us does something for the other. But apparently we both decided yesterday was a good day to flirt.



So I carried out my plan with the sugar. Although I couldn't drum up anything clever enough to pass my super critical standards. So I put a measuring cup full of exactly one cup of sugar tied with curled ribbon in a Halloween bag with no note. And I gave it to a girl friend of mine who just happens to be in his class right now. And I knew when she gave it to him, he would know exactly who it was from, and it wouldn't need a note.



So after school that afternoon, she came to me in the parking lot. And I was kind of anxious to hear about his reaction. She told me he didn't look inside the bag with her standing there. But later he did sneak her the container I gave him with cookies about a week ago. So handed it to me. Now, its a clear container, and I thought it was empty. But when I got home, I saw that there was another envelope taped to the lid so no one could see it when the container was closed.



I was so excited and nervous at the same time I didn't know what to do at first. I sat it on the table in front of me and considered not opening it. I guess I was scared it was something negative! Of course I would want to read it if it were more flirting. But there was a part of me that was worried that he might be telling me that I've been totally inappropriate and that I'm a student and I shouldn't bake for him or write him anymore. But it was addressed to "Cookie Babe". That's still flirtatious! How could it be negative with him being so playful?



Of course I was just being paranoid and over analyzing things as usual. I can't recite it verbatim, and I'm at work, so its not here with me. But the card said something about how he wants me to come check in with him after I leave him. (the words leave me were emphasized with underlines and whatnot) Then it said "You make my day!!" and the two exclamation marks had a half circle under them turning them into smiley faces. Which I thought was cheesy and sweet. So here goes my over analysis again. He didn't say 'you made my day' like past tense. As in, when I gave him the cookies, that day I had made. He said it present tense. Like I MAKE his day, more often then once. And also, if this was innocent and playful, he would have no reason to hide it. But he had taped up the envelope so no one else could see it was there. As in, he could get in trouble for it. Implying that his intentions are the same as mine, and not so innocent.



So I have the card sitting next to the last. I'm starting a collection. I don't know what to do next. Wait it out, I guess. Usually, I'll do something, then the ball is in his court. Or vise versa. But this time, we did something on the same day. So whose turn is it? I don't know. I'm just gonna give it a week or two and see what happens. The next three weeks in school will be really hard for me, anyway. You'll probably be hearing a lot about that coming up. To those who read, thanks so much for your support and kind words!

Cookie professor update.

I haven't written anything lately about the cookie professor, because there isn't really much to say. Ever since I gave him the card, I've been so nervous that I've avoided him like the plague! I mean, I've had to run into him from time to time, but I hardly even look at him. I guess I really just needed time to cope with what I did. You see, its hard for me to be brave enough to admit feelings. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. Fear of rejection, I guess. But my sister was cursed with the same ailment. She may even have it worse, since she'll date a man for literally YEARS before admitting its a relationship. Anyway, thats beside the point.

Back to the point. A few days ago, Mr Cookie Professor was standing outside of my classroom toward the end of lunch break talking to some of my fellow students. I jokingly reminded him that this wasn't his classroom, and asked what he was doing on my side of the hallway. He sarcastically replied that that very morning, he had been baking me cookies for a change, but ran out of sugar. So he decided to come to the neighbors class to borrow some. It was adorable, and I was proud to get a whole sentence out without blushing or running away! Although its still hard to make eye contact. But I'm getting much better at this the more I get to know him. So twice since then, I've seen him and he's asked me why I haven't brought him his cup of sugar yet.

So here's the plan. Cheesy and obvious, but I got nothing else. I plan on taking a plastic measuring cup with a lid, and putting exactly one cup of sugar in it. Then I will tie a ribbon around it to ensure it doesn't pop open or spill. And I will attach a note to the ribbon saying something about sugar and sweetness. I don't know exactly, I'll work out the details later. I will pass it to him in the morning inside a brown paper sack, which hopefully he won't open until I'm gone. We'll see where it goes from there.

Any better suggestions on more clever ways of flirting?

Did you hear that its illegal for women to pump gas?

Or at least thats the excuse I'm going with. I actually tried to get gas yesterday. But the gas station had little 'out of order' bags over all of their pumps. And I sincerely tried to make it to the next station. But it proved to be just too far away. So I ran out. And there I was, sitting on my motorcycle, at about 11:00 last night, on my way home from work. Stranded.

Now in my hometown in Georgia, in that situation, I would quickly be annoyed with the amount of people stopping to ask if I needed assistance. But here in the lovely city of Orlando, not a single Floridiot stopped in the HOUR I sat there. I had my hazard lights on, and I was just sitting there on the shoulder of an extremely busy street. Huge transfer trucks wouldn't even slow down when they passed me, even though it was loud and scarey and their force would blow me to the side. Probably 100 cars passed me in the time I sat there waiting for help, along with 4 bicyclists, and 1 cop. And not a single "are you okay?" or "can I help" or even a "hey... get the f* outa the way, woman!".

I think I would have felt differently about it if I had been in a car. Or if it had been daylight. But I have to say, the way it played out, just down right sucked! But I'm over it. I made it home safe and sound. And with enough time to get a whole 5 hours of sleep before school!

Now, here's your lesson to be learned from this. This comes with an explaination, but stick with me, and you'll learn something valuable. Learn from my mistakes! Isn't that what blogging is all about? Normally I put the high grade fuel in my bike. I don't know why. I guess because when I bought my bike, my ex told me thats what I should do. And its more expensive, so it has to be better, right? Well, the only difference in the fuels is the octane level. And octance is just fuel's resistance to detonation. So the expensive stuff, the higher octane, just burns slower. And when you're motor was made, it was made to work with a certain octane rating of fuel. So read your owners manual, and put the stuff your car calls for into it, even if its the cheap stuff. Your car will run better, and get better gas milage. Now, I don't know where my owner's manual is, so I don't know what I'm supposed to use. But I decided to try the mid-grade for once. See if there was a performance difference between it and the 93 octane. The only difference I found is that my gas milage got WAY crappier! So when I thought I had like 10 or so miles left before I was stranded, I was very wrong. And instead I was looking like an idiot calling my friends to save me. So lessen learned!

Hope this helps!