Gravy on my cake?!

Yesterday i was watching the food network and they were talking about "sweet gravy", this intrigued me so I did some research and found a recipe! I tried it out this morning and poured it on some left over pineapple cake my mom made, and dammmm its good as hell. The best way to describe it would be like imagine a vanilla ice cream sauce.
Here's a link to the website where i found the recipe, i think the next time i make it ill add hershey's chocolate syrup to the finished product and see how that goes.

Sweet Gravy

damm all this talk is making me hungry for more! i mite have to go make some, but while im making the deliciousness here's some music to stay classy to

UMF!!!!

fuck i completely forgot about UMF! dammm!!!! i didnt even plan for it at all!! its ok...ill get it next year!
what im missing out on!

I guess being asian isnt all that bad

so i just saw Ong Bak 2 and damm tony jaa is a baddd man! this picture doesnt even come close to showing off the badass-ness of the movie and yes he broke through the pot, grabbed the dudes throat but im not gonna tell u what he does with said throat. ok go watch it now.

stay classy till next time

Early Morning Thoughts

Ok so maybe 9:15am isnt that early to some people, but it is to me! I actually woke up at 7 cuz i had to drop off a buddy at the airport. good note, i got mickey Ds breakfast! :) i havent had that in like forever. bad note, I have no idea what to do this early!! 400 channels and nothing is good on TV, i cant go back to sleep, and i JUST let my xbox live account expire!! well i guess ill review something on here, lets see how it works out.

ok so lately ive been going back into my old addiction of shoes. its terrible... but not really... and although ive been fiending mostly nikes, the Reebok Shaqnosis are one of the few exceptions. They arent that special as far as shoe structure goes, i mean u cud buy a pair of AND1s that literally have the same shape. What makes the shoe so desirable aside from the fact that its a kickheads collectors item, is the unique design that anyone will notice a mile away. One look at these shoes and anyone who grew up in the 90s will think back to days when the big man was breaking backboards and blocking the lesser of his kind. I had a pair of Shaqnosis when i was younger and ill tell u rite now, these are some comfortable ass shoes! i dont really remember how comfortable they were per se, but i know i wore the fuck out of them. I played ball in them, ran around in them, and wore them through many a snowdays. Very durable! Well, i definitely hope to find a good pair online somewhere, ill keep u guys updated on my hunt!

until then, stay classy

Finished!

ok, so i just finished posting all the " Greatest Story Never Told". I know its unorganized and short, but i enjoyed writing it and it was a great way to vent. so dont be a douche bag and tell me to learn how not to suck at writing!

Endlessly//Story Time 4

Late at night you called on a phone,
We talked about the day,
When you found out he was cheating.

the lyrics echoed through his ear...Jim continues to listen on..entranced..

And I know I've always just been your friend,
But if you look my way,
I'll make sure you'll never hurt again.

his heart stops..

Do you know I exist, just to promise you this,
Endlessly to be true to you,
And if you answer my prayer,
I cross my heart and I'd swear
Endlessly to be true to you,

his brain stops..

And in my sweetest dream,
You've learn to put your faith in me, endlessly,
Sometimes the thing you need,
Is the one thing you can't see
If you put your faith in me,
How beautiful you and I would be.

his lungs stop..

And if you'd only see
How beautiful you and I would be, endlessly

his pain stops...

just then everyhing stopped for Jim; the crying babies, the fat guy at the video store, the couple sharing an ice cream, the world...it all stops..except one thing... Jim's smile never stopped for one minute. Just then he hears in the most angelic voice God has ever created " thats our song, it makes me think of you and i wanted to dedicate it to you." Where was it coming from? Jim looks at his phone, bewildered..like a deer caught in the midst of an oncoming car. Those 10 numbers meant somethng, they were the keys to communicating with an angel. He smiles again..and replies "thanks vicki."

This was routine now, Vicki called Jim, Jim called Vicki..eitherway they were always on the phone or holding hands. Although the "Normal People and official Rules for dating" handbook official sanctioned them as still just friends, they became inseperable, neither one cared about titles. The only thing they cared about was the undeniable fact that they had each other. No matter what kind of luggage from the past the two carried they never changed their feelings towards each other. This was truly the rescue Jim needed. Just months ago he was at his wits end, barely above water when from the mist a savior came in a "dinky white toyota avalon" boat and pull him up from the murky doom he was so ready to accept.

It was now the time for Jim to do his part. He knew he needed to ask her the most important question of his life. The "do or die" moment as they say. He had dreamt about this moment for so long, he was ready. Locked, Stocked and full loaded. He prepared himself, he was going to ask Vicki to not only be his girlfriend..but he wanted Vicki to know that he intended on making her the only girl he ever said "i love you" to.

Here he goes...out of the water, and into the fire...

::::Part 5 coming soon!:::::

**Disclaimer** Dont be a douche and copy my writing :)

The End of the Story

Ok soo fuck this, im not gonna write this fucking story anymore, im just so disappointed, discouraged, n fucking angry how certain people who were the inspiration of one of the characters turn out to be such a failure. Its soo fucking funny how things turn out n i dont wanna think about it anymore or care.

but ill leave this,

its something we read together once, a long long time ago

10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior Year

The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.