Fancy Late Night Eats

Ooh! Is it time for a blue-light special?

Yes it is, 343, yes it is.

College is a wonderful time to experiment. And no, I'm talking about food. College should be it's own cuisine category, in my opinion. It's flexible, improvisational, and very need based.

Take for instance the M&M smoothie. Something you could probably get at a DQ, but where's the fun in that when you can mix in milk and some actual vanilla? The freedom to create your own food is one which is a sacred rite of college.

Another staple of every good college cuisine artist is the nacho. Humble yet zesty, spicy yet convenient, it provides the opportunity for a bevy of large toppings. Feeling meaty? Throw on that strange meat your roommate brought back from that one place you don't actually know but smells pretty good.

Tabasco sauce is key. So is a lack of taste buds sometimes. But they grow back (so I'm told).

I've actually started to get comments about people reading this. The remarkable thing to me is that anyone would actually take time out of their day to sit down at a computer screen and attempt to decipher the jargon of mind strewn babble I've attempted to produce here mainly for my own selfish and egotistically self serving purposes.

Someone once told me that self-deprecating humor helps make people think you're both modest and likable. Is it working?

I think the fact that we even have enough time to sit around and do things like have classes about the different transitions of musical notation and theory through the late middle ages means we may be doing something wrong. Not saying I don't enjoy it, it just seems like we should be all focused on solving the world's issues or something, and I rather fail to see the correlation between triads and terra-forming, but then that could just be because I'm arrogant and trying to make a point here.

Note: people often tend to make assumptions and generalities when they're making a point, which tends to in fact undermine the entirety of what they are trying to do. Suck on that, Freud.

Now back to me, now back to you, now back to me, now back to my blog.

I honestly hope that things like Zombie Apocalypses will break out, or that suddenly the world becomes permanently Middle Earth. My life would have so much more awesome purpose if I was slaying dragons and running space blockades instead of just trying to finish up this last bit of Arabic homework. Call me unappreciative, but I love those sort of far flung fantasia. I think it's why I like movies and games so much. I enjoy getting caught up in a world that could be, instead of the one that is. But this one does offer some strange moments where you can hardly believe you're awake.

I really like riding my bike. I pretend I'm on some sort of steed or in a pod skirting across the lush landscape. Every time I pass the big fountain I get chills. I try and time my music so that I can have good musical moments when I pass specific places. It makes the mundane ways of getting around campus an epic level encounter.

I think that's really what a majority of life is all tightened up about. We're all trying to make this life bigger and more grand than it actually is. Some people have religion for that, others politics. And some have bikes, nachos and a blog that nobody in their wrong mind would not read. And yes, I did intentionally try to confuse you with double negatives. I think it's ironic.

Or something.

I have this thing that when people sit on my bed I get irritated. I've gotten better since college's start, but in the back of my crazy little attic of a mind it still blunders me. Can't really explain why. I guess I have personal space issues as well as impersonal.

I would just like to take this opportunity to assert that coconut M&M's are delicious. Seriously. I don't care if you and coconut are sworn blood enemies from opposite clans, you have to try them if you haven't. Unless you're allergic. Then stay away from this stuff, it'll mess you up good. And the worst thing is it will be delicious while doing so.

Let's have some audience involvement, shall we?

I'm gonna post my nacho recipe. Not my best recipe, but the one I like. And you all who read this far and are like "jeez those sound overtly delish my good sir" can go ahead and post in the comments section a tasty collegiate munch you enjoy. It can be anything from a recipe for omelettes with peppers and god juice in them to plain old ramen soup. I'm just interested if there are any other people out there that tend to like to experiment with their rations of cheap food produce as much as I do.

That, and I like seeing visual evidence that people actually read this. Again, that whole attention thing.


As an added bonus, the best recipe posted will be cooked by your's truly and reviewed in glorious fashion. I may or may not also throw in a hug, distance depending. The best recipe will probably be featured in either two or three blogs from now, depending how busy I am. But just think of the prizes and possible hug? You should definitely do it. You'll get some sort of additional prize too, people, but really, isn't glory enough?

A final shout out before I leave off with my recipe: Peter, if you're reading this, you're a wonderful singer and I desperately want you to pretend to be a dog in front of me again. Enjoy your chicken in Kentucky, or wherever it is you're doing children's theater in.

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Now, the recipe.

1 bag Doritos Spicy Nacho Cheese chips

1 bag of bagged cheese (like that shredded stuff you tend to put on tacos)

1 bottle of Tabasco sauce

These are the bare essential ingredients. In those times when I'm feeling creatively juicy and, more necessary really, happen to have other things to put on, I like using ground beef. But let's keep it simple shall we?

Spread out chips over a clean plate (yes, clean is necessary you heathen). Deposit you shredded cheese on top of the layer of chips you have just laid out. Make sure you get a nice even coating. Once the chips are covered with cheese, plop some Tabasco sauce in an even format around the layer. How much specifically? I leave that up to you.

Next, put another layer of chips on top of that, making sure to cover the cheese so that it cannot mostly be seen. Repeat depositing cheese, and then again with the Tabasco sauce.

This can be repeated many times, depending on how much stuff you have. My average serving is two layers, but I've gone up to seven before.

Once the concoction is concocted, place it in a microwave for 35-45 seconds. You know it is done when the cheese becomes limp and starts to barely begin to bubble.

After that, enjoy your tasty nachos!

My Current State

To start off with, how about a little theme music?

Life is weird, which can occasionally be interesting, but is mostly off putting. Which, in a way, is comforting. Because you know there's gotta be someone else out there that is as equally apathetic and generally disinterested in the current state of, well, everything as you are. Safety in numbers.

Speaking of numbers.

It takes roughly 2,500 miles to go before you find love again. At least, it does for me. My current state is rather far away from anything that remotely looks like my girlfriend. Again, mostly off putting.

5 minutes away from my computer is the radius my normal everyday world extends out from. On an average weekly basis, I do not travel outside of that line, unless it's for groceries or something I probably don't need to really be spending money on but decided to anyways because sitting in a dorm with the same boxes you unpacked your life from 3 weeks ago gets boring. New boxes are always exciting.

I love the number 7 and I don't like my name. Bit of an irony there considering I hate numbers and love writing. The world is full of little find mucks. I suppose I don't like numbers because I feel like they impose some sort of unforeseen will upon everything. Somehow, my attempts to build meaningless lists of made up creatures and races and languages does not fall into this same category of control, but I'm hypocritical.

Example.

I hate power but think I'd be the best to use it. I think poor of myself, but like attention. This is not a new development for any human really, but I do my best to attempt to set new standards of such hypocrisies. Juries still out though.

Back to math.

The last 4 days I've been measuring my life in increments 6 minute 33 second cycles. It's the length of this one song I've been listening to. Over. And over. And over again. It's pretty catchy (apparently). My roommate informed me that I've been singing it almost every 6 minutes and 33 seconds I've been spending in my room. For the viewers at home, that roughly equates to 200 song cycles where my roommate has had to endure my (slightly) off tune whistles as I let the song run on YouTube whilst I'm doing something else. Isn't math fun?

More math.

1 am is roughly the time I get to bed each night. I could tell you its because of my college workload, my homework, that I'm actually doing something.

I'm not. I just don't want to. I would rather stay awake longer and remember than go to sleep and forget just that much more of a life I could have remembered. Last Week's Alcohol continues to play in my head, in those 6 minute 33 second cycles, as the clock in the corner of my laptop slowly marches forward to later in the night.

It gives me a sort of satisfaction being up when no one else is. A quiet calm if you will. Like riding my bike in the rain across campus listening to Killswitch Engage's song "My Curse." Good times. Being alone at a party, and just watching the conversations slowly get more drunk as the people empty themselves. There's a sort of satisfaction to that I like.

I'm on my fifth run through of that 6 minute 33 cycle right now. Feel free to do the math.

There's just shy of 7 billion people on this planet, but I'm the only one really. That's the hypocrisy of subjectivity right there. Surrounded by other loners pretending not to be. It's hard to cope with that fact as you get older, but I think I'm adjusting.

I always get to this point and I'm tempted to delete everything. It's shit. It's not actually important (which is true). But again there's that whole secret attention thing, so I don't, and then I put some labels on it which makes this whole thing seem attached and meaningful and profound in some way I don't even know what I mean.

I made cookies tonight. They were delicious. Chocolate chips and dried peppers. I made friends too. I like friends. What'd I'd really like, though, is that if that 2,500 miles would some how just become 6 minutes and 33 seconds. But then we'd all probably die because math got broke.

Oh well.

It's a little over 3 inches from where my mouse is sitting to the publish post button.

And there goes cycle 7.

And I'm still in this state.

Math is stupid.