blossoms, like snow, fall upon the tender grass which by monstrous boots is trodden

so i feel relieved...and guilty...i probably could've handled the situation better, but it needed to be done...and now that it is, i regret any hurt i caused...and i'm sure a i caused quite a bit...but freedom, they say, costs a bit, even if it costs a revolution of self...
so! the pathways reception was awesome...it was fun...tho it seemed shorter than usual. funny, that...and not as many people came. but, seriously, it was of major amusement for a good while. afterwards was a bit odd, but that's mainly my fault...i just had to pick that day, huh? well, it was inevitable...better now than some other less opportune time, yes? well, there's not much else to report, unfortunately, other than the fact that i feel i haven't gotten any real sleep in months...yet again, my own fault...i really should try and sleep more...but there are so many interesting books and such; i just can't leave them be for something so trivial as sleep. but i like sleep, really, i do...my dreams are quite vivid...and every bit as interesting as my books. still, books can be deliberately read again...while dreams are evanescent, fleeting. so that should cause me to choose dreams over books, right? well, books are tangible...and they smell good.
well, i must say goodnight; it is getting late...midnight, you know...and i have to be up early tomorrow...

when chapstick runs away

so Love Monster and Vampire Knight were updated. yay! i've been waiting for those two manga chapters forever! well, not forever...more like a month and a half. but, hey! they updated! it's so wonderful. and, yes, i know no one cares. but i just had to say it. so exciting.
well, my weekend was nice. i learned a couple of things and my resolve about something in particular ended up strengthened...so a good weekend after all...and then there were one or two things i did...yep...but i'm not gonna tell! no, really, nothing happened. i might as well be in boreville. except that angela and liz were with me, so things were quite lively.
oh! that reminds me. i made whiskey cakes this weekend with angela. yep. they were so fluffy and yummy, it was unbelievable! now i just have to figure out a measurement for the amount of whiskey to put in. oh, don't worry; you can't put too much in or the cakes won't bake right. just think of them as something comparable to rum cake...only with whiskey. so, no getting drunk off of cake!
well, there's not much else i can babble about, so i guess i'll head out now...well, bye!

like lightning!

so my head's going to explode but, hey...there are worse ways to go. my life, sadly, is swinging precariously on a cliff and the ground is three feet down. it's scary. no, not really. actually, things are going fine, though i must admit, i'd like everything to be a bit more...lively. my life, such as it is, is really, really boring. but, hey! it's St. Patrick's Day! if only i didn't feel so bad...i really shouldn't have gone into that basement...too much dust down there...and now my sinuses are trying to kill me...what a shame.
on a lighter note, i've nothing to report, really. life has remained the same. no horrid surprises or whatnot...yep...so, that's my post for today...bye!

Absence makes the heart grow weak

so i watched 10,000 BC...it was pretty good, despite the huge historical inacuracy. i would actually go watch it again. it was wonderfully done and the story itself was quite interesting. it really was excellent, and i'm glad i went and watched it. well, as i've nothing else to report, i suppose i shall leave now. bye.

sing to the skies, my dear, and nothing shall harm you...

so today was a pretty good day. i spent first/third block watching Peter Pan (the newer version), and then in second/fourth, i spent the block helping to make pancakes...and watching Rebelde. And, while Rebelde isn't one of those shows i'd ever really watch, once you start, you can't really not watch it...it's like the doramas i watch...so, yeah...and then we all went home in the middle of the day...which has messed up my perception of time...all i really want to do now is listen to music and maybe go to sleep...but that's never going to happen. so i'll go search for something to watch...well, bye!

Not ready to admit the obvious

i tend to surround myself in dreams, cloaking my thoughts from myself, afraid of what lurks beneath...or something of that nature. no, really...i love my dreams...but sometimes they tend to rule my thoughts. they're such interesting dreams, after all. i want to remember them all. and, while they are vivid enough to last a few days, i forget a good portion. i don't like that. yes, there are some which make no sense whatsoever, but i still like them! still, i should be less consumed with dreams and more consumed with the reality which nevertheless continues to enshroud me in a pall of normalcy. or so it seems.
okay, but no one wants to hear that. in fact, no one wants to hear anything besides something about themselves...humans are narcissists at heart, i think. secretly, of course. because it's against society to be narcissistic...funny, huh? let us frown upon our own shadowy characters.
no one pays attention anymore (sorry, sudden shift in subject). i mean, no one catches it anymore, do they? the rippling glimmer of sunlight reflecting silver in a creek? or the snatches of gold which seem to peek through. no one pays attention to the water's whisper anymore. they no longer care. there's blood in the trees, you see...but no one believes. not that i'm a big environmentalist. not anymore, at least. oh, when i was eight, i was completely informed (or so i thought) on the state of the environment. i wanted to grow up and save the world. and now all i want to do is sit back and watch. i want to watch as everything fades, because there's beauty in that, too. a sad beauty, yes, but beauty all the same.
oh! gosh...i'm bored...and even more miserable because i feel listless...i really don't want to do anything. that, i think, is worse than anything...but, to go and find something to do (hopefully). adieu!

Sing me now asleep/then to your offices and let me rest

so today at the nursing home was pretty nice...i like it there. i sat with a nice woman today at dinner and met some other charming residents. once i get to know everyone and everything like that, i am sure to really enjoy working there. what else? well, there's nothing much more to say, really. only that i'm going to go eat some dinner...
hey! i have several new ideas for a story, but i'll let them stay in my head and ferment a bit...they need to be a bit stronger before i try to write them down. but i can tell you that i find them of great interest--not that this means everyone else will...and i still have not gotten to any of my other stories; possibly because i'm lazy...that could be a determining factor there.
well, i'm going to leave now...bye!

no time for fly-by dives

so one of my dogs was put down today. poor bruno...he's had cancer since last april and has just been going along the best he could...but he's been getting really bad lately, so...yeah...it makes me a little sad; i mean, bruno's been with my mom longer than i have...so she's quite upset. my step-dad, too...poor bruno. he was such a giant, bigg, fluffy, awesome, let-me-sit-in-your-lap dog. he was half australian shepherd and half rottie...and so loveable!
but! enough of the melancholy. i can't spend the rest of my life in mourning--for anyone. it's impractical. well, listen to me, prattling on about the impracticality of mourning. don't i sound horribly apathetic? but that's just me. i handle losses well--or at least people say i do. and it's not because i don't care, or that i don't feel the loss. i do...it's simply that i want to spend my time thinking about the ones who are left. because, after all, they're important, too. let the lost stay in prayers, i think, and in memories. if i mourned the loss of everyone in my family--dead or simply gone--then i'd do nothing but mourn. and who really wants to do that? as i said; it's impratical. besides, i remember them just as easily when i'm happy as when i'm sad.
wow...i said i'd get off that subject, didn't i? well, forgive me, please. i get around to thinking about things and just go around and around...well, onto lighter stuff (finally). daylight saving's time. horrible time of the year. everyone's irritable and just plain tired. we should do away with daylight saving's time and stop messing with our already skewed perceptions of the subject. really.
ah! i'm reading this cool economics book on china. it's pretty interesting, actually. i just bought it at the book nook on a whim but i actually find it quite informative.
bah, i shouldn't be rambling on so long; no one cares, after all, in the long run. do they? well, in any case, Auf Wiedersehen!

my life as a rainy day

there are some points in your life when you think, "this can't be happening, it's not real." but what if it was always like that? and i don't mean to ask, "what if your whole life was bad?" no. i mean, what if, sitting on the couch, watching tv, suddenly seemed the least real thing in the world? sometimes, i just stop whatever i'm doing and i just look around. and i get this feeling that nothing's real; it's all a dream. maybe because colors are so...soft outside of my dreams. when i sleep, colors have a deeper tone to them, like there's more depth to them; almost as if i'm not just seeing them. but it's a ridiculous thought, isn't it? that everything's a dream. still, everything's too...i don't know. don't listen to me; i'm just off in i-have-nothing-to-do-except-sit-and-think-of-random-things land...
ivy is growing in my house. yep. ivy. it came in through the window...we live in this old house and the wood is kinda cracked and aging, which lets ivy creep in all the time. there's even ivy growing out of one of the light sockets! that's supposed to be good luck. but, i can't really determine whether i've had good luck or not. i don't think i have...but, then, perhaps it works over the long run...and bad things that happen have happened because they needed to in order to get better...sort of like when you're sick, i suppose. well, anyway...my little ivy vines keep me company here, creeping in away from the outside...i don't know why it'd want to be in here, though...the outside world is so much more beautiful...well, at least here it is...we have those nice grassy yards with tall, stately trees growing at nice intervals, with their shadows just barely touching each other. it's nice. but i miss my old house, too...we had woods there. it was nice. it rendered a different sort of feeling than this one does...similar, but different. but they make me smile.
well, enough of that nonsense! i must go back to honey and clover, my newest drama-obsession...it has one of my favorite actors in it and i bet none of you have heard of him (well, almost none of you)...well, bye!

Of all the things to wish against...

my stupid mother is being a stupid mother. again. as usual, she's asking the "what are you going to do...?" question in order to avoid all responsibility. you know, she actually had the audacity today to use me as an excuse as to why she "couldn't" get a job. lovely. i just absolutely love it when i'm used as an escape clause. but, that's not the real issue here. and i shouldn't be ragging on my mom so much. i understand that she has her flaws and there aren't really that many things i can do to jog her out of her rut without permanently hurting her feelings. i'd rather do that when i didn't rely on her so much...it would make things easier. well, at least a little bit, anyway. I'd still feel horribly guilty for the rest of my life, i'm afraid...
okay, on to happier subjects. like pillows. a pillow sounds really nice. a giant, wonderful, fluffy one that smells like chocolate and detergent. and a blanket--no, make that a quilt. a big, wonderful down-filled one that never stops poofing unless you wedge it between two three-ton rocks for forty years. yes...and a nice cup of hot chocolate with those teeny marshmallows. and a book. an all-engrossing, fantastical, wondermus book that never ends. a small, white room with late-spring sunlight streaming through billowing, gauzy curtains...and the smell of flowers floating in through the open windows...
oh! you know what my favorite flowers are? lilies and daffodils. they're like total opposites. lillies are elagant, with bold lines and delicate colors. but daffodils are durable, bright, peppy flowers. yep, totally unalike but my favorite flowers anyway. i can't wait until my daffodils grow in. my step-dad had better not mow them down this time.
well, i'm going to go now. bye-bye!

In Loving Memory of the Untamed

i've nothing much to report, i'm afraid. other than i've made cupcakes. they were good, too. oh, hey...does anyone know the difference between dusk and twilight? the dictionary defines twilight as "The time of the day when the sun is just below the horizon, especially the period between sunset and dark" and dusk as "the state or period of partial darkness between day and night; the dark part of twilight." so, i suppose the only difference is that twilight encompases dusk. hmm...i've always thought of twilight as more a dark blue and dusk more gray...or, at least that moment when the colors from the sunset have faded but darkness hasn't quite come yet...so, i guess i'm thinking that dusk is before twilight...like right now--or in a minute or two--would be dusk and twilight would be just seconds before darkness envelopes the world...or something to that effect. but, i guess no one's really thought about that too much, hmm? you know, twilight can be applied to the morning, as well, when dusk cannot. it's simply that twilight is more commonly associated with sunset rather than sunrise. isn't that odd? but, i'm probably boring you...
ah! this year is a great year for books, i think. five books i've been waiting to read come out this year...and all within three months! the first comes in july, two more come in august, and then the last two are in september...i'm so happy and can't wait.
okay, well i've babbled enough. it's time to go...

in taking back the lies

eeeeek! okay, sorry about that, but i'm reading a totally wonderful Gundam Wing fanfic! oh, i'm so excited. i haven't found one this wonderfully written in ages! oh, it makes me smile! oh, and i got my latest fanfic chapter finished; i just have to send it for proofreading and then i can update! i'm so happy. yep, squeaking up a storm here...do you know how hard it is to find a decent fanfic nowadays? it's tough. really. you have to sift through all the junk until you find that one glimmering star, halfheartedly shining in all its faded glory. but, well, i have to go finish it...and highly praise the authors! sayonara!

after everything, appearances must be kept

so my mother is going bitchy. not crazy, mind you. just bitchy. more than usual, actually, so it's a bit hard not to slam her for everything she's not doing whenever she starts yelling at me for no apparent reason. still, i am, if nothing else, secretly nice, and don't want to hurt her frail little emotions. not directly, anyway. guilt's a horrid thing to live with, you know? and i have enough for the moment, thank you. well, besides that, there's not much else to say. there's not really been much of an update in my life, beyond the fact that time keeps moving without me. all right, well, i'm off to go write some more on my fanfic...before people lose interest in the story...buh-bye now.

"there's always a catch," said the cynic

pathways is almost finished!!!!! yay! but, then, there are changes to be made, especially if people who haven't done anything before now keep trying to change everything at the last minute. and they make them because they don't really understand what we've done. and why don't they know? because, even though they have time, they have decided not to do ANYTHING to help. well, besides help judge some of the artwork. yeah, real nice. grr...but, being the nice, wonderful people that we are, angela and i decided to accomodate these people and shifted half the pages in pathways so that these people could have their better-late-than-never way. jeez. i wouldn't mind so much if they'd actually TALKED to angela and i about their "suggestions," but they didn't. Instead, they went to mrs. durbin about it. and then there's the fact that they haven't actually WORKED on anything even remotely pertaining to pathways; unless you count their submissions. ugh. it makes me angry. Still, one of them was truly well-founded in their complaint. i understand completely. but the other two...they're just pissy because the only two people who have actually done anything can't anticipate their every whim and desire. so we're not psychic. yeah, take out a stick and beat us for it. stupid, freaking, mumble mumble...if it weren't for them, i'd be working on the index right now...
grrrrr...but! tomorrow is our writer's club picture and we get to have cupcakes for breakfast! woohoo!
well, have fun, everyone! as for me, well, i'm leaving. bye now!

i'll weep as apples fall from the sky

i might be getting a car. might. as in, probably won't happen but i'll cross my fingers anyway. it's an '03 Acura RSX (i think). so, i'll be hoping for that. it's white and, while normal people wouldn't see the paint mistakes, i have...they taped it off totally incorrectly and they didn't take off the fenders to paint those, either, so they messed up there. luckily, however, if i do get it, my stepdad will paint it for me...hopefully without any embellishes...because i know he's gonna insist on doing a flame job and it's going to take a lot to convince him not to...anyway, like i said; it's not set in stone, not at all. well, i've seen it and my stepdad and i looked at the tires (which are really good; the tread is fabulous), and the engine, too...still looks pretty damn good...the stereo, however, could be better but it works...i'm not too worried about it. i think, if i get it, i'll like it very much. it will work well for me...and it's small! isn't that great...yes, small is on the top of my list; i am a teeny person and do not want to be driving around in a big, hulking vehicle. not at all. hell, if it was bigger, i'd feel like a four-year-old in it. so small is good for a car. still, like i said, it's not definite, so i shouldn't get my hopes up.
now, that's all i really wanted to say, so i'm gonna go, kay? bye

Exceptional fortitude is just a kinder way of saying "obstinancy"

so i've nothing to do. but that doesn't prove any different than most other days...in fact, i'm simply stating the obvious at this point. uggh...i want to go braid my hair. i think i will in a few minutes. and i'll probably wear it up tomorrow. i'm to the point where i want to hack all my hair off but i'm not going to because who knows what it's going to look like as it grows out? so i'll leave it alone and just let it get longer...hah...years and years from now, i'll be one of those old women with long, gray hair always in a braid straight down their backs, walking around in long, poofy skirts and outrageously colored shirts. yep. that's my plan.
so i'll probably ramble on for a bit of a turn, simply because boredom snuck up on me and is now attempting to play chess...
it needs to warm up. after all, it feels like spring. funny, how can you explain that? spring always reminds me of my grandmother's house. not the one i lived with, the other one. i would stay in this little white room with a little bed covered in floral patterns. everything smelled like my grandmother but i never minded; she smells good. i don't know how to explain it. and it smelled like powder in there, too, because my grandmother had this old powder container on my dresser, filled with baby powder, and there was this wonderful feathery thing resting there, like it was a cradle. anyway, in the mornings, i would wake up to the sun filling up the little room and birds chirping just outside the window, like they were trying to tell me how wonderful it was going to be that day. i always felt so happy when i was over there, so bright. i don't know what to say about it. it makes me smile, the memory does. ah, but i was talking about spring, yes? it's there, in the air, waiting for me when i wake up and, despite the cold, spring lingers in the trees, the sky, as i step outside. and i can't help but smile. regardless of the temperatures, spring is coming and it makes me feel like...waiting. spring is anticipation, i think...and bright green. it's wonderful.
hmm...i just ordered more books from amzon...it was a bit troublesome at first but totally worth it...i bought a book for my AP book project thingie and a couple others (i just couldn't resist!) now i have to wait for a couple of days for them to get here...and then i can read them! yay!
well, i should go now. bye.

i want to make a dinosuar from an emu!

nothing's been happening. nothing at all, really. ah! but, we're getting to work on pathways! which is good; we've made all our selections and have begun to put the magazine together (building pages and whatnot). it's been hard getting everything sorted out; we had to have everyone vote on stuff; we had to sort that into folders, type them up, put them in new folders, re-sort them into categories depending on their original categories, and, once used, must put them all into separate folders labeled with their proper categories and the term "used." oh! and we need more essays. the only essays we have are from angela and myself...so, please! give us essays! it would be awesome...okay, well, i can't report much else to you besides the fact that we've picked a cover. and it's pretty good...i'm excited about it, as is everyone else...of course, it was our second pick; we wanted to do another one but, because we're not doing a full-color cover this year, we had to abandon that plan. but just know it was the best cover ever! still, like i said, the newer one rocks, too.
well, i know nobody cares. oh, but i'd like to thank ed for submitting all of his prose in...they were awesome and every single one was voted in. yay! okay...moving on...i haven't put any chapstick on in three hours; i'm getting antsy. oh! i've been looking up stuff on Twilight, mainly because i'm bored. It's a good series, to be sure. not exactly the best ever, but still wonderful. and it's getting a lot of people to read, which is good, you know? i think we finally have at least two of our twenty copies back on the library shelves. they've been checked out forever. well, enough of that. what else should i talk about? well, i can lament about the fact that none of my regular mangas have been updated in a while. i should probably go watch some more bleach but, oddly enough, i don't feel like it. i've missed like eight episodes...well, i'll go see about them...eventually...actually, i think i'll let them build up for a bit more before tackling them...that way i can get a bunch of them in one fell swoop.
ack! i have to rewrite some of my stories...there goes 140+ pages to rifle through and edit. see why i've not opened the document up since i finished it three years ago. wow. three years. that's insane. i can't believe that was three years ago. wow. i don't think i WANT to read what's in there; i might die of grammatical shock. there are a lot of things i need to fix...uggh...i had to completely toss out one of my earlier stories...simply because i don't think i could EVER make it work...oh, and i should finish that one story...i mean, it's on like page 170...i really SHOULD finish it...but, i don't feel like it...and then there's the witch story...i've trashed the eight chapters i had and am now starting from the beginning. not to mention there are a couple of fanfics i should be working on...i'm thinking of an epilogue for my ouran fic...but, yet again, i don't feel like it. ah! but there are maybe fifty or so stories i've written a first chapter for...and never got beyond that...and there's the eight-page history which doesn't belong to anything...it's just some random history written in the middle of a high fever...it's actually quite good, i think...and i can detect a hint of a story there...post-apocalyptic type, a bit further removed than most, though.
well, enough of that stuff...i'm just listing things in order to get everything sorted out in my head...sometimes things cross and i have to trash some stories because they've morphed into a more recent and interesting story. i recycle a lot of my themes and many different elements from older stories...jeez...i really should get to editing Shadowed Path. there are a couple of things which are just sort of sitting there at the back of my brain, screaming that they need to be fixed.
okay. i'll be going, now...ciao!

Apathy does NOT control my life...

angela was out today! it's been like six days since i saw her last! wow. that makes me sad. she fell prey to the plague. that's right; i'm calling it a plague. might as well be one; you come back from it feeling like the undead. well, i've been out, as everyone knows...maybe...and came back today. lucky me, i developed an extremely stuffy nose and sore throat this morning and now, joy of joys, my cold is miving into my chest--where it will probably settle in for a month or two. wonderful, isn't it? jeez, at least it isn't like when i had bronchitis. i had that AND a staph infection at the same time. talk about irritating. talk about absolutely death-worthy. not really. but i was out for nearly three weeks for that...yep, that was back in middle school when i missed an average of like thirty+ days a year...go me. but now, in high school, i'm never given the proper time to get better. which only keeps me sick and tired all the time. at least i had breaks in between sicknesses in middle school. now it's always there. but hey...it's all good. i'm only sick so often because my lungs and sinuses are wonky and retarded and love to throw sinus and random-illness parties.
but! enough of that. i think i might just go and play final fantasy or something. possibly a more violent game. after all, rpg battles are just not violent enough. although FFXII isn't turnbase like the others, which is pretty cool. and i don't have to rely on magic nearly as much in this game; i only use cure and stuff like that. i mean, seriously...using magic sucks. my philosophy has always been something pertaining to the following: if you can kill it with an extremely wicked-awesome sword, why the hell use magic?
but, really...i should go disinfect my room or something...and my hoodie. no, better make that ALL my hoodies.
so, sayonara! i must be off!

I've never felt this random before

okay, so the world is a wonderful, awesome place filled with awesome individuals who do awesome things. but, i must admit, people are violent, deranged, and evil. that's right. and they scare me. ugh. i can't even think about more than like twenty people without wanting to build a bomb shelter and spend the rest of my life underground. which sucks, because i really like looking out the window at the world. i mean, nature is beautiful. and, while nature has so much movement, so much life, i'm not threatened. not nearly as much as i am by people. it's a problem, i admit, but it's all good. if i just stay in my own little world, nothing can hurt me...excpet for POLITICS getting so damned IDIOTIC! all right, the american system might have worked wonderfully when there were only a handful of states, but now it's just ridiculous. i mean, does anyone ever get anything done? there are too many politicians, each with their own individual agendas and to hell with the rest of the citizens. but let's not get into a political rant, shall we? that would be unproductive (not that i get much done anyway).
so i wanna work with old people. yep...i wanna work at the nursing home. why? well, so i can continue my assimilation of the old person persona. that's right. i'm an old person at heart. all i want to do is snuggle up on top of a heated matress, under a heated blanket, bake all day, read all day, and weave. oh, and stare out the window mumbling stories to myself. and if i have to walk anywhere, by god, i'm going to shuffle around. thank god i haven't gone so far as to wear socks on my feet, or all i'd need is to be hunched over and i'd be mistaken for an actual old person.
well, if you haven't noticed, i've gone a bit crazy here all by myself. yes. it's sad but, let's face it, this was going to happen eventually. luckily, i'll be back to my normal-yet-not-normal self tomorrow when i get back to school. and actually have something to do. yes. speaking of, i think i'll go and write up the terms i'm sure i missed in economics. and, luckily, i won't have to make those cupcakes i dreamt i had to make for economics last night.
oh! but tomorrow i'm baking those chocolate chip muffins for the VD party. i can't wait. i love chocolate chip muffins. but, sorry...i won't be making any healthy muffins for the party b/c i've already made them...and ate them all...hey, i was sick and i wanted muffins.
okay, so i doubt anyone read this, but, hey, it's cool. anyway, i'll say goodbye nonetheless. after all, i have to sign off somehow...i can't just stop in the middle of a sentence...it would be...

Ack! the shame of such a one...

it's official...i have caught whatever's been going around the school. and it's a relief. i mean, i knew i was going to catch it at some point, but I didn't know when. so i was just waiting. and wondering. for a time there, it felt like a piano suspended above my head. luckily, i started getting sick on thursday night instead of monday night. because if it had've been monday, i would have been out for the whole week instead of just today. let me tell you, i'm sick most of the time (i always seem to pick up every cold that goes around in between sinus infections), but it doesn't normally drain me so much as this. normally, when i get really sick, i start crying randomly. but this time, i'm crying irrationally. like last night, i was sleeping and then one of my dogs woke me up. and then i was too hot to go back to sleep (imagine that!) so i shoved all my blankets off of my bed and started crying. because i couldn't get comfortable. and the tv was too loud. and my mom wouldn't go to bed and leave the house silent. and my puppy wasn't in my room. yep. cried for an hour. and today, i didn't want to go to the book nook (gasp!). yeah, i know. my mom even offered to pay for a book. yeah, i said "no." and i sat home all day and watched superman. i did. three superman films in a row. and i'm about to watch another. i hate superman. i scare myself when i get this sick and cranky. and i scare my mom, too. because i don't ever really cry unless i'm majorly sick. so she's checking on me like every five minutes...
well, i should go; my fever's coming back and i want brownies. which i'll have to make. oh! i'm baking muffins for the VD party on thursday. i hope everyone likes chocolate chip. but if you don't, i'll probably supply like a couple of banana muffins, too...if i remember. they're actually quite good. well, bye.