how to eat your feelings {and other travels}

a little week's collection of pictures. went to my grandparent's place in the okanagan. it was splendid. two of my favourite people in the whole wide world.

wait, first you need to make these cookies. they're dangerously delicious. cup of sugar, 1/3 cup of veggie oil, 2 eggs and a box of cake. THAT'S RIGHT I SAID CAKE MIX! devil's food. you see where this is going right? i bullied a girl at a party into giving me her recipe and she finally gave in saying to share it with cool people only. i think the internet is pretty cool. so here you are.

oven 350F. non-stick cookie sheet. KEY WORD: non-stick. roll into balls. make dirty jokes. eat a handful of raw cookie dough. feel nauseous. bake for 6 minutes. NO not 7 minutes. i had to throw out a whole pan due to thinking i was a genius with an extra minute on her hands. sad face.

makes like 60-70 cookies. i ate 9 right out of the oven. gahh they're so good. let cool for a few. share and/or accept bribes.

much like the thoughts in my head, these picutres are in no particular order. if you feel panicked and anxious whilst reading this then welcome to my BRAIN.

grandma comes out on the deck and says oh come look a rainbow. it might almost be a double rainbow!  (!!) cam and i burst out laughing. insert hours of showing my grandparents the double rainbow youtube video (after we established what youtube was), charlie bit my finger, sneezing panda, etc. they loved it. grandad was all, what's this guy been smoking, we get double rainbows all the time. haha

Newfie golf = good fun. Newfie jokes are an added bonus. Fun fact: I don't know any real life newfies. ridiculous. any newfies reading this may not want to be my friend anymore. i wish i was a newfie. i've filled my newfie word quota now.

9.2 times out of 10 i'm a slob. american apparel can't save you now dirtball! i don't blame you if these photos make you want to be a better person, perhaps make something of yourself and/or take a shower.

my grandparents took us to see this hotel spa resort above okanagan lake made by/of swarovski crystal. very pretty, but i just wandered around and gawked at the prices, made fun of obnoxious rich people, in most likely an obnoxious way.

Cam spotted this and was like, hop in, it's an outfit post! hah. how about no. but then i did anyway. it's a tree. get it?

also, can we talk about my cowlick for a second?

i have an 'i have to pee 10 million times a day' issue lately. on our way back i asked cam to pull over at the next stop because i had to go moderately, not super bad, but i was anticipating it. so i fell asleep and woke up an hour later, still driving, pitch dark and i knew we were on a section of the highway that had a whole lot of nothing for a whole lot of long time. uh why haven't we stopped for the washroom? oh, we passed it, you were sleeping and i didn't want to wake you. son of a -! how sweet of you, now kindly pullover so i don't explode my bladder all over your seats. we stop at the semi-truck brake check area. it's 10pm, super dark and all my shyness of peeing in public has seemed to disappear. i battled with the fear of either being spotted by a passing car or getting eaten by a mountain goat, but decided i would risk the latter and told him to turn off his headlights. i dashed to a ledge and ended up half falling into a ditch, peed all over my flip-flop and my foot. mothereff. no water in the truck to rinse off but cam offered a half a can of warm pop to rinse my foot off. i smelled like pee and old pepsi for the remainder of the drive.

my week in a nutshell. nutblog. i wrote this whole disaster while under the influence of melatonin, diet dr. pepper (helluva combination) and have not proofread a single sentence above therefore am not responsible for this mess. it's yours now suckahs!