Smells Like Burning. Literally.
Oh, man. Today qualifies as one of my worst days in a long time. :(
The barn was good and I got out of there early, but then my mood just totally plummeted. It kinda did yesterday, but righted itself once I got to work (I think being around people helps). But today it wouldn't shift back. I was supposed to go to P Place and look for jeans, but I couldn't motivate myself to drive all the way up there, not even with the thought of delicious Indian food. :p So I basically stayed in bed most of the day, sometimes getting up to check message boards, sometimes getting up for a snack. Mostly I just lay around and dwelled and couldn't get my mind to stop being evil. It's time like these when I really think I might have a chemical imbalance. . .
This mood probably would have continued until now if it hadn't been for my afternoon fuck up. All I wanted was a bag of microwaved popcorn. Rob had made one last night and I didn't have any since I had other stuff to eat, but it sparked a small craving for some today. So, I followed the directions and put the bag in the microwave for 4 minutes, though it said I should expect it to be done sooner. So, although I wasn't standing right in front of the microwave, I remained in the kitchen as it started popping. It wasn't long before I noticed that it was smelling pretty awful. . .like it was starting to burn, although it sounded like it was still busy popping. No big deal; I opened the microwave and took the bag out.
I tore it open a little and smoke came pouring out, but I didn't think it was too unusual-- then agian, I've also never made microwaved popcorn before (seriously!). The bag was also VERY hot, but I didn't think much of it. So I probably burned some of it. Not a concern.
I opened the bag some more and then put it down so the steam could stop coming out. Except it wasn't stopping. And it WAS *smoke.* As I said, it smelled AWFUL. I was growing impatient though, so smoke be damned, I reached my hand in--
--and immediately pulled it back out. Pain! Something just about burned my hand, and obviouslysomething was up. I peered into the bag as best I could and noticed with horror that all I could see was black and flecks of orange. I'm not even kidding. It looked like a fire, when you let it burn out and it's just a mess of charred wood and random flecks of flame here and there. Um, not good. O_o
So, being clever as always, I dropped the whole bag into the sink and doused it with water. Hey, it got the job done, haha. I then cut the bag open with some scissors and yup, nothing but a pile of burnt popcorn inside. I still don't know exactly what the hell happened, but needless to say I don't think I'll be attempting to make another bag!
After that I went out for lunch (haha) and then to school, for class and to work on my project-thing. Then I came home and ate a little more and watched Top Model. My mood improved around class-time, probably because I talked to History Boy as usual. I shouldn't feel so disconnected from other people (and I'm not talking in a greater, spiritual sense or anything like that. . .I can understand THAT, I have always needed something a lot more *tangible*) but I usually do. I have plans and I have some people I can count on, but it's never enough. I'm sure my feeling depressed early just exacerbates that feeling though, because it was affecting me in a huge way today. All of my senses felt blunted. I wanted to take some pictures of random nature-y things, but it didn't seem right. All I have is color film and I literally felt like I was only able to see in shades of grey this afternoon, so I wouldn't have been able to capture what I felt like I was seeing.
Remember, lots of geniuses were crazy. :p
Off to do some reading I guess. Hopefully the burnt popcorn smell will go away by tomorrow, cuz it is NOT awesome. x_x
The barn was good and I got out of there early, but then my mood just totally plummeted. It kinda did yesterday, but righted itself once I got to work (I think being around people helps). But today it wouldn't shift back. I was supposed to go to P Place and look for jeans, but I couldn't motivate myself to drive all the way up there, not even with the thought of delicious Indian food. :p So I basically stayed in bed most of the day, sometimes getting up to check message boards, sometimes getting up for a snack. Mostly I just lay around and dwelled and couldn't get my mind to stop being evil. It's time like these when I really think I might have a chemical imbalance. . .
This mood probably would have continued until now if it hadn't been for my afternoon fuck up. All I wanted was a bag of microwaved popcorn. Rob had made one last night and I didn't have any since I had other stuff to eat, but it sparked a small craving for some today. So, I followed the directions and put the bag in the microwave for 4 minutes, though it said I should expect it to be done sooner. So, although I wasn't standing right in front of the microwave, I remained in the kitchen as it started popping. It wasn't long before I noticed that it was smelling pretty awful. . .like it was starting to burn, although it sounded like it was still busy popping. No big deal; I opened the microwave and took the bag out.
I tore it open a little and smoke came pouring out, but I didn't think it was too unusual-- then agian, I've also never made microwaved popcorn before (seriously!). The bag was also VERY hot, but I didn't think much of it. So I probably burned some of it. Not a concern.
I opened the bag some more and then put it down so the steam could stop coming out. Except it wasn't stopping. And it WAS *smoke.* As I said, it smelled AWFUL. I was growing impatient though, so smoke be damned, I reached my hand in--
--and immediately pulled it back out. Pain! Something just about burned my hand, and obviouslysomething was up. I peered into the bag as best I could and noticed with horror that all I could see was black and flecks of orange. I'm not even kidding. It looked like a fire, when you let it burn out and it's just a mess of charred wood and random flecks of flame here and there. Um, not good. O_o
So, being clever as always, I dropped the whole bag into the sink and doused it with water. Hey, it got the job done, haha. I then cut the bag open with some scissors and yup, nothing but a pile of burnt popcorn inside. I still don't know exactly what the hell happened, but needless to say I don't think I'll be attempting to make another bag!
After that I went out for lunch (haha) and then to school, for class and to work on my project-thing. Then I came home and ate a little more and watched Top Model. My mood improved around class-time, probably because I talked to History Boy as usual. I shouldn't feel so disconnected from other people (and I'm not talking in a greater, spiritual sense or anything like that. . .I can understand THAT, I have always needed something a lot more *tangible*) but I usually do. I have plans and I have some people I can count on, but it's never enough. I'm sure my feeling depressed early just exacerbates that feeling though, because it was affecting me in a huge way today. All of my senses felt blunted. I wanted to take some pictures of random nature-y things, but it didn't seem right. All I have is color film and I literally felt like I was only able to see in shades of grey this afternoon, so I wouldn't have been able to capture what I felt like I was seeing.
Remember, lots of geniuses were crazy. :p
Off to do some reading I guess. Hopefully the burnt popcorn smell will go away by tomorrow, cuz it is NOT awesome. x_x
posted by Erica at 7:43 PM
2 Comments:
They should put a warning or something on the popcorn.
Have you been very busy lately? I find my mood drops when I've been doing too much for too long and exhaustion kicks in. It especially occurs when the need to be busy ends and the quieter time begins and the adreniline starts to wear off.
I haven't been busy lately, nor have I just been sitting around. Feeling that way was totally random, as far as I could tell.
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