I came from the bayou, the soup of creation

I said "more on this later" but I'm bored by that cliffhanger so forget it.

The most going on in life right now is Kant and questions about the future. Kant's sort of blowing my mind so I'll save that for my intellectual hipster blog that I pretend I don't have.

?'s about the future are tedious and expected for a 21 year-old, much like drug tests and career fairs. I don't know, maybe other people enjoy that stuff but all these learned, inspirational old people keep telling me to live in the now and all I find myself doing is planning for the future by pimping what I've done in the past.

So rather than answering everybody's question of "What are you doing after graduation?" with details I'll just leave it at "Being fabulous"

I figure that'll cover everything. And people may even think that I have a lucrative stock tip or something worthwhile up my sleeve...like a limited edition mr. potato head pez dispenser. That'd be hot. and it would actually fit up my sleeve.

Speaking of ample sleeves, I feel like every day of my life is still me slowly coming to grips with the fact that I wasn't born a gospel singer. Another thing I can't do: make a grits taco. It's a recipe I came up with last night as I was falling asleep and it just doesn't seem right. If anybody ever needs to eat a whole bunch of carbs at once, come to me and I'll cook you my delicious concoction.

A recipe that DOES work:
Tabasco with bread and cheese, grilled
1. add cheese to Tabasco
2. add bread to either sides of Tabasco concoction
3. grill

5 stars. Will definitely eat again.