Tofu conquered

I made that bean curd my bitch last night. I coagulated it, dumped it into a press and forced its bitch-ass into a block. I then proceded to cook its ass in a frying pan and then eat it. It tasted so much better than store-bought stuff. I have already made another even more successful block today; this one which I will also leave to burn in the acids of my stomach, just to teach it a lesson. I just wonder now if I should bring the soy milker and tofu kit to school; it might just be excessive baggage in such a small dorm room.

Good Morning, DeKalb

This is what I will be saying on Thursday. Not really, but DeKalb is where I will be. Move-In Day is coming and I am scrambling to get ready. Okay, I am lying, I will be scrambling Wednesday night.

I am not doing all that much to get ready physically, but I have been preparing mentally and socially; saying goodbyes, having goodbye parties, getting ready to meet many new people and drink myself retarded with them. All that fun stuff. I am slightly intimidated with leaving home. I have never left it for any extended period of time. Meeting new people isn’t scary to me, just leaving behind ‘old’ people is. Sure, I am going to be less than two hours from home, but that is far enough away to keep me from going home that terribly often.

The transition should not be very hard. My brother’s girlfriend goes to Northern and is more than willing to introduce me to many new people and guide me around the campus. She has already taken me there once. It seems to be a pretty cool campus. The town isn’t all that large, but it is what you could call a big small town. There is a plethora of businesses that are not usually found in a small town. There are many different kinds of bars and clubs, including a hookah bar. Bitchin’. A health food store can be found in the town, along with a pita shop right next to campus that has many healthy options.

The campus itself has neat and useful things abound. The college gym is right next to my dorm, and from what I hear it is excellent. There is an observatory, where use of the telescope is free on Wednesday and Thursday nights; cheap date! Thanks to the college’s vegan/vegetarian club, there are vegan main course options at every meal in the dorms; eating a shit load of salad at every meal would have become old quickly and not been terribly conducive to weight lifting gains. Yay for not needing a protein shake at every meal.

It should all work out fine. I have come far over the past year with my self-confidence and ability to interact with other members of the human race. Plus, I don’t hate myself or other people nearly as much as I used to. In fact, I almost like the collective human race. Almost. Well, I wish everyone luck with their college endeavors this semester. /babbling off.

Tofu Failure

So I received a new soymilker and tofu kit yesterday. I was so excited to attempt to make some tofu, but had to soak some soybeans overnight. I made some rice milk, but it turned out too watery. I found out today that the two cups of rice the directions said you could use instead of one is the way to go. I had figured so.

But today I was able to attempt the tofu, since my beans were all soaked, rinsed and ready. There were two different sets of directions. I apparently picked the wrong one. My tofu did not set well and lots of the curd was lost in the process. I checked the other directions today on the DVD I was sent. They seem to be much better, especially since I was able to watch it being made. My chocolate soy milk also turn out wrong. I must pick up some chocolate syrup, it will likely work much better than cocoa. Now I must soak more beans tomorrow morning so they will be available at night.

I lead such an exciting life.

First actual post

I decided to stop being lazy and remember my account and password for this blog. Turns out, it is the same as just about everything else I use, I had just thought it was something different. Okay, what to post about today, since I am here anyway. Oh, I just received the new CD from my favorite band, Suicide Commando; it is some happy stuff, just as the name implies. I guess in celebration and for the purpose of actually having something of minor significance posted on this hunk of data, here is a poem I wrote which was heavily inspired by Suicide Commando. It basically makes me feel happier if I get out dark and depressing feelings by writing stuff like this. Here goes:

Art Imitates Life

Life mimic
Fallacy teller
Feelings necrotic
Soul seller
Existence plastic
Happiness killer
Depression manic
Death thriller
Faith caustic
Purpose never
Presence acidic
Mind slaver
Teachings septic
Fear tutor
Institution hectic
Impoverished bleeder
Violence eclectic
Senseless slaughter
Actions somnambulistic
Ground superior