Carissa's Corner

I made a new friend at work the other day. He told me he always wanted to talk to me, but that I always seemed so shy.  You wouldn't know this, but I study during every break I have while I'm at work. It's my own fault - I started studying the muscles way too late in the summer & grad school will not be happy with me. Anyways! The point is, I don't really talk to anyone or say anything.  I knew I was quiet at work, but his word choice of shy made me think about the difference between being quiet and being shy.  Also... I like being the quiet one because you learn more. About people's opinions, about social hierarchies, about who loves who, about everything. 

 Modifications: none are all of these recipes super basic? leave hate comments below if so https://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/baked-flounder-with-fresh-lemon-pepper

 Modifications: less olive oil, no parmesan cheese I love asparagus https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/214931/oven-roasted-asparagus/

Modifications: less maple syrup ... also haven't tried this with chia seeds yet because I've been too lazy to buy them https://downshiftology.com/recipes/overnight-oats/

 Modifications: less brown sugar & less paprika  (I used to bake chicken plain. PLAIN. literally just chicken breasts in an oven. shoutout to my sophomore year north roommates for teaching me how to use spices - this is a big improvement for me) https://www.recipetineats.com/oven-baked-chicken-breast/

I hated my sister.  It sounds harsh and cruel and something that you wouldn't think I'd admit. I mean, who wants to say something like that, when it makes me sound like a complete bitch?  The reality is that I was, undeniably and wholeheartedly, a complete bitch. I actually remember the first time I was angry with her. I'm not sure what she did or said, but I remember we were at my grandparents house. The feeling started in my chest -- it was burning and swelling. Then it spread throughout my body and caused me to tense every muscle. Distinctly, I remember hating her, but also hating that feeling. I never wanted to feel that way again. Little did I know, that initial seed would grow over time, rooting in my veins and blossoming in my mind. The mind is the worst place for hatred to thrive because it controls how you perceive and how you react to things.  When we were eight/nine, I remember her & her friend cut the hair off of all of our old Barbie dolls at our grandpar...

  Cara Italia   Gli Amanti Di Capri (The Lovers of Capri)  June 1st, 2018, 11:49pm   “Cara Italia,            Today we explored the island of Capri. I thought I was going to love the beach, but the sand wasn’t really sand – it was rocks, hot rocks. My favorite part instead was the boat tour.”  The lovers of Capri were born near the Adriatic Sea. Only God knows how they found each other near such a small island. They lean on one another for support, as couples do. They are proud of their love – you can tell by the way they’re open about their attraction and welcome others to bask in it.  The lovers of Capri share the name Stella. This is fitting because they share everything else. Operating as one soul and one entity is a part of their notoriety. Stella is a part of the Faraglioni , a trio of ginormous rock formations that lure tourists to Capri every year. They soar 100 meters above the surface of the water. It is unknown ...