Student Cooking

Ok, so those of you who are students (Kin!), you get how rez food kind of sucks sometimes. Or washing dishes sucks. Or both. I get it, I do! But this is one of my favourite recipes to combat that. Best part? it's one skillet. Minimal mess! :D

http://www.ihearteating.com/2013/08/21/easy-one-skillet-lasagna/ 

This site it just amazing in general. Happy Cooking!

Rez Event: Passion Party (Talking about sex-related things in this guys. Don't enter if its not your taste/you're too young)

So, my residence held a passion party for everyone over 18. For those of you who are reading this right now and don't know what a passion party is, let me warn you that if you are underage, or uncomfortable with mentions of sex, or pleasurable sex, or sex toys/lube etc etc etc you see where I am going with this, better turn back now. Fair warning.
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Are we good? Everyone who wants to be here is here? Everyone who doesn't want to be here not here? Everyone who shouldn't be here not here? Fantastic. Where was I? Oh right.
MY REZ HELD A PASSION PARTY. AND IT WAS...SOMETHING, ALRIGHT.
The first sign that there was gonna be some fun stuff going down was the ice breaker game the rep had us play. Basically you have to think of a dirty word to go in front of your name- we had things like Tiny Tim, Seductive Sarah, Titty Tamara, Bondage Ben (I was Intimate Ashley- It didn't have to start with the same letter and the only dirty word coming to mind was something that would have really sucked to have as a nickname). We started safe, looking at the massage gloves and the shaving gel (cinnamon vanilla body scrub guys, my nostril felt as though they had died and gone to heaven), and the body gel, and etc. All of it smelled so good. There was some edible candles and stuff too, but they didn't taste so great (everyone got a crumb to try- I wasn't sitting there nom-ing on a candle. Promise).
But then we got to the sex toys. And dear god, friends, some of them were scary. Anyone here familiar with the infamous 'rabbit' vibrator? Yeah, they're a lot scarier in person. I'm not going into detail on that one.
But there were a couple interesting products. A bullet vibe silicone sleeve that looked like a turtle too cute to use, for example. I don't understand why people see cute animal and think 'oh lets make this into an adult toy'...generally when I see a turtle I don't get turned on. Maybe that is just me- no judgement, turtle lovers!
I'm generally someone who isn't easy to embarrass with topics such as this (if I was I wouldn't be writing this stuff down), so the passion party wasn't awkward at all. There was, however, one thing that made me go 'ehhh'.
One of the products featured was a male masturbator (which is cool- guys should get something too). We were encouraged to stick our fingers in to experience the suction and the ribbing and the good quality of the product and I JUST COULDN'T DO IT. I had this fake, slightly transparent male adult toy in my hand and I was like 'this resembles my own genitalia. I can't do this. I don't want to do this.' But my friend practically broke my finger so I decided I had better relent.
It felt...odd. But at least I can cross it off of my bucket list, I suppose...

Alarm Clock

Hey all.
Welcome to Ramblings of a University Dweller! My name is Ashley and I shall be your blog attendant. Please keep all hands and feet to yourself as we try to direct ourselves through what will hopefully be a somewhat understandable smattering of words!
Today my topic isssss *dramatic drum roll* alarm clocks!
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Yeah but seriously, does anyone else set multiple alarms to fool their sleep-selves? I have no other choice- my sleep-self has gotten so good at turning the alarm off that I can't have less then two. Optimal is five, just to be sure I'm up and at 'em for my morning class (I've slept through a couple classes, simply because I've pressed snooze, then sleep-self struck once I conked out agains and BAM there goes both of my english classes for that day.
And then there's the 'I've-pressed-snooze-too-many-times-and-now-have-ten-minutes-to-get-out-of-here' moments- lets just say its a good thing I look so damn good in baseball hats, otherwise my bangs would be standing straight up at the most attractive angle (ladies, put in the money to buy a flat iron. Or, if you have one, don't be like me and forget it at your parent's house. Repeatedly.).
This morning I had a paper to hand in first class, so seven alarms were sent, and no, sleep-self must have realized how important the paper was so I WASN'T SABOTAGED.
So yes. There.
Happy Monday, Ya'll. I got four hours of sleep last night (another reason for the seven alarms), so I'm gonna hit the hay.