When I grew up, being a nerd was a bad thing. In junior high, getting called a nerd/dork/geek was DEVASTATING to the ego. And you would NEVER EVER call yourself one. That was, without a doubt, social suicide.
You were better off under the radar. Listen to N*Sync at home behind closed doors- don’t even let your parents hear it. Do NOT laugh at any jokes. Ever. Roll your eyes instead. Hide the books you were reading for leisure between your mattresses when friends came over. And your journal, too. Throw the stuffed animals in the closet. Unless, of course, your boyfriend (who holds your hand on the regular) gave it to you. Then it should be displayed prominently. You’re even allowed to sleep with it if that’s the case…
So many rules. They’re exhausting.
Somewhere along the lines I gave up.
I’m such a freakin’ nerd, guys.
Late 90’s pop music is still heavily scattered throughout my playlist. If I had a poster of Justin Timberlake, I can promise you it’d be up above my bed. I have a library card. Two actually. Cheesy puns are my favorite. My roommate and I have a house stuffed animal (shout out to Adler!). And this baby blog of mine is about as close to a journal as it gets.
So when Jessica suggested a bake swap, I was ON IT. Baking? Blogging? Pen pals? Hell yeah.
We decided end of July would be fine (mine is still in the works- oops), and this arrived on my doorstep yesterday afternoon:I opened the box while my roomie and her friend were home. This happened in about 5 minutes flat.
Jessica did an AMAZING job! The bars were crunchy and chewy. Sweet and salty. And chocolatey. All at the same time. Heavenly.
Thank you, dear! I’m so glad we nerded it out enough to do this!
One bad thing about our little bake swap is timing. Being as how dry ice makes everything a little too expensive to be shipping, we had to cross our fingers that not everything would be a devastating melted mess by the time it got to the other person.
She did a good job, but this is where I realized my mistake in round 1 and will be fixing in round 2 of baking something to send her.
Which would explain why I had 3.
At least the one I had before dinner fueled a decent 2.7 miles. Or so that’s what we’re going to claim it did. It was pretty muggy. But I’ll take a humid 90 degrees over a humid 100 degrees any day. No complaints.
The other 2? They fueled my weak attempts at weights and abs in front of the tv as I watched MTV’s Challenge: Rivals. My new roommate got me hooked to it. And she wasn’t even there to watch it. I turned it on. Completely on my own and aware of my actions.
Aaaaahhhh reality tv. You got me again. I feel like such a nerd.