Rice Krispie Squares

The other day my sister and I made rice krispie squares.

We’d missed having them after years of having metal straightening our teeth.

I mainly sat around and did nothing because my sister likes to take over in the kitchen. Cooking is her thing, writing is mine.

Anyways they turned out great and we made hot chocolate to have with them after dinner.

I still think our mom makes the best ones though. She needs to get back into surprising us with treats because I’m out of homemade treats at school and I would really like some more. I guess I should make some more goodies to take back to school with me…or at least buy some snacks. Trust me when I say this, you cannot survive on the food provided by your college or university alone. You will hate it after about a week, especially if you’re a picky eater.


How did you survive having a meal plan? Please share your tips below! I’m sure many people will appreciate the advice.

If I had my own cheer squad that cheered everything I did…

Cheerleaders: If you studied last minute put your hands in the air.

What’s that Ryder only hand in the air?

What’s wrong with you?

Me: Uh…

Cheerleaders: What’s wrong with you?

Me: Uh…

Cheerleaders: What’s wrong with you?

Me: Uh…

Cheerleaders: What’s wrong with you?

Me: Shut your mouth! I-it wasn’t that last minute. I just wanted to brush up on some vocabulary! I did the review sheet and read over all of my notes days ago. This is extra! I studied more than I probably needed to, so HA!

Cheerleaders: Sure….


I should make a little comic strip to this….I haven’t made a comic strip in a long time.

To the Girl from the Elevator

You obviously don’t know this but I was feeling pretty down this morning.

I thought I was late to class and ran there only to find out that I was an hour early. I hadn’t finished the last two chapters in my reading for the week even though I’d stayed up late to try to finish them, even though I felt like throwing up. I ran out of laundry money but it was too cold to walk all the way to the other side of the school to get some in what I was wearing…since I had nothing else to wear. I lost something I needed and searched my entire desk for it but still couldn’t find it after making a mess of my room, which nearly made me late for my actual class. By the end of my last class, I was feeling horrible. I got back my first assignment and well, I didn’t do so great. I decided to buy myself a cupcake so that I could have myself a little pity party up in my room. I got to the place between the elevator and the stairs and started to think which would be better.

That’s when you showed up. “The struggle of deciding whether you should take the stairs or the elevator.” you said, and you laughed. “I do that all of the time.”

I forced a smile and said, “Yah.”

You asked me what floor I was on and after I replied you said, “That cupcake looks delicious.”

I told you where I’d gotten it from, in case you wanted one herself.

You said, “How’s your day been so far?”

“Pretty good.” I lied.

You complained about midterms coming up and said that you couldn’t wait until the weekend so that you could have some time to relax.

I nodded in agreement. I too was ready for a break.

Before you left the elevator you looked at me and said, “Well I hope you have a wonderful Thanks Giving!”

To tell you the truth, I was surprised. “Thank you….” I stood there a moment, then shouted to you before the doors shut, “You too!” After that as I went up to my floor, I found that I wasn’t feeling so down anymore. I was genuinely happy. I wondered if you were some “Cheer up Angel,” because the way I had suddenly gone from down to up was miraculous. I wish I’d asked what your name was so that I could say hello to you next time I see you…and because I’m shy about things like this I wanted to thank you. Even though it was a simple elevator conversation, it actually meant a lot to me.

So thanks,

– Orion Ryder

Friday, October 3, 2014

I made this...how artistic of me.

October has begun, and I’ve worked on my novel maybe once since arriving here. I’m still wondering if it’s the new atmosphere that is causing me to feel as though I’m not in the mood to work.

I’m in love with this novel…it’s like my spouse and my child all in one. I know that’s a strange way to put it, as I’m not yet in a relationship nor do I have my own children at this time, so I don’t exactly know what those kind of relationships are like…. Nevertheless I feel as though this novel encourages and supports me, and also that it is something I must nurture and build up. It makes me wonder if writers make good parents?

Well at least I’ve been blogging and doing homework. I mean, schoolwork is and should be my first priority. I’ve thankfully been doing a lot of doodling and sketching during class…yah I know I should be paying attention, but lectures are long and not all of my professors stay on topic themselves. When their minds begin to wander so does mine, right to the page in front of me. It isn’t like I’m not listening or anything! I am…most of the time.

I also think I’ve put on weight. I haven’t gone to the gym since I’ve arrived…not that I’m much of a gym person. I’m active, but I have a fast metabolism so I don’t have to work out as much as say my parents. I’ve definitely begun to notice a change in my health though and I don’t like it. I haven’t been feeling well recently and I believe it’s because of what I’m eating. I would never eat this much at home and because I’m not exercising it’s making me feel worse. Plus I’ve been a little stressed out as I’ve had many tests and assignments recently, and even though they’re light weight compared to what my friends doing the sciences have, it is still a bit stressful.

This week especially was pretty frustrating. I ran out of print credits before I needed to hand in two assignments, I’m out of laundry money because the dryer robbed me of a $1.70 and I’m exhausted because I stayed up late because I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t sleep. I’ve had a headache since I got here. I can’t believe I’ve been here a month….I feel adjusted. I don’t have a hard time adapting to new situations, however I’m exhausted. I can’t recall ever feeling this tired this often. I feel like an old person….and I’m eighteen.

Well, I’ve complained enough for one day. I’m debating on whether or not it’s a good idea to head home and see the family this weekend. I mean, I’m going home for Thanks Giving in a week (Canadian), so I’ll see them then…. I honestly don’t know.

My Dad says I need to stop saying, “I don’t know,” because apparently I’ve been saying it in every conversation I’ve had with him for the past two weeks. Yah…sorry about that Dad.

I guess I’ll end it here for today. I feel like I’ve just rambled on and on and on and on. So I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend, and that you all stay healthy and strong and don’t get stressed out over anything. Hopefully the weather stays nice!

Oh and for anyone who has midterms right now, keep up the good work and stay golden.

Those Times When You Feel Like an Idiot

Sometimes I feel like an idiot because I get myself into situations that were totally preventable. I make things much harder on myself and in the end ask myself why I’m so stressed out, and why this is happening to me. I try to come up with excuses even though I know that it’s pointless. I ask myself, “What’s wrong with me?” and sit around contemplating my life. Then I try to figure out what I should do, and it usually involves me panicking while I try fix the mess I’ve made. Sadly I end up lying awake at night with hundreds of questions running through my brain….

At times like this, I really don’t like myself.

Just felt like sharing that today…it’s been a rough week.