Measuring flour. It’s really not as hard as those home economics teachers make it out to be. I never sift. I never level. I estimate and really, I’ve never had problems, even with the bread machine, which is a touchy appliance.
rachelzana
Sheila measured everything in her life. Her beakers full of chemicals, her vases full of the water, her pans full of dough. Always the right amount, never an ounce less or more. But she never measure what other people could do for her.
Elena
measured once, twice,
three times.
Just like a child,
stright back against the wall,
waiting for my number to be called.
he measured the dry ingrdient just so, a followed by scrapping along the top of the cup with the dull side of a butter knife.
“Perfect!” He said.
The quest for perfection was something that was part of all of David’s baking endeavors. Adding those extra moments to make it just right made his cakes that much better
Kassidy
Take measured breathes, everything should be taken and divided into more easily manageable parts. Live well, take it slowly and lose you inhibitions. Sometimes all it takes is one measured step. One foot in front of the other.
Kellyjean
People react to situations in a measured way. Or, at least, they are supposed to. We are never able to just let our hair down and just do, just be. React with our first emotion.
Meagan
You measure a plentiful amount of things. Courage can be measured by one’s deeds or actions, and cowardice by the lack thereof. The measure of a man is no different. A man without courage and respect is nothing. The same goes for anything else in life. If not measured, people lose track and sight of everything important. Although it seems ridiculous, everything should be kept track of to ensure that nothing is left out when being judged or put on the spot, say for a job interview. The interviewer wants a clear view of the potential employee.
Michealla
away to go about a situation without using all you have whether it is good, bad or indifferent. a safe way to proceed.
Billy Kehoe
I measured up the situation, and decided it was not worth it. I did not know what else to do from that point. I couldn’t go left, I couldn’t go right. I looked ahead, and made my mind up to go forward.
I measured the time it took for it all to fail, as I knew it would. It took no time at all. The time it took to break my heart was excruciatingly little.
B
He loves us. If I had a dollar for every time I heard that. If only the amount those words have been uttered could be measured in some sort of device. But of course there is no such thing. The problem is that I don’t need to measure how many, I just want to know if its true. If I get out my tool chest will you create a device to measure the authenticity of this very phrase? Okay thanks.
sturmzie
In a measured response to the attack, the government cancelled his subscription to “Dictator’s Weekly”
tonykeyesjapan
i measured my ability by looking back on previous tasks…
i measured the correct amounts of all the ingredients. “vegetable oil… hmm… olive’s are vegtables, olive oil will work.” i mixed the ingredients but after the required 35 minutes of cooking I realized that olive oil was not the vegetable oil i was looking for.
Erin
a two-liter jug of orange soda under my bed,
untouched and unheard of, forgotten.
it’s not all that meaningful,
but what’s true is best.
I just did this word, and I don’t want to do it again. Life is too short to repeat the same things over and over again. I want new, rich, exhilarating experiences. So I’m going to forget my ex, and not pine after guys like him. I already made that mistake, had that experience. Time to move on.
Audrey
Hey. so yeah, I haven’t measured my attitude in a while. I just realized how wrong I’ve been the whole darn time. It sucks now that I know. If I could just control who I am and be happy, then maybe things would clear up a little bit.
Torrak measured the length of the computer. BUT!! he forgot how to measure it!!! so he knew that he was a stupid guy. So he went to the hospital and got a surgery and he got better and better.
Da hyun Lim (Anna)
everything is measured, from the minute you’re born to everything you do until you die. And now I’ve run out of things to say, sorry.
He waits in the garage, measuring a half-glass of vodka, pouring it into a water bottle, filling the rest with water. Nobody’ll know. They love me, don’t they?
Christi S
i have to measure whenever i cook. but that’s all the measuring i want to do. but you know what? i’ve been trying to measure up to people my whole life. i also come up short. i just want one time where i am the best at something or someone thinks i’m the best for them so i can stop measuring. END THE MEASURING. for real. but if everyone is measured then i don’t have to worry about myself because everyone feels that way.
Megan
my worth is measured in how
quiet
i can be.
the soles of my soggy shoes squeak on the stairs
so
i hold my breath
to compensate for my disruption.
i took measured breaths
but measured in what? what do we breathe?
i think i breathe the breath he breathed into me
when we played a lip concert in the stairwell
or was it a lip duet?
it doesn’t matter
i breathe all the same
Julia
OK, I can do this. This entry is measured in how many words I can fit in this space in one minute. Last time I didn’t do too well. This time I’m not paying attention to the clock, I’m just writing. Time up?
The yard stick hit the table with a loud crack. I smiled. The student at the desk rolled their eyes, and I moved on. The four of us circled throughout the room having fun slapping desks with our yard sticks.
sasha
lol idk its so weird math is weird why did you bring this word up ugh i hate it stop measured why is it so weird huh ew like make it go away please thank you, peasant. its still here. what is it doing. MAKE IT GO AWAY. Thanks. hola bitcheeessss
Destiny
veronica
Veronica
Her feelings were measured. Did she love him enough to stay? More importantly, did he?
Celia James
they measured success in a broken mirror
Roya
Is it possible to measure how much you’ll get attached to someone before getting hurt by them?
Its measured by you,
how i walk,
how i speak,
how i interact,
with everyone.
Its measured by me,
how you walk,
how you speak,
how you interact,
with me.
Its measured
that you are not into me.
Whether it is possible for one to have measured the entirety of an issue, being sure to include all complexities, nooks and crannies of the issue itself, is questionable.
Sly Strider
I measured my heartache in heart beats. To say I could have loved you more, would have been unfair. I couldn’t have loved anything more and I wouldn’t have dared.
Allie Gidcomb
It was all against none…the frantic pace was set and there was no way of stopping. I thought I had checked the bags and measured out the rations but I found too late along the path that I forgot the most important thing…..
It was hard not to want to run out into the cold night air and scream at him from the top of my lungs. Sitting there, I could measure the silences, his long stares, and my awkward replies. My aim was to shut him up; I should have defended myself. But as always, the clever thoughts came after the encounter, and all I could do was avoid him during those long nights.
i measure in math sometimes. lol measured is a funny word if youve thought about it… omg i like measuring random stuff.
XxLinzzxX
Life is measured in years, but a life measured in moments seems more plausible. A life should be remembered by the happy, sad, and encouraging moments you had not by the age you reached. Years don’t define how many things you did or how many people you affected, but the memories of those time and moments will define your life.
This thing is measuring 60 seconds off of my life. I can usually get a pretty bunch of stuff in here, in these 60 seconds. The other times, those that no one measures – not closely – I waste them so.. FAST! I think I just found the way to not-waste-time-anymore.
MEASURE EVERYTHING.
MEASURE ALL THE TIME.
MEASURE MEASURE MEASURE
..oops I think I just went 2 minutes! WHO WILL PUNISH ME? HUH?
(When we waste time, the only one punished are ourselves. The ones that do the punishing? Are ourselves! Ooh, we like that. The time wasting wells of the internet are our little masochistic-pleasure-centers. Facebook? A fetish box.)
meep?
As I whipped the cream, I took the measuring cup and poured the flour. I was skeptical when I noticed that the flour was black, and every color in the room had changed. I then realized I was in the negative of a photograph.
Measuring flour. It’s really not as hard as those home economics teachers make it out to be. I never sift. I never level. I estimate and really, I’ve never had problems, even with the bread machine, which is a touchy appliance.
Sheila measured everything in her life. Her beakers full of chemicals, her vases full of the water, her pans full of dough. Always the right amount, never an ounce less or more. But she never measure what other people could do for her.
measured once, twice,
three times.
Just like a child,
stright back against the wall,
waiting for my number to be called.
he measured the dry ingrdient just so, a followed by scrapping along the top of the cup with the dull side of a butter knife.
“Perfect!” He said.
The quest for perfection was something that was part of all of David’s baking endeavors. Adding those extra moments to make it just right made his cakes that much better
Take measured breathes, everything should be taken and divided into more easily manageable parts. Live well, take it slowly and lose you inhibitions. Sometimes all it takes is one measured step. One foot in front of the other.
People react to situations in a measured way. Or, at least, they are supposed to. We are never able to just let our hair down and just do, just be. React with our first emotion.
You measure a plentiful amount of things. Courage can be measured by one’s deeds or actions, and cowardice by the lack thereof. The measure of a man is no different. A man without courage and respect is nothing. The same goes for anything else in life. If not measured, people lose track and sight of everything important. Although it seems ridiculous, everything should be kept track of to ensure that nothing is left out when being judged or put on the spot, say for a job interview. The interviewer wants a clear view of the potential employee.
away to go about a situation without using all you have whether it is good, bad or indifferent. a safe way to proceed.
I measured up the situation, and decided it was not worth it. I did not know what else to do from that point. I couldn’t go left, I couldn’t go right. I looked ahead, and made my mind up to go forward.
I measured the time it took for it all to fail, as I knew it would. It took no time at all. The time it took to break my heart was excruciatingly little.
He loves us. If I had a dollar for every time I heard that. If only the amount those words have been uttered could be measured in some sort of device. But of course there is no such thing. The problem is that I don’t need to measure how many, I just want to know if its true. If I get out my tool chest will you create a device to measure the authenticity of this very phrase? Okay thanks.
In a measured response to the attack, the government cancelled his subscription to “Dictator’s Weekly”
i measured my ability by looking back on previous tasks…
i measured the correct amounts of all the ingredients. “vegetable oil… hmm… olive’s are vegtables, olive oil will work.” i mixed the ingredients but after the required 35 minutes of cooking I realized that olive oil was not the vegetable oil i was looking for.
a two-liter jug of orange soda under my bed,
untouched and unheard of, forgotten.
it’s not all that meaningful,
but what’s true is best.
I just did this word, and I don’t want to do it again. Life is too short to repeat the same things over and over again. I want new, rich, exhilarating experiences. So I’m going to forget my ex, and not pine after guys like him. I already made that mistake, had that experience. Time to move on.
Hey. so yeah, I haven’t measured my attitude in a while. I just realized how wrong I’ve been the whole darn time. It sucks now that I know. If I could just control who I am and be happy, then maybe things would clear up a little bit.
Torrak measured the length of the computer. BUT!! he forgot how to measure it!!! so he knew that he was a stupid guy. So he went to the hospital and got a surgery and he got better and better.
everything is measured, from the minute you’re born to everything you do until you die. And now I’ve run out of things to say, sorry.
He waits in the garage, measuring a half-glass of vodka, pouring it into a water bottle, filling the rest with water. Nobody’ll know. They love me, don’t they?
i have to measure whenever i cook. but that’s all the measuring i want to do. but you know what? i’ve been trying to measure up to people my whole life. i also come up short. i just want one time where i am the best at something or someone thinks i’m the best for them so i can stop measuring. END THE MEASURING. for real. but if everyone is measured then i don’t have to worry about myself because everyone feels that way.
my worth is measured in how
quiet
i can be.
the soles of my soggy shoes squeak on the stairs
so
i hold my breath
to compensate for my disruption.
i took measured breaths
but measured in what? what do we breathe?
i think i breathe the breath he breathed into me
when we played a lip concert in the stairwell
or was it a lip duet?
it doesn’t matter
i breathe all the same
OK, I can do this. This entry is measured in how many words I can fit in this space in one minute. Last time I didn’t do too well. This time I’m not paying attention to the clock, I’m just writing. Time up?
The yard stick hit the table with a loud crack. I smiled. The student at the desk rolled their eyes, and I moved on. The four of us circled throughout the room having fun slapping desks with our yard sticks.
lol idk its so weird math is weird why did you bring this word up ugh i hate it stop measured why is it so weird huh ew like make it go away please thank you, peasant. its still here. what is it doing. MAKE IT GO AWAY. Thanks. hola bitcheeessss
veronica
Her feelings were measured. Did she love him enough to stay? More importantly, did he?
they measured success in a broken mirror
Is it possible to measure how much you’ll get attached to someone before getting hurt by them?
Its measured by you,
how i walk,
how i speak,
how i interact,
with everyone.
Its measured by me,
how you walk,
how you speak,
how you interact,
with me.
Its measured
that you are not into me.
Whether it is possible for one to have measured the entirety of an issue, being sure to include all complexities, nooks and crannies of the issue itself, is questionable.
I measured my heartache in heart beats. To say I could have loved you more, would have been unfair. I couldn’t have loved anything more and I wouldn’t have dared.
It was all against none…the frantic pace was set and there was no way of stopping. I thought I had checked the bags and measured out the rations but I found too late along the path that I forgot the most important thing…..
It was hard not to want to run out into the cold night air and scream at him from the top of my lungs. Sitting there, I could measure the silences, his long stares, and my awkward replies. My aim was to shut him up; I should have defended myself. But as always, the clever thoughts came after the encounter, and all I could do was avoid him during those long nights.
i measure in math sometimes. lol measured is a funny word if youve thought about it… omg i like measuring random stuff.
Life is measured in years, but a life measured in moments seems more plausible. A life should be remembered by the happy, sad, and encouraging moments you had not by the age you reached. Years don’t define how many things you did or how many people you affected, but the memories of those time and moments will define your life.
When i was younger i measured love in tanks. “my love tank is full”, i would say to my father.
This thing is measuring 60 seconds off of my life. I can usually get a pretty bunch of stuff in here, in these 60 seconds. The other times, those that no one measures – not closely – I waste them so.. FAST! I think I just found the way to not-waste-time-anymore.
MEASURE EVERYTHING.
MEASURE ALL THE TIME.
MEASURE MEASURE MEASURE
..oops I think I just went 2 minutes! WHO WILL PUNISH ME? HUH?
(When we waste time, the only one punished are ourselves. The ones that do the punishing? Are ourselves! Ooh, we like that. The time wasting wells of the internet are our little masochistic-pleasure-centers. Facebook? A fetish box.)
As I whipped the cream, I took the measuring cup and poured the flour. I was skeptical when I noticed that the flour was black, and every color in the room had changed. I then realized I was in the negative of a photograph.