Oodles of snow. Giant, lazy flakes of snow that are, as I type, drifting past my window, blown hither and thither by the wind. So much snow that when I look outside, it looks like the world has been rendered in grayscale rather than in color.
(Also, there's a bird. Apparently it decided to procrastinate on going south for the winter, and is suffering accordingly. Poor thing.)
Given that it's not even Halloween yet, this seems a little absurd. It feels like the denizens of Christmastown (and Chanukahburg, Kwanzaville, Yuletown, Nondenominationalwinterville, etc.) saw The Nightmare Before Christmas and decided to take their revenge. "You thought you could scary up Christmas?" Santa cackles, rubbing his gloved hands together. "I'll show you! We'll winter up Halloween like nobody's business!"
What? Look, I'm from DC, okay. Until a few years ago, our winter snow average was about two inches per winter, except for a few freak anomalies. I'm allowed to be excited every time it snows.
Other than the glorious, if completely bizarre, flakes of winter white floating down from the sky, my week's been pretty unexceptional. Fall break was fantastic, of course — sleep! doing homework! experimental french toast! — and my one day of class this week wasn't terrible, either.
Yes, one day. My Wednesday class was cancelled, and I don't have classes on Fridays. (Or Mondays, for that matter.) Try not to be too envious.
[Under the cut: What little there is to say about my week, random stuff, and HALLOWEEN.]
Here, have a photo of the butternut squash and shallot galette I made:
There was really no reason for that, I just occasionally like spamming you guys with pictures of food. Just wait until I bake my friend Kristen's birthday cake this week; then you'll really be in for it.
I mean, if someone actually comments and says, "YOU SPEND WAY TOO MUCH TIME TALKING ABOUT FOOD, PLEASE STOP," then I'll probably adjust my habits. Until then, though, I'm just going to keep on going.
(Actually, what's really disappointing is that there's going to be a meeting on Tuesday for people who are into food writing, and at the exact same time I have a class. This may the biggest tragedy in my life at the moment. I love food writing! Food and writing are my two favorite things in life! WHY, SCHEDULING, WHYYYYYYY.)
So. What else? Well, I have an essay due Monday that I should finish, and another due Tuesday that I finished on Wednesday. (About Heathers. I get to write papers about eighties movies. Everything is awesome and nothing hurts—well, except that food writing thing.) I was supposed to have another paper due Friday, but both my professors for the class forgot about it, so I think they're going to reschedule or something. I really can't complain about that.
Oh, and then there was also the time on Wednesday when I was at work and one of my friends, whom I haven't seen in at least five months, passed by and decided to burst in and demand, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???" Apparently she's convinced that I spend all my time in my apartment, since she's seen all of my friends around campus but hasn't seen me at all. I of course defended myself mightily, but the sad thing is, she's probably right. I mean, I try to get out and see people, but my life might as well be titled: "The Accidental Hermit."
I was especially bad during break, although I went to a potluck dinner with my friends last night, and my flatmate and I did spend a significant amount of time over break watching our friend David play the Batman videogame Arkham City. That counts as social, right?
Other important things in life: HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN THIS IS HALLOWEEKEND BECAUSE HALLOWEEN IS ON MONDAY, WOOHOO.
(There's an awful lot of capslock in this post. I suspect it's also rather disjointed. Hmmm. This probably means that I need to actually go eat something soon.)
This might be the first year that I actually dress up. Freshman year I wasn't feeling well, and sophomore year I was just lazy — although my friend Kristen and I did play around with facepaint two nights in a row, which was fun.
She painted this on my face on the second night. Isn't it awesome?
The thing is, though, that sometimes it just feels pointless to dress up when you're not going anywhere, and since I don't really make a habit of going out on Halloween — I like dancing, but most of the Halloween parties just aren't terribly interesting to me — I just... haven't costumed myself up.
This year, though, that may change, since I realized that if I just expended a teeny bit of effort to make props, I could probably come up with some halfway decent costumes.
Option one: the TARDIS.
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| My costume sadly would not come with a Matt Smith. |
I'm probably not going to be the TARDIS, though, just because I looked up other people's homemade TARDIS costumes online and I feel hopelessly outclassed. Some of those outfits are amazing. Maybe next year, though! If, you know, I actually plan ahead.
Option two: Chewbacca.
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...Nor would this one come with a Harrison Ford.  |
(Did you know that they have Sexy Chewbacca costumes for girls? No matter how you feel about sexy Halloween costumes — my main thought tends to be, "HOLY CRAP IT IS TOO COLD TO BE WALKING AROUND WITHOUT PANTS ON, NO MATTER YOUR GENDER" — that's just a little ridiculous. Sexy Chewbacca. What next, sexy Jabba the Hutt?)
Also, given the snowy conditions, I'm sincerely contemplating wearing a green shirt, a green skirt, and brown leggings, and covering myself with paper cut-outs that look like Christmas ornaments. It seems... appropriate.
Wow; apparently I'm already at 964 words, and I'm pretty sure I've said absolutely nothing substantial in this entire post. Then again, do I ever? Alright. Until next time, darling readers. Enjoy our other new bloggers!
(Final word count: 997.)
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