Today is the calm before the storm.
Not even today, actually — the next few hours. Then my family gets here, and then boom, it's time for taiko practice, and then my friends will be queueing up for the screening of Much Ado while I run off to shower and head to dinner with my family, and then tomorrow it's all departmental receptions and Phi Beta Kappa madness and some giant shindig with not only my family but the families of my housemates and then there's some sort of all-campus celebration thing going on? And packing, obviously, and then on Sunday it's graduation, and then — well. Then, it's time for the calm after the storm.
For now, though, it's just me and you, ducklings. And my housemates, as they move in and out of the common space.
[Under the cut: Musings.]
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Showing posts with label all of the food. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
BE EXCITED, DARNIT [2013/05/09]
Hey, kiddos. So classes are done! That's, um. Exciting! Plenty of time for me to sit around and bake bread and watch hockey and — what was that? Redo my resume and find a job? Hmmm, wait, you're breaking up on me, I can't hear you, how odd —
Okay, okay, so I'm actually just typing and can't pull the "headed into a tunnel, gotta go!" trick. Unfortunately. Still, even though I keep stumbling into discussions about the future, there has to be something else we can talk about! Like the fact that Spring Fling is tomorrow! Or today, actually, since as I type this it is now officially Thursday. Kendrick Lamar is performing! It’ll be in the hockey rink instead of on Foss Hill for reasons of rain and misery! I find this very depressing but will probably try and go nonetheless as long as it doesn’t fill to capacity!
Or we could talk about how it was pouring rain today for precisely the four minutes it took me to get from the library to my house, but not immediately before or after! Or we could talk about how I went to the Star&Crescent this week for the first and the last time ever! Or we could talk about all the performances I went to this weekend! Or we could talk about how I just spent like forty-five minutes trying to remember a random CD-ROM game from the 90s that I used to play! Or we could talk about how I keep injuring myself in really inconvenient ways! Or we could debate about whether any injuries are really ever convenient! (For the record, the answer is yes!) Or we could talk about whether it would be possible to build a tiny castle out of pecan brownies!
…You know, as one does.
[Under the cut: Except I actually already had that particular conversation. Yes, for real. Also, pictures of food!]
Okay, okay, so I'm actually just typing and can't pull the "headed into a tunnel, gotta go!" trick. Unfortunately. Still, even though I keep stumbling into discussions about the future, there has to be something else we can talk about! Like the fact that Spring Fling is tomorrow! Or today, actually, since as I type this it is now officially Thursday. Kendrick Lamar is performing! It’ll be in the hockey rink instead of on Foss Hill for reasons of rain and misery! I find this very depressing but will probably try and go nonetheless as long as it doesn’t fill to capacity!
Or we could talk about how it was pouring rain today for precisely the four minutes it took me to get from the library to my house, but not immediately before or after! Or we could talk about how I went to the Star&Crescent this week for the first and the last time ever! Or we could talk about all the performances I went to this weekend! Or we could talk about how I just spent like forty-five minutes trying to remember a random CD-ROM game from the 90s that I used to play! Or we could talk about how I keep injuring myself in really inconvenient ways! Or we could debate about whether any injuries are really ever convenient! (For the record, the answer is yes!) Or we could talk about whether it would be possible to build a tiny castle out of pecan brownies!
…You know, as one does.
[Under the cut: Except I actually already had that particular conversation. Yes, for real. Also, pictures of food!]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [2013/04/15]
So first things first, ducklings: WesFest is this week! So if any of you are on campus and want to come hang out, you should absolutely hit me up. I swear I am actually way more normal than this blog probably makes me seem. And this isn't the sort of thing where I'm offering just for the sake of offering — trust me, that's not actually a thing I do. So if you're up for it, hit me up, either in the comments of this blog or on twitter (alasallama).
Oh, yeah, I have a twitter now! I haven't written a ton on it, but that might change now that my thesis is done and I no longer have to feel guilty about being on the internet.
...Oh, yeah. My thesis is done, too. That's... a thing.
Honestly, I have no idea how to feel about that. I know that some of my posts have been a bit doom and gloom about it, and I'm not going to lie, I still don't think I'll be ready to look at it again any time soon? I mean, it was a struggle forcing myself to reread it while I was editing it, which, you know, presented its own special challenges to the editing process. But at the same time, I was also right in that last post: it's amazing to think that I did that. I wrote something that's 150 pages, including the cover page and bibliography. I wrote something that requires not only a table of contents but an acknowledgements section.
(For the record? Writing the acknowledgements section might have been the most fun part of the entire process.)
Oh, yeah, I have a twitter now! I haven't written a ton on it, but that might change now that my thesis is done and I no longer have to feel guilty about being on the internet.
...Oh, yeah. My thesis is done, too. That's... a thing.
Honestly, I have no idea how to feel about that. I know that some of my posts have been a bit doom and gloom about it, and I'm not going to lie, I still don't think I'll be ready to look at it again any time soon? I mean, it was a struggle forcing myself to reread it while I was editing it, which, you know, presented its own special challenges to the editing process. But at the same time, I was also right in that last post: it's amazing to think that I did that. I wrote something that's 150 pages, including the cover page and bibliography. I wrote something that requires not only a table of contents but an acknowledgements section.
(For the record? Writing the acknowledgements section might have been the most fun part of the entire process.)
Monday, January 20, 2014
A Little Ray of Sunshine [2013/03/10]
[Note: Written on Saturday, during my "I am going to be productive by turning the internet off!" day; posted today.]
It has been a beautiful weekend, ducklings.
Well, okay, it’s been an unexpectedly snowy and then unexpectedly melty weekend, which has so far involved an awful lot of trudging through slush and getting my boots and socks absolutely soaked (and we all know that of life’s little inconveniences, wet socks are some of the worst), but! Why let that bring us down? The snow was beautiful, and now it is apparently fifty degrees outside, which is also beautiful because it means that hypothetically at some point we will actually get to that spring we were promised when Persephone agreed to leave the underworld for half the year. I have made delicious food, and subsequently dined on delicious food, and gotten my stitches out, and, okay, not been quite as thesis-ly productive as I wanted, but I have had some very positive meetings with my thesis advisor and my thesis mentor, so I’m feeling oddly at peace with the world right now.
It’s Spring Break, ducklings. Celebrate.
[Under the cut: The three states of thesis being and a LOT of food talk.]
It has been a beautiful weekend, ducklings.
Well, okay, it’s been an unexpectedly snowy and then unexpectedly melty weekend, which has so far involved an awful lot of trudging through slush and getting my boots and socks absolutely soaked (and we all know that of life’s little inconveniences, wet socks are some of the worst), but! Why let that bring us down? The snow was beautiful, and now it is apparently fifty degrees outside, which is also beautiful because it means that hypothetically at some point we will actually get to that spring we were promised when Persephone agreed to leave the underworld for half the year. I have made delicious food, and subsequently dined on delicious food, and gotten my stitches out, and, okay, not been quite as thesis-ly productive as I wanted, but I have had some very positive meetings with my thesis advisor and my thesis mentor, so I’m feeling oddly at peace with the world right now.
It’s Spring Break, ducklings. Celebrate.
[Under the cut: The three states of thesis being and a LOT of food talk.]
Rock You Like A Hurricane [2012/11/03]
[For the record, the title of the post? Yeah, I woke up to that song on Monday morning. Good times.]
I swear, at some point (maybe during finals week or right before my thesis is due, when I'm going crazy but don't feel like making another post entirely in capslock) I'm just going to write a post that's a response to all the spam comments we get on this blog, because some of them are hilarious. I was just clearing out the "pending" section, which ratio-wise is usually about 400 spam comments for every 1 non-spam comment, and I came across this gem:
But enough of that, ducklings; I'll save it for a time when I legitimately have no brain power left for anything other than frantically trying to finish work. I figure I'll know that time has come when conversations with my housemates end in anguished screaming, most likely on my part. Till that time, though, I'm still definitely okay enough to tell my loyal readers about my week.
[Under the cut: An anti-climactic unexpected holiday, the return of My Life: Badly Drawn in Photoshop, and a dragon cake. Because I am AWESOME.]
I swear, at some point (maybe during finals week or right before my thesis is due, when I'm going crazy but don't feel like making another post entirely in capslock) I'm just going to write a post that's a response to all the spam comments we get on this blog, because some of them are hilarious. I was just clearing out the "pending" section, which ratio-wise is usually about 400 spam comments for every 1 non-spam comment, and I came across this gem:
"thanks to the author representing captivating his clock calculate proceeding this one."No, Okna pcw drutex. Thank you.
But enough of that, ducklings; I'll save it for a time when I legitimately have no brain power left for anything other than frantically trying to finish work. I figure I'll know that time has come when conversations with my housemates end in anguished screaming, most likely on my part. Till that time, though, I'm still definitely okay enough to tell my loyal readers about my week.
[Under the cut: An anti-climactic unexpected holiday, the return of My Life: Badly Drawn in Photoshop, and a dragon cake. Because I am AWESOME.]
titles are for the weak [2012/10/26]
Happy Halloweekend, ducklings! Well, Halloweekend #1, at least. Given that Halloween is on a Wednesday this year, people seem to be taking the unique opportunity to celebrate on both weekends, at least insofar as I am aware. Or maybe they're just planning stuff for this weekend on the chance that Hurricane Sandy is going to knock out our power on Halloween (again) and that we will once again have the chance to prove over the course of several days that, like celery, Wes students thrive in the dark.
(Yes. Celery.)
Hopefully not, though. The woodframes took almost a week longer to get power than Hi-Rise did last year.
Anyway, ducklings, on to the important stuff! ...Wait, no, sorry, I had this weird momentary delusion that I write about important stuff, instead of food, homework, and how I shaved off part of my eyebrow. What a hilarious idea.
[Under the cut: food, homework, and how I shaved off part of my eyebrow. Yes, really. Also a picture of a puppy, just because.]
(Yes. Celery.)
Hopefully not, though. The woodframes took almost a week longer to get power than Hi-Rise did last year.
Anyway, ducklings, on to the important stuff! ...Wait, no, sorry, I had this weird momentary delusion that I write about important stuff, instead of food, homework, and how I shaved off part of my eyebrow. What a hilarious idea.
[Under the cut: food, homework, and how I shaved off part of my eyebrow. Yes, really. Also a picture of a puppy, just because.]
Dance Like You're In The Kitchen Doing The Dishes [2012/10/19]
Happy Homecoming/Parent's Weekend, ducklings! Or, if you don't celebrate those esoteric holidays, Happy day-that-Brave-is-playing-on-the-film-series! (Alas, I will probably not be able to see it tonight, due to the parental units arriving for the aforementioned Parent's Weekend.) Or, if your life is devoid of joy and you don't like Brave, Happy Friday!
...Look, I'm having a good day today. I am, in fact, enjoying the heck out of this grey, drizzly, reasonably chilly October day. So sue me.
[Under the cut: Food, the end of Fall Break, and more of my incessant good mood.]
...Look, I'm having a good day today. I am, in fact, enjoying the heck out of this grey, drizzly, reasonably chilly October day. So sue me.
[Under the cut: Food, the end of Fall Break, and more of my incessant good mood.]
Kermit Flail [2012/05/07]
Hello, ducklings. Want to hear something exciting? I realized today that I have a thesis proposal due on Wednesday which I haven't even started writing, because the email that we received about it a few months ago said "Friday, May 9," and I looked at the Friday part more than the 9 part, which in hindsight appears to have been the slightly more important aspect.
Well, worst comes to worst, the Anthropology department doesn't accept my thesis proposal, and then I don't have to spend the next year going through my own personal hell of attempting to be productive. So, uh. Silver lining? I guess?
(...I'd still kind of like them to accept it, though. Just because.)
Plus, I have to revise my final nonfiction paper for Friday, and then study for an exam and write two moderately intelligent-sounding essays for the week after that. It's not the worst workload I've ever had, but it's going to be a bit of a bumpy road between now and the end of classes, ducklings.
(I've decided that I'm going to call all my readers "ducklings" from now on. It has a nice ring to it.)
Anyway, enough about my future stress. Time to move on to the reason why I have all that stress, aka, the recap of the week where I was not nearly productive enough! I mean, I was sort of productive. I just clearly should have been twice as productive as I already was. And should have, you know, rechecked that email about theses proposals.
[Under the cut: pictures of food, Foodstock, my apparent narcolepsy, and THE AVENGERS.]
Well, worst comes to worst, the Anthropology department doesn't accept my thesis proposal, and then I don't have to spend the next year going through my own personal hell of attempting to be productive. So, uh. Silver lining? I guess?
(...I'd still kind of like them to accept it, though. Just because.)
Plus, I have to revise my final nonfiction paper for Friday, and then study for an exam and write two moderately intelligent-sounding essays for the week after that. It's not the worst workload I've ever had, but it's going to be a bit of a bumpy road between now and the end of classes, ducklings.
(I've decided that I'm going to call all my readers "ducklings" from now on. It has a nice ring to it.)
Anyway, enough about my future stress. Time to move on to the reason why I have all that stress, aka, the recap of the week where I was not nearly productive enough! I mean, I was sort of productive. I just clearly should have been twice as productive as I already was. And should have, you know, rechecked that email about theses proposals.
[Under the cut: pictures of food, Foodstock, my apparent narcolepsy, and THE AVENGERS.]
Sunday, January 19, 2014
...I've Run Out Of Clever Titles Regarding Lateness [2012/04/23]
I had such good intentions. I really did... and then somehow I ended up completely forgetting to write my post yesterday because I was too busy procrastinating on my homework by making romaine, banana, and peach smoothies (delicious), baking banana-avocado-coconut bread (also delicious, despite how weird it sounds), and mixing up a batch of chocolate-peanut-butter-toffee-sea-salt cookies (three for three on the deliciousness front, here). That's the problem with writing a final paper about baking cake: you want to spend all your time in the kitchen instead of actually, you know, writing.
Did I not mention that I'm writing a final paper about baking cake? It's for my creative nonfiction class, and I'm pretty excited about it. I mean, if there's one thing I love to do, it's talk about food.
The problem is that I've felt so unmotivated lately — not about the paper, but in general. All I want to do is lie in bed watching hockey highlights (both the playoffs and the fact that I have no reputable site on which to watch the playoffs are killing me) or Avatar: The Last Airbender (I swear that this show is better written than a ton of supposedly higher-brow fare made for adults). Instead I have to fight to keep my mind on my work, or whatever else I happen to be doing at the moment.
Like right now, for instance. What's going on? What am I typing? Does my brain even have control of what my fingers are doing right now?
...Well, neurologically speaking, yes, it does. But in a metaphorical sense, my mind has retired. It's probably golfing right now.
Metaphors aside, though, it's probably time for a recap, right?
[Under the cut: A recap! Involving pre-reg, The Cabin in the Woods, and The Laramie Project.]
Did I not mention that I'm writing a final paper about baking cake? It's for my creative nonfiction class, and I'm pretty excited about it. I mean, if there's one thing I love to do, it's talk about food.
The problem is that I've felt so unmotivated lately — not about the paper, but in general. All I want to do is lie in bed watching hockey highlights (both the playoffs and the fact that I have no reputable site on which to watch the playoffs are killing me) or Avatar: The Last Airbender (I swear that this show is better written than a ton of supposedly higher-brow fare made for adults). Instead I have to fight to keep my mind on my work, or whatever else I happen to be doing at the moment.
Like right now, for instance. What's going on? What am I typing? Does my brain even have control of what my fingers are doing right now?
...Well, neurologically speaking, yes, it does. But in a metaphorical sense, my mind has retired. It's probably golfing right now.
Metaphors aside, though, it's probably time for a recap, right?
[Under the cut: A recap! Involving pre-reg, The Cabin in the Woods, and The Laramie Project.]
The Emperor's New Title [2012/04/02]
[Because I'm pretending the post has a title, but it doesn't actually? Like the fable with — oh, whatever.]
So... Spring break is still over. My life is full of tragedy and woe.
I've had a pretty crazy week, though — or maybe it just feels crazy because usually my weeks are pretty slow. Who knows. I'm not built for such a hectic lifestyle.
The deal is that I really, really should have finished my creative writing paper over Spring Break, except then I didn't, so I had to write it all this past week and for some reason it was giving me a huge amount of trouble, and then I had other homework and then suddenly there were all these things that I needed to do and all these places that I was trying to be and —
...Basically, when I say I'm not built for a hectic lifestyle, I mean I'm not built for a lifestyle where I have due dates.
[Under the cut: My crazy week, another edition of My Life: Badly Drawn in Photoshop, and some photos of adorable animals. All the good stuff, basically.]
So... Spring break is still over. My life is full of tragedy and woe.
I've had a pretty crazy week, though — or maybe it just feels crazy because usually my weeks are pretty slow. Who knows. I'm not built for such a hectic lifestyle.
The deal is that I really, really should have finished my creative writing paper over Spring Break, except then I didn't, so I had to write it all this past week and for some reason it was giving me a huge amount of trouble, and then I had other homework and then suddenly there were all these things that I needed to do and all these places that I was trying to be and —
...Basically, when I say I'm not built for a hectic lifestyle, I mean I'm not built for a lifestyle where I have due dates.
[Under the cut: My crazy week, another edition of My Life: Badly Drawn in Photoshop, and some photos of adorable animals. All the good stuff, basically.]
Welcome to the Jungle [2012/02/19]
...The jungle of learning, that is.
Uh. I actually have no idea where that came from. Ignore me. Although it does beg the question: should I start titling my post with song titles from now on? Hmm. Something to consider.
Anyway, before I really delve into my recap, I should probably take the time to mention what was probably the most exciting part of my week: inspired by this tutorial, I painted my nails to look like tuxedoes. Yes, I now have fingernails that are so freaking stylish, they look as if they wandered right off the pages of GQ magazine.
...Actually, they look like they were still slightly malleable when I went to sleep and so now they have a few wrinkles in them, but whatever, that's only noticeable if you're really looking closely.
[Under the cut: Photos of the aforementioned nail art, the recap of my week, pictures of food, my Awesome Tower of Recycling and Procrastination, and a brief digression on the matter of going to the grocery store.]
Uh. I actually have no idea where that came from. Ignore me. Although it does beg the question: should I start titling my post with song titles from now on? Hmm. Something to consider.
Anyway, before I really delve into my recap, I should probably take the time to mention what was probably the most exciting part of my week: inspired by this tutorial, I painted my nails to look like tuxedoes. Yes, I now have fingernails that are so freaking stylish, they look as if they wandered right off the pages of GQ magazine.
...Actually, they look like they were still slightly malleable when I went to sleep and so now they have a few wrinkles in them, but whatever, that's only noticeable if you're really looking closely.
[Under the cut: Photos of the aforementioned nail art, the recap of my week, pictures of food, my Awesome Tower of Recycling and Procrastination, and a brief digression on the matter of going to the grocery store.]
The Title of this Post is: "The Title of this Post is." [2012/02/12]
You know, it's astounding to me how many of my fellow bloggers also lived/live on Clark 4, aka C4 (everything's more fun with explosive nicknames), aka Writing Hall. (Aka, the only freshman hall on campus where it would not be at all odd to see a group of people clustered around someone's door, writing anagrams on the whiteboard. Yes, that actually happened, and it was awesome. Or rather, I should say, "Io saw me sweat." Or better yet, "A Sam is wet. Woe.")
So take note, prospective students and upcoming freshpeople! Live on Writing Hall; you could become an admissions blogger!
Okay, enough of that. We all know you guys are here to read about my fabulously exciting week. Well, unless you're not. I don't like to judge. I'm sure there are plenty of reasons you guys are here reading this. Maybe you like pictures of adorable animals. Maybe you're here for the comics (in which case, sorry, but that's a no go this week — they actually take a surprising amount of time, and I haven't been able to get my butt in gear for that). Maybe you clicked on the wrong link. Maybe you're a prospective student and your parents are forcing you to read this so you can get a better sense of what the Wesleyan College Experience is all about, but you're just skimming this while they're looking over your shoulder and are planning to click out of the browser pretty much the second they walk away. The possibilities are endless!
(Philosophical side note: I spent some time the other week contemplating the state of being of a blog post that isn't being read. After all, its existence can only be confirmed when somebody pulls it up on a web browser and looks at it... so in the time when nobody is looking at it, can it be said to exist at all? Is it sitting in a box being shredded to pieces by Schrodinger's Cat?)
...So, my week!
[Under the cut: THINGS WOT I HAVE DONE THIS WEEK.]
So take note, prospective students and upcoming freshpeople! Live on Writing Hall; you could become an admissions blogger!
Okay, enough of that. We all know you guys are here to read about my fabulously exciting week. Well, unless you're not. I don't like to judge. I'm sure there are plenty of reasons you guys are here reading this. Maybe you like pictures of adorable animals. Maybe you're here for the comics (in which case, sorry, but that's a no go this week — they actually take a surprising amount of time, and I haven't been able to get my butt in gear for that). Maybe you clicked on the wrong link. Maybe you're a prospective student and your parents are forcing you to read this so you can get a better sense of what the Wesleyan College Experience is all about, but you're just skimming this while they're looking over your shoulder and are planning to click out of the browser pretty much the second they walk away. The possibilities are endless!
(Philosophical side note: I spent some time the other week contemplating the state of being of a blog post that isn't being read. After all, its existence can only be confirmed when somebody pulls it up on a web browser and looks at it... so in the time when nobody is looking at it, can it be said to exist at all? Is it sitting in a box being shredded to pieces by Schrodinger's Cat?)
...So, my week!
[Under the cut: THINGS WOT I HAVE DONE THIS WEEK.]
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Welcome Back, and Happy Apocalypse-year! [2012/01/29]
Hello, lovelies! Ahhh, my first post of the year; something about it seems so pure, so refreshing. It's like the blog version of new-fallen snow, and as I look at the blank document in front of me it's like I'm staring out into a glistening white field of possibility, beauty, and new beginnings...
...which will inevitably be ruined by the dirty footprints of my nonsensical ramblings. So it goes.
I did mean to write a few mid-Break posts, but I inevitably got distracted and started doing something else, which doesn't say much about my work ethic but is probably fairly expressive of how my Winter Break went overall. Which isn't a bad thing, of course; I had a great time hanging out with my family, and I got to do all the appropriate "Sasha's Winter Break" things: cook/bake, eat delicious food, visit relatives, sink into the couch, watch tv, maybe see people other than my family?, read, go on the internet, watch more tv, freak out about the future. I'd say it all worked out pretty much as usual.
[Under the cut: the inevitable food photos and tv-viewing recaps, and maybe even a little about this year's classes, if you're lucky. Or unlucky. Or neither one nor the other.]
...which will inevitably be ruined by the dirty footprints of my nonsensical ramblings. So it goes.
I did mean to write a few mid-Break posts, but I inevitably got distracted and started doing something else, which doesn't say much about my work ethic but is probably fairly expressive of how my Winter Break went overall. Which isn't a bad thing, of course; I had a great time hanging out with my family, and I got to do all the appropriate "Sasha's Winter Break" things: cook/bake, eat delicious food, visit relatives, sink into the couch, watch tv, maybe see people other than my family?, read, go on the internet, watch more tv, freak out about the future. I'd say it all worked out pretty much as usual.
[Under the cut: the inevitable food photos and tv-viewing recaps, and maybe even a little about this year's classes, if you're lucky. Or unlucky. Or neither one nor the other.]
'Twas the Weekend Before Halloween [2011/10/29]
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE ACHIEVED SNOW.
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.]
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.]
The Show Must Go On [2011/10/22]
First of all, apparently we have new bloggers! This is clearly exciting stuff, although now I'm going to have to step up my game or something to make sure you guys don't like them better.
Far, far sadder news: The Curious Savage has been CANCELLED, which I'm sure makes all of you very depressed, because I know that all of you were clearly intending to go see it even if doing so would require stealing a helicopter and landing it illegally on Andruss Field. (It would be a great entrance, I have to say. Although you'd have to make sure to check the weather report, because Andruss becomes a swamp after even the slightest amount of rain and there's a strong possibility that the helicopter would sink.)
Anyway, Curious Savage. It's weird — I've been in shows with a variety of strange and bizarre issues, but I don't think I've ever been in a cancelled show. It feels very... odd. You guys learned about potential and kinetic energy in school, right? It feels like that.
[<strong>Under the cut</strong>: Mini-science lesson, Lego Harrison Ford, the rest of my week, and the stuff I promised last week about study abroad.]
Far, far sadder news: The Curious Savage has been CANCELLED, which I'm sure makes all of you very depressed, because I know that all of you were clearly intending to go see it even if doing so would require stealing a helicopter and landing it illegally on Andruss Field. (It would be a great entrance, I have to say. Although you'd have to make sure to check the weather report, because Andruss becomes a swamp after even the slightest amount of rain and there's a strong possibility that the helicopter would sink.)
Anyway, Curious Savage. It's weird — I've been in shows with a variety of strange and bizarre issues, but I don't think I've ever been in a cancelled show. It feels very... odd. You guys learned about potential and kinetic energy in school, right? It feels like that.
[<strong>Under the cut</strong>: Mini-science lesson, Lego Harrison Ford, the rest of my week, and the stuff I promised last week about study abroad.]
Fooding It Up (or Not) [2011/10/08]
Less than four hours until the sun sets. I CAN DO THIS.
Alright, I may have sounded like a little bit of a crazy person there, but I've been fasting since approximately 7 pm last night, so I feel like I have a right to be going a little crazy right now. I've been distracting myself, for the most part — and I slept for about eleven hours last night, which helped — but I tend to be an incredibly food-conscious person even when I'm full to bursting, so it's hard to be in a situation where merely thinking about food is a masochistic endeavor.
(Here is an example of some of the things which have been running through my head: I made potato-onion-scallion soup yesterday! I had the most amazing mushroom panini from Red&Black! Today I want to make apple-sweet potato fritters for dinner, and also bake an orange, yogurt & olive oil cake!)
...It's an issue.
Luckily, I also have craft projects, homework (some — it's hard to concentrate when hungry), a few issues of Lucifer (the DC comic, a spin-off of Neil Gaiman's comic The Sandman), my as-yet-unpainted nails, and TV shows to distract me — and this blog post, of course. So let's talk about me some more!
(This blog probably makes it sound like I'm the most self-obsessed person in the universe. I'm not, I promise! At least I hope I'm not. Hmm. I'll have to get back to you guys on that.)
[Under the cut: my week and other stuff. Descriptive, right?]
Alright, I may have sounded like a little bit of a crazy person there, but I've been fasting since approximately 7 pm last night, so I feel like I have a right to be going a little crazy right now. I've been distracting myself, for the most part — and I slept for about eleven hours last night, which helped — but I tend to be an incredibly food-conscious person even when I'm full to bursting, so it's hard to be in a situation where merely thinking about food is a masochistic endeavor.
(Here is an example of some of the things which have been running through my head: I made potato-onion-scallion soup yesterday! I had the most amazing mushroom panini from Red&Black! Today I want to make apple-sweet potato fritters for dinner, and also bake an orange, yogurt & olive oil cake!)
...It's an issue.
Luckily, I also have craft projects, homework (some — it's hard to concentrate when hungry), a few issues of Lucifer (the DC comic, a spin-off of Neil Gaiman's comic The Sandman), my as-yet-unpainted nails, and TV shows to distract me — and this blog post, of course. So let's talk about me some more!
(This blog probably makes it sound like I'm the most self-obsessed person in the universe. I'm not, I promise! At least I hope I'm not. Hmm. I'll have to get back to you guys on that.)
[Under the cut: my week and other stuff. Descriptive, right?]
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