I’m still up for God knows why – I have a class at 10 a.m. soon and here I am, still awake. I’ll be up early too, so that I can look over material before class – so I suppose I should be getting some sleep. Today was my longer day of classes (three, starting at 9:30 a.m.) and it ended with a long trip to Publix. Note to self: don’t shop at Publix without eating something. You should know this.
There’s a candy dish on my table full of Reese’s Pieces. They look shiny and delicious.
I went on a random video escapade with my friend on campus. We’re laughing and singing and striking cheesy MySpacey shots. So hilarious. These moments are what make life worth living, I know it. I need to have more of them.
There’s a bag of sushi rice on my table; the only thing in English on the bag is “Sushi Rice” – as if my friend snuck it through customs.
I miss Italy and New York City. I’d kill for the air, the lights, the people.
Don LaFountaine died.
This week is going to be long, I can tell – I’m still reeling from some rough events and I don’t know where I’m going. It’s as if there’s no steering wheel attached to my non-existent car. My classes are fine, I just know they’re going to be extremely tedious at some point – I’m afraid I’m not being tedious enough.
The school newspaper is my life, but do I love journalism enough to pursue it as a career, despite the trouble it’s facing?
I look up and realize my dorm has a popcorn ceiling, at least in the common area. My friend what right – I pretty much claimed this area for myself.
I forgot how much I loved bologna.
I will somehow make a cohesive post next time, with pictures or without.
… hmm. How many hugs do I need to get before I start feeling better?
Morning
Movin' on up in not-really corporate
Chili cheese fries and a hot dog (*is it really American?)
Direction humor/Inside joke
To-Do List
Okay, folks … since insomnia has struck, I think I’ll write for a little while. All right, so I look a little crazy here. But posts become instantly more exciting with pictures, so here you go. This is me being crazy. I don’t usually have straight hair, but it comes out nice when it is. But I do know how to rock curly hair sometimes. And it can get insanely curly. Thing is, it tends to frizz out pretty quickly, so I have to be careful when I manage it. Ah, and as you can see here, I have pink glasses. At least once a month, someone notices, “Oh my God! Your glasses are PINK!” I’m due for new ones, though … I can’t wait to pick out a new pair.
What else … oh, yes! I like to cook. A lot. One of the main reasons why I’m dorming in the fall is because I would have my own kitchen (to share with other roommates, yes, but the odds of college students who cook on campus seems minimal). This here is a slice of a quesadilla I made my for a picnic with co-workers (school newspapers for the win!). These were pretty much devoured in relatively quickly, but they were a huge hassle to make. Then again, I shouldn’t have made these at 8 in the morning … nothing like the smell of hot oil to wake ya up!
Another one of my dishes I cooked. Seared pork tenderloin with onions and mushrooms. It was the first dish I tried with my formerly brand new cast iron skillet from Logic (best o’the best, I tell ya), and my GOD, this was delicious. The pork had a tinge of pink on the inside, and very juicy. I think I garnished this with some fresh rosemary too. After I got this skillet I bought Cookwise by Shirley Corriher, which is a great read. I was inspired to cook for myself and to learn how to cook by this wonderful blue-eyed Southern man:
Ain’t he dreamy? (sigh) … oh, hello? Sorry. Ahem. OK, so Alton Brown of Good Eats and Feasting on Asphalt fame is probably the most anal cook to ever exist. But still! I own two of his books and find them very easy to read, understand, and fun to flip through. My favorite page is the diagram of the pig with its cuts clearly labeled.
Since I was supposed to be in bed a while ago, I’ll end this post with one of my four dogs, acting like a Nazi in his sleep. (Just see for yourself!):
Good night!
