Let me tell you, children, there is a reason why I haven't had time to sit and breathe, let alone blog.
I don't even have time right now, but I love you all and I feel like this might cheer you up. Or not. It might make you sad. Whichever, I hope to spark some form of emotion with this post. It's going to be a long one, so fasten your seatbelts. After all, it's been over a month.
Getting back into the swing of things, I sincerely regret my decision to major in a science. Like I said before, science is my thing. But I wish it wasn't...it's so difficult sometimes. Like, I want to rip my hair out and walk around campus with bald patches because I have so much homework due tomorrow difficult. And not to sound conceited, but I'm not the dullest tool in the shed if you know what I mean.
That is, when it comes to books. Throw my ass in the streets and you better have an obituary pre-written.
I love bacon too. I couldn't resist...
For real though. On top of the massive workload I'm beginning to receive, there is a myriad of reasons as to why these past few months have been pretty rough. Oh and midterm grades come out tonight. My nails...are chewed to the cuticle.
ALAS.
Moving on. Mind you, nothing on here will be discussed in detail. However, I will discuss some of it. Public blogs aren't the best place to vent about things other than school and food. Just so we're clear on that.
I live alone on campus now. In fact, I'm in a completely different building. I've been in a single for just a little over a month now, and it's nice. Sometimes I miss having a roommate, having someone to talk to before you go to sleep, splitting grocery costs, just little stuff. In the end though, living alone has definitely done me a lot of good. Getting to the place I'm in now is a completely different story, however. It's not the prettiest one either.
But I'm all good now. The wave of confusion and borderline depression has ebbed.
I feel like I've lost a very dear friend of mine. And trust me when I say that it hurts. It always hurts when you feel like you can't repair a friendship. It hurts to try and realize that the other person doesn't want to be in your life anymore.
What's done is done. There's nothing I can do to change it; it's out of my control.
Anyway. Like I said before, I'm in a new building. The walk isn't nearly as bad and the people on my floor are incredible. Seriously, if anything good came out of my situation it's that I got the opportunity to live in a community. A place where people care about you, where you can knock on someone's door and be welcomed, a place to be happy in. I didn't have that until now. I'm in the international dorm now. Let me tell you something, people: international students are the nicest out there.
Seriously. It's Hug-Fest 2011 in that building. It's so refreshing to be surrounded by people that are nice and good. It's like living in the world of Full House. But you only have Danny Tanner.
In all seriousness, I have learned (and continue to learn) things about myself as a result of living alone. I'm coming to realize that I'm a pretty cool lady. I'm pretty smart, I'm obviously the love child of Paula Deen and Antoine Dodson (butter and sass 24/7, baby), I'm not the ugliest out there, and I'm a really good friend (at least I like to think so. I would love for someone to tell me otherwise.).
And with this new sense of self comes its own challenges. But for right now, everything is settling down. I'm living in a much better place. I'm starting to realize who I am and what I want out of life. I hope you're happy for me. I'm happy for me.
But a lot has gone down in these past months. I've been to places and I've made a crapload of food. I didn't take pictures of the food though, I apologize. Use your imagination. Or Google. It's the same in today's society.
Let's see. Cooking wise, I've made:
Rainbow Cupcakes: I love making these, but they're starting to get old. It seems like every time I whip up a cupcake, it just has to be frosted like this. However, they are consistent crowd pleasers. Everyone asks how it's done and I always end up convincing someone I'm a wizard. Because I am.
Apple Pie/Fritters/Sauce/Crisp/Plain Ol' Apple: A while back a few friends and I went apple picking. It's always been a family tradition for me to bake everything apple related the same day. I made fritters (so effing delicious), sauce, and a pie. Seriously, apple pie is so awesome. It just screams Fall. It's when I know to embrace the changing leaves.
Chicken Riggies/Non-Chicken Riggies: Simple and wonderful. I think everyone reading this knows how I feel about chicken riggies. It's one of my comfort foods. I made it twice in one week. Currently taking a break from it...riggie overload.
Attempted-Fried-Ice-Cream-Turned-Failed-Mission-Turned-One-Slightly-Successful-Gluten-Free-Fried-Ice-Cream
Fruit Salsa/Food of the Gods: All it's made of is chopped fruit. Seriously, take strawberries, pineapple, kiwi and cantaloupe and chop it. Chop it until your heart is satisfied. Add in some honey and sugar for good measure. The fruit takes care of the juice on its own. Oh my goodness I'm thinking about it again...so delicious. Cinnamon sugar pita chips are definitely the best scooper for this salsa. It is fruit perfection.
I think that's all the food I've made thus far. I know I'm forgetting stuff. The joys of not remembering things...
Oh I made creme brulee too. And crab cakes. Just remembered those.
They'll pop up randomly during the rest of this post, don't you fret.
Aside from living in my dorm kitchen, I took a little trippy down to my favorite city of all.
Washington, D.C.
Oh how I love you. How I would live in you if I had the chance. If only...
I went to Georgetown Cupcakes.
I peed myself in Georgetown Cupcakes. Because I was in cupcake heaven. I left with 6 and an empty wallet. But I left happy, damn it. I walked everywhere in DC. Literally, miles a day.
We went to Filomena, a restaurant I saw whilst watching ze Travel Channel. They show those restaurants for a reason. We went and holy chicken tenders was the food delicious.
I kid you not. I got the holy grail of seafood pasta dishes. Are you ready for this? ARE YOU READY? Like it or not, I'm going to describe it. Grab the nearest napkin and buckle up. We're heading into Drooltown. Picture this: black pasta (oh yes) in manicotti form. What's filling this pasta, you ask? Why, only shrimp, crab, scallops, mozzarella and ricotta. That's all. It's nothing special really. Except for the whole covered-in-lobster-cream-sauce thing. I basically ate the ocean for lunch. And it was beyond delicious. BEYOND. I dream about it sometimes. Four to seven times a week, in fact. That's normal, right?
Aside from the incredible food, I went to DC with a purpose. Ten other students and myself from our college's anti-genocide club went to a conference on Saturday and Sunday. They were jam packed with mini croissants, breakout sessions involving today's critical issues regarding genocide, box lunches with Clif Bars included (hell yes), and leaders and students from around the world. It was an incredible experience. I learned so much and gained more knowledge by some of the world's leading anti-genocide figureheads.
I wish I took pictures of the conference. Living with regret. Let me tell you, if you ever get the opportunity to do something like I did, DO IT. It was awesome. I'm really glad it's an annual thing, I plan on attending...annually.
That Sunday, we had the rest of the day to ourselves. A bunch of us walked around the city, taking in everything. We went to the US Botanic Gardens. Lucy had a field day.
I really love Lucy and her capabilities. We went to the Museum of Natural History. That was pretty neato, let me tell you.
I did a bunch of things in DC. At the end of each day, though we would go back to my lovely cousin's house and relax. They're awesome and I'm so grateful that we could stay with them. And use their kitchen for our own culinary desires...
But my trip has ended and snow has begun to creep its way into my life for another nine to ten miserable months. From here on in it's all about physics, chemistry, keeping warm and keeping sane. But isn't life always about those things?
Also, a random thought that sincerely confuses me: why do people wear hoods halfway on their head?
Either commit to the whole thing or not at all. There's no in-between.
Getting back into the swing of things, I sincerely regret my decision to major in a science. Like I said before, science is my thing. But I wish it wasn't...it's so difficult sometimes. Like, I want to rip my hair out and walk around campus with bald patches because I have so much homework due tomorrow difficult. And not to sound conceited, but I'm not the dullest tool in the shed if you know what I mean.
That is, when it comes to books. Throw my ass in the streets and you better have an obituary pre-written.
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| "She didn't last an hour..." [blogspot] |
For real though. On top of the massive workload I'm beginning to receive, there is a myriad of reasons as to why these past few months have been pretty rough. Oh and midterm grades come out tonight. My nails...are chewed to the cuticle.
ALAS.
Moving on. Mind you, nothing on here will be discussed in detail. However, I will discuss some of it. Public blogs aren't the best place to vent about things other than school and food. Just so we're clear on that.
I live alone on campus now. In fact, I'm in a completely different building. I've been in a single for just a little over a month now, and it's nice. Sometimes I miss having a roommate, having someone to talk to before you go to sleep, splitting grocery costs, just little stuff. In the end though, living alone has definitely done me a lot of good. Getting to the place I'm in now is a completely different story, however. It's not the prettiest one either.
But I'm all good now. The wave of confusion and borderline depression has ebbed.
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| Goodbye, wave of destruction! [via blogspot] |
What's done is done. There's nothing I can do to change it; it's out of my control.
Anyway. Like I said before, I'm in a new building. The walk isn't nearly as bad and the people on my floor are incredible. Seriously, if anything good came out of my situation it's that I got the opportunity to live in a community. A place where people care about you, where you can knock on someone's door and be welcomed, a place to be happy in. I didn't have that until now. I'm in the international dorm now. Let me tell you something, people: international students are the nicest out there.
Seriously. It's Hug-Fest 2011 in that building. It's so refreshing to be surrounded by people that are nice and good. It's like living in the world of Full House. But you only have Danny Tanner.
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| ALL DAY EVERY DAY. LET'S GO. [via blogspot] |
And with this new sense of self comes its own challenges. But for right now, everything is settling down. I'm living in a much better place. I'm starting to realize who I am and what I want out of life. I hope you're happy for me. I'm happy for me.
But a lot has gone down in these past months. I've been to places and I've made a crapload of food. I didn't take pictures of the food though, I apologize. Use your imagination. Or Google. It's the same in today's society.
Let's see. Cooking wise, I've made:
Rainbow Cupcakes: I love making these, but they're starting to get old. It seems like every time I whip up a cupcake, it just has to be frosted like this. However, they are consistent crowd pleasers. Everyone asks how it's done and I always end up convincing someone I'm a wizard. Because I am.
Apple Pie/Fritters/Sauce/Crisp/Plain Ol' Apple: A while back a few friends and I went apple picking. It's always been a family tradition for me to bake everything apple related the same day. I made fritters (so effing delicious), sauce, and a pie. Seriously, apple pie is so awesome. It just screams Fall. It's when I know to embrace the changing leaves.
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| Made by my hands. Oh yes. |
Attempted-Fried-Ice-Cream-Turned-Failed-Mission-Turned-One-Slightly-Successful-Gluten-Free-Fried-Ice-Cream
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| BREATHE. JUST BREATHE. [via miller-mccune] |
I think that's all the food I've made thus far. I know I'm forgetting stuff. The joys of not remembering things...
Oh I made creme brulee too. And crab cakes. Just remembered those.
They'll pop up randomly during the rest of this post, don't you fret.
Aside from living in my dorm kitchen, I took a little trippy down to my favorite city of all.
Washington, D.C.
Oh how I love you. How I would live in you if I had the chance. If only...
I went to Georgetown Cupcakes.
I peed myself in Georgetown Cupcakes. Because I was in cupcake heaven. I left with 6 and an empty wallet. But I left happy, damn it. I walked everywhere in DC. Literally, miles a day.
We went to Filomena, a restaurant I saw whilst watching ze Travel Channel. They show those restaurants for a reason. We went and holy chicken tenders was the food delicious.
I kid you not. I got the holy grail of seafood pasta dishes. Are you ready for this? ARE YOU READY? Like it or not, I'm going to describe it. Grab the nearest napkin and buckle up. We're heading into Drooltown. Picture this: black pasta (oh yes) in manicotti form. What's filling this pasta, you ask? Why, only shrimp, crab, scallops, mozzarella and ricotta. That's all. It's nothing special really. Except for the whole covered-in-lobster-cream-sauce thing. I basically ate the ocean for lunch. And it was beyond delicious. BEYOND. I dream about it sometimes. Four to seven times a week, in fact. That's normal, right?
Aside from the incredible food, I went to DC with a purpose. Ten other students and myself from our college's anti-genocide club went to a conference on Saturday and Sunday. They were jam packed with mini croissants, breakout sessions involving today's critical issues regarding genocide, box lunches with Clif Bars included (hell yes), and leaders and students from around the world. It was an incredible experience. I learned so much and gained more knowledge by some of the world's leading anti-genocide figureheads.
I wish I took pictures of the conference. Living with regret. Let me tell you, if you ever get the opportunity to do something like I did, DO IT. It was awesome. I'm really glad it's an annual thing, I plan on attending...annually.
That Sunday, we had the rest of the day to ourselves. A bunch of us walked around the city, taking in everything. We went to the US Botanic Gardens. Lucy had a field day.
I really love Lucy and her capabilities. We went to the Museum of Natural History. That was pretty neato, let me tell you.
I did a bunch of things in DC. At the end of each day, though we would go back to my lovely cousin's house and relax. They're awesome and I'm so grateful that we could stay with them. And use their kitchen for our own culinary desires...
But my trip has ended and snow has begun to creep its way into my life for another nine to ten miserable months. From here on in it's all about physics, chemistry, keeping warm and keeping sane. But isn't life always about those things?
Also, a random thought that sincerely confuses me: why do people wear hoods halfway on their head?
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