So today is the week that I have been dreading. It is the week I a) start graduate school and b) move from one apartment (Goodbye Humboldt Park) to another (Hello Wicker Park!) I am actually excited about both of these things, but to have them both happen in one week. Well. I am just not prepared. It's just so much. Do I have everything packed? Do I have books? Will my boyfriend stop complaining about not wanting to help me move? Can I gather enough strength to move class before my block of 4-9:30 classes on Thursday? Can I still play Rock Band 2?
Too many questions, not enough time. Today I went to Ikea to get stuff for my apartment, since at our last juncture, Kate took the kitchen table and chairs with her to Atlanta. Which is fine, because she bought it. So we got new ones today and I, finally, got a bed frame, so that I no longer have to sleep on the floor. Do I still need a box spring? Yes. A Desk? Why, half yes (Molly has one, I have to see if I like it. Really, I want that combination bookcase/desk thing that ikea has, but that will just be too big for my room, probably.) After Ikea, we came home and packed up clothes and things that we won't need for the rest of the week and put them in the new apartment and waited for Ikea to deliver our furniture, which came within two hours of the allotted four hour wait, which I thought was very successful. Then we came home and now I want to pass out. It's only 8 o'clock. I also woke up early though.
Anyway. This is life for this week. However, tomorrow is hump day meaning two things: an overwhelming sense of dread that I'm not done with everything and an overwhelming sense of almost relief, as the week is half over.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Work All Day All Night, Trying to get fly
The red velvet cake I was talking about in the last post was a success!! I would post photos, but they didn't come out as glamourous as I would have liked, because of poor lighting/old ass camera, but rest assured it was delicious. Quote from Patrick: "It's like eating a slice of heaven. Best red velvet cake I've ever had." Quote from Patrick's Mom: "It's one of the best ever. And the frosting! I love it."
So all in all, a success.
This week, I, like Alisha, have been getting myself ready for the new school year. The new graduate school year. I feel very important saying this. If you had told me three years ago that I would be going to graduate school this soon, I would be suspect. I'm not really sure what I thought of doing for a real job as a junior in college, but I don't think I would have ever thought about being in grad school, for education, no less. There I was, thinking about being a Psychology star (year right) and preparing myself for a life of spanish speaking. On the bright side of this carrer change business (I must interject to say that I have always wanted to be a teacher and just got sidetracked for five years and am now back where I belong), every class I took as an undergrad, with possibly the exception of Place and Time in Jewish and Israeli Thought and Ceramics, will have an affect on me becoming a teacher. Psychology is important in every trade and market, which is why I think there are so many different forms of it. Spanish is becoming ever important in this day and age, and if I choose to get middle school certified (which I am planning on), I can teach Spanish, which is one of my original, very exciting life goals.
I don't know. I'm excited and I'm scared. Going to Loyola is different; at Orientation for the School of Education, no one sat next to me. I didn't meet anyone. No one talked to me. When we broke out into individual groups by program, I sat down next to someone's stuff and when they came back in the room, they moved away from me. This has never happened to me before. Usually, when people first meet me, we talk. I make a joke. They laugh. They decide in their head that they want to be my friend. And then bam! It is done. The fact that this is not how it is is strange for me. Maybe people don't make friends in grad school. I don't know. It was depressing. On top of that, my money is getting pretty low. So much so that I can't buy books until Tuesday or Wednesday. I have class on Wednesday. I have reading due on Wednsday. This has never been my life. So it's all just different.
But really, I'm not complaining. At least I don't think I am. I am happy, I am hanging out with people and enjoying my time off and watching my boyfriend play softball and eating good food when I can. So it's still all good.
So all in all, a success.
This week, I, like Alisha, have been getting myself ready for the new school year. The new graduate school year. I feel very important saying this. If you had told me three years ago that I would be going to graduate school this soon, I would be suspect. I'm not really sure what I thought of doing for a real job as a junior in college, but I don't think I would have ever thought about being in grad school, for education, no less. There I was, thinking about being a Psychology star (year right) and preparing myself for a life of spanish speaking. On the bright side of this carrer change business (I must interject to say that I have always wanted to be a teacher and just got sidetracked for five years and am now back where I belong), every class I took as an undergrad, with possibly the exception of Place and Time in Jewish and Israeli Thought and Ceramics, will have an affect on me becoming a teacher. Psychology is important in every trade and market, which is why I think there are so many different forms of it. Spanish is becoming ever important in this day and age, and if I choose to get middle school certified (which I am planning on), I can teach Spanish, which is one of my original, very exciting life goals.
I don't know. I'm excited and I'm scared. Going to Loyola is different; at Orientation for the School of Education, no one sat next to me. I didn't meet anyone. No one talked to me. When we broke out into individual groups by program, I sat down next to someone's stuff and when they came back in the room, they moved away from me. This has never happened to me before. Usually, when people first meet me, we talk. I make a joke. They laugh. They decide in their head that they want to be my friend. And then bam! It is done. The fact that this is not how it is is strange for me. Maybe people don't make friends in grad school. I don't know. It was depressing. On top of that, my money is getting pretty low. So much so that I can't buy books until Tuesday or Wednesday. I have class on Wednesday. I have reading due on Wednsday. This has never been my life. So it's all just different.
But really, I'm not complaining. At least I don't think I am. I am happy, I am hanging out with people and enjoying my time off and watching my boyfriend play softball and eating good food when I can. So it's still all good.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Today we will be cooking
I started this and now have to start again because Firefox froze. Thanks.
Last night, I saw Julie and Julia with my mother and sister. I thought the movie was adorable. If you don't know what it is/don't follow movies religiously like I do, it is based on two true stories; one about Julia Child's life in Paris and the way that she worked on getting her cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, published. The other is about Julie Powell, who in 2002 blogged about cooking all 524 recipes in Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year. WOW. I am secretly jealous, but not really. Making all of the recipes I'm sure was difficult, and I think the only thing I'm jealous about is having the prowess to finish something as daunting as that. And also, to get to eat French food. Because. I love it. Anyway, the movie was really cute. As a child, I used to do a spot on impression of Julia Child and I enjoyed watching the reruns of her show. Also, the fact that she is SUPER tall is amazing as I am tall as well. The movie also made me want to read the two books that it was based on, which I ALMOST bought at Barnes and Noble the other day with my father. The only thing that stopped me is that they only had the movie covers of the novels. I hate movie covers. But that's a story for a different day.
If you don't know me (and, perhaps you don't), I am really into food. I love food. Eating for me is an experience that cannot be replaced with anything else, even if it is money. Eating brings me intense joy, and while I sometimes have the not-hungry disease (when I am not hungry), I make myself eat something, anything, to help bring me out of that issue and return to being hunry. But the downside to this is that food costs money. Food costs energy. And food costs time. Since I have not been working while waiting for school to start, I have been cooking. Usually, I bake. I am a baker. I have only really ruined one baked good in my life, and it wasn't even ruined. It was the summer of 2007 and I made red velvet cupcakes. 48 of them to be exact, a double batch. I didn't have enough red food coloring and I cooked them a smidge too long, so they came out a weird red-brown color. Some of them were more red than others, but all in all, not the vibrant red that you usually see. It was disappointing. However, they were delicious and moist, just not the right color. My cousin and his friend would eat about five a day, and they were gone pretty quickly. Still, it is my biggest baking failure to date. I am thinking about going back to baking. I don't do anything during the day except look for part time jobs and watch tv on dvd or on the internet. And I got all caught up yesterday while at my mother's house. So I found a recipe online that I would like to try. To be honest, I can't write what it is because it is going to be a surprise for my boyfriend, who has kind of stopped lurking on this blog (lame), so I can probably tell you anyway. (It's a red velvet cake). It's his favorite. I know, I am really lame. But it's also one of my favorites.
I secretly follow food blogs, and I read Bitten by Mark Bittman at the New York times online all the time. When I had a job, it was one of my favorite things to read to waste time during the day. Food blogs make me jealous that I'm not doing some thrilling cooking in my life, but I have been trying. I have made two Giada recipes, one tyler florence recipe and my Ina staple that I kind of change everytime I make it. those are my favorite Food Network Chefs. I like Paula for watching; I think I would secretly hate half of the food she makes, because she uses too much not freshly made mayonnaise. I hate mayo unless it's freshly made and you may be wondering, where did you try fresh mayo? And the answer is, my host mom in Spain used to make it. And we would eat it on EVERYTHING including vegetables and calamari and it was the most mayo I've ever eaten in my life. And I plan on asking for the recipe, although that might be a smidge more difficult because of the metric conversions. But I'm going to try it.
Man. This has kind of made me hungry. Fortunately, I haven't eaten yet and fortunately, I have a fully stocked fridge and pantry with lots of food for me to eat.
Last night, I saw Julie and Julia with my mother and sister. I thought the movie was adorable. If you don't know what it is/don't follow movies religiously like I do, it is based on two true stories; one about Julia Child's life in Paris and the way that she worked on getting her cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, published. The other is about Julie Powell, who in 2002 blogged about cooking all 524 recipes in Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year. WOW. I am secretly jealous, but not really. Making all of the recipes I'm sure was difficult, and I think the only thing I'm jealous about is having the prowess to finish something as daunting as that. And also, to get to eat French food. Because. I love it. Anyway, the movie was really cute. As a child, I used to do a spot on impression of Julia Child and I enjoyed watching the reruns of her show. Also, the fact that she is SUPER tall is amazing as I am tall as well. The movie also made me want to read the two books that it was based on, which I ALMOST bought at Barnes and Noble the other day with my father. The only thing that stopped me is that they only had the movie covers of the novels. I hate movie covers. But that's a story for a different day.
If you don't know me (and, perhaps you don't), I am really into food. I love food. Eating for me is an experience that cannot be replaced with anything else, even if it is money. Eating brings me intense joy, and while I sometimes have the not-hungry disease (when I am not hungry), I make myself eat something, anything, to help bring me out of that issue and return to being hunry. But the downside to this is that food costs money. Food costs energy. And food costs time. Since I have not been working while waiting for school to start, I have been cooking. Usually, I bake. I am a baker. I have only really ruined one baked good in my life, and it wasn't even ruined. It was the summer of 2007 and I made red velvet cupcakes. 48 of them to be exact, a double batch. I didn't have enough red food coloring and I cooked them a smidge too long, so they came out a weird red-brown color. Some of them were more red than others, but all in all, not the vibrant red that you usually see. It was disappointing. However, they were delicious and moist, just not the right color. My cousin and his friend would eat about five a day, and they were gone pretty quickly. Still, it is my biggest baking failure to date. I am thinking about going back to baking. I don't do anything during the day except look for part time jobs and watch tv on dvd or on the internet. And I got all caught up yesterday while at my mother's house. So I found a recipe online that I would like to try. To be honest, I can't write what it is because it is going to be a surprise for my boyfriend, who has kind of stopped lurking on this blog (lame), so I can probably tell you anyway. (It's a red velvet cake). It's his favorite. I know, I am really lame. But it's also one of my favorites.
I secretly follow food blogs, and I read Bitten by Mark Bittman at the New York times online all the time. When I had a job, it was one of my favorite things to read to waste time during the day. Food blogs make me jealous that I'm not doing some thrilling cooking in my life, but I have been trying. I have made two Giada recipes, one tyler florence recipe and my Ina staple that I kind of change everytime I make it. those are my favorite Food Network Chefs. I like Paula for watching; I think I would secretly hate half of the food she makes, because she uses too much not freshly made mayonnaise. I hate mayo unless it's freshly made and you may be wondering, where did you try fresh mayo? And the answer is, my host mom in Spain used to make it. And we would eat it on EVERYTHING including vegetables and calamari and it was the most mayo I've ever eaten in my life. And I plan on asking for the recipe, although that might be a smidge more difficult because of the metric conversions. But I'm going to try it.
Man. This has kind of made me hungry. Fortunately, I haven't eaten yet and fortunately, I have a fully stocked fridge and pantry with lots of food for me to eat.
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