I have nothing to say.

Somehow, though, I have a funny feeling that I’ll manage to pontificate anyway!

I’ll get some pictures out of the way first.

Mr. Wheat Crispy Wheat — I was so excited to try this flavor — even if I can’t figure out why it’s called apple cinnamon, when there is nothing even remotely resembling apples in the ingredients — but I was disappointed. Yes, if I look at one side of it, I can see the cinnamon… but I can’t really taste it. I’d rather stick with the plain variety and top it with cinnamon myself.

There are a few supermarkets I can generally rely on for my beloved miniature winter squashes. This store used to be one of them. Apparently they’ve abandoned me — check out the size of that!

For a cold, nasty day: oats, oat bran, peanut butter, unsweetened cocoa powder, and Truvia.

Primal Strips in the Mesquite Lime flavor. This was… strange. At first bite I thought it was terribly spicy; but it wasn’t, really, I just wasn’t expecting it. I was, however, expecting the texture, and it was just as I thought it would be.

Romaine, roasted baby portobella mushrooms, cinnamon bean sprouts (just simmered in water and cinnamon for a bit), radishes and radish greens. I have mentioned this before, I think, but I hate radishes. Then why did I eat them, you ask? …

It’s what grew in my “garden”! The seed package explicitly said “round type,” so I have no idea why they aren’t round, but whatever … my first try at growing anything, really, so I’ll take it.

I mentioned in my last post that I had a project due today. I knew that it was due today; I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to work on it over the first days of the holiday, and I didn’t think it would be fair to my partner for her to have to struggle through her half without mine, so I stayed up half the night on Thursday to finish it. When I checked my email last night, she had sent me a message with “another version” … meaning, she tore my half apart, but did nothing in terms of progressing on her own half. As it stood, I wouldn’t give myself an A; it was truly horrible! Am I wrong in this?! I don’t know, I just think it’s silly to grade someone based on a joint effort, since oftentimes the work is done chiefly by one person anyway. We spoke with the professor about it, and my partner said, “We had some problems with Photoshop,” which pissed me off because we did not have problems — she did! I knew I needed help with it, I went and got it; she knew she needed help with it, she scribbled it all in by hand. It truly looks awful. Thankfully we got an extension for a few days, so now I have even more craziness to deal with, and I feel like a total micromanager, which I hate… but really, this whole “group project” thing, I’ve decided, is just because the professor doesn’t want to grade so many papers. Isn’t that nice?!

Speaking of the holiday (which I did somewhere before that rant)… I spent the better part of it in a small amount of misery, thanks to my cold / sore throat… and doing everything and anything possible to get rid of it! I was so happy this morning because I finally felt better; but I have to say that sitting with a space heater blowing directly in my face probably didn’t help matters much at all. And then I went to class in a stuffy, airless, stifling computer lab; and then to another class in a chilly conference room. Do I even need to say that it’s back with a vengeance?

Anyway, my sister, brother-in-law, and their kids (including the infamous niece) ate over at our house yesterday. I was oh-so-mature about it. Right. I do not know what is wrong with me; why am I incapable of sitting at the same table as her without having an internal freakout?! It is so. Frustrating.

As if that wasn’t enough — my brother-in-law’s sister is engaged, so my niece needs a gown for her wedding. I have quite the collection of them, so last night my sister came over with her to see if any of them are “suitable.” This is a ludicrous idea on so many levels. First of all, I’m not as “modest” as she is; what she considers to be low-cut, I consider to be necessary in terms of my respiratory function. Second of all, she is taller and skinnier than I am. This works out fine if it’s a “throwaway” piece of clothing, or separates; but it doesn’t tend to work out very well with respect to evening gowns. Particularly not evening gowns which were altered to fit me. But nobody listens to me, and so I was subjected to a fashion show with my mom on the sidelines accusing me that that used to fit you (errr… it still does, but if I might be so brazen as to point this out, it doesn’t fit her)… which was my exit cue. La la la. And then they just came over now and I spent half an hour on Amazon with them, which actually turned out to be a good thing, because she nearly bought a short dress, not realizing that it was short. Oy. I should charge for my personal shopping services, I tell you.

The past month, practically, has been devoid of Sundays for me in that they were either holidays, or precursors to holidays. I never realized how much I rely on Sundays to get schoolwork done, or random bits and pieces of things to “get life in order.” Probably why I just feel so… frantic now. It’s like playing catch-up to something I can’t even see. And if I don’t get into bed now, my head will probably explode into a million little pieces, so I bid you good night. Or good day, depending upon the hour and your geographic location!