Monthly Archives: November 2009

Cookie-ish Monster

I think my school is trying to send me some sort of subliminal message. Remember the sign I photographed last week?  Well, here’s more of the same.

Yeesh, okay, we get the point!!  We’re not allowed to eat.  FINE.  (I just want to point out that there is no cafeteria / student lounge in the building.  So essentially, they are telling us that we’re not allowed to eat.  Even though everyone does it anyway.)

Something oh-so-exciting happened last night after I posted:

I finished the Sunday crossword! That happens sometimes, but it usually takes me a few days. I rarely finish it on Sunday. Sorry to “brag,” but I just had to share that, because I’m oh-so-proud of myself. 😉

Romaine, tofu, broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots. This was actually a really good combination. Pity I didn’t get to enjoy it because of all the people on my head. First, the locksmith; and the door is right next to my desk. Then Mr. J came along and just stood there staring for at least twenty or thirty seconds. (Heavens, man, didn’t your mother teach you that it’s rude to look in someone else’s plate?!) Finally, when it was obvious he had nothing to say to me, I just gave him a death glare, and he kind of waved his hand in surrender and said, “Enjoy your lunch.” Yeah. Sure.

This is how I feel about cookies. And yet, after I wrote that post, I did buy Nana’s Cookie Bars. Some of them didn’t really look like cookies, so I managed to eat them without too much trouble. The ones that did resemble cookies were put aside until … well, I don’t know. But they “expire” at the end of December.

I admit that it’s been quite a while since I’ve had cookies of any kind, but this didn’t really remind me of a cookie.  It had a strong cocoa flavor, not very sweet; and it was dry and crumbly in a melt-in-your-mouth kind of way, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was not at all what I was expecting.  I appear to have lived to tell the tale, because I have three boxes of such cookie bars.  Mega sigh.

These earrings are heavy.  And I wore them for sixteen hours straight, which is about fifteen hours longer than I should have.  I’m not that fond of the “stretched lobe” look.  You understand.

This should be shocking to nobody at this point, but it’s another Invasion.  This time, it’s my cousin with his wife and their three kids.  They are coming to town for two weeks.  In two days.  He called yesterday to ask if they could stay here.  Which was annoying in itself, because he barely speaks English.  And it’s not like they just want a bed; they expect full room and board, plus entertainment!  I’m sorry, but this is just not okay with me.  (Not that anyone asked!)  And then right after that, three of my nephews are probably moving in for a week when my brother and sister-in-law go to a wedding out of state.  Seriously… what is this, a hotel?!  (That was directed toward the cousins, not the nephews.  I might not be thrilled about the latter, but it’s not as … nervy.)  It would really be very nice to have some privacy in my own house.  Mega mega sigh.  As it turns out, it will be mid-January before I’m in my house with just the people who actually live here… first the Cousin Invasion, followed immediately by the Nephew Tornado, and then I’m going on my vacation.  (YAY!)

But I have good news!  I just saved hundreds on my car insurance by switching to Geico!

Sorry.  I’m a total dork, but every time I hear the phrase, “I have good news,” the Geico line automatically follows in my head.

Anyway, as I was saying.  One presentation is done, which means I have two left this semester.  Unless some more crop up, which, the way this semester has gone, is not entirely impossible!!  And I got back my killer paper that I was so sure I had bombed… and I guess I didn’t.  He gave me an A/A-.  I have no idea what that even means, but I was expecting something more like a B-, so I should have been thrilled.  Cue annoying little voice in my head: What?!  Why is there a MINUS there?!  See, you’re so stupid that you couldn’t even manage a solid A.  Seriously?  SHUT UP.  And that’s about the only conversation with which I am going to dignify that.

So while I was supposed to be paying attention in a mind-numbingly boring class, I instead pondered my “About Me” page.  Evidently you guys have far more “imagination” than I do!  😉  A couple of people suggested a Q&A, but to be honest, I really don’t think I’m all that interesting of a person; and I probably “talk” way more than I should on my blog, so what’s left to ask??  But if for some odd reason, there is something particular you’d like to know, feel free to ask away, and I’ll end up with a Q&A sort of by default.  😉

Countdown is at forty-one days.  I can’t wait to get out of here!  Have a wonderful Tuesday.

P.S. Don’t forget to enter my giveaway… I’ll be choosing the winner tomorrow night!


Post #200: Giveaway

A pink GloFish has now vanished, in addition to the yellow one.  This is truly bizarre.  I can’t figure out what’s happening to them… they’re just disappearing!  I knew we shouldn’t have gotten such small fish.  I’m sort of surprised that they lasted as long as they did.

It’s really, really sad that the long weekend is over.  Like, really sad.  And I truly do have a presentation tomorrow, for which, naturally, I am not prepared.  (Hello to the person who found my blog via searching for “presentation tomorrow and unprepared.”  I’m sorry I couldn’t help you out; I’m in the same boat!)  But I did learn a lesson of the day: a good hair day can make everything seem a little brighter.  Disobedient errant curl notwithstanding.

At this rate, I may actually finish all the hommus before the expiration dates!  It took me a week to get through this one, so I should be okay until mid-January.

I bought this a few weeks ago, and, whoops, it “expires” tomorrow.

Isn’t that cute?  It “breaks” in half when you open the wrapping and you end up with two bowls.  It comes in a hummus variety, too, not just salsa.

I was semi-tempted to shake a jar of colored sprinkles over this… I hate it when I’m faced with such a monochromatic plate!  It helps a bit if it tastes good, but still, I like to have some color.  In case you’re wondering, the yellow glob is sweet cream style corn, which was actually the first time I’d ever tried creamed corn at all.  The blob on the top right is brown rice, and the slab on the top left is a vegetarian chicken patty.  Brown / yellow … some color, please?!  Please?!?!

What’s a “milestone” post without a major Verbal Vomit?!  I guess that’s why I was lucky enough that a situation cropped up today which provided me with fodder for one.  To make a very long story semi-short, my mom was going to go to this supermarket and asked me if I wanted to go.  Two points:  One, I am a punctual person.  My mom is not.  So when she says she is going somewhere at X time, just tack on another half hour.  Two, I cannot stand driving with my mom.  She is forever stoppingstartingstoppingstarting and it makes me feel nauseated.  Not to mention that it takes forever to get anywhere that way.  On top of all that, I do still have this crazy illogical fear of eating late at night, so I hate it when I end up having to do that because I was busy being catapulted around in the car.

My mom came home twenty minutes after she had said she was going to leave.  She asked me if I wanted to go.  I said only if I could drive.  She said, “No, I am going to drive.”  So I said that I didn’t want to go, and she said, “What, are you punishing me?”  I said, “No, I just don’t want to go.”

The conversation should have ended here, and it would have, if my mom and I had a normal, civil relationship.  Apparently we don’t, because she insisted on knowing why I wanted to drive.  I thought it was rude to tell her that driving with her makes me sick to my stomach, so I just said that we’d get there faster that way.  Which is also true… as in, twenty minutes vs. forty.

This is where she completely blew up at me.  She began yelling and ranting and raving that the only reason I wanted to drive was because then we’d get home five minutes faster, and how on earth did I expect to ever get better if I wasn’t going to even try, and that she should call my therapist, or that actually, come to think of it, I should just stop going to my therapist since I’m wasting my money, and I belong in a hospital so that I can get my mind fixed.  (Right.  Because we all see how well that worked out.)

I know better than to argue with my mom … there is no reasoning with her.  So I just shut up until she eventually tired herself out and left, but the one thought running through my mind during her tirade was Give.  Me.  Something.  Sharp.  NOW!!  Laziness was a good thing here, because getting something sharp would have required me to stand up, and I just didn’t feel like it.  I called my sister and ranted at her instead.  Yay for “healthy coping mechanisms.”

That was, I believe, a sufficient spurt of verbal vomit for a milestone post.  I was thinking that to “honor the occasion”, it’s high time I re-did my “About Me” page… but I have no idea what I’m supposed to put there.  I’m notoriously bad at being self-descriptive.  So I’m going to take the easy way out and ask you all what I should do!

The giveaway:

Primal Strips: your choice of Thai Peanut, Texas BBQ, Hickory Smoked, Mesquite Lime, or Teriyaki.

NuGo Free in Dark Chocolate Crunch; NuGo Dark in Chocolate Chocolate Chip.

NuGo 10: your choice of Apple Cinnamon or Lemon.

…And, of course, since this is me, a pair of earrings must be involved somewhere.  Apple earrings, this time!  😉

I may or may not also toss in something more.  But I can’t tell you about that, because it wouldn’t be a surprise if I did.  :p

How to enter:

1. Leave a comment telling me what on earth I’m supposed to put in my “About Me” page.  Or not.

2. Link back and leave a comment letting me know you did that.

3. Okay, this isn’t a way to gain an entry, but I’m glad that I managed to overcome my stupidity and figure out how to use, so I will not have to employ the extremely scientific method I used in my Post #100 giveaway.  I thought that deserved its own bullet on the list.  :p

I’ll be choosing the winner on Tuesday (12/01/09) at 10.00 PM EST.

… And now it’s off to start a new work week.  Sob.

Have a great Monday!

The Case of the Missing Fish

One of my GloFish has vanished. Seriously… there is neither hide nor hair (fin nor scale?) of it to be seen. It is quite perplexing. There was one semi-aggressive fish in there that might have eaten it, but that one was a victim of the Great Plague, so I really have no idea what happened here…

Last night, I stayed up late reading… it’s been a pretty long time since I’ve read a book that made me keep going and going, even if I said, I’m going to read until the next chapter and then go to bed.  Somehow, “the next chapter” kept turning into the next one, and then the one after that.  I absolutely loved it.  It probably sounds kind of crazy, but I used to do that all the time when I was younger (and thus pre-ED) — I was a total bookworm and you literally would have had to pry a book out of my cold dead hands!  I don’t know when or why that changed, since I never stopped loving to read… but experiencing a book like that again kind of felt like I was revisiting an old part of myself.

Anyway.  I think I’m sounding crazier by the moment, so I’ll quit trying to explain the unexplainable!

I did go to the kiddush today… I didn’t stay that long.  Just long enough, apparently, for Mr. J to spot me and go out of his way to talk to me.  Argh.  I suppose I appreciate the sentiment, and all, and I guess he was just trying to be “friendly,” but really!  I’m on vacation here, I don’t want to see you!  Go away!  I went away myself, instead, and went home to rustle up some victuals.  I had meant to steam vegetables, but of course I forgot; and I meant to defrost some edamame, but I forgot to do that too.  So I had to make due with lettuce and some peppers we had in the refrigerator, which, if you ask me, does not make for a very respectable salad!  Oh, well… at least it was colorful.

My parents went to see my great aunt tonight, and I decided to go along.  I wasn’t planning on it, but, and this sounds a little … morbid … she is 101 years old, and I don’t want to rue “missed opportunitites,” if you know what I mean.  So we all went — my parents, my brother, and me.  Now, for someone of her age, my great aunt is really unbelievably sharp and “with it,” but still, it makes me sad… all those years spent on this earth, and you end up having to rely on others to do the simplest, most mundane tasks for you.  I can’t really explain it very well, but I guess that doesn’t really matter.

Hopping back to last night, this part of the Turtle Mountain Experiment received mixed reviews… we tried the Snickerdoodle flavor.

Yes, indeed… this part, I didn’t love.  But the rest of it?  Uh, hello — cinnamon?  What’s not to like?!  My brother, however, is very odd and hates cinnamon… so much so that he refused to even eat more than two bites of this.  Believe me, this is a rare occurrence!  Everyone else liked it, though.  (In fact, I adored it so much that it scared the crap out of me.)  Lucky for my brother, we have quite a few flavors to work through before the chance arises of this coming up in the rotation again!

I found this picture to be extremely funny, because there seems to be a face in there — the blueberries are the eyes, and then in the middle of the bottom of the frame, it looks like nostrils.  This was a packet of microwaved oats which was then mixed with blueberry yogurt.  I haven’t had instant oats in a long time… it surprised me how different the texture is from regular oats!  The good thing about mixing in cold yogurt with hot oats is that it decreases the chances of someone like me (read: someone who can’t eat anything hot without getting burned) burning their mouth.  Always a good thing, in my book.

This photo is notable because it shows my (nearly!) rash-free arm!  Truly a cause for celebration in my world…

And on the topic of “celebrations,” this is my 199th post.  Stay tuned for a little giveaway in post #200!

Enjoy your Sunday!

White Friday

It’s unusual for me to have a chance to post on Fridays during the winter!  Aren’t you just so thrilled and lucky to be reading this, then… 😉  It’s White Friday because I avoided the madness.  Did you “do” Black Friday?  Or, as my dad told me this morning, I took part in the “Great Sleep-In.”  Apparently that’s what it’s now called when you don’t get up at 3.00 AM to wait on a crazy long line to buy something.  Oh-kay.

And guess who didn’t do any schoolwork today? … Go, me.  I rock.

My brother is making a kiddush tomorrow for my niece… as she’s the first girl after six boys, it will obviously be a bit of a major affair.  I’m not excited about this for several reasons: Mr. J attends the same synagogue that my brother does, so I am very likely going to see him.  Not something I’d choose to do in my spare time!  And I don’t do catered food.  I actually have this theory about caterer’s chicken soup… not that it’s relevant, since the kiddush is tomorrow afternoon, but still… I know it’s probably tumeric or something that makes their soup so yellow.  But I maintain that their method of making soup consists of boiling up a vat of oil and tossing in some pieces of chicken and vegetables.  It’s certainly greasy enough!  Anyway, the point is, I really, really, really am not into that type of cuisine.  If you can even call it that.  I think it would be kind of a stretch.  I need to solidify some alternate plan, here…

Anyway… I went to the gym today!  ‘Twas lovely.  Except that on my way home, it was impossible to navigate the aisles of the subway car; everyone was laden with their “bargain buys”!  Craziness, I tell you.

I also went to the library, which is a real treat because I don’t usually have time to do that in the winter, either.  I now have upwards of thirty books lined up on my treadmill… my world feels off-kilter if I don’t have a big stack of books waiting to be read!  I like to know that whatever my mood, I will have something to read that will suit it.  😉

Random question: Have you ever made your own nut butter?  I tried to make cashew butter yesterday using my mini food chopper, but it was pretty much an abysmal failure.  I can’t decide whether that’s because I only used a small amount of nuts, or if it’s because I have to stop the stupid thing every ten seconds.  I couldn’t get anything finer than little pebbly pieces of cashew, so I (stupidly) added a bit of water.  Yeah, didn’t work so well.  I ended up chucking it all.  Is there another, more practical way to do this that wouldn’t involve making a whole huge batch?!

Living on the edge, here… overnight oats soaked in yogurt with a “sell by” date of 11/26/09.  I don’t generally mind the dates on nonperishables; dairy products are clearly the exception to that “rule”!  I stirred in some apple butter spread in the morning.

The very last crushed bits from the bottom of the box of Kashi Island Vanilla… I wasn’t crazy about the biscuits, but I love this!  Would it be nuts of me to buy a box of cereal and crush it to smithereens before eating it?!  Something else I’m not crazy about: Almond Breeze.  I can take it in small amounts in cereal, but I can’t drink it straight-up… gag me.

Today seems to be a breakfast day… I don’t think I’ve eaten anything but “breakfast food”!

Oat bran, unsweetened cocoa powder, Truvia, and chopped mandarin orange slices… I cooked this in orange-flavored water, but I think that may have been a bit of citrus overkill!  True to form, I somehow managed to burn my tongue on this.  Even though it wasn’t hot anymore by the time I ate it!  One of the great mysteries of life, I suppose.

Since it’s already been established that I eat baby food, I bought this:

I would have mixed it with yogurt, but, well, I don’t have any more!  I may or may not have eaten the entire container straight-up instead.  (Well, excuse me… I’m a wee bit larger than the toddlers for whom it is intended!  Hmph.)  It was actually pretty good — kind of like a less “solid” version of Kashi Mighty Bites.  This wouldn’t work in milk — it would dissolve in three seconds flat!

Just another one of the dozen pairs of earrings I bought earlier this week.

Tonight is another phase in the Turtle Mountain Experiment; it will be the Snickerdoodle flavor that we didn’t get to try last week.

Wish me luck!  (I meant for the kiddush situation, not the ice cream… though that would be appreciated too!  ;))

Have a great weekend!

Thanksgiving Day Off

Since I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving as a holiday, I’ve decided to call it “Thanksgiving Day Off” instead.  And as totally random proof of my genius, around 5.00 PM today I found myself wondering why the mail had not yet been delivered.  D’oh.

I am now going to be extremely egocentric and recount my fascinating day off!  :p

I woke up before 6.00 AM, just like I always do.  Just like I always do, I sleepwalked into the bathroom… and then I decided that there was no way that I was getting up then.  Uh-uh.  So I hopped back into bed and forced myself to go back to sleep… and I didn’t wake up again until 9.00!  It was, in a word, delicious.

Breakfast was delicious, too!  As I’ve mentioned in the past, I usually just have cold cereal / granola, because I am always rushing and I really don’t feel like waking up even earlier than I already do just so I can have the time to make breakfast… so, especially for someone who loves breakfast fare, it’s always a treat to have the opportunity to actually make breakfast.  I decided on whole wheat pumpkin pancakes.

Success!  I made these in the microwave, just like I always make pancakes, but this was the best yet.  And I think I’m starting to sound a little too egotistical here, so I’ll stop raving about that!  The very complex recipe involved 1/4 cup Aunt Jemima whole wheat pancake mix, 1/3 cup pumpkin, an egg white, 1/2 packet Truvia, a dash of nutmeg, and several dashes of cinnamon.  I remembered that Elise once added protein powder to pancakes, and she complained that they wouldn’t stop puffing up… which would actually suit my purposes quite well, so I added 1/4 scoop of that too.  I mixed it all up with some water (I didn’t measure… 1/2 cup, maybe?), and divided the batter among four sprayed microwave-safe plates.  I microwaved them for about five minutes, stopping to shift the plates around because my crazy microwave doesn’t seem to distribute heat evenly… and the pancakes are different sizes.  That didn’t affect the taste, though.

With sugar-free syrup.  Pretty.

As a side note, I always hated that once I opened a can of pumpkin, I had to use the entire thing before it went bad… pumpkin overdose, anyone?  Yet another example of my genius: I froze the rest of the can in individual portion baggies.  Why does it take me such a long time to reach the most obvious of conclusions?!

Then I was a sweetheart and did the supermarket shopping for my mom… total sacrifice, I know.  😉  And then I braved my closet.  I didn’t do a real, full-blown cleaning… that’s just way too frightening.  Instead, I did some artful re-arranging.  This consisted of taking a bunch of shirts that should have been in drawers and not on hangers and moving them into drawers, thus making room on the rod for the shirts that should have been on hangers but were instead draped over the treadmill.  But since I had to empty out what was already in another drawer to fit these things in, I moved the original contents of the drawer to the bureau upstairs in the guest room.  And I moved a bunch of other things to the closet up there.  Have I mentioned that I have way too many clothes?!

Good old Hugh Jass… with romaine, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, Lightlife Smart Dog, roasted turnip — not a rutabaga! — and honey dijon vinaigrette.  I liked the turnip just fine, but I think I prefer rutabagas.  It’s weird how they both smell kind of bitter, like horseradish, when they’re raw, but they’re sweet once roasted!  Can you eat raw turnips?!

This must be Hugh Jass’ cousin — it’s a blueberry muffin that I pulled out of my freezer.  I label these when I put them in the freezer so that I can identify them … apparently I am blind, or dumb, or both, because I thought this was a cranberry muffin when I took it out.  Then later I wondered when cranberries became purple.  Double d’oh!  Okay, blueberry works too.

But speaking of huge, here’s Hugh Jass’ other cousin … that .60 lb Honeycrisp apple I mentioned yesterday.  The picture doesn’t do it justice, trust me.

Last night, I bought this apple butter spread:

I had absolutely no idea what to do with it, but I wanted to try it… and apparently the bananas I bought didn’t get the memo not to ripen so quickly, so I spread some of this on half a banana.

I’m not sure how much I liked them together, but I did like the apple butter.  I just wound up licking most of it off and eating the banana separately.  😉

Sorry about the horrible lighting — I’ll figure it all out one day, really!  This is zucchini and yellow squash julienned into “spaghetti” strands, and my addiction… Sonny & Joe’s sauteed eggplant simmered in water and mixed with a diced mini “meat” loaf.  It looks like sludge… but it doesn’t taste like it.  (Not that I’ve ever eaten sludge, but I just assume it wouldn’t be very palatable!)  And as a bonus, I got to microwave the “skeleton” that was left of the squashes after peeling them!  Have I ever mentioned that I love squash?!  (That was a rhetorical question.  ;p)

Somewhere along the line today, I also vegged out and watched Made of Honor.  Or, um, sort of vegged out.  I was going so stir-crazy from being sedentary that I watched the first half of it with my butt planted on my recumbent bike.  I don’t count that as a workout at all, actually, so I think I can safely say I survived a day without real exercise.  I feel like a fat lazy lump, yes, but it didn’t kill me.  Woohoo?

It was really, really lovely to not have to go in to work today.  And the best part of this is that I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, either!  My sister asked me if I want to go to Target with her… my response was pretty much Are you crazy?!  I don’t go shopping between Thanksgiving and New Years, as a general rule.  Do you put up with the Black Friday madness?

I suppose I will have to spend some time working on my paper tomorrow… it’s due on Monday.  Along with a couple of presentations.  Joy of joys!  At least the gym is going to be open again so that I can attempt to salvage what little sanity I may have left.  😉

Hope you’ve all had a wonderful Thanksgiving, whether or not you celebrate it!  Happy Friday!


Thanks for all of the “sleeping tips”!!  I’m going to have to try some variation / combination until I find something that works, because being a zombie?  It’s not much fun!

Luckily, we got out of work early today because of Thanksgiving.  Which we didn’t know until half an hour before the end of the day, but who would complain about that?  Not me!  I used my extra time to go to the photography supercenter… and instead of figuring things out, now I’m even more confused than ever before.  I can’t decide whether I should shell out the extra couple hundred dollars to get a brand-new camera and marine pack, or buy a used one… I’m giving myself a headache just thinking about it.

Jumping to a totally unrelated topic, when I first discovered Jazz apples, I got everyone addicted to them… my dad, especially.  I was telling him about Honeycrisps, and how they’re the size of my head.  He didn’t believe me.  So to prove it, I bought one that was .60 lb … he said it’s too big and that I’ll have to split it with him.  Ah, hello — I don’t like big apples!  That’s why I hogged this Honeycrisp!  😉

That’s more like it.  I’d show you a photo of the huge one, too, but I’m too lazy to go downstairs!

Because I got home earlier than usual, I had the time and patience to cook up some wheat berries.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder — I missed these!  Paired with a vegetarian “drumstick” and a mountain of steamed broccoli and cauliflower.  Is it possible to have an addiction to cruciferous vegetables?  Because I think I do…

Romaine, roasted rutabaga, roasted delicata squash, and Lightlife Steak Style Strips.  Not very colorful, but it tasted good, and isn’t that the most important part?!

So, tomorrow is Thanksgiving… and even though I don’t celebrate it, I still have the next two days off from work.  I’m thrilled about that, obviously.  What I’m not so thrilled about is the way the whole world seems to shut down on Thanksgiving.  Everything is closed.  My gym is closed.  I am feeling very, very anxious about the prospect of an exercise-free day.  I’m trying to convince myself that it’s just one day, it isn’t going to kill me… and I don’t have to just sit around and vegetate all day.  In fact, I should venture into my scary closet.  Which probably counts as a workout… just not in my book!

What I would like to do tomorrow is sleep in … until at least 7.00 AM.  That is my goal, for the time being.  And after that?  I’ll figure it out as I go along.  Don’t freak out and don’t “forget” to eat are on the list, too.

I’m guessing my “laid back” day will be in stark contrast to the dozens of people who were in the supermarket tonight… I generally go there after my appointment with my nutritionist, because it’s open 24 hours and when I go late at night, it’s not at all crowded.  Seems that a whole bunch of people have just realized that Thanksgiving is tomorrow and they have food to cook!  I do not envy them.

Snapple “Real Fact” #833: Children have more taste buds than adults.  Well, duh.  By the time you’ve grown up, you’ve killed them all!

I think I just wrote an entire post of “fluff” … I’m too tired to concentrate on anything!  Oh, well.

Have a happy Thanksgiving!

Need. Sleep.

It’s kind of funny how some days I just sit and stare at my monitor, unable to bring myself to type a single word… and other days I spew out posts that are insanely long.  I have a feeling that this is going to be one of the latter!

First of all, thank you for your sweet comments on my last post… I guess I know logically that I shouldn’t insult myself, whether it be true or not… but I am such a black-and-white person, and I’m terrified of getting a “big head,” so by that token I kind of have to believe the worst!  Or I could just not think about myself in any way at all.  That would work too.

But having to fix the effects of my stupidity (or not) and re-do things I really don’t care about, for the sake of someone else’s grade, is really pissing me off.  It is extremely unfair for a professor to assign a glut of group projects so she has less material to grade!  And even though I say I don’t care, I know I’ll be devastated if I get a horrible grade… ugh.

This has been bothering me for a while, and it seems like a bit of a strange thing to say, but it feels like I use the word I way too often on here.  Um, duh, hello — it is my blog, after all!  But still.  I don’t even know why I’m mentioning this, except for the fact that it’s driving me crazy.  (There it goes again — me!)

Ever since I booked my vacation, and got the expected reaction from my mom (“If you say you don’t have money, how can you afford to go on vacation?” — not, “How can you afford to pay for graduate school?” which is way more expensive), I’ve been fighting off the guilt of it, because I’m sorry, I just refuse to feel guilty this time.  It is my money, I worked for it, and I can do with it whatever I damn well please!  Thank you.

And since I’m such a wealthy individual, I am buying an underwater digital camera. The pictures I’ve taken until now were taken with disposable cameras, and it sucks that everything looks blue because I have no light source.  But, unless I buy an external light strobe to use with said digital camera, I’m probably going to end up with backscatter, which shows up as little black dots in the pictures.  I suppose I could always edit that after the fact — because an external light strobe is going to cost more than the camera!  I never, ever do this, but I’m looking into buying a used camera, because there is no way I can afford a brand-new one.  Still, I’m sort of lost — as I’ve mentioned, I’m not exactly the most technical person!  I think I’m going to call my local dive shop and harrass them a bit, but the problem with that is that they’re probably going to try to convince me to buy a camera from them!  If anyone out there knows anything about underwater photography, I’d love to pick your brain!

Since I just spent an inordinate amount of time boring you to death with talk of photography, I’ll jump into some pictures now.

One of the dozen pairs of earrings I bought yesterday… I randomly chose that one because it was a pretty color, but I think it’s rather neat that it’s the exact same shade as the shirt.  I always did say I am easily amused.

It was Tuesday, which means I met my friend for lunch… and this was an Epic Fail.  Reason #1: the romaine lettuce was all limp and wilted and disgusting, so I had to go with iceberg.  Reason #2: the guy manning the salad bar was stingy beyond belief… I mean, come on, I’m not paying you this exorbitant amount of money for three kidney beans, two cucumber slices, and half a mushroom!  If they’d reverse their attitudes toward vegetables and dressing, the situation would be ideal.  Sweet dreams are made of these…

Udon noodles tossed with Lightlife Steak Style Strips and broccoli, mushrooms, onions and peppers cooked in soy sauce. Ellie told me that udon noodles are superior to soba noodles… I think I agree.

I popped in to Whole Foods to test out a theory, and… look, Katie!

A proper turnip!  Apparently, what I have been referring to as a “waxed turnip” — because that’s what the sign in the supermarket says — is actually a rutabaga.  Which would explain why it isn’t white, as I’d always assumed turnips are!  And after the whole sweet potato / yam debate, I should know better than to trust supermarket signs…

Another gem I picked up at Whole Foods, because I saw it on Elise’s blog and wanted to try it:


Allow me to explain something about carbonated beverages and me: we do not get along.  They make me sneeze.  I used to make an exception for black cherry diet Mistic, but of course they stopped making that!  This, however, tastes exactly like it, so I’m willing to overlook the sneeze attack once in a while.

The cap had a lovely message, too.  Even if it isn’t exactly a reflection of my current reality!

I should probably wind up here!!  But first… I’ve been sleeping in this T-shirt since I was about sixteen.  Taking breaks to toss it in the wash probably helped to contribute to its sad fate… but it is now suitable for a creature with a third arm growing out of its right armpit.

Even though we have a relationship, I think it’s high time we broke up… so say hello to its replacement!

I’m sensing a theme here.

For some reason, I have not been sleeping well at all lately… it takes me forever to fall asleep, and I can’t seem to stay asleep.  It is incredibly frustrating.  Any “sleeping” tips would be appreciated!  When I am tired / sleep-deprived, I become very, very grumpy.  This didn’t help my mood: my therapist is moving offices next week.  Whereas until now, I was able to walk over to her office in less than ten minutes, I will now have to take a subway ride… and by the time I get there, if I just turn around and go right back to work, I’ll have used up my entire lunch hour.  I’m really upset about this, because it’s not like I can “make up” the extra time I’d be missing — I already come an hour earlier than anyone else does, because I leave early once a week to go to class.  I’m not coming to work at 7.00 AM, I’m sorry; that is just insane.  I don’t know what to do.

And that’s all there is to it.

Have a happy Hump Day… even though it’s not really a hump this week, it’s more like the bottom of the hill.