Today it occurred to me that it might be possible for me to graduate sooner than I’d thought, but without killing myself in the process… if I take online courses over the summer, I would eliminate the need to travel an extra two hours every day, which would free up some time to actually do some coursework. It wouldn’t be easy, but potentially doable… and then I could graduate in December. My school doesn’t offer online classes, but they accept credits from other accredited institutions on a case-by-case basis. So, if I can find a school that won’t require all of the hassles involved in applying (i.e., undergraduate transcripts, GRE scores, letters of recommendation) — since I don’t even want to matriculate — that would make my life a lot easier. Not to mention the fact that a lot of the programs are about half the price of my school!! (Don’t even get me started on how I wound up in such a disgustingly expensive place. It is thanks to an “academic scholarship.”)
It’s really a futile effort, but still trying to empty the freezers.
Um. Let’s try stirring that up.
Eh. I think I prefer my own versions! This is fine in a pinch, I guess, but it was a little salty, a lot watery, and not a lot of protein at all (3g, I think).
There were also a couple of apple cinnamon mini muffins in one freezer.
With vanilla yogurt, chunky peanut butter, and cinnamon.
And an exhibit of idiocy, I guess:
Butternut squash roasted with paprika and chili powder, tofu steak, and Italian blend vegetables with Mrs. Dash fiesta lime seasoning blend. As you can see, I left the squash and tofu in the oven for way too long. I was pretty angry about that, but you know what? … There will be other squashes, and there will be more tofu. Not the end of the world.
I actually spent a lot of time telling myself something similar on my commute home today… to just chill out. I waited for a local train for fifteen minutes… during which time I watched six trains speed by on the express track. And I could have walked to the next station in less than ten minutes, but whatever. And then, after I spent all that time waiting, we stop in the middle of a tunnel due to “train traffic ahead of us.” What train traffic?! There is no train ahead of us!! Gah. I hate the MTA.
I’ve been wanting to try this for a while, but my skin is so crazily oversensitive that I’ve hardly used anything but prescription products in years… but I decided to take a chance on this because it intrigued me. I shouldn’t say anything yet, since I’ve only used it once, but so far it hasn’t done anything evil to me! Check back in a few days to see if my face has erupted. On that note, I really need to get my eyebrows threaded before my vision starts being obstructed.
There are so many things I need to do, and I just can’t seem to get around to doing them. Schoolwork is piling up, and the thought of it paralyzes me when it should really spur me into action. And I have a mountain of mail to go through, but I just don’t seem to have the time for it, and I can’t figure out why since I am not really getting anything done! It makes me very anxious when my surroundings start to get so “messy.”
So, naturally, I decide to catch up on ANTM (yeah, yeah, my guilty pleasure). Except that I can’t seem to get the full episode, which is really irritating. So maybe I should go to sleep, since I’m not doing anything useful anyway? … Oh, yeah. My hair is wet. Again.
Tomorrow, my family is going to bake matzah. When most of you think of matzah, you probably envision the squares that you can buy in the supermarket. We don’t use those on Pesach; in fact, I will probably rant about this at length over the next couple of weeks, but pretty much nothing in this house is store-bought over the holiday. We go to a special matzah bakery to make our own shmurah matzah, which essentially means “watched matzah.” (More detailed explanation of the difference can be found here.) When I was little, it was an exciting thing for me: I got to come late to school because of it! (Hey, I ought to include photo tours with these little “lessons”… bwahaha!) Then I got old enough to actually do something besides watch, and I ended up being tasked with washing the mixing bowls, which needs to be done with cold water because using hot water might “cook” the flour / water mixture and create all sorts of problems. The sink is right near the door. And we always seemed to do this on a very cold day; sticking your hands in ice-cold water with frigid surroundings? Not fun. I’m going to work tomorrow, thank you very much. (I don’t even eat that matzah; I buy my own shmurah matzah, because I want whole wheat.)
Hopefully it will not be frigid tomorrow, though. The space heater in my room has decided to stop working, so I’ve come to the conclusion that this means winter is officially over. And with that, I will go be useless some more.
Have a great weekend.
“Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.”
(At the risk of sounding extremely repetitive — I like this guy!)