Eyes are popping out.
Thanks, earache and sinuses.
My head will explode.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Thankscooking
This year my mother has to work on Thanksgiving. All day. I'm not even going to see her.
Ergo, this year I will be cooking Thanksgiving dinner. All of it. By myself.
It's true that I love to cook, but I'm more of a pastry chef: cookies, mousse, pie, and crab dip. If it's brutally fattening, it's probably my specialty. But tomorrow it'll be potatoes, vegetables, and
THE BIRD.
Even for a small family dinner, a relatively small clucker will demand hours of attention. I'll have to stick my hand up it's tail to clean and stuff it, then season, baste, and bake. Thank god this isn't the colonial era. I'd probably be plucking the damn thing right now.
Oh heck, I just realized I have to figure out gravy, too.
It's times like these that I wonder if tradition is so necessary. And yes, I appreciate Mum that much more. Happy Thanksgiving, all.
Ergo, this year I will be cooking Thanksgiving dinner. All of it. By myself.
It's true that I love to cook, but I'm more of a pastry chef: cookies, mousse, pie, and crab dip. If it's brutally fattening, it's probably my specialty. But tomorrow it'll be potatoes, vegetables, and
THE BIRD.
Even for a small family dinner, a relatively small clucker will demand hours of attention. I'll have to stick my hand up it's tail to clean and stuff it, then season, baste, and bake. Thank god this isn't the colonial era. I'd probably be plucking the damn thing right now.
Oh heck, I just realized I have to figure out gravy, too.
It's times like these that I wonder if tradition is so necessary. And yes, I appreciate Mum that much more. Happy Thanksgiving, all.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
After All of That--A Bit of Hope
As my last post indicated, it's been a long month. And this week, the sun returned and everything brightened.
Many of my grad school application fears have been allayed (thanks Mom & Aubrey). I'm still running late, but just have to get this stuff done and talk to some profs about recommendations. And I just found out that the head of my current English department knows the head of my prospective English department. When I say "know," what I mean "is really good friends with." She has offered to put in a good word.
Also, Corey held auditions this week for his directing thesis. Dozens of people showed up because it's Corey, and it's dark comedy, and who doesn't want a piece of that? Auditions were a lot of fun already (I love reading plays aloud), but I'm excited to report that I've been cast as Helen!!! She is the (truly) crazy mother, who is definitely not cut out for parenthood. It's an awesome role, and I will work my hardest to do the part justice.
Related news: Corey won the Student Comedy Competition and opened for the visiting stand-up comedian today. And he truly kicked ass. And the people loved it. And God said that was good.
Still, after all of the week's excitement, nothing was as surprising as what I found in my living room on Thursday: life.
I have a curly willow tree, left over from a botanical arrangement from an art gallery's inaugural exhibition. It is a branch. It was chopped at the stem. It had no reason to live, despite sitting in a vase of water for three weeks and spitting out the tiniest little root.
The art gallery director swore it would grow, a promise I held onto desperately, even as a deathly brown dryness crept down the green branch. Yet, on Thursday, this is what I found:
Leaves! Ergo, life!
And my suitemates laughed at it.
There is hope for all things.
Many of my grad school application fears have been allayed (thanks Mom & Aubrey). I'm still running late, but just have to get this stuff done and talk to some profs about recommendations. And I just found out that the head of my current English department knows the head of my prospective English department. When I say "know," what I mean "is really good friends with." She has offered to put in a good word.
Also, Corey held auditions this week for his directing thesis. Dozens of people showed up because it's Corey, and it's dark comedy, and who doesn't want a piece of that? Auditions were a lot of fun already (I love reading plays aloud), but I'm excited to report that I've been cast as Helen!!! She is the (truly) crazy mother, who is definitely not cut out for parenthood. It's an awesome role, and I will work my hardest to do the part justice.
Related news: Corey won the Student Comedy Competition and opened for the visiting stand-up comedian today. And he truly kicked ass. And the people loved it. And God said that was good.
Still, after all of the week's excitement, nothing was as surprising as what I found in my living room on Thursday: life.
I have a curly willow tree, left over from a botanical arrangement from an art gallery's inaugural exhibition. It is a branch. It was chopped at the stem. It had no reason to live, despite sitting in a vase of water for three weeks and spitting out the tiniest little root.
The art gallery director swore it would grow, a promise I held onto desperately, even as a deathly brown dryness crept down the green branch. Yet, on Thursday, this is what I found:
Leaves! Ergo, life!And my suitemates laughed at it.
There is hope for all things.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Hell...Month?
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This is how I feel.
Actually, I'm finally over it, but I was in a bad mood for...a long time, actually. Culprits for such a mood include rain, the GRE Subject Exam, general unhealthiness, procrastination, and fluorescent lighting. After having three bad weeks, I realized it's just been a bad month (Sorry to those whom I growled at).
But then Aubrey visited Claire and me, and we had an excellent weekend (excellence includes bargain-hunting books & clothes, watching bad movies, and drinking Izze juice). And tonight I auditioned for Corey's play, which was super-fun. Readings are fun. Hooray for friends!
That's all for now.
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This is how I feel.
Actually, I'm finally over it, but I was in a bad mood for...a long time, actually. Culprits for such a mood include rain, the GRE Subject Exam, general unhealthiness, procrastination, and fluorescent lighting. After having three bad weeks, I realized it's just been a bad month (Sorry to those whom I growled at).
But then Aubrey visited Claire and me, and we had an excellent weekend (excellence includes bargain-hunting books & clothes, watching bad movies, and drinking Izze juice). And tonight I auditioned for Corey's play, which was super-fun. Readings are fun. Hooray for friends!
That's all for now.
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