So today I handed in a 30 pg paper that totally broke me (I mean this literally, my wrists were throbbing and my back was broken) but today it left my hands and my life.
Good day then? yeah no. It's like a F-ing hurricane outside, my cute and styled hair got blown to smitehrens (or rather flatness), and both my phone and my aunts car felt the eed to shit themselves this morning (do I note the hypocrasy of using the PC F-ing and the unPC shit within a paragraph....yes....but I'm tired so screw you). Marilous battery is running low apparently, and now does not feel it should start on the first try anymore. and my phone cannot be touched without it selecting random actions on the screen, some of which apparently involve me buying things. I basically hate everything right now
SO I went on CHOW, figured I'd find something fun to cook. and what do I find:
Potato-turnip duck-fat latkes
The jury's out on whether I think this sounds heavenly or likely to block all of my blood passageways with congealed evil, but I'm leaning more to hte former.
That being said, I wanted to give you a heads up that to celebrate my freedom from academic hell (assuming the car starts and I can get home) I am cooking a delicious dinner for my Tiger who, like the amazing boyfriend he is, came over last night, brought paper corrections, hugs, back rubs AND took me for a "get better-stop drolling" ice cream....are you jealous....you really should be!!!!
We will then be joined by Ms. Kate for a brew (the same Kate who was also going to give me corrections and as the result of a snafu with the internets didn't get it but was still willing to read my thirty page miasma even at a late hour)...seriously, what did I do to deserve people like these.
Let's just say that a little reflective thinking has gone a long way, especially when I feel like I am getting Karma-ass-fucked only to find I am actually a lucky girl (stupid perspective)
So on the menu:
apple, fennel, endive slaw (it will be pale and crunchy)
and maybe burgers (maybe even with the BBQ and blue cheese I made like 9 years ago for this explicit purpose)
and this will be enjoyed with one of the delicious beers I got with my dad the other day.
Wait Alexandra! what beers?
haha funny you should ask:
the other day we took Marilou to her friends so they can go to France (I KNOW!! I hate her too! stuck here studying and she's drinking wine, eating cheese and being surrounded by all manner of noted modiste ....I hope she has an awesome time BTW, my harshness is disingenuous) and after we dropped her, my dad insisted we take a trip to this beer importer. There we picked up some interesting brews: I got a Polish one, one called three philosophers, and one with an angry Santa on the front. Yeah
I think 3 philosophers will be enjoyed tonight, but the Santa one may be enjoyed when Chris and I endeavorer to make our post-modern gingerbread house
Wait what?
Chris and I are thinking of making a mid-century, or post-modern gingerbread house inspired by an acura commercial and I am pretty excited about it!
Ok enough discombobulated rambling...Goodnight dear friends.
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