So obviously I don't ever go back and update with recipes. Or anything remotely interesting for that matter. And strangely enough, that doesn't really bother me.
Life is interesting. Pretty sure there's an air-borne mold living in my dorm room. That's tasty. Found a white mold with a red stain in my humidifier filter. Let's just say that the air will be a bit drier for awhile. But, that would explain the insane reaction my bod's been having (ie this whole not getting over bronchitis, continual post-nasal drip, croakiness, fatigue from fighting off infectious bugger, et cetera). Yeah, this whole sick thing is definitely not working. Last week was alright, but it got worse this week again, starting with last Saturday...probably partially thanks to my bus commuting computing errors that put outside in blustery heavy snowfall for at least an hour. Yeah, that shopping trip did not go as planned.
My logistics were solid...but one of my route maps wasn't. Basically, I missed three buses and ended up in a nearby restaurant eating a chicken sandwich and sipping a pomegranate martini. Major props to my friend who came and rescued me. (So wish I had my car! But then, if I'd had my own car, I would not have had the excellent, albeit somewhat oversized & overpriced, martini.)
Right now I have gorgeous pink stains all over my left hand from the juice of fresh cranberries. I wonder if it will come off?
(I made a very high fiber high protein cookie with cranberries, a hint of orange and some miniature chocolate chips. They're not bad, especially considering that one of the main ingredients is Kashi GoLean...a cereal that when I first bought the box, I though might like. I was sadly mistaken.
But less about food, more about...oh I suppose I shall have to do.
Anyhow, choir leaves on tour today. In a mere 6.5 hours I will have to be packed and reported to the headquarters of campus ministry to help load our bells and accoutrements on the bus. Yep, it's a handbell choir. I play the top octave (Dflat7 to C8) and our lowest C & D (which are bigger than my head); however, I don't get to play both ends of the spectrum in the same pieces, so it's not too hectic. What is hectic is figuring out how to fix my life. The academic bit, anyway. The rest of it seems to come with a personalized, to-the-minute, freely updated guidebook these days (available via ... something about a cobweb covering the planet. Sorry, didn't really catch that part...) No, but I have royally screwed up my French class (again - what is it with me and la langue francaise?!) - my 9th year of French and I can no longer manage to right a two page essay?I'm thinking it may be time to drop the class and the major. Because I am just not up to snuff for that class. But registration wouldn't let me go any lower, despite my attempts at reasoning with them. So. Yeah, anyway, I basically just had this paper due Wednesday, and I've never turned it in. I shouldn't be so terrified of a professor, but I am. I'm scared of all of them actually. Which is silly, but the truth.
Another truth? I should have done at least one additional model out of polyurethane foam in the industrial design workshop before Wednesday, certainly before today, and I just didn't. I could easily have made the time (if I had slept at night instead of through classes or done work instead of casting myself into the horrible netting of internet flash gaming...it's so terrible! why do I do it!? because I don't have real friends to play with and I'm avoiding my academia. but that's a topic for another time), but I never did. So I should be showing up to that class in like 45 minutes, but I'm thinking I may just not go at all this week...I'm really tired. And if I'm gonna have to ring tomorrow, er today, then I should at least have some sleep, or I won't be able to focus on the notes.

Wowzers. I'm totally going all first-half-of-the-twentieth-century-author-who-gets-longwinded-and-convoluted on you...sorry. In any event, that end of life is kind of "waugh-waugh"... Well, then again, if I think about it, I guess my other spectra are going that way too. Totally bombed an important event appointment I promised a friend I'd do - that wasn't good. Have been increasingly homesick and nostalgic lately. Eugh. But in the cheery news section, I do believe that I found my stolen bike, complete with a new university registration and attached to a bike rack on the southern quad. They replaced the handlebars and the wheels. I'd love to get a good look at the registration numbering - see if it's been switched out/around etc. But then agin, the person currently in possession probably wouldn't know due to lack of involvement in the crime's perpetration. Most likely they bought it from a local bikestore who bought it off some lowlife scumbag fencer of cheapass goods. (Really, when you could take any of the many awesome and worthy bikes on this campus, you choose the huffy ventura in need of chains, handlebar grips, poslishing, seat cover and wheels? And then you don't even frankenstein it? Just replace half the broken parts? That's so stupid!) Anyway, need to file a report and then can find out if that really is my bike or some bizarre coinkydink. (I am somewhat annoyed that this blog's spellcheck does not recognize the veritable word "coinkydink"...that is rather sad.)

I don't really think there's anything else to say right now.

Here's hoping the squirrel's tail grows back!

Ciao,
Ren