I'm listening to Annie right now, so that's what's floating through my head. Ah, "Heartbeat" is a lovely song. Can't wait for her album to come out in the US...
I guess I don't blog here much since most aspects of my life have to do with food or music, both of which I already have covered. Oh, I go to school as well but I hardly seem to talk about that, eh? Isn't that mildly disturbing? Isn't that what $40k a year is going towards? Er. I don't know.
So...school. I suppose I'm learning things. I don't know if you were expecting something else. My "conversations of the west" (aka western literature) teacher said something very funny today, which means it had nothing to do with Castiglione. He somehow started talking about education (had something to do with BOok of the Courtier) and after giving an example of people who wouldn't have problems getting through school added "If you're name is Ashley then you won't have any problem getting through NYU", or something to that degree. My first thought was "huh?" and then I realized he was talking about Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen. He said that they're "studying" (he did the quote-y thing with his fingers: priceless!) at Gallatin, which is the School of Individualized Study, which in turn means that if you're determined enough you might be able to major in "squirrels and why they're so damn annoying". Anyhoo, I have no clue what the Olsens are up to (and since I've been asked enough, I'll answer that NO I have never seen them) but it was a funny random moment in class. Unfortunately, that's what I remember most out of the lecture which obviously has nothing to do with what we're studying.
Writing the Essay continues to be fun. HA HA! Not really. It's not that it's bad--my teacher is awesome, my classmates are cool--but I can't get my mind around the stuff we have to do. I'm not a writer, THE END! Rather, that's what school is making me feel like; a person that possesses as much writing prowess as an eel. A dead eel (which makes it worse than a live eel). I'm not sure why my brain hasn't developed very well but I honestly can't think deeply or look between the lines and find hidden meaning. I don't know what the hell other authors are thinking and if I did, I don't think I'd care very much. I just don't care. I SUCK!
Ah well. School will end in a few more years, hopefully. And then I'll kill myself because I'll realize that my life has no point! I'd do it now if I felt bad enough. Haha. I kid. I'm in a pretty good mood although I'm screwed for the essay I have to write about Antigone that's due on Monday. Plan for the weekend? Lock self in Bobst library, taking bakery breaks when necessary (to Moishe's Bakery, except not on Saturday because it's closed) and I guess bathroom breaks...er, yes. Also start my presentation about water for food management (I picked the topic and it's actually kind of interesting as while there are different kinds of water, you're essentially dealing with a tasteless (alright, that's debatable and now I'm using another parenthesis), colorless liquid so marketing is important) and a HACCP report for food microbiology.
But most of my time will be spent fooding and listening to music. I've been walking to and from school most days lately. I took the bus on Monday since it was raining but I walked home in the rain and went to Chinatown and back IN THE RAIN for the sake of food and burning off some of the calories.
Okay, time for food bloggin.