I began this Monday determined to not let this coming week even slightly resemble my last two weeks. Because they were horrible. So far my plan is coming along quite nicely, and as I write this I am wrapping up a neatly planned out, tidy day. I woke up at a reasonable hour this morning to make the time to do my German homework, which I did promptly after rolling out of my bed [It's really convenient, my desk is about two feet away from my pillow], and began my day already feeling as if I accomplished something. It's a really lovely feeling, being awake when everyone else is stirring and eating breakfast. My roommates and I chatted contentedly for a while, then all went our separate ways. The whole day has been like that. I took my mother's advice and decided to just bite the bullet and do my work instead of putting it off, so right after class I sat down and did ALL of my homework at once. It wasn't that bad at all, actually. The weather has provided absolute felicity in all of our spirits, and so after opening the door and windows I sat down with some books, some apricot tea, and El Obo's Demo CD. Homework has never been that refreshing. I'll do it again tomorrow.
I made a horrible cake tonight. The cake itself didn't taste bad at all, but following in customary Hannah Parish tradition, looked terrible. My family will understand the humor in this when I tell you that it was a strawberry cake. Thankfully, this strawberry cake didn't meet quite the same dense fate as the first one, but still can be checked off of the list as another cake mishap. My culinary future is certainly not very promising at this point.
As a side note, I really enjoy walking through my apartment complex at night, especially in the warmer months. People sit out on their balcony's or in their living rooms with windows open, listening to music, grilling, and sharing small talk. As I walk through the courtyards it is very reminiscent to scenes from Rear Window, minus the whole bitter wife-killer part.
And that's all I have folks.
-HP
2 comments:
Recently, my luck with cooking hasn't been so good either.
Last night I attempted some sort of baked chicken without a recipe. Words cannot describe how grotesque it was. I didn't even try to eat it, I just dumped it straight into the trash.
This morning I made biscuits. When I was pulling them out of the oven, my suspicions of someone putting all-purpose flour in the self-rising flour container were confirmed. Those are going in the trash too.
And so ends my culinary winning streak.
Was the cake from a box? What happened? Your daddy would love some.
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