Are you all getting tired of my random little thoughts and lack of recipes? I promise I’ll be back as soon as finals are over… in the mean time it’ll be my random, stream of consciousness little posts whenever I need a break from studying. BLAH!

So yesterday, I ran into a friend who was telling me that he and his girlfriend got back together… they had broken up a couple weeks ago, but decided to give it another shot. He then said, that this was how it went, you break up five or six times before you really just put an end to it. And since it was only their 2nd break up, they were still going strong. Which I thought was interesting, because I’m the exact opposite. If the words “it’s over” or “break up” even come out of my mouth or the guy’s mouth – it’s over. I just think that if those thoughts cross your mind, then it’s not working out. Because, if it is meant to be, I think you would want to stick together and fight together no matter what. I think a relationship should be like family… no matter what you are always together. So, if one person were to think they wanted to let go… then they aren’t the right one. I know it’s a hard standard to live up to, but I would rather be without someone, than someone who will give up when it’s hard. All of the hardships we endure, make everything else that much sweeter… so if someone isn’t willing to get over those hard bits, I don’t think they are worth it.

I haven’t been cooking or baking since I have been inundated with work for finals… why is that I know I’m going to be screwed at the end of the semester, but I still procrastinate? Why? (I know the answer!! Because I would rather run and do fun stuff! Because it’s better to be miserable for 3 weeks cramming, than to be miserable the whole semester!!! Haha)

Anyway, on Sunday I bought handmade ravioli at the farmer’s market from this adorable man. I put them in the freezer so I didn’t have to worry that my utter domestic neglect would ruin it… and I had some yesterday. It was so delicious. I didn’t have sauce, and even plain these little beef and spinach ravioli were sublime. So good. I’ll post pictures and more detailed reviews and the name of the gentleman later, but I did want to share that!

I also bought a chunk of garlic cheese, I’ll also post pictures of that later, and it was so good. I ate half of the block standing at my counter after my run last night.

Yeah… that’s all I have to share. (See how crazy you get when you spend 75% of your day inside reading boring shit about police arrests and warrants and evidentiary relief?)

I was once told that I have the weirdest combination of talents. Personally, I don’t think it’s so weird. Anyway – these are my talents and some of my flaws… what are yours?

1. I am excellent at applying false lashes. I almost never wear make up, but I’m awesome at applying false lashes. I’m pretty good with make-up in general, but lashes are absolutely my forte in the make-up department
2. I am awful at making scrambled eggs. I know, it’s so simple. But I can’t get it right. Mine are either runny, burnt, rubbery, or a combination of all three.
3. I know how to mow and edge a lawn. When I was in college, my dad was traveling a lot and the yard was getting out of control… so I took over the mowing and edging. Turns out mowing the lawn is pretty therapeutic, and I’m pretty kick-ass at it too.
4. I have a knack for remember random facts about people. I remember that I met Vince, a Korean War veteran back in 7th grade. I remember that the lady sitting next to me on my flight to DR three weeks ago was called Annie, and it was her wedding anniversary on April 2. I remember my middle school crush was born on October 11 and lived on William St.
5. I am terrible with maps. I have a good sense of direction and place, but when it comes to maps and figuring out the route on the map – I haven’t the faintest clue. I get confused. I don’t know which way is up or down on maps.
6. I know how to solder silver, and I have a wicked touch when it comes to a propane torch.
7. One extremely hot summer, my parents and I painted the garage, so I’m pretty good at painting walls and ceilings.
8. I’m clumsy when I walk. I’m much better running. But yes, when I walk I fall all over the place. I’ve skinned a knee on completely flat ground wearing sneakers because I tripped over my own feet.
9. I am good at eye-balling height and weight on most people. I’m normally not off by more than an inch and 5 pounds.
10. I am not good at leaving anything alone. Hand me tweezers, and I will tweeze off all my eyebrows. Nail clippers? I’ll cut until my nails bleed. I don’t know what it is, but I just have this urge to keep going. So, I stay far away from tweezers and any cutting instruments.

And on that note…. Back to work!

I stayed up all night… I have never felt so great!!! Sometimes I think when I sleep too much, my brain gets cloudy. And since I have slept more than my fair share this week, I think some awake time did me good. I feel much more alert and sparky!!! 🙂 Anyway. I baked some awesome banana bread last night, and after I tweak the recipe a bit, I’ll be back to share. In the mean time. Outtakes from my overnighter!

I try not to skip any meals, but this gets increasingly difficult when the semester winds down and I’m clocking 12 hours at the library and another 4 odd hours rolling around in pages of notes at home. This semester, on top of all of my studying, I have saddled myself with an impressively heavy running schedule to make sure I am in good running form by July 31. So to help make my schedule a little easier and reduce the amount of take out sandwiches I wolf down at the library (because there is no lady like way to eat a sandwich while frantically studying), I premake a lot of the fixings for my lunches and dinners. Earlier this week when my brain needed a break, I sat down and folded 20 spanikopita triangles, brushed them with butter and froze them. I also made myself 35 beautiful chicken and zucchini dumplings, also frozen and cheerfully waiting to be boiled. Then I steamed some chicken and stored it safely in the fridge for the whole wheat wraps I make. I stocked my fridge with frozen corn, spinach, and edamame. I made 4 cups of pearl barley, which I turned into a salad of sorts (see my Bulgar wheat salad from last semester) with tons of tomato, roasted red pepper, olives, and good feta cheese.

Anyway – since I don’t have anything recipe related to share, I’ll share staples that I have in my fridge

• peanut butter – for cookies and noodles. I don’t really like pbj sandwiches
• yogurt – the regular kind, I hate the mushy and gushy texture of the low fat varieties. And plain flavored. The weird pretend strawberry kind creeps me out, and the other flavors just taste like vomit (sorry… am I ruining it for you?)
• Italian salad dressing – I really like Italian. I make a kickass balsamic vinaigrette, but I always have this salad dressing out of a bottle in my fridge.
• butter – even when I’m not baking, I always have good butter in my fridge.
• frozen corn – because I love corn… I put it in everything.
• edamame – in the shell. I like having a plate of steamed edamame on the counter while I study, so when I’m distracted and want to eat something, at least it’s just edamame
• black beans – for wraps and chips
• water – I have a huge Brita filter. I keep it filled and chilled.
• coke – the regular kind in the red cans. I confess, even though I know it dissolves my teeth and doesn’t help with running, I love coca cola. Specifically in the can with a straw, absolutely frigid cold.
• beer and wine – right now I have Blue Moon and some inexpensive white wine. But I always keep a little beer and wine, just in case I want a drink with my dinner. I normally have Jack Daniels, vodka, and tequila too – but since I’m running more intensely, I’m cutting down the amount of hard liquor I consume.
• eggs – I occasionally like fried eggs on toast, or hard boiled eggs. I like the brown speckled kind. They’re cuter.

Righto… back to studying!

I am an epic story teller. As a kid, I used to be reprimanded for making up these elaborate stories based on a single, very small grain of truth. I once convinced my older sister that there was a student named “Tape” in my first grade class, when in fact his name was Chase. But that didn’t stop me. I don’t know why I told these stories, maybe I liked the captive audience, or maybe I was simply bored with the mundane. I read fantastic tales and told the same to my friends around me. I still have a penchant for a good story, a good laugh, and I am notoriously transparent about any embarrassing stories. But, then there is a the matter of this blog. I hesitate to write a lot of stories here because I’m just not sure who is reading… and in the off chance a friend stumbles across my blog – I don’t want them to be embarrassed. I’m not one to be embarrassed easily, but I’ve been told that I often embarrass my friends because I simply say what I think. I try to keep stories about my friends to myself, and try only to tell stories about myself. And, as a hyper critical person, I try to keep my criticisms to myself also because I know that my caustic sense of right and wrong, stupid and smart, and worthy and worthless is often taken poorly.

So, I hope you enjoy the endless hours of stories and criticisms of… ME and only ME. But now you know why… not because I’m horribly egocentric (maybe just a little), but because I considered what my friends might feel should they read my little slice of honesty on the web.