Cooking up some arroz con leche for this snowy yucky day & making a roast chicken later - maybe if I'm not a lazy bum I'll take pictures and actually pick this blog up!

snowpocalypse?

Work was cancelled, then school was cancelled. Thus, today shall consist of me dressed like the bummiest college student that ever did bum, rewatching season 1 of Lost on G's couch, maybe cracking open The Odyssey and hopefully building an igloo with Drossome et al.

This is my first snow day in four years.. HOORAY!

in which julie wants to major in zeus boning lots of chicks

Well I've been thoroughly engrossed in schoolwork for the past few weeks - and I must say, I'm (surprisingly) enjoying it (save for New Student Seminar, which is a stupidfest and waste of my life).

My English class is okay - nothing to write home about, actually. It's your basic freshman English: not everyone in there is a proficient writer. Actually, I'd wager that refers to most of the class, judging from some of the topics the professor is covering. Regardless, it's a nice little refresher course for me, having been out of the intellectual-writing-learning game for quite a few years.

But Classical Mythology.. hoo boy. Classical Mythology.

The course was initially labeled as simply "Mythology," so I expected that we would be studying a wide range of myths. I have to admit, I was slightly disappointed when I discovered the actual name of the class - I never was too interested in Greek or Roman mythology. I've always gravitated heavily towards the Celts and Norse mythology, perfectly to leave the Greeks and Romans where they lay. Silly me.

I need to post things but I have no time!

argh!

wherein julie tries not to eat a whole tray of brownies and almost fails

So I've noticed that this blog has had pretty much no baking adventures whatsoever and is all about boring school stuff so far - well, yes, I've been baking, but I either keep forgetting to take pictures (I love gorgeous food shots) or I can't sit down long enough to write a post about it. I'm too busy eating. Rest assured, there shall be food stuffs aplenty, once I settle in.

I'll tell you about my real first class (you know, the kind where the teacher actually decides to show up) tomorrow, but it's past midnight, and I'm hungry. Right now, we're talkin' brownies.

do-over

I'm waiting in a classroom with no number on it (Upon entering, each student asks "Is this room 172?" which garners a collective "muhhhhhhmeh," apparently the college students' word for "yes"), a minute to 12, one past, two past, five past.. and suddenly a woman comes blustering in. At first she sounds like she's out of breath, but after a minute, we realize that's just how she talks.

"Hello, hello.. is this English Writing 105 section... whatever? It doesn't matter. I'm the director of English Writing. Class is cancelled. You had one teacher, but I stole her. I put her in another class. Your new teacher didn't know he was assigned to this class until this morning, so... you can all go home."

So instead of going to class I got Thai food for lunch. It was excellent.

both feet

First class in 3.5 years commences in less than 3.75 hours.

Nervous as all hell.

More once my heart rate subsides a wee bit.