I’m beginning to feel that all of the classes that I take that don’t actually relate to my future career–quantum chemistry, for example–are just the university’s pathetic grasps at the little money I have left to my name. Stop it, guys. It’s mine.
Also, it’s November, and November is the best month of the year because Thanksgiving is here. Yeah, the holiday idolizes wastefulness and gluttony, but the food is so good. TURKEY TIEM!
Kate Beaton.
She makes me laugh so hard that I can feel my stomach eating itself, and she does so while teaching me about history and being Canadian.
Hark! A Vagrant.
So I was clicking links to random blogs, minding my own business, when I was pointed in the direction of what claims to be the worstest song evar. The creators of said song attempted to produce something truly atrocious and unappealing to the average human. If you listen to the tune, however, it’s really not that bad. Some of the sounds used–banjo, bagpipes, harmonica–are among my favorites for music. Who the hell did they poll? Jimmy McBorington? Sarah Mainstreamingham? Themselves?? These ’scientists’ totally neglected aspects and genres of modern music that many people dislike or can’t relate to, including the heavy-handed flailings of death metal bands, the unitelligible singing of various punk and indie bands, Flava Flav, stereotypical country music, minimalist instrumentals and people learning to play violin. It appears that they also ignored the music and people of non-Western cultures. Come on, peeps, do your research before making an all-encompassing claim.
Just for the record, I do kind of enjoy this song. It’s crazy enough to take my mind off of studying for physical chemistry.
In the US, it’s time for American football and school. In my head, it’s time to take a very long nap. 
Also, one of the best student-foods ever has to be baked potatoes: cheap, easy to make, loaded with potassium (if you eat the skin) and way customizable. I LOVE YOU ALMIGHTY POTATO!
…but I still dreaded it.
Today is my last day as a teenaged North American. It’s kind of exhilarating, in a way that is both pleasant and vaguely disturbing.
I think I will bake something to celebrate.
I’m so excited for spring; I want to see the pretty crocuses and tulips and violets, and not have to wear three layers when venturing outside. For now, I’ll just draw pictures of pretty flowers and plan mybirthday. This year will (hopefully) be a tea party. 
…I posted about my pre-Christmas excitement. The gift that I gave my mother (with my siblings, of course) was a butt-whoopin’ stand mixer with 700 watts o’ power and multiple non-stick-cast-iron attachments. The giftee seemed to enjoy it, and we held the inauguration the week after Christmas when we made chocolatechip cookies. Later that week, I made s’mores brownies; holy WOW, they were coma-inducingly delicious!
The individual for whom I created gifts received a 9-foot fleece blanket covered with penguins, a hand-made football-shaped pillow, and a decoupaged box for the love letters that I’ve written to him. He gave me a pair of slippers, Spore: Creatures, and two football jerseys for my favorite team (eff yeah, Huskers!) with my favorite player’s number (Suuuuuuuh!). His mother was sweet enough to give me a gift, and it may have been my favorite: a Rachael Ray cookbook. I love cooking, AND I love eating food, so a gift that offers the pleasures of both is very welcome to this little blogger.
On another note, I made some awesome aprons over the all-too-short winter break. I may have to put up a picture or two.
PS: Anyone know how many dashes I used?
…but my clothes will stay clean when I’m cooking. I drafted an apron pattern for my mom today and I tested it on this fun stars-hearts-rainbow-cloudpuff patterned fabric. I just need some lace for the bottom edge and it will be perfect.
I’m excited for Christmas, but at the same time very nervous. This is the first year I’ve
A) purchased a gift for my mother, and
B) crafted something for someone I care about.
I still have to finished putting everything together, and I’m a little scared that it won’t be done in time. I keep freaking out about what I’ll do if I don’t get done in time, but I guess it’ll be exciting to find out, right?
Merry Christmas, my lovelies.
I’m not really a winter person—the sub-zero temperatures and frigid winds make me quite sad—but I love watching snow. The flakes look like powdered sugar being sifted over some freshly baked brownies, slowly concealing the gooey, chocolate-hued surface below. It’s a wonderful, soothing thing to see.
