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Nov. 6th, 2006 08:02 pmUma secured me *4 pounds* of chickpea flour, some of which I'll use to make dinner for her (and my housemates) the day after tomorrow. I'm so excited! I'm also just positively charmed that my professor and advisor not only offered to take a shopping trip with me, but ended up picking up groceries for me! It's a good thing I hopped on that infernal 7:49 train back to Poughkeepsie this morning so I could attend her feminist theory class.
Earlier tonight I took a much-needed nap as the dark was settling outside, listening to bad mid-90s girl-power music on napster (Liz Phair, if you must know, just to see once and for all if I like her and I don't. I don't like Kristin Hersh either, or at least not the album I paid $3 for) and waking up somewhere between rested and better and disoriented and cranky. Then I made a big salty stirfry with what I could rustle up from our near-empty fridge (frozen spinach, chicken gyoza, and a hunk of tofu thrown in with oil, garlic, ginger, and soy sauce) and ate it out of a bowl while Matt cooked a piece of meat in the pan and talked with me about the upcoming spring semester.
I have plenty of schoolwork to do and I keep making lists of how to get it done and then ignoring them. Tonight I think I should read some French stories and maybe study my high-school-level GRE math book, in lieu of attempting the math homework that will ruin my night by giving me that elementary-through-high-school-crying-over-your-pencily-tear-smeared-math-homework feeling.
My mom and I have been talking on the phone fairly often these days and tonight she called while I was napping to tell me to look at the moon. Before I fell asleep I gave myself a not very good haircut that did nothing to make my flop more pleasing but oh well.
Folding laundry and "why can't you have floppy hair like a normal teenager, darling?"
Earlier tonight I took a much-needed nap as the dark was settling outside, listening to bad mid-90s girl-power music on napster (Liz Phair, if you must know, just to see once and for all if I like her and I don't. I don't like Kristin Hersh either, or at least not the album I paid $3 for) and waking up somewhere between rested and better and disoriented and cranky. Then I made a big salty stirfry with what I could rustle up from our near-empty fridge (frozen spinach, chicken gyoza, and a hunk of tofu thrown in with oil, garlic, ginger, and soy sauce) and ate it out of a bowl while Matt cooked a piece of meat in the pan and talked with me about the upcoming spring semester.
I have plenty of schoolwork to do and I keep making lists of how to get it done and then ignoring them. Tonight I think I should read some French stories and maybe study my high-school-level GRE math book, in lieu of attempting the math homework that will ruin my night by giving me that elementary-through-high-school-crying-over-your-pencily-tear-smeared-math-homework feeling.
My mom and I have been talking on the phone fairly often these days and tonight she called while I was napping to tell me to look at the moon. Before I fell asleep I gave myself a not very good haircut that did nothing to make my flop more pleasing but oh well.
Folding laundry and "why can't you have floppy hair like a normal teenager, darling?"
