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I'm a Mess: College, Recipes, Bewilderment

I am determined to keep up this blog in college. Right now, I just don't have much to say because I'm a total mess.

My stuff has yet to be unpacked. I promise I'm not lazy. I can explain.

The saga of the dorm room:

I'm in a triple with my two roommates from freshman and sophomore year. Yay! :) Our room is not huge and there are three of us, so we've had to get creative with making space. Problem was, my bed was bunked on top of another bed. When I say "bunked," I mean someone thought it would be a good idea to just stack one bed on top of another. They weren't secured. There was no rail on the top bed or rungs to climb the bunk. The whole affair shook if you touched the top bed. No way in hell was I climbing up there to sleep.

So we pulled my mattress off and put it on the floor in the closet. This Tuesday, someone came in to un-bunk the beds. Yay! Now I can unpack the rest of my stuff! Except that my two big boxes are too tall to go under the bed, and we're not allowed to use bed risers. My bed is still in the closet, which I am referring to as the Bat Cave.

SIGH. I need to get my posters in the mail, too. And my coffeemaker. Otherwise, the living situation is nice. I'm not sleeping on the floor anymore.

...Then there's the senior project. ARGH. I don't even want to think about it. I'm going to audition and possibly do an acting thesis, but if I don't get that, well...I'd better start reading plays to direct.

MORE SIGHING.

On the plus side, I made mushrooms in wine sauce. It was super easy. I chopped up the mushrooms, put them in the pan with some olive oil and garlic-herb stuff, pushed them around the pan a bit, and then poured white wine on them and let them simmer for a while. The wine soaks into the mushrooms so they're succulent and OMG SO DELICIOUS. This is an especially good recipe for poor college students. It has a vegetable, so you can excuse it as healthy. It also has wine. The trick is to do it with a twelve-dollar bottle of wine (Barefoot brand is really good cheap wine) that you can either make more mushrooms with or drink the rest of later. (While eating string cheese and pretending to be classy.)


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Not my actual cooked mushrooms. My friends and I ate them too quickly to take photos.

I'll probably be talking more about recipes for the college kitchen. Cooking helps me de-stress. And goodness knows I could do some de-stressing right now. I'm a mess.

I'm also nearing the end of the CP process for The Book, so I'm even more of a mess. In a...good way? I think? It's like I'm too worried about college and my senior year and my (as yet nonexistent) senior project to even care about it right now. My Give a Shit Radar is not broken, just...put on hold. Eh, that might be a mixed metaphor...but guess what...I don't give a shit!!! WOOO!!!!

*laughs hysterically, cries, drinks more tea*

I've been working on Contracted a lot, actually. It's new. It doesn't terrify me with the amount of work it needs (yet). My writing style for this one is slightly more elevated than what I use for my YA WIPs -- not that I simplify for YA; it's just that these characters are people who speak better and pay more attention to propriety than the average teenager. However, I've found that as I stress and stay up late to write, the writing deteriorates. Or maybe...am I trying too hard?

British History to 1688 is my favorite class so far.

A friend posted on Facebook about how much fun she's having analyzing a poem for British Lit. I've taken the class. I can't wait till she gets to all the boner poems. I really want to see those status updates.

Because OF COURSE I went to college to study boner poems.

Comments

  1. I'm not casting any aspersions on your room mates at all when I say this, since obviously I don't know them, but the idea of living in one room with two people, whoever they were, would shut down my mental processes in short order. I'm a bit eccentric, of course, I know. Most people don't care about that sort of thing, but I managed to talk my way out of any roommate for most of my college experience. I honestly would have transferred if having TWO was the only way I could have stayed.

    I like mushrooms.

    To the best of my recollection, I haven't read any of the boner poems.

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    1. When I was first placed in a triple freshman year, I was a bit worried, but it worked out really well.

      Mushrooms are fantastic.

      On the subject of boner poems: we read ALL THE DIRTY POEMS in that class. There were poems about ladies' dressing rooms and chamber pots (and retaliation poems about ladies throwing nasty male poets who criticized their beauty processes out of their chambers), boner poems, poems with implied boners, and a nice long one about premature ejaculation. We had to read the entire mock epic/satire The Rape of the Lock, which is also really dirty, albeit funny. Even Paradise Lost is, though not dirty, pretty sexy.

      I can pretty much credit college literature classes with making me not feel awkward talking about sex.

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  2. My brother used to voluntarily sleep in his own closet because he's weird. I'm sure you are glad your mattress found a space! Best of luck finding more.

    It is amazing how school shifts all priorities around.

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    1. A cousin used to sleep in the shower/bathtub when they were younger. I kid you not.

      I would probably say that I still have the same priorities, just...no time to attend to them. I have to attend to things I prioritize on a lower level.

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