In a factory downtown

Tonight, the form of my procrastination is contemplating the feasibility of making dessert for the 80 people~more or less~ who will be attending the newbie "social." Problems arise in the fact that I am hard pressed for time, don't want to go to the grocery store again this week and therefore hard pressed for ingrediants, and feel some pressure to live up to the whole "I'm going to culinary school" thing...The recipes currently coming to mind are not exactly awe-inspiring.

If that procrastination was not enough I can always fall back on my search for a new computer. My computer's been less than stellar for awhile but lately it's about as inconsistent and slow as a...well a computer past its prime. My eyes are more and more giving sideways glances at apple products...that is, before the webpage freezes and I need to restart my entire laptop to make anything work...sometimes...ahhhh good times.

Freedom from the mighty sky to the ground

I should be studying for the two tests I have in the next two days. Instead I feel like checking the status of my culinary application...again...for the third time today.

It was interesting to be back at RoKS. Strange again, missing key players, but strangely reassuring...sometimes I forget that I stay in the org for more than just the people.

The sky's alive with a burning light

Like most of the other Madison bloggers, I am pretty pumped for this round of newbies...my last round of newbies (awwwww). It's good to talk to them and hear quite a few who seem ready to swan dive into the sea of AIESEC culture. Bittersweet.

Senioritis is in full effect. Schoolwork is hidden under cookbooks and other non-"mandatory" reading. But at this point I'm still walking around with a smile on my face and no hint of the "I have so much crap to do" scowl. Let's hope it lasts. Declaring pass/fail on a class worth 1/4 of this semester's credits might keep the scowl scarce.

So you act, so you feel, so you are

"How do people usually react when you tell them you're going to culinary school?...I mean, my friends are so excited but some people I talk to just don't get it."

"I either get, ' Oh that's awesome!,' 'I always wanted to do that!,' or 'Why are you still at Madison?' 'Oh really? What are you planning to do with that??'"

"I sometimes get, 'Oh well quite a waste of four years at Madison, huh?"

My mom and I had some interesting conversations while I was at home. On my way out of town I dropped the rest of my application into the mail. I should hear about it in a few weeks.

If I ever look back at Madison and think "quite a waste of four years," people have the right to smack me back to my senses.

I've pinched ya back hard

The resiliency of my plants is astounding.

Shepards get like sheep, Sheep get like shephards

I am thinking of stealing a sweater from lost and found to keep warm at work. Ridiculous. My hands are purple.

I have been noticing more and more the differences between the vibe of this semester versus last. Being lame was more a conscious decision last semester. This semester there's no "Life of the Party" Grace, no social butterfly Adam, Katie's gone every other weekend, Bruni's busy, Burbs is sick and Williams is literally gone every weekend. SO that leaves Ali and I starting out the night like we're going to go out, but then end up at the house, warm and cozy with sweatpants, shisha and OnDemand. I liked it better when it was a hard decision to be lame.

Mellow as the month of may

On a frigid day, with clear blue skies void of any clouds, my skylight offers the perfect spot in which to sink while studying...or napping.

We can only hope that I'll be frozen

Anyone in Wisconsin will tell you right now...it's cold outside. It's also cold inside my apartment. It's interesting how people change from being angry at global warming for hindering their winter season, then are angry when it's cold. It is now too cold to snow. People are hard to please.

My ideal semester has quite a bit more reading than I anticipated but I guess I should expect to do some work. I have picked up where Grace left off and have been going to yoga pretty regularly. Classes are held in a hot room, so about 5 times a week I retreat to a 100 degree room for 90 minutes of intense stretching. Makes me forget the frostbite that awaits outside...and everybody who is freaking out about it.

To be fair, it is insanely cold out.