"Think of Baltimore. Small city."
I've officially started the application to Mason.
I know this is going to draw a lot of flack, but it's my decision so you all can deal with it.
There are so many reasons why, it's a bit overwhelming. Coming to Mason, financially makes way more sense. Even if I don't live at home, either live in a Mason dorm or find a place for myself, it's about 4 times cheaper for me to go school in VA. But likely, I'd live at home, which would be free, making it 5 times cheaper. I would also probably go insane, so I'd like to find a place to live in with Tess or someone. Other reasons include the fact that while I love Hopkins and think I'm getting a pretty good education, I can write anywhere. No, no Glen Blakes or Alice McDermott's at Mason, but still-- I'll get writing instruction. And probably be able to actually write a lot more. Downsides include: having to take stupid requirements involving quantitative math (ick), the majority of Mason people, the enormity of it. But there's a way bigger art scene, I'm closer to my best friends and MBC, and I'll have more money for after school, where I'll probably either travel or go to a culinary arts school and get a degree as a chef.
It's a bit of a mess right now. We'll see if I get into Mason first, and then go from there. Right now, it's just an application. I'm def. finishing the year out at Hopkins. It'll take that long to convince the 705s not to hate me for leaving.
Today was filled with excessive amounts of food. And I'm so tired now!!! Absolute food coma. My aunt is going to have a baby this week. Is that insane? It is! New family. Exciting.
Although this whole birthing thing (and watching Knocked Up) has totally put me off having children forever. Meh.
Trifecta outings later. And Eva. And Tess. It's gonna be a good weekend. Only have to do one reading, write some more of my (lame) short story, and finish Sonny Liston was a Friend of Mine, which is really wonderful thus far.
Started reading Breakfast of Champions this morning. Vonnegut was amazing. Irreverent. But amazing. I don't think I bought this book though, a fact I realized after I started writing my notes in the margins. I'm pretty sure it's Sam's, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna stab me. Meh.
- hannah
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
i have
- recently gotten to catch up with LP, which was so incredible.
- laid on my back and read novels listening to great music. finally.
- gotten a decent to incredible novella idea (depending on how it develops over the next few days)
- developed a new moderate obsession
- cooked (finally), to tasty results
aaand, next weekend will see me at least one if not all three of the following:
- in NY, Long Island w/ Red for a three day adventure
- pierced through the nose
- privileged enough to have viewed Transformers at least twice.
it was an interesting day, quiet, but not. and rainy in a strange intermittently sunny way.
and now? i'm going to listen to Ryan Adams' Easy Tiger, which I've been waiting for for quite some time, and write. mwah.
Love. H.
- laid on my back and read novels listening to great music. finally.
- gotten a decent to incredible novella idea (depending on how it develops over the next few days)
- developed a new moderate obsession
- cooked (finally), to tasty results
aaand, next weekend will see me at least one if not all three of the following:
- in NY, Long Island w/ Red for a three day adventure
- pierced through the nose
- privileged enough to have viewed Transformers at least twice.
it was an interesting day, quiet, but not. and rainy in a strange intermittently sunny way.
and now? i'm going to listen to Ryan Adams' Easy Tiger, which I've been waiting for for quite some time, and write. mwah.
Love. H.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Buh-Log
Haven't written in a few days.
I never know how to do updates adequately. Blah. Shashi always writes these wonderful snippets about what she cooked. I spent about fourty five minutes today flipping through recipe books and tasting spices and then another three hours watching cooking shows (Everyday Italian and my beloved Top Chef) and cooked nothing. I was ever so pleased that Mum made steak salad though. Great God, I love food.
Bo worked me out so hard this morning. I can feel the little lactic acid gremlins churning about all excited to cripple me into a slow moving slouched weakling. But it felt great at the time. I, btw, hate push ups. I did about 1000 today, so that about fills my quota for forever. It was sad, though, b/c today was my last trainer session and I shall miss Bo. I think I'll bake him something, and hopefully it won't turn into a complete disastray. I'm thinking Nigella's chocolate cloud cake. Pretty much amazing, is what that is.
Been working for Fred for the last few days. It's only 3 or 4 hours at a time, but I'm making 10 bucks and hour. The projects I'm working on are just thinks he hasn't gotten around to doing yet, because they're time consuming or not important enough to warrant taking off work to do. I think I e-mailed Fred about 300 times today. But it's good. I enjoy working from home. I can wear whatever I want (or you know, not wear). Tomorrow I have to do car scheduling. Possibly music loading, too. But we'll see what the day brings.
Shade is coming for breakfast. I was going to do fried steak and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and Parmesan, but then I remembered she doesn't eat steak, so that's all gone to bits. There is a lovely little French cafe thing on Wilson though (the guy that owns it is like, the most typical quasi-skeezy French cafe owner imaginable). I think we'll go there. She's returning books she borrowed like... last year or something. I'm excited, but I'll be honest, I can't remember which ones they are. I'm hoping it's High Fidelity or Still Life with Woodpecker or The Cheese Monkeys, b/c I'd like to read any one of those again soon. If it's not Still Life, I'm just going to order a copy, b/c Tom Robbins is amazing.
Hung out with Kathryn last night. Glad she's in town, although she does go back to work tomorrow. Mom leaves at 5:30a to go to Mexico for four days, and Tess is in Delaware. Ugh. Also: can't go to Ocean City when I wanted to, but I'm thinking I might go visit Red in NY instead. We'll see.
So there's that. I started a short story today, about a woman whose husband dies, and the first time she goes back to visit his family. I had a really great start, with a lot of sensuality and a believable narrative voice. Then about three pages into it, I completely lost it. I hate this. Nothing is coming together in my head lately. I think it's because I've got all these other ridiculous cares going on, that once I get sorted out for sure will allow room for more sensible things. But it's a matter that could go one way or drastically another. Blech.
In a moment of weakness I called Matt last night. Bad decision. At the end, he said in this strangely strong and clear voice, "I love you, Hannah". I think I smooshed my head into the pillows and muttered either "Thanks" or "Okay". *Is retarded. I wish Tess was home. I would've called her instead, or if I'd known Mom was up, would've gone and ate ice cream with her in the kitchen. I'm such a moron, though. Oi.
Love. H.
I never know how to do updates adequately. Blah. Shashi always writes these wonderful snippets about what she cooked. I spent about fourty five minutes today flipping through recipe books and tasting spices and then another three hours watching cooking shows (Everyday Italian and my beloved Top Chef) and cooked nothing. I was ever so pleased that Mum made steak salad though. Great God, I love food.
Bo worked me out so hard this morning. I can feel the little lactic acid gremlins churning about all excited to cripple me into a slow moving slouched weakling. But it felt great at the time. I, btw, hate push ups. I did about 1000 today, so that about fills my quota for forever. It was sad, though, b/c today was my last trainer session and I shall miss Bo. I think I'll bake him something, and hopefully it won't turn into a complete disastray. I'm thinking Nigella's chocolate cloud cake. Pretty much amazing, is what that is.
Been working for Fred for the last few days. It's only 3 or 4 hours at a time, but I'm making 10 bucks and hour. The projects I'm working on are just thinks he hasn't gotten around to doing yet, because they're time consuming or not important enough to warrant taking off work to do. I think I e-mailed Fred about 300 times today. But it's good. I enjoy working from home. I can wear whatever I want (or you know, not wear). Tomorrow I have to do car scheduling. Possibly music loading, too. But we'll see what the day brings.
Shade is coming for breakfast. I was going to do fried steak and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and Parmesan, but then I remembered she doesn't eat steak, so that's all gone to bits. There is a lovely little French cafe thing on Wilson though (the guy that owns it is like, the most typical quasi-skeezy French cafe owner imaginable). I think we'll go there. She's returning books she borrowed like... last year or something. I'm excited, but I'll be honest, I can't remember which ones they are. I'm hoping it's High Fidelity or Still Life with Woodpecker or The Cheese Monkeys, b/c I'd like to read any one of those again soon. If it's not Still Life, I'm just going to order a copy, b/c Tom Robbins is amazing.
Hung out with Kathryn last night. Glad she's in town, although she does go back to work tomorrow. Mom leaves at 5:30a to go to Mexico for four days, and Tess is in Delaware. Ugh. Also: can't go to Ocean City when I wanted to, but I'm thinking I might go visit Red in NY instead. We'll see.
So there's that. I started a short story today, about a woman whose husband dies, and the first time she goes back to visit his family. I had a really great start, with a lot of sensuality and a believable narrative voice. Then about three pages into it, I completely lost it. I hate this. Nothing is coming together in my head lately. I think it's because I've got all these other ridiculous cares going on, that once I get sorted out for sure will allow room for more sensible things. But it's a matter that could go one way or drastically another. Blech.
In a moment of weakness I called Matt last night. Bad decision. At the end, he said in this strangely strong and clear voice, "I love you, Hannah". I think I smooshed my head into the pillows and muttered either "Thanks" or "Okay". *Is retarded. I wish Tess was home. I would've called her instead, or if I'd known Mom was up, would've gone and ate ice cream with her in the kitchen. I'm such a moron, though. Oi.
Love. H.
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