I'm deceptively strong
I'm back in College Town. School deceived me by pretending to start today but not actually starting until tomorrow, so I spent the day finding my classrooms, buying groceries and textbooks, listening to Franz Ferdinand, and wondering why it's in the mid-sixties and sunny instead of cold and overcast. God, CA weather, would you get a life?
In other news, winter break was very much awesome and stuff. I was going to do an epic recap of epic proportions, but even thinking about it made me tired, and I'm guessing no one wants to read seventy-eight paragraphs about my and B1's shenanigans, so I got rid of that idea. Instead I give you:
BULLET POINTS, GO!
My winter break was made up in part by, but was not limited to:
Cookie-decorating party! In which the cookie dough got really soft really fast, "red" icing was actually orange, hot tea and cold milk were served by the bucket, and I managed to douse myself in powdered sugar only once, which was exactly eighteen times less than I'd anticipated. Around 14 of us spent an afternoon cutting out, baking, and decorating gingerbread cookies, then playing a rousing game of Balderdash. It was chaotic and messy and exhausting, but oh so much fun. That's almost certainly going on the Annual Traditions list.
Carousel! Yes, B1, B2, and I went on a carousel. We rode on camels. I named mine Gabriel, possibly after everyone's favorite Traveler (I'm not really sure). We waved enthusiastically to strangers and strangers waved enthusiastically back. Yeah, I know, you're jealous. Everyone's jealous.
Master Labyrinth! Oh my God, guys, PLAY THIS GAME. I hadn't played it in years and then my family decided to give it another go and it's SO ridiculously hard and you really need to put a time limit on how long people can spend on their turns, but it's SO MUCH FUN.
Teaching an 11-year-old how to bake! One of B2's friends is interested in cake decorating but he's never really baked before, so his parents asked if I could show him a thing or two. For an 11-year-old he's got a pretty good grasp of the basics, although in retrospect I should have chosen a cake that had flour and didn't require folding egg whites. But our chocolate hazelnut cake turned out well, and we wrote "2010" on it with hazelnuts.
New year?? Oh, uh, I guess a new decade started? Spoooky.
Sherlock Holmes! Someone please convince me not to go see this movie a second time. I loved it. So much. More, maybe, than even Master Labyrinth. Perhaps they will have to have a showdown? Any excuse for a showdown, really. Love me my showdowns.
Singing, dancing, and general shenanigans! B1, B2, and I were reunited for the first time since Thanksgiving. You better believe we spent every waking moment having crazy adventures. B1's electric guitar is now being kept semi-permanently in my bedroom. B2 was ridiculously helpful in getting the cookie-decorating party organized. Basically, the three of us turned four weeks into one giant montage of puzzles, high fives, and really lame fake insults.
And now I'm back at my apartment. My class schedule still isn't totally figured out; I'm crashing a couple of classes, one of which I'll probably get into and the other of which I probably won't. My schedule should be finalized by the end of the week, but I'm hoping it gets worked out as soon as possible so I can finish buying my books and so I can plan my time accordingly. I don't like not knowing things.
(Oh my God, my Palm Pilot WILL NOT SHUT UP.)
How were everyone's holidays?
In other news, winter break was very much awesome and stuff. I was going to do an epic recap of epic proportions, but even thinking about it made me tired, and I'm guessing no one wants to read seventy-eight paragraphs about my and B1's shenanigans, so I got rid of that idea. Instead I give you:
BULLET POINTS, GO!
My winter break was made up in part by, but was not limited to:
Cookie-decorating party! In which the cookie dough got really soft really fast, "red" icing was actually orange, hot tea and cold milk were served by the bucket, and I managed to douse myself in powdered sugar only once, which was exactly eighteen times less than I'd anticipated. Around 14 of us spent an afternoon cutting out, baking, and decorating gingerbread cookies, then playing a rousing game of Balderdash. It was chaotic and messy and exhausting, but oh so much fun. That's almost certainly going on the Annual Traditions list.
Carousel! Yes, B1, B2, and I went on a carousel. We rode on camels. I named mine Gabriel, possibly after everyone's favorite Traveler (I'm not really sure). We waved enthusiastically to strangers and strangers waved enthusiastically back. Yeah, I know, you're jealous. Everyone's jealous.
Master Labyrinth! Oh my God, guys, PLAY THIS GAME. I hadn't played it in years and then my family decided to give it another go and it's SO ridiculously hard and you really need to put a time limit on how long people can spend on their turns, but it's SO MUCH FUN.
Teaching an 11-year-old how to bake! One of B2's friends is interested in cake decorating but he's never really baked before, so his parents asked if I could show him a thing or two. For an 11-year-old he's got a pretty good grasp of the basics, although in retrospect I should have chosen a cake that had flour and didn't require folding egg whites. But our chocolate hazelnut cake turned out well, and we wrote "2010" on it with hazelnuts.
New year?? Oh, uh, I guess a new decade started? Spoooky.
Sherlock Holmes! Someone please convince me not to go see this movie a second time. I loved it. So much. More, maybe, than even Master Labyrinth. Perhaps they will have to have a showdown? Any excuse for a showdown, really. Love me my showdowns.
Singing, dancing, and general shenanigans! B1, B2, and I were reunited for the first time since Thanksgiving. You better believe we spent every waking moment having crazy adventures. B1's electric guitar is now being kept semi-permanently in my bedroom. B2 was ridiculously helpful in getting the cookie-decorating party organized. Basically, the three of us turned four weeks into one giant montage of puzzles, high fives, and really lame fake insults.
And now I'm back at my apartment. My class schedule still isn't totally figured out; I'm crashing a couple of classes, one of which I'll probably get into and the other of which I probably won't. My schedule should be finalized by the end of the week, but I'm hoping it gets worked out as soon as possible so I can finish buying my books and so I can plan my time accordingly. I don't like not knowing things.
(Oh my God, my Palm Pilot WILL NOT SHUT UP.)
How were everyone's holidays?