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ohmigod. Amber and I went to the West Side Market after class today, thinking we had until 5 pm. well, it turns out that the Market closes at 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays, so we were in the vendors' I-need-to-get-rid-of-my-produce-and-will-sell-it-quite-cheaply crush. we got half a pound of green beans, a pound of tomatoes, eight tangerines, two avocados (Amber plus avocados equals best guacamole ever), and a TRAY of mangoes. (they were two bucks.) well, the other goods are perfect for a week's worth of eating, but. . .a TRAY of mangoes, people. so we were pondering what to do with them, and I suggested putting them on ice cream. good idea, that, but Amber's was even brighter. we stopped at Giant Eagle and got our ice cream, then also snatched up
SOME CHICKEN BREASTS.
yes, that's right. mango purée on chicken breasts, grilled on the George Foreman. amazing. this was easily the best meal we've had all week, and that counts the Red Robin hamburgers we had last night. dear Amber, you win at life. love, Nick.
I had my other three classes yesterday. I'm not taking the Theories in Communication class, because a) I'm not a Communications major and it's all about research, b) I have enough work for my required classes without adding another gigantor research paper to my load, and c) the prof is incredibly burned out and bitter--rightfully so--because the Communication Studies program is being scrapped. (fuck Case. fuck it in the ear.) so, yeah, I really had neither the energy nor the desire to inundate myself with work for an elective and have my good memories of an amazing professor fade away.
simply dropping the class, however, would leave me three credits short of a degree. (yes, i'm one of those losers who, five years later, is still scrambling for credits.) so I signed up for a class Amber is taking, Cultures of the U.S.. it's an Anthro course, and I have never taken Anthro before, but it definitely seems more historical/social (NOT sociological) than just plain old humans-are-primates-let's-look-at-their-skulls science.
any Anthro majors reading this, I halfheartedly apologize.
the semester is swinging into motion. it will be my last (undergraduate). i am ready. i am driven.
SOME CHICKEN BREASTS.
yes, that's right. mango purée on chicken breasts, grilled on the George Foreman. amazing. this was easily the best meal we've had all week, and that counts the Red Robin hamburgers we had last night. dear Amber, you win at life. love, Nick.
I had my other three classes yesterday. I'm not taking the Theories in Communication class, because a) I'm not a Communications major and it's all about research, b) I have enough work for my required classes without adding another gigantor research paper to my load, and c) the prof is incredibly burned out and bitter--rightfully so--because the Communication Studies program is being scrapped. (fuck Case. fuck it in the ear.) so, yeah, I really had neither the energy nor the desire to inundate myself with work for an elective and have my good memories of an amazing professor fade away.
simply dropping the class, however, would leave me three credits short of a degree. (yes, i'm one of those losers who, five years later, is still scrambling for credits.) so I signed up for a class Amber is taking, Cultures of the U.S.. it's an Anthro course, and I have never taken Anthro before, but it definitely seems more historical/social (NOT sociological) than just plain old humans-are-primates-let's-look-at-their-skulls science.
any Anthro majors reading this, I halfheartedly apologize.
the semester is swinging into motion. it will be my last (undergraduate). i am ready. i am driven.