Left 4 DEAD

Killing zombies is my new favorite activity, alongside the old favorites: baking, sleeping, and swimming (which I've been neglecting to do since summer ended). It is a very addicting game; me and everyone in 731 have been playing this game with a dedicated fervor since we got back from Thanksgiving break. At first, I was hesitant to play because it looked really scary and I was too wimpy, but after playing it a few times, it's actually a really fun game. I never liked first person perspective video games, but now I don't mind it so much. I've gotten much better at the controls and I've really taken a liking to shooting zombies in the head. I started playing on normal today, and it feels mighty good. I wish I could play right now instead of studying. Doesn't saving humankind sound much more noble than studying for my final?

And not to toot my own horn, but I am awesome for getting Dan this game as an early Christmas gift =)

Pie anyone?

My current state of health has left me raspy, and reluctant to say much; and it reflects on my willingness to write. And so here are pictures I took on Saturday while I was making the sweet potato pies - crust and filling. Enjoy. Be back when I get my voice back.

Changing the world, one slice of pie at a time...

Okay, not really. I don't think I'd be able to change the world with pie. Maybe it's possible, but somehow I just don't think I'll be the one to do it. I might be able to the brighten the worlds of some people who like pie, but I think that's it.

And speaking of pie, I am psyched for tomorrow! Why you ask? BECAUSE, I am baking sweet potato pie for Christine's potluck tomorrow night! Perhaps it doesn't sound that exciting, but if you're a loser like me, you'd be excited too because I'm going to make my own pie crust... Yeah, I know. It's not that big of a deal, but I'm looking forward to it.

There are so many baking "things" (I don't even know how to define it) I never got to do when I was younger. My parents never used the oven much. I never really did the whole baking cookies and cupcakes for class with mommy or whatever they show on TV commercials. I didn't get into baking until I started college, when I had the freedom to experiment since my parents couldn't stop me from buying ingredients and trying recipes. And what did I discover in my freshman year? That I really enjoyed the whole domestic deal; the cooking, the baking, the satisfaction of knowing people liked what I made. I fell head over heels in love with it. And I am still somewhat enamored with it, so that's why I am looking forward to making sweet potato pie. And because I know that even if some people might not like sweet potato pie, Cindy and Dan will enjoy and appreciate it, so that's all I really need. Hahaa. Sad life -___-;;

I hope mine will look this pretty.

Screw this, I'm just going to be a housewife.

If I ever uttered, or even thought of mentioning such an idea, I think my mom would slap me up side my head and disown me.

Ok. Maybe not that extreme. But she would not be very pleased that my [almost] four years of college has led me to become a housewife. Not that there is anything wrong with being a housewife. I wouldn't mind being one. It's just that being from the kind of family I come from, I am expected to be both a housewife and a career woman. And let's throw in mom just for the hell of it. I mean, my mom is able to do all those things, so why not me? Why. Not. Me.

I am very tired. My back aches. My eyelids are screaming to be closed. My shoulders are slumped. My posture is absolutely terrible. This paper just cannot seem to wrap itself up. I've written 8 pages, and I need two more so I can finally be done with it. But I feel like I've been drained and squeezed of any possible information I can write about. Actually, I feel like all I've done for the entire paper is write from the book. I haven't really been paying attention. For all I know, I just paraphrased my sources and made it into a paper. I don't know. I think I am losing my ability to write coherently.

I hate writing papers.

I'm much better at ranting on blogger. I think.

Every driver's travel nightmare

Although I am not a driver, I can sympathize with those who had to drive yesterday because it was pure traffic hell. It took 11 hours to get back to Rochester yesterday. Not to mention, it was raining the ENTIRE trip back. Uber depressing. Dan, Oronde and I left Brooklyn around 2:40pm and we did not get back to Rochester until nearly 2am. It was ridiculous! I was (and still am) so exhausted from yesterday's trip. What normally takes about 5 1/2 to 6 hours stretched itself to a torturous and maddening 11 hours. But at least I had good company. I can't imagine how it must have been for solo drivers. I think I would have gone mad.

Here is a picture of one of the many signs we saw while we were on the highway:

I'm so tired. Monday is a long day for me; full day of classes and a 3 hour lab. Oy. And I have to finish that wretched term paper. Ugh x 1000. I can't wait for the Boar's Head Dinner on Thursday. And Thursday means that I have no term paper to worry about because I have to get rid of it by Wednesday.

Thursday, oh Thursday, can't you come faster?

Totally random tidbit: I had a macaron for the first time on Saturday, and oh oh, I think I am in love <3