I know I’m a day late, but I hope everyone had a happy and healthy Christmas!
Let’s take a second and talk about the fact that today is Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve. Should I say it again? When did this happen? I distinctly remember yesterday being Halloween. And I’m pretty sure the day before that was the first day of classes. Obviously, someone is meddling with time and they should really cut it out because at this rate, next week will be my 30th birthday.
Right now, I should be studying since I have an 8 am final tomorrow morning. Ugh. It’s as if Rutgers purposely chose the most early and ridiculous time to schedule finals. No one wants to wake up for an 8 am, no one. Not to mention my exam is on another campus then the one I live on so I have to get up, get ready (because I refuse to leave the house in my pajamas), and make my way over to another campus, all with buses that only come every 20 minutes. Hello? I have a final I need to take and I am running out of coffee.
So I’m back, after an extended mental and emotional vacation. Believe me, it’s not as though I was off having fun. Instead I was stressing over my finals this week as well as trying to overcome the extreme grief I felt after the Newtown incident. Actually, it’s been more like an emotional roller-coaster.
Brown Butter. It deserves an award and a place in every recipe that requires butter. Or maybe I should frame some of these images and place them around my apartment in various places. That way I will always be reminded of the deliciousness that is brown butter.
Do you ever get on a music kick where you’ll only listen to one artist over and over and over again until you can recognize each song by the first guitar chord or piano notes? I’ve been on that sort of thing with Mumford and Sons for the past few months. Whenever I throw on my iPod, the only thing I have is both of their albums on repeat. I can pretty much tell which song is playing within the first few seconds.
Today, is a big day for me. Not only do I have a presentation in one of my classes on the effects of the National School Lunch Program on childhood obesity, but I also have to help my co-worker give a presentation to a client, EEK. I’m so nervous. I’ve never been to a real presentation before and I have no idea what to expect. Well, I have some idea, but what if they ask me a direct question that I don’t know the answer to? Should I cry and apologize profusely? Or just run screaming from the room? Actually, thanks to the mandatory public speaking class I had to take last year, I don’t really freak out over presentations until right before I have to speak. Then I forget what my name is.