I haven't updated this is forever. Apologies.
School has 2 more weeks. THEN I'M DONE WITH THE JUNIOR CORE!
I'm going to NYC in late May for another internship interview. And I'm not paying! Bonus. And to San Diego in a month for Christine's wedding. And then I go back to Chicago and then out to NYC for the rest of the summer in June.
Provo, you're fun and all, but I'm kinda done with you for now. Is that okay? Okay. Awesome. Glad we're on the same page.
Things I've done in recent months that should have been put up on here but weren't:
Curling. As in the Olympic sport on ice with brooms. Hilariously fun. I didn't even fall!
Archery. I felt a little bit like Katniss. So did Jessica. And in terms of competition, she kicked my butt. She'd shoot the squirrel in the eye. I'd probably get its neck.
Buttermilk Scones have become a Sunday tradition in our apartment. Even Jay makes them. Actually he makes them more often (and actually better) than I do. Sometimes they are blueberry, sometimes they are strawberry, or mango - but usually, they are chocolate, which is best. Annie thought so too. She liked them so much she proposed to me. But it was via text, so I couldn't reasonably accept.
Cookies. Oatmeal cookies. I love them. Perhaps too much.
Thai fried rice. I was on a Thai kick earlier this semester. This was one of the results.
The lake. It's one of my favorite places. And Cousin Clara was there. Double win.
Photo adventure with Katrina. Construction is a great playground.
Jay sometimes puts things in funny places. Like leaving his milk on the counter and putting his protein powder in the fridge where his milk goes.
This video has both entertained and horrified our apartment. Special juice in continually involved in conversations, and it has also been replaced with "purple drank" and "dp" - I'm pretty sure Quinton and I won't be speaking normal English after living with each other for another year. We don't really speak it now.
I made another book. I was pleased with the outcome. It needs to be sent to its intended recipient. Badly.
Ricotta gnocchi: easy, quick, yummy. Roasted red pepper pesto sauce & tomato chorizo sauces were both delicious. Christine approved. Then again, if you don't approve of fluffy cheese pillows smothered in deliciousness, then you must be crazy. Or maybe your name is Melissa, and it's okay, I'd still love you.
I listened to this song more times than I can remember. Sigur Ros is my musical drug of choice.
Dance parties have happened to these songs:
Mackintosh Braun - The Same
Just listen. It'll be fun.
M83 - Midnight City.
Interesting video, and the song is amazing.
Skrillex - Bangarang
Running to this is epic.
Foster the People - Helena Beat
So much better than Pumped Up Kicks. So much better.
Lykki Li - I Follow Rivers
Video is strange. Song is awesome.
And I made bread. Lots of bread. With rosemary and sea salt and parmesan. It was YUMMY!
This website made my cry of laughter. (Profanity in abundance, but it is hilarious). Also this has fueled me calling Cody not just by his first name but Mr. Cody. And Q and Jay and Jon have all become Mr. Q, Mr. Jay, and Mr. Jon. And Mr. is pronounced
Mista. Like I said, my English is falling apart.
Anything else that happened probably involved excel, my financial calculator, fast food, Narnia, the HBLL, the grocery store, the gym, or any combination of the above.