My favorite thing about this whole New York thing (aside from the fact that it actually happened and now my friends can get married in the state they’ll most likely end up in) is that on the handful of “OMG MORAL DECAY” Facebook statuses I’ve seen, 3/4 of the comments are along the lines of, “dude, I hope you’re kidding”.
Sometimes I’m not so afraid of my country’s future, and at the risk of sounding schmaltzy, this is one of those times.
Eating Berry Berry Kix, drinking wine, and watching my Hoos…well, do something, at least. I don’t know what my life is anymore, but I’m pretty sure it’s killer.
Do you like to cook? Do you like to eat? Are you as broke as Little Orphan Annie’s locket? If the answer to all three is yes, you might be me, but you might also be any of a number of pretty generic kinds of college students.
Faced with the ordeal of having less days worth of food than days until I get paid, I’ve been trying to figure out how exactly I can feed myself and be happy about the things I’m putting in my body, which is often a much taller order than it needs to be. Luckily, desperation begets creativity, and I think that - just maybe - I might be on to something pretty special! Y’all ready to have your minds blown? Here goes…
protein + vegetables + starch!
Cut it all up into manageable pieces, throw it in a pot, toss it with some olive oil, season as you wish (I’m fond of “southwest chipotle” Mrs. Dash, because salt and pepper are for quitters and little girls who can’t even make cereal), put that shit in a bowl/tupperware container/two hands cupped together, and eat it. Bam. Dinner. It’s so good you might even forget that you’ve only got $4.25 in your account to last you the rest of the month.* Told you it was awesome!
Overseasoned food that sort of goes together mixed up and put in something you can eat out of: the official meal of poverty.**
*restrictions apply, results may vary.
**”poverty”, as used here, refers to the state of insufficient funds experienced by college kids from families well-off enough to support them somewhat, but not quite at the level of some of the other privileged whiteys who go to their public in-state school that should have gone private decades ago. the author recognizes that such a use would probably offend those truly living under the poverty line. she’s really sorry about that, but bitching about how she can’t afford her hummus and nonfat greek yogurt would probably just be irritating.
Hiya, Tumblr! Been a while, hasn’t it? I don’t really have much to say, but since I have a French composition due at 8AM, it looks like I’m gonna find something.
Since last we spake (for realsies, not me reblogging shit), I’ve moved back up to Cville for the summer, started work, moved into my apartment, went to war with various and sundry cable/internet providers, started class, signed an armistice with said providers, and then sat down to write this small bit of fuckery. Despite the fact that I’m in class every day and working six days a week until August 6 (no of course I’m not counting down what are you talking about that’s silly), summer’s actually been pretty nice so far. I could have it so much worse than working in a box office, and French is always fun. Sure, I can’t really do much of anything until school starts in the fall, but it’s a means, you know? Or at least that’s what I have to tell myself. My apartment is wonderful, but barren. Roommate isn’t moving in until August, so it’s just me and a whole bunch of furniture. I really do hate to complain, but it’s awfully lonely.
I can’t make myself think of anything else, so I guess that’s it. Time to play “Bamboozle Professors into Thinking I Actually Know This Language”.
EDIT: Oh, here’s something! My apartment has been officially christened Thunderdome. Roommate and I will be offering Anthony Weiner (D-Our Hearts) the position of Mayor of Thunderdome within the week. One of the perks is concubines, so we think he’ll be happy.
I Have the Best Roommate Ever and Here’s Why for June 6, 2011:
Me: “re: rep. our boyfriend (d-ny)
disappointed? or kinda jealous it wasn’t you? (i’m definitely erring on the side of the latter and looking to you to lend some validity to my morally casual ass.)”
Roommate: “completely jealous. i’ve been BEGGING him to follow me on twitter. i didn’t realize it included dick pics, but damn.”