Quote Time

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

- Sylvia Plath

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

- Virginia Woolf

Ray of Sunshine

(even when it's snowy outside.)

Lately

I have insomnia.

I rarely have insomnia,

only when a lot is on my mind.

There is much on my mind.

So, to distract myself, I bake.

I baked over 6 dozen cookies.

And still, I can't think straight.

(ihatethis)

Cookbook Fantasies

Mmm... A lot of my Christmas break reading has been, surprisingly, through cookbooks. I already have two Bon Appetit ones that have been wonderful. So hopefully, I'll be able to make some amazing stuff. I already made chocolate sandwich cookies with peppermint buttercream, as well as Eggnog sugar cookies, complete with homemade icing.

These two cookbooks below are "on my list" to read and stuff like that. It's funny, the older I get, the more of a foodie I am. Just wait until I'm like 50! It'll be fantastic! Things in life come and go, but good food is for always.

Delish.

True True True

…O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.…

- W.H. Auden

Just To Say...

Finals are over and I am not sitting on my bed,

in Philadelphia. I'm probably not going to be updating

this for a little bit, just to give myself a little bit of a

break and to think over some stuff in my life.

The good thing about being home is that it

provides for some introspection and lets

me think inward and re-organize my life.

So adios blog-o-sphere.

I'll see you when I see you.

Midnight Yell

At UCLA, there is a tradition each and every quarter: midnight yell.

At the stroke of midnight, hundreds of college students, studying

for their finals scream collectively at the top of their lungs.

It's meant to release some tension and stress from all the

studying that's been going on this week.

Oddly enough, if you close your eyes and take in all of

the screams, it sounds a bit like a torture scene from

a horror movie. That oddly mirrors what studying for

finals is all about. And as a bonus, it's pretty

cathartic, given all the circumstances of life in

which I find myself.

When there's nothing else to do, screaming just

may be the answer. To all of my fellow Bruins,

study hard and good luck.