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* Made American Appetizer dinner for everyone:
Potato skins: http://www.chow.com/recipes/29404-basic-potato-skins
Jalapeno Poppers (finding peppers is SUCH a bitch in the UK, I swear, these totally weren't right, AND didn't cook thoroughly
enough--still tasty, if too spicy for the English): http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/best-ever-jalapeno-poppers/detail.aspx
Breaded Mushrooms (while easy, these weren't actually very /good/, so maybe fuck Jamie Oliver): http://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/member-recipes/Breaded%20Mushrooms%20with%20Aioli/1431
Buffalo wings (cheated and used pre-made chicken tenders from Iceland b/c SO MUCH CHEAPER than buying chicken. Shame. Also bought bread crumbs pre-made for the mushrooms. No longer respect myself):http://www.chow.com/recipes/28068-easy-buffalo-wings
* Still had to go like to four grocery stores though. Annoying errandful day--had to talk to fam, make a lot of food, do a lot of shopping, clean, do laundry, find and instal a water filter, deal with my Uni re: that cultural studies grade, email Kasia about a council tax exemption and the tenant for the downstairs, return to the post office all the mail for people who no longer live here, get deadbolt keys cut for Katy and Jo, blah. Felt very low and incapable of affect--read stuff trying to feel something, but no dice. Found it very difficult to work in that state--I couldn't really like things enough to have an opinion on them/sense what worked. I mean it's fine, I'll do the work tomorrow, my schedule's largely fine, but was annoyed.
* I really hope this isn't a crushing depression I managed to wrestle down because I didn't have time for it while I was getting this degree reasserting itself. I do not really have time for that bullshit, I have so much STILL to do.
* Saw Just a Minute being taped with Katy last night. Host had amazing navy blazer with white pinstripes. Sue is a love, as is Julian. Quite like Paul Merton. Feel increasingly that I could and would like to play that game (possibly at parties?! And you know, for the shittonnes of money to be had at the beeb...ha). Perhaps should practice. Also I want, at some point in the Shalka!series, Nine to have been captured during the war, and after six months, having worn down the initial refusal of the bored Daleks left guarding him, for him to have taught the Daleks the rules so they could play together, occasionally shouting DEVIATION! DEVIATION!! and THAT WAS NOT HESITATION! THAT IS JUST HOW DALEKS SPEEEEAK!
* Re: the Cultural Studies thing (several more emails with my BELOVED Breda to get this info *eyeroll*--this is like the new Many Bothans Died): they DID grade that other paper!! A seemingly high (got told generally by a secretary rather than given an exact number) 2.1 (or B+/A-), so not ideal, but it's been graded rather than like, eaten. So woooo. So surprised it's not going to be like, a SAGA. I feel the paper (which getting the necessary info out of them TO write, and then having to entirely re-write it with no notes when my computer crashed, in the face of a TON of shit from them about getting any extension) was more a 1 paper, and am as usual frustrated by their failure to communicate standards, the absence of pedagogic progression (for me, but also any INTEREST in this, from them), the absence of any sense of accountability on their part, the seeming poverty of their academic practice, etc., but I'm so fucking worn down I'm just glad to be out, and however bad the thesis grade is, at least now, due to weighting, I have at LEAST an unshakable 2.1. This is probably what the over-all grade will be. Not what I wanted, what I worked for, what I was willing to work for, what I was capable of, reflective of how (very) well I did in my actual courses/seminars, or what I NEEDED for the places and scholarships I wanted to compete for, and brain-meltingly frustrating, and potentially even actionable, but here we fucking are. Katy said "I wish you hadn't been so beaten by them. You deserve so much better." and that was sweet, but I'm so ground-down now that I don't even know if that's true.
But I guess that's pretty much--it. REALLY it. My year in hell is over. You can all call me Master now. Ohyes.
* Builders coming tomorrow--will have to get out of the house and work elsewhere for that.
* In funnier news, here is a tale of my little sister and my old/her current high school mascot, the Bruin (aka a bear):
meghan: btw im the mascot
im bringing sexy back
hard core
me: wait
wait
you're--the bruin?
meghan: yep
ikr its hot ohhh just so much sexy in one bruin suit
me: Meg
Meg what?
did you VOLUNTEER to be in this bear suit?
meghan: yah its cool
me: *shakes head*
meghan: the hottest guy at school is my partner for games its hot
me: what is he, another mascot?
meghan: yah we do it for only half a game because its so hot in the suit
me: this is the saddest story
Apparently when she said 'it's hot' she means 'VERY LITERALLY'.
* Need to calculate what people in the house owe me for groceries and suchlike also... and read the meter...
* Also, Southern Recipes Katy might like:
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4602/sweet-potato-biscuits
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4585/chocolate-pecan-race-day-pie
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4589/gumbo-zherbes
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4594/mississippi-praline-macaroons
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4595/sweet-potatoes-anna
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4600/wild-rice-jambalaya
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4588/chicken-and-andouille-gumbo
http://www.realcajuncooking.com/2011/08/baked-jalapenosbacon-draped-stuffed.html
http://www.realcajuncooking.com/2010/07/cajun-meatloaf-with-mushrooms-video.html --in fact may check out this whole blog, as I know little about cajun cooking
* My sister Molly coached gay!daddy to call and congratulate me on my degree (you could here her prompting in the background). He didn't know I was getting a degree in English. FML. Bio!daddy made a fair attempt to convince me that he and my mother had tried to order my flowers and stuff!! He was a bit caught out when I was willing to wager good money that mom didn't even know my new address TO send flowers, but rolled with it gamely. I appreciated the credibility of the attempt. Still, pft. My parents. Just wanted a damn card or some shit.
* Must remember to get Molly a birthday present...
Potato skins: http://www.chow.com/recipes/29404-basic-potato-skins
Jalapeno Poppers (finding peppers is SUCH a bitch in the UK, I swear, these totally weren't right, AND didn't cook thoroughly
enough--still tasty, if too spicy for the English): http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/best-ever-jalapeno-poppers/detail.aspx
Breaded Mushrooms (while easy, these weren't actually very /good/, so maybe fuck Jamie Oliver): http://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/member-recipes/Breaded%20Mushrooms%20with%20Aioli/1431
Buffalo wings (cheated and used pre-made chicken tenders from Iceland b/c SO MUCH CHEAPER than buying chicken. Shame. Also bought bread crumbs pre-made for the mushrooms. No longer respect myself):http://www.chow.com/recipes/28068-easy-buffalo-wings
* Still had to go like to four grocery stores though. Annoying errandful day--had to talk to fam, make a lot of food, do a lot of shopping, clean, do laundry, find and instal a water filter, deal with my Uni re: that cultural studies grade, email Kasia about a council tax exemption and the tenant for the downstairs, return to the post office all the mail for people who no longer live here, get deadbolt keys cut for Katy and Jo, blah. Felt very low and incapable of affect--read stuff trying to feel something, but no dice. Found it very difficult to work in that state--I couldn't really like things enough to have an opinion on them/sense what worked. I mean it's fine, I'll do the work tomorrow, my schedule's largely fine, but was annoyed.
* I really hope this isn't a crushing depression I managed to wrestle down because I didn't have time for it while I was getting this degree reasserting itself. I do not really have time for that bullshit, I have so much STILL to do.
* Saw Just a Minute being taped with Katy last night. Host had amazing navy blazer with white pinstripes. Sue is a love, as is Julian. Quite like Paul Merton. Feel increasingly that I could and would like to play that game (possibly at parties?! And you know, for the shittonnes of money to be had at the beeb...ha). Perhaps should practice. Also I want, at some point in the Shalka!series, Nine to have been captured during the war, and after six months, having worn down the initial refusal of the bored Daleks left guarding him, for him to have taught the Daleks the rules so they could play together, occasionally shouting DEVIATION! DEVIATION!! and THAT WAS NOT HESITATION! THAT IS JUST HOW DALEKS SPEEEEAK!
* Re: the Cultural Studies thing (several more emails with my BELOVED Breda to get this info *eyeroll*--this is like the new Many Bothans Died): they DID grade that other paper!! A seemingly high (got told generally by a secretary rather than given an exact number) 2.1 (or B+/A-), so not ideal, but it's been graded rather than like, eaten. So woooo. So surprised it's not going to be like, a SAGA. I feel the paper (which getting the necessary info out of them TO write, and then having to entirely re-write it with no notes when my computer crashed, in the face of a TON of shit from them about getting any extension) was more a 1 paper, and am as usual frustrated by their failure to communicate standards, the absence of pedagogic progression (for me, but also any INTEREST in this, from them), the absence of any sense of accountability on their part, the seeming poverty of their academic practice, etc., but I'm so fucking worn down I'm just glad to be out, and however bad the thesis grade is, at least now, due to weighting, I have at LEAST an unshakable 2.1. This is probably what the over-all grade will be. Not what I wanted, what I worked for, what I was willing to work for, what I was capable of, reflective of how (very) well I did in my actual courses/seminars, or what I NEEDED for the places and scholarships I wanted to compete for, and brain-meltingly frustrating, and potentially even actionable, but here we fucking are. Katy said "I wish you hadn't been so beaten by them. You deserve so much better." and that was sweet, but I'm so ground-down now that I don't even know if that's true.
But I guess that's pretty much--it. REALLY it. My year in hell is over. You can all call me Master now. Ohyes.
* Builders coming tomorrow--will have to get out of the house and work elsewhere for that.
* In funnier news, here is a tale of my little sister and my old/her current high school mascot, the Bruin (aka a bear):
meghan: btw im the mascot
im bringing sexy back
hard core
me: wait
wait
you're--the bruin?
meghan: yep
ikr its hot ohhh just so much sexy in one bruin suit
me: Meg
Meg what?
did you VOLUNTEER to be in this bear suit?
meghan: yah its cool
me: *shakes head*
meghan: the hottest guy at school is my partner for games its hot
me: what is he, another mascot?
meghan: yah we do it for only half a game because its so hot in the suit
me: this is the saddest story
Apparently when she said 'it's hot' she means 'VERY LITERALLY'.
* Need to calculate what people in the house owe me for groceries and suchlike also... and read the meter...
* Also, Southern Recipes Katy might like:
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4602/sweet-potato-biscuits
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4585/chocolate-pecan-race-day-pie
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4589/gumbo-zherbes
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4594/mississippi-praline-macaroons
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4595/sweet-potatoes-anna
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4600/wild-rice-jambalaya
http://www.chow.com/galleries/225/southern-feast/4588/chicken-and-andouille-gumbo
http://www.realcajuncooking.com/2011/08/baked-jalapenosbacon-draped-stuffed.html
http://www.realcajuncooking.com/2010/07/cajun-meatloaf-with-mushrooms-video.html --in fact may check out this whole blog, as I know little about cajun cooking
* My sister Molly coached gay!daddy to call and congratulate me on my degree (you could here her prompting in the background). He didn't know I was getting a degree in English. FML. Bio!daddy made a fair attempt to convince me that he and my mother had tried to order my flowers and stuff!! He was a bit caught out when I was willing to wager good money that mom didn't even know my new address TO send flowers, but rolled with it gamely. I appreciated the credibility of the attempt. Still, pft. My parents. Just wanted a damn card or some shit.
* Must remember to get Molly a birthday present...
