Showing posts with label finals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label finals. Show all posts

3.19.2010

Comfort Food & Comfort Friends

The lowdown on finals week at UCLA:
Candles, snacks, & baked goods at the Ophir apartment.
Delirium.
Finals cake at the Kelton apartment.
Staying up, coffee, staying up some more.
Countless hours spent wasted on gchat.
Laughing, Screaming, Praying, Closer.
Finals week is a love-hate relationship.
Everyone is struggling with the same problem, and there's a sort of comradeship that comes with it. I like it.
I don't like finals consisting of 9 essays and impossible material though.
But that's just extraneous.



3 am stretch break.

This quarter's finals cake.
Base: Pillsbury Funfetti cake mix
Frosting: Buttercream with 3 week old Extreme Moose tracks ice cream and peanut butter
Texture: Veggie Pretz
haha ew.


Morning Prayer & Breakfast @ Ophir!

Look at the chef hard at work :)

Action shot!

Homemade rosemary roasted potatoes with scrambled eggs

The company :)


Fresh baked blueberry streusel muffins & chocolate dipped fruit!


Friday night dinner

Poor lil' Christine was coughing up a storm, so Mike & I decided to run to Whole Foods (just like top chefs ;)) and make some wholesome chicken noodle soup (stock & all!) with toasted French bread and roasted vegetables (drool). Don't be fooled by the girly hands above. They're not mine.

But look, there's me. Making mama's ginger tea.

Roasted "study" of vegetables: white pearl onions, baby carrots, sliced eggplant, red and yellow bell pepper, and white mushrooms.

SO GOOD.





Speaking of friends, I miss my megan.
We have such lovely conversations
5:24 AM
megan: we're only twentywe can't do anything too permanentme: wellI'm twenty-onegoing on twenty-twomegan: same thingme: going on old grandma who's going to die alone.megan: (:i'll die with you nena5:23 AM me: God damn it, we'll just listen to Train together.megan: and make younger guys feel uncomfortableme: hahahahahathanks bubbie.you're such a comfortespecially at 5:30 am sometimes I forget you're in Spain...where everything's better.megan: (:well5:26 AM my front door is always open, and my maj adores you...if you get sick of the quietpop overyou won't but you could if you wanted tome: I know I could.. haha :)but you're a good substitute.for now.BAH come home5:27 AM just for a weekend.I'll romance youmegan: BAH come backme: buy you flowersserenade youplay with your hairmegan: that i wouldn't mindme: I'llwatch good movies with youwe'll maybe slip in the makings of a home pornocome on, it'll be funmegan: and that's how megan and tiffany became lesbos.me: hahahahah5:28 AM we all foresaw itI've seen your boobs.megan: and i yoursin barcelonaon a beachwe're weird.me: yeah.work on your paper.I'm updating my blog. because I'm a loser.megan: (:nope



Miss her.