On my journey to domesticity (aka, not eating a bagel for dinner every night), I've experimented a bit so I don't have to go grocery shopping. I guess I'm a real college student.
I made Mexican Baked Spaghetti tonight. I thought I was being super creative, but I googled it, and I guess it's a thing. I mixed a little taco meat, refried beans, and leftover salsa with some noodles into my vintage pyrex, squirted some Catalina on top, and piled the cheese on. I didn't quite let it get crunchy because I had a major case of the munchies, but I threw some tomatoes on top and I was quite satisfied.
I must also mention that I did this on the day I decided to keep track of what I was eating again, and neither this dish nor the chocolate chips I had for dessert were really in the plans. But it's Leap Day, and "real life begins in March."
I've always loved winter, even in Utah. And even though it's been a mostly warm and sunny one, I'm feeling more torpid than I ever have. If I knew how to fix it, I would. Unfortunately, I feel like it will last until summer.
I finished Downton Abbey. Jill and I watched season 2 finale tonight and I am feeling rather content and anxious. I've become more attached to this fiction than I should and I can hardly wait to see what happens next (in a year!).
The worst thing about growing up so far: often the only people I want to tell everything to are thousands of miles away. That's one thing, contrary to my independent appearance, that I have not quite figured out yet.
We spent most of the 75 minutes in American Heritage today discussing recent church/school news. Though I rolled my eyes at so many of the comments made by students who think they're helpful, I decided it was my favorite lecture of my college experience. Our professor is down to earth and profound--one of the best. My testimony was strengthened today, and that's better than any grade I've received.
So, these are my thoughts for now: all over the place, and an accurate representation of my life right now.