Goals

Since I'm done with school in May, people have begun asking me what I'm going to do after graduation. I don't quite know what kind of job I want, but my goal is to have an apartment in Brooklyn with a small backyard (big enough that my aspirational dog can go to the bathroom out there but small enough that I don't have to own a lawnmower). So, anyway I'm going to need a job that will fund my dreams of yard renting. Maybe I can work backward from there.

Grad School

I love grad school. I do not love discussion classes... I'm sorry, I just usually don't care what other people have to say. Especially when they clearly have not done the reading and are just spouting off bs. However, I am now done with classes forever!

And, now I have a thesis advisor AND an approved thesis topic. Yayyyyyyyy!

No eating in the library. Seriously.

Oh my god, people, you are not supposed to eat in the silent study area of the library.

I can not concentrate when I hear the girl at the carrel next to me chowing down on a bag of chips. "Munch crunch crunch" followed by her no-doubt greasy hand snaking into the crinkly foil bag for more every 30 seconds.

The assault on my ears is rude and distracting.

Comfort Food

I hate the term "comfort food."

Here is why:
1. I don't turn to food for "comfort." That's what drinks are for.
2. It doesn't even make sense - when I'm feeling sad, I'm supposed to reach for macaroni and cheese or some other similar heavy, starchy food? Or desserts? Why? The whole term nurtures an unhealthy relationship with food based on emotion and nostalgia.