The transmission was a '53, And the motor turned out to be a '73, And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone.

So, it is 1:09 am. My sleep schedule has been insane for the last few weeks. My everything has been insane for the past few weeks.
I was just talking to Paul about the 2-weeks phenomenon. Maybe it is only me who does this, but about 2 weeks before any major change (move, graduating, new sibling, end of school year)I go completely insane. Not to say that I am not pretty insane in my normal life, but I like to take these occasions as a special time to be especially insane. I get simultaneous urges to actually appreciate everything that is SO GREAT about my life (manifested as sudden intense onset of Barnard pride, being completely enamored with every single thing my friends here do and say, spending more time walking around Riverside Park in 3 days than I have the last 2 semesters put together), and to throw everything away and take out a new lease on life (for instance, deciding--and then undeciding--to become a South Asian Studies major (whatever that means) and to quit Computer Science, amassing a huge bag of clothes I've decided I hate to take to the nearest place of donation (or trash can, if I get lazy), cleaning my wallet for the first time in months, and quite literally just throwing anything in the trash can that I feel I can get by without).
It is good, or so I have read, to take some time every once in a while to evaluate things, appreciate things, streamline things, and all that good garbage. But mostly the best part of my end-of-an-era manic episodes are the bizarre foods I end up cooking. This particular behavior is brought to you by my new-lease-on-life obsession, and has in times past spurred me to create such things as pulled pork, borscht, and cookies (I never bake). This year, the all important end-of-sophomore-year episode (mid-college crisis!) (is it painfully apparent that I have no concept whatsoever of the rules governing hyphen use in the English language?) has brought about two special dishes that I wanted to mention briefly, mostly because I felt like posting here and what else do I ever want to post (or talk, or think) about besides food?
1. Lamb curry. Any of you who live in Utah or comes to visit for the summer (which I think is pretty much everyone who reads this), be forewarned. I don't exactly know how this dish should be properly, authentically, or optimally prepared. But I'll be damned if I haven't figured it out by the end of the summer, and I'll be damned if you don't all have to try some strange (but at least marginally tasty) variations on the recipe I used tonight. This one was tomato-based (a mistake, I think, but a tasty mistake), and I used lamb chops (another tasty mistake). Next time, I think the sauce'll be yogurt-based, and I'll use whatever cut of lamb I can convince my mother to purchase for me at Buy Low.
2. Mole chicken, and further, mole chicken enchiladas. I'd been checking out this jar of mole at me and Anna's grocery store for like 3 weeks--I never took the plunge because the jar looked pretty shady and one of the first few ingredients was corn syrup. I finally bought the thing last week, and after a minor fiasco that resulted in Anna and I fishing bits of glass out of the oil floating at the top of the container (we are probably a little too cavalier about the things we are willing to ingest. I like to think of us as scrappy.), we went on to make some mole chicken quesadillas that were delicious enough to motivate us to use the remaining chicken (previously allotted half for chicken curry and half for fajitas) to make crock potted shredded mole chicken (is it better to say chicken mole since adjectives come after in Spaneesh?) (was this the longest sentence ever written? See what I mean about crazy?).
So what happened was this--I cooked the mole as directed, maybe like 3-4 cups of it, added half a can of tomato paste, a good shake of smoked paprika (I am obsessed), a little sugar, and a lot of salt. I tossed the chicken in another pan to brown it, because I am for some reason very afraid of cooking meat in a sauce, and then let the mole and the chicken hang out all night in Anna's beautiful, industrial-sized crock pot. Next morning, I layered that stuff with some crusty old tortillas we were going to throw out and a huge portion of monterey jack cheese (that we get at our grocery store for 1.70 for 8 oz.--no small feat here in NYC). I stuck it in the oven for a few minutes right before eatin time, and voila. It was ridiculous. Kind of like this post.

Rereading, I think maybe I will have to take this down come morning-time. Or maybe I will just let you all enjoy my insanity and congratulate yourselves on being more whole, rational-type human beings.

Just when I thought I'd run out of things to do on the internet...

Red Book

TGIT

There is this song by Darius Rucker called Hold On and it says:
She works all day to put herself through school
Cus financial aid doesn't seem to cover food!

Darn right. Not that I necessarily work ALL DAY.
But my point is, Who cares if country is cheesy? I don't.

You're So D*mn Hot

It's hard to generate witty things to say. In blogs, to people. But I think I'm over wittiness, for now.
It's because I've been reading this book called Goodbye, I Love You. And there's a picture of a rose on the front, with a dying bud attached to it.
Except I just wanted to say that one of my professors is named Shlomo. Does anyone know what that's all about?
So far, the New Year's Resolution (be friendly to people in my classes, even if I'm having a crappy day) is not happening. It makes me really sad to think that maybe being here so long has made me lose my will or ability to just be nice to people. I'm so over anyone trying to be aloof and thinking maybe someone will make the effort to get past their tough exterior. What has TV done to us all?!
But. I slept through my first class this morning (I guess I just wouldn't be me if I didn't do stuff like that.) and pretty much the same people are in all of my classes by now, so I asked a crowded elevator if anyone was in the morning class I'd missed and whether we had homework. So that was something. Now instead of scowly iPod girl I can be sleepy elevator girl.
At least I'm listening to some new music these days. Liza, the Monster Of Folk song you gave me is really growin on me. Emily, if you read this, I've been listening to the Staple Singers, Architecture in Helsinki, and Run-D.M.C. I'll get through the other stuff evench.
Anyone have any new suggestions? Any new obscure stuff I can blast in my ear buds on the elevator so a cute hipster physics boy will ask for my number?
Are there any cute hipster physics boys?
OK. That's all for now.

P.S. I just wiki'd Shlomo. Solomon. Duh.