I Made You Cookies! I Brought You Flowers!

Above: Sean Hershey holding flowers he swiped off the dining room table of the Spanish House at around 12:30 AM. He's clearly swept away in rapture with the spirit of the season. Or maybe just a little tuckered out.


Above: Anacelia Saenz and Ruby Jennings on cookie sheet tectonics. No two cookies may touch.

Last night after the library closed, my friend Danny invited a small crew over to the Spanish House for some much-needed stress relief and a cookie carnival. Admittedly, all cookies were baked from premade dough, but the decoration was all our own skill. My friend Anna has a famous stash of "Hanukkah Cookies" (read: shape of the Star of David, blue frosting, and appropriate sprinkles) she gets annually and shares liberally. There are a lot of cookies to be had on campus. My own family does a great job keeping baked goods flowing my way, especially during stressful times such as these, but sometimes it is necessary to strike out into the culinary world on one's own. Besides, half the fun of holidy cookies is getting frosting on your face.


Above: Anacelia and Ruby showing off their best work. I believe Anacelia has a duck and a star, while Ruby is displaying some perversion of St. Nick and a particularly lovely tree.

Below: Please forgive me for not posting any photos of myself in the wee hours of the morning. Instead, let me present you with my cookies. Yes, those are carrots mixed in with one particularly lovely red reindeer. He's got a little 'tude and a rather confuddling anatomy, but these things happen when you play with cookie cutters past midnight. Some of the shapes we had at our disposal were Easter-themed (hence, the crosses and the carrots and the umbrellas-- not pictured). Whatever the shapes of the cookies and however blue my hands are dyed this morning, it was a great study break to celebrate the passing of Hump Day.



Next week: finals and how Anacelia kicked Calc like a bad habit.

Stop Making Sense

Beloit College students love dance parties. I'm quite partial to them myself. There are some parties clubs hold annually that everyone looks forward to. This weekend, the Outdoor/Environmental Club held their Talking Heads Party. All Talking Heads, all night long.
It's the perfect theme: every song is danceable and it doesn't matter how familiar you are with the jams because the beat is loud and good and steady.

Clearly, I'm a fan.

I could fill this space with stresses or make some quip about the title of the reading assignment I'm currently wading through ("The Dead," James Joyce). I could upload some pictures of the delicious brie and multi-grain loaf I picked up at Cub today-- I promise I don't usually take pictures of my food. The lighting was just particularly lovely on the West side of Porter Hall this afternoon. Anyway, I won't do that. The pictures aren't readily here in Admissions and the stresses are just fine in their place, listed as assignments in my day planner. Besides, if you're reading this with the Common App open on another window of your browser, chances are you have quite a long list of your own to mull over. Good luck with that. I recommend dark chocolate.

Welcome to December! There's not much light, but at least there's good music.

P.S. In breaking out my winter jacket this weekend, I made a startling discovery: it has pockets. It would seem that my brown peacoat is a little too classy for me. The manufacturer tacked the pockets shut, so they seemed to be faux. Just part of the seams on the front. Just another reason my cell phone is always falling out of the back pocket of my jeans. I am in the habit of hooking my thumbs into the small hole that was exposed, but finally broke apart the stitch to claim full function of my coat. It's like a whole new garment.

Thought I would share in the interest of self-exposure. Ho-hum. Dark chocolate, anyone?

P.P.S. Please forgive this obnoxious, crunched format. Blogger is giving me 'tude.