Yummy Food!

So Tania and I spent the whole day together yesterday since 10 am..14 hours :D

First we went to Magruder High School to visit a couple of teachers. The school is INCREDIBLY small-it isn't even the size of ONE of the buildings in College Park, let alone the whole campus. And to think, in ninth grade i was always lost trying to find my classes in such a big school :p

After that Tania and I went home to search for recipes to make for Thanksgiving. We decided on custard and this Indian recipe which had a spinach sauce and paneer (some sort of Indian cheese) in it with onions and SPICES (being Indian food and all)

We didn't have enough spinach the first time to feed a bunch of people, so when my dad went to pick up Ana from the airport he stopped by the grocery store and picked up a couple more bags of baby spinach. So, let me explain that EVERYTHING went perfectly the first time, no burnt spinach or anything. I put oil and the spices in JUST like i had done the first time, and when i used the spatula to stir the spices around JUST like i had done the first time....

the spatula melted...I have no idea how. So now we have half a spatula sitting on the window as a monument. Smoke was going throughout the whole first floor from putting cold water on the hot pan, Tania and I were laughing hysterically, and my dad and brother were sitting casually at the dining room table eating dinner, having no idea what was going on in the kitchen.

Good times :)

A better evening :)

After also describing my horrible day on my Facebook status, Eli asked if i wanted to get a smoothie with him. So, around nine when both of us were free we went to the ERC, talked a bunch, joked around, and somehow ended up wrestling for a minute or two back at my dorm.

I told him i was a lover not a fighter, but I had seen my brother and Dad wrestle countless times, so i figured i might have caught on to some tips. It really wasn't very effective on both sides. And probably was not the best solution to my huge headache i developed from all the stress about my English assignment. But i at least showed him i'm not THAT girly.

Overall it improved my evening incredibly :)

The funny part is thinking back to high school when I used to dislike him so much. I thought he was funny, but incredibly rude and inconsiderate-nothing about him extended more than that. Whether he changed or if I've just been seeing a different side of him, he turns out to be a really sweet and funny guy so yey =) The only problem is i'm extremely gullible and nearly everything he says is a made up story. Of course i believe every word of it.

I'm very proud to say that I can judge very accurately of what a person is about pretty quickly, but this shows I can be very mistaken sometimes. It's actually happened to me multiple times these past couple months. Plus, it then gives me no excuse not to try and learn everything about everybody! :)

I wish i could...I feel like I am missing out on so much by not meeting every person around me.

Goodnight :) <3

Test tip of the day: never dwell on something that would only save you a couple points max

So, basically I worked incredibly hard on the rough draft of an assignment due in English, only to realise when she returned it that I had gone ahead to the next assignment which was to write a research paper on the same topic rather than incorporating my own experience. Since my essay didn't address all of this prompt I did most of it over again, and worked just as hard on the final draft as i did the first. All our assignments in the past have needed to be submitted at noon on a specific day or at midnight, so i had assumed that, when using my "late pass" it would be also due at noon, but only tuesday at noon instead of friday at noon (when it was regularly due). My essay was completely done by 11:30 last night, but i decided i would look over it one last time in the morning when i woke up just to "get those last points" that maybe could make a difference.

It turns out that on the syllabus that she handed us in the beginning of the year, in between the long paragraphs of neverending policies, the teacher wrote that it had to be sent in before the start of the class (AKA 9:30AM) when you use a late pass-which i had failed to read/remember.

So my ten-page hard-worked essay that i emailed my teacher this morning got a very small reply:

"late, no credit."

All of the rest of my grades are A's, I'm obviously not a bad student, and it was a simple mistake and misunderstanding. This isn't fair :'(

Some things you just can't explain

I deleted everything i wrote, I deleted so much in livejournal as well. I can't explain why I felt I needed to do it. Honestly, it felt like i was deleting every part of me that existed this past year and a half...I dispise that person. It wasn't even Maggie-if that makes sense. Everything feels different lately though- better. Happier.

I guess it's a form of denial. That by deleting my "memories" written down in these journals i'm convincing myself they don't exist. I guess this whole time wasn't a waste of my life, but just something to learn from, and forget.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

There's only one that finally got me out of this spiral.

Last night on the phone..

Maggie: I can't. I made a promise.
Brian: to who?
Maggie: Someone.
Brian: who?
Maggie: why does it matter?
Brian: let me guess is it...BILLY?
Maggie: no.
Brian: who then?
Maggie: *smile* Someone <3 You won't guess Who though :)