Classy Things

No, not THAT kind of classy. I'm referring to academia in all its pointless horror. Well, not completely pointless. I just happen to be done with all of the practical things and am left to pay for pointless classes for the next year. Yay! Aren't I lucky?

Yep. I wouldn't mind so much if they were the good kind of pointless. I took a Pilates class last year. It was awesome. Best class I've ever taken. Who'd have thought I could actually be excited about doing physical work? I plan to take Pilates again. Someday. When I decide I'm no longer poor. Really! I will!

Those of you who know me, don't laugh too hard. You'll hurt yourself.

Speaking of things that are good for you. I made some awesome soup the other day. Well, Panda actually made it, but it was my idea. I even had to badger him from work with text messages to convince him that it would taste good. Was I right? Of course! I'm always right, you know. (Except when it involves reliance on my sense of direction. In that case, go the opposite direction from the one I say and ignore my bitching when you do. Trust me. I'll thank you later.)

Now introducing Cheesy Cauliflower Soup:


Feeling hungry? You should. This stuff is GOOD. Oh, and don't forget to ooh and ahh at my beautiful bowl.