I am the nerdiest nerd that ever nerded (except for those other nerding nerds)

I have just come home from an acting studio, lit only by the light of two candles, in the company of ten other drama geeks, having played Mafia for three hours.
Yes. Yes, you can shun me. Yes, you can call me insane. I don't care. It is fun. (& I did homework all afternoon, so I don't feel bad about it.)

But still. I think we are probably the geekiest geeks to ever...geek. Or something. Geez.

food & fine fettle

I just made up a recipie, which actually turned out fairly well, & recreated a recipie of my mother's from my memory (which could have been a little smoother, but is the tastiest thing I've had in a long time). I missed cooking. Real actual cooking, where you slice up ingredients & have various different steps & taste things as you go & throw in other ingredients on the fly. I haven't done that in a long time. Maybe I'll go to cooking school like I keep saying I will. Open up that cafe or whathaveyou.

McDowell asked me today, after I told him that it was, in fact, the point of my triple major to be a Renaissance geek for life, if I knew what my plans for after college were. I said I wasn't sure. (Possibly I should have said cooking school, seen what his reaction would be). When I am in the theater all I want is to go to a PATP & sell the rest of my soul to get in. When I am talking to McDowell or Dr Bean I want to go immerse myself in literature studies & become the biggest Ren geek that ever geeked. When I talk to Dr. E & she suggests brushing up on my Spanish & working on translating Renaissance Spanish drama that hasn't been translated ever. Dear GOD the possibilities, I cannot HANDLE IT.
I also talked to Dr. E about my project, which ended up, as she said, sounding like she was coaching me through a pregnancy--"You're farther along than you think you are. You're really doing fine, you're much more ready to handle this than you think. You've got another ten weeks after this quarter is over, anyway, & I'm not expecting you to be done in March"--& etc. She told me to "go gestate" when I left.
(I'm still a little panicky, but honestly simply sitting in her office makes me calmer & more excited to tackle the project, more interested in my question again--I swear to god, this woman is like a supernatural academic force of goodness, & if I grow up to be half as amazing as she is I will live a life well satisfied.)

(Ahaha, Camille rocks & I now have new slang for stealing--"You don't need money, Erin. Five finger discount!")