Food plans for the weekend

So the other day I randomly made some pork chops and tomato&avocado salad. And now I am making plans for the weekend – cooking included. My dream is to learn to make beef stew – but that requires more time than I currently have.
After a little bit of thinking, I decided that something with brussels sprouts sounds really good, so there's the plan for the weekend:
– a lil too fancy for my cooking skills, but if i simplify it, i could use the idea –

UPDATE: Another fun idea. Not brussels sprouts, but still a nice one:


Avocado salads

So I randomly decided I want to look up how to make a salad with avocado, and what I found looked pretty amazing, so here's some links to the recipes I liked most:

1. avocado, pineapple, and radishes

2. lime shrimp avocado salad

3. strawberry avocado salad

4. grapefruit avocado salad

5. avocado tomato salad

Good morning!

I am starting to have a feeling that those who are saying that a person needs to get 8 hours of sleep per night to survive, are, in fact, right. Yesterday was the first Sunday night in a long time when I got 8 hours of sleep.
I woke up at 7 am today, trying to shut off my alarm, but realizing that I was, in fact, not feeling like I was dying. Good. Smile. Go back to bed and look in the window. Fog? Ehhh. Wait! Fog??? Interesting! Set another alarm and go back to bed.
The second time I woke up was 7.15 am, when my second alarm went off. I started to remember my plans for the morning – and that was to make coffee, to have breakfast, and to remember to take my laptop to class. The thought of coffee got me out of bed, and by 7.30 I was out of my room, with my backpack, laptop, and coffee, still having enough time to get breakfast and not be late for class.
I got to class a little before eight, had time to turn on my computer, sip my coffee and get ready for taking notes. For once I was paying attention in class and remember all the instructor said + taking notes on my laptop was an enjoyable experience.
Now it's time for my second class for today, and for the greatest of conclusions of all times: yes, getting eight hours of sleep at night is, indeed, important.
Have a great day everybody!

Today was a good day

Starting out a new thing – like trying to write in a journal that can be potentially read by anybody – is a pretty challenging thing. You get to screw up, and you don't have anybody to blame for your mistakes. The good thing about it – nobody will know about those except for you, because when you are starting out, you are really the only person who cares about the thing.

Yes, I feel like I was very stupid to have accidentally deleted an entry which I was not intending to delete. But the realization that randomly deleting a random entry in a journal was the worst thing of the day, made me understand that I indeed had a very good day.

entry #2

So I attempted to create a journal, and now I am attempting to connect it to facebook.
Just decided a public journal would be something new and fun to try out. I'll try to post some random stuff every once in a while, everyone's welcome to comment since I opened the comments to those who are not registered on livejournal.

The best invention of humanity

I started my today's night shift by pouring myself some hot coffee out of my thermos and snacking on graham crackers. And how it sometimes happens, I realized once again that small things can play a very important role in my life – and today the hero of my night shift was my thermos.

My dad used to take a thermos with tea to work every day. I haven't seen him for a long time, but I remember that about his daily routine. I remember my mom got me a small thermos, I think she brought me tea in it if I had to stay at school after class. I hated that thermos, I still remember its smell – it was a cheap crappy old school thermos, newer than my dad's but of much poorer quality.
Over ten years passed since then, and it's been over a year that I have had my own thermos, a new two-wall vacuum steel 34oz. thermos – the kind my dad would hate since he liked his old school glass insulated thermos.

I got my thermos not long after I started working night shifts – to take hot tea with me to work. So technically, I stole dad's idea. The idea seemed perfect, but it didn't work. I got tired of making tea and hauling the steel bottle around, and I did not like that my thermos lid smelled like peaches, mint, coffee, and green tea all together, however much I washed it. It was much easier to grab a mug and use a microwave at work to make a warm drink. The thermos was just sitting on the shelf for months – until now.

I have always liked instant coffee, and since people I hang out with drink brewed coffee, I came to the point where I could not drink gross instant coffee and decided I need a coffee maker. A couple of months with a craptacular cheap one-cup coffee maker did not make me happy, so about a week ago I got myself a real coffee maker – and that's when my fabulous thermos got a chance to jump off the shelf, especially since my travel mug has been dirty for a few weeks days and should go to trash, and since the thermos is so much bigger and can hold more coffee, and easier to clean than a travel mug.

So yes, right now, I feel like a thermos is one of the best inventions of humanity, because thanks to the thermos, I can take lots of hot freshly brewed coffee to work, and stay warm and awake. 🙂

I think I should name my thermos…