The ultimate comfort food

SO today I was just craving something - I couldn't figure out what, so I assumed it was chocolate. But my chocolate ice cream didn't quite cut it. What could it be? I figured the ice cream was too icey (it was sort of a gelato/ice cream hybrid), and didn't pack enough chocolate punch, so I tried a chocolate croissant and also some nutella and bread. Nothing was doing it. (Also this is a great example of my self-restraint) So I turned to water, which actually often satisfies those weird cravings. Still no answer! Then. Ana was cooking dinner, and what did I smell? Yes. It was broccoli. The same smell that I used to think was cheeseburgers, night after night. For dinner, we had meatballs, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. It was as if Ana has some sort of glandular-telepathy and knew exactly what I was hankering for all day long. The greatest comfort meal of all time. Except that in a perfect world, it would have been turkey meatloaf; but I'll take the Spanish equivalent, which is meatballs. Wow. It was perfect.

Also, I realize everyday how much I love organization. And despise the lack there of. Mom and Dad are probably laughing (quite loudly) together, reading this, because they know the constant state of my bedroom, but I am referring more to structural organization, like in a class. The syllabus is perhaps the greatest thing ever created, and should be required everywhere. I like knowing my homework for next week, and when my tests will be, and when my papers will be. And also, in classes where the professor's words aren't always the clearest, it would be nice to have in writing a schedule which clarifies the modes of evaluation for the class. Will we have pop quizzes? That would be weird, since we don't seem to have reading. Also, my UPF classes all have "suggested" reading. What is that? Are we expected to do that? I guess I have to, but for each one it's like 5 or 6 full books. When exactly am I supposed to do them? The point of this anecdote is that I am not very good at the learn-at-your-own-pace sort of class. I like being given specific assignments - I think this ties in with my love for math, which has questions and answers, not interpretations. Anyway, enough psychobabble for the moment, I have to go read Jorge Luis Borges and also figure out who this "Rafael" character is that apparently changed the world of art. WHATEVER.