Pesto Pasta

My family doesn't really enjoy a dish of pasta. My mom would rather have an Asian delicacy and my father prefers a hunk of steak. I, for some odd reason no one can justify, love spaghetti and lasagna and alfredo sauce. Yesterday, I decided to treat myself to a healthy, filling lunch and boiled some noodles, mixed in some pesto, chopped a few tomatoes, tossed it all together and enjoyed a hearty plate of pesto pasta.

One could say I am in love with good food a little too much.

School is constantly in my thoughts. You know what? I have finally begun to enjoy the school year again. The fact that I actually want to learn things and turn myself into an educated being is the only things that spurs me forward. There are rough days -- the ones where I feel like burning my Physics book and scattering the ashes in frenzied glee. Then there are they days I study for an hour and am happy about it. So I would say school and I have a love-hate relationship.

However, as I said, it's getting better. We are learning to tolerate one another.

I have a pile of homework waiting for me, crying out. I must answer the call.

Oh, but before I go, be sure to remember I have a surprise for you all on Friday, so be sure to stop by.