Yesterday, I Made Salmon.

And it wasn't half bad.

For some reason, in all of the years that I have known how to cook, I have had some irrational fear of cooking fish. No matter how many times people told me it was the world's easiest thing to cook, it just seemed so impossbile to me.

But I love fish.

And when I'm living in Savannah, all I ever want is some salmon, asparagus and wild rice for dinner. But, no. I was so scared!

Finally, the other day, I was at Kroger getting ingredients for a delicious Chicken Curry that I was making and I passed the beautiful pink salmon in it's chilly shelf. And it was staring at me, laughing at me, daring me to pick it up.

So I did. I grabbed that salmon and I put it in my cart. And I felt like a boss. Super bad ass. And yeah, maybe it sat in my fridge for two days before I decided to tackle it for dinner, but I finally did last night.

This fish ain't no boss of mine.

The cast of tasty characters helping me out. Soy sauce, rice vinegar, mustard, brown sugar and garlic (that I decided to add in even though the recipe didn't call for it. I know. Crazy, right?) All of these ingredients and I are super friendly. It's just that darn salmon that looks so mean. 

So, then I mixed it all together and poured it on top.

And wrapped it up all snuggly. 

 Baked it for 12 minutes and VOILA! Pretty good, right?!

It was so easy! It took like 5 minutes to make! And so delicious! And I had leftovers!

...and then I forgot to put the tupperwear of leftovers in the fridge and found them out on the sink this morning. Boo. 

But I conquered my fear! And I'm gonna do it again soon. Look out Halibut! Look out Dover Sole! Here comes Trouble!

I also just want to say...

...that I have absolutely zero problem or slight hesitation about packing up all of my clothes, a few books, my extensive back-stock of fabric, my Bonnie Raitt cassette tape and a box of oreos into this Jeep and hitting the road. 

At this point in the evening, I have done so much fashion sketching that I kind of hate myself and anyone who has ever lived and spoken one word of anything fashion related.

I'll be back to life in a few hours. Just let me mindlessly browse Pinterest for a little bit.

By the way-- to make matters 800 times worse, I am completely out of Oreos. I mean, maybe it's because I already at two three four of them earlier this afternoon, but still... this would happen.

(I guess I did have something to complain about say today on my blog after all-- SORRY!) 

I have nothing to blog about.

For the first time in ever I cannot think of one thing to blog about. Color me boring.

But I feel that I needed to blog something on this all too typical Tuesday.

So, please enjoy these completely staged  normal pictures of Spencer and I hanging out in the kitchen.

If you're curious, and I'm sure you are, she is lunching on fruit, sausage, a large pile of scrambled eggs and orange juice. Nothing better than a little breakfast for lunch.

And if you're curious, and I'm sure you are, I am wearing a top recently purchased for $5 from a classy joint called Goodwill with jeans from H&M and socks from my Mom. Nothing better than a solid bargain outfit.

Stay classy, friends. 

Burrito Bowl or Die

Tuesdays and Thursday are some of my favorite days of the week. I have class at 8am and I get out at 10:30 and then I'm done for the day. On Tuesdays it's nice because I have all day to get work done for a usually busy Wednesday, but on Thursday, it means that I have all day to either nap or eat. My faves. And what's so great is that most of my roommates have the same T/TR schedule so we can sleep and eat in harmony together.

Yesterday was 81 and beautiful and the only thing that could have made it better was some Mexican food. Alas, Savannah has nothing positive to offer in that regard. The closest thing to a legitimate burrito with chips and salsa is the Chipotle in Jacksonville, Florida. This is no El Toro Bravo or Los Primos, I'm aware, but when a 2 and a half hour drive separates you from happiness in the form of a carnitas bowl with pinto beans, medium salsa, corn, a little sour cream and a little cheese, by George, you take that drive. 

And take that drive we did. 

Kaitlin was confused.

Kaitlin read todays blog post earlier and was confused. So if she's confused, let me just clarify in case anyone else is confused too.

Am I happy or am I sad?

I am happy.

Apparently, the word "juggling" has negative connotations.

Got it?

Juggling

I am in a state of juggle. 

That was an odd way of saying that....

I am juggling a lot. No. 

I feel like I'm juggling so much right now. 

That makes more sense. ...Juggling is such a weird word. 

You guys, I feel like it has been ages since I wrote a whole long ranting post on here about the monotonous details of my day or the extreme stress that I am feeling or maybe my irrational fears of the future. 

In a way, not talking about such familiar topics in a while leaves me feeling so disconnected from my blog/blog readers lately. But when I think about it, I guess I haven't written about any of that because I haven't been feeling any of that. Which is such a great thing. 

This has been, without a doubt, the most rigorous and busy quarter at SCAD yet, but I also feel the most comfortable and the happiest with all of my work than I ever have before. I finally feel like I've taken the leap from total self doubt and insecurity to a solid comfortability of what I should know at this level. There is still SO much that I have to learn and I still feel completely out of my league when it comes to the talent level of some of my peers, but for the first time, it doesn't scare me. And I know that it's only a matter of time before I get to be at their level. And it isn't through luck or natural skill (usually), but through hard work and the classes that I have yet to take. Duh.  

With all of that being said, in this new found confidence of myself and my completely unpredictable future, I have grown a new insecurity: Being insecure about being so secure. What? Julia, why are you such a goon? 

Sometimes I feel so used to the idea of panic and not living up to the level of my peers that now that it's going away, I am uncomfortable. 

What is there to complain about? What do I do with all of these new ideas for projects that I've never had before? Why are you so calm about your plans for this summer? Hey, by the way, where are you and your large clan of roommates going to live next year when your house gets sold? 

The answer to this and thousands of other non-answerable and mind bending questions is, of course: WHO KNOWS? WHO CARES? MOVE ON. 

Since when am I so comfortable with those answers? I don't know when it happened or if it's going to last, but for now, I am so happy with just throwing myself into the work that I do have and enjoying the fact that I am enjoying it. 

And for some reason, that's enough for me right now. 

Willy Ronis

So inspired by the photographer Willy Ronis this morning.