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About Me:

My name is Olivia and I am a senior at Butler University. I spend most of my time in Lilly Hall as a BFA Dance Performance major. When not in rehearsal or ballet class, I write papers for my English Literature second major. In my super-abundant, never-lacking, this-is-highly-sarcastic spare time, I attempt to cook in my apartment kitchen, watch Youtube videos of ballet, knit sweaters that never seem to come to an end, and read books both silly and serious. If I could take any class at Butler just for kicks, I'd go for DiffyQ.

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Posts Tagged “birthday”

Requisite Food Post: OMG So Much Cake

In the midst of writing a zillion posts about applying and auditioning for Butler University’s Department of Dance (see here here here here), I uploaded from my camera/was given pictures from my extended birthday celebrations. I haven’t written a frivolous post about food for a while. And OMGoodness, there was so much cake.

Cake on a Tuesday

There was homemade raspberry jam-chocolate-raspberries on top-carmel on top cake.

Clean plate

I handled that like a pro.

Thursday cupcakes and cake

There were the amazing almond cupcakes with carmel buttercream icing, courtesy of the extremely talented roommate whose mission it is to surround herself with the smell of baked goods.

Artsy photo of flourless chocolate cake. (Thank you, roommate, for the picture!)

And there was the delicious dessert platter ordered when I went to a restaurant with some friends: Flourless chocolate cake, two different kinds of truffles, apples, figs, and goat cheese. I loved mixing the goat cheese with the cake. I promise, it was delicious. I thought so, but this decision perhaps was not unanimous….

Goat cheese + chocolate cake = x, x = that face.

Long story short, I met amazing people when I came to Butler, people who are kind enough to make dinner, raspberry cake, and almond cake, people who take me out to dessert and try goat cheese and chocolate together and take photos on fancy cameras to document the event. Thank you, everyone who helped celebrate my birthday in the very long, drawn-out way it manifested itself (this is where English needs more explicitly reflexive verbs…). It was all delicious! And thank you, Mom, for the cookies you sent.

The waitress was totally uninterested, so we had to reenact the moment for the requisite photo.

Looking Back

Exactly one year ago, I wrote my introductory post for this new blog. I’ve been a blogger since the beginning of my sophomore year, but last year we switched to this new Office of Admission webpage. Truth be told, I think the new version is far superior to the old.

I had to navigate the old go.butler.edu site when I was deciding on colleges as a high school senior, and I remember having a lot of trouble. College websites are the worst. Honestly, you need a PhD to figure out where everything is. But the new admissions site marks a huge improvement, and if you haven’t done so, you should definitely explore the other areas of the www.butler.edu/admission hub! I think the section on residence halls are particularly useful — everything is nice, concise, and in one place.

But back to the past. One year ago, I wrote my new introduction for the new webpage. Today, I again have exciting blog-related news… While searching for the composer of music used in a Midwinter Dance Festival piece I was in as a sophomore, I found my long-lost blog posts!

They are somehow archived as notes in the Butler Class of 2014 Facebook page. How did they get there? Why did half the pictures import and the rest vanish? Why couldn’t I find these before? I don’t know and I don’t care! I’m just happy I found them. I don’t think it’s necessary to repost ALL the old blogs. (This means, “I didn’t realize exactly how many book reviews I posted last summer.”) However, I explain some dance major classes and so on in much more detail, and I hope to get these back to you sometime soon.

In the meantime, I’m going to dance around because it’s my birthday and my roommate gave me a robin’s egg blue tea kettle, and I have pretzels, and my boyfriend baked the most delicious cake.

A different day, a different dessert. Grandma, it was delicious!

Thawing out?

Ever since the ice storm:

Butler’s campus has been exceptionally slippery. A few days ago, it was 1 degree as I walked to class in the morning. Today, however, is warm: It’s almost 40 right now. Do you know the difference between 0 and 40? It’s like the difference between 40 and 80.

Walking to rehearsal in Lilly Hall this morning, the birds chirping, my toes not freezing, I could feel spring on its way! Then I dropped my apple in the snow. Seasonal changes are a process.

My friends are all turning 21–yikes! It’s so odd to think we can finally drink, vote, and be drafted. The next step is getting off our parents’ health care plans, I suppose. We went out to eat at Patachou, a restaurant close enough to campus to bike. There’s still enough ice on the ground that I don’t like to ride my bike though, but if the big thaw continues, my wheels might be functional once again.

Now, every time I’ve been to Patachou, I have been disappointed. The food just does not seem good enough to merit the price. But. Last semester I had lunch with the on-campus priest there and the chili was excellent; this visit was also a success. My roommate and I split our orders, so we each got half of a turkey/bacon/avocado club and half a waffle. Delicious.

I suppose I should continue with my homework. And when I say homework, I really mean finishing all my Valentine’s Day cards and gifts.

Another post about breakfast

I have not blogged so much about breakfast this year. Last year, I feel like “breakfast” might actually have shown up on my tag cloud for a little while. I think I have more of a life now and have more to talk about. That’s just a theory, mind you.

However, this post relates both to life and to breakfast! (As if breakfast weren’t life. I love breakfast.) My dancer roommate turned twenty-one this past Sunday, and we celebrated by having brunch at Zest! (I’m not actually excited enough to use two exclamation points in one paragraph–the restaurant is called “Zest!”)

Indianapolis has loads of awesome breakfast places. My current favorite is the Three Sisters’ Cafe, but I also enjoy Taste, Zest!, and Le Peep. I have also heard wonderful reviews of Good Morning Mama’s.

Breakfast was good, but even better were the crayons on the table. We all drew lovely pictures on the tablecloth. Here’s mine:

I’m not sure what this collection of images reveals about me, but I shall explain them in case you cannot figure out what my scribbles are supposed to be.

Tour of the tablecloth:

Starting in the upper left, you see some text that belonged to a rendering of my roommate. Traveling clockwise, the next drawing we encounter is a stick figure typing an Irish Literature paper and being distracted. Then come the fireworks with a few physics equations to go with it–the kinetic energy of a rotating body and the kinematic equation for the velocity of the center of mass. (I hope. I have a physics test coming up.)

Math aside, we have a blue figure that was originally a person but had, for reasons of good taste, to be scribbled out. She/he/it is is holding a bass. Then we see some colorful blocks of squares. Off in the corner is a chef holding a spoon: NOT an ice cream cone, thank you very much. I’m not a great artist, but I’m not that bad. Mostly.

In the middle is a green woman with a curly perm. To the bottom is a tipsy, blonde woman in a huge bustle skirt. The last math-type object is a horrible, horrible recollection of a LaPlace Transform. DO NOT believe anything I ever say about math. L{cosh(theta)} does not equal what I said it does.

L {cosh(alpha*t)} = s / [(s^2) - (alpha^2)]

What does that mean? Apart from the fact that a hyperbolic cosine is oscillating (and doesn’t it normally do that anyway?), I have no idea. I just think it looks neat.

Pictures of birthdays past

Or “birthday” past, to be precise. I gave my camera to a friend last night so he could continue to terrorize everyone with threats of pictures. (His camera had run out of battery.) When I was flipping through the photos he took this morning–most of them extremely awkward–I found these:

Eat me...

Aren't they beautiful?

Yes. This is indeed as it appears to be. Evidence that my troublesome roommate is still up to her old tricks.

For my birthday (way back in September–see how old these photos are?), she made me almond cupcakes with salted buttercream icing garnished with heart-shaped strawberry slices. That’s right. She cut strawberries into hearts. I was powerless to resist.

Choose your roommates wisely.

  1. Choose your roommates wisely. Hooray skilled bakers!
  2. Having a kitchen rocks. Hooray Apartment Village!

Explanations and introductions

You might have noticed our snazzy new interface. You might also have noticed all our old posts are gone. Never fear–they shall return again!

However, this process might be a while, so please bear with us while we rearrange things. It’s like spring cleaning: The house has to get a lot messier before it looks nice again.

For those of you who have no idea who I am, my name’s Olivia. I’m currently a junior at Butler University. I’m majoring in Dance Performance and English Literature (though this secondary major might turn into a minor). I love to dance, read, talk, and knit. It’s my birthday today, so I’m going to sign off and eat cake or something.

Two decades! I can’t believe it.