Projects. And Love.

I need a project.  After watching "Julie & Julia" for the first time today... as a food blogger, I need a project.  I need something that will keep me writing here, because it's rare enough that I cook something, what with the crazy hectic schedule of a grad student and teacher.  It takes all I have to make something that isn't frozen pizza, I will tell you right now.  So even if I do cook something, I just can't find the time or energy to take pictures, or to write about it.

BUT.  If I gave myself a project, like the one Julie Powell gave herself.  Maybe I could find the time to actually make food that is good for me, maybe some that's not, and maybe... just maybe, I could breathe life into my relatively short-lived and currently dormant blog.

I used to have a LiveJournal in which I wrote all the goings-on of my little life.  I was most active with it during high school, and some in college.  I chronicled every single day I spent in Paris, which I'm so grateful for.  But my last entry was nearly two years ago, and I can't think why.  I have just as many feelings now as I did then - perhaps more - but nothing seems as dramatic or perhaps able to be put into words as it did then.  Sometimes when I was feeling really crappy, I would rant and rave and dump everything in a private entry so I could just be rid of it.  I guess it wasn't too long after Kyle and I moved in together and I could rant and rave to him instead that I stopped writing everything down... Huh.  I guess boyfriends and blogs have a lot in common.