Mac and Cheese Pie?

I'm writing this from The Armory at Seattle Center--while I eat macaroni and cheese pie and drink hard cider. 

You thought I was kidding....

It has been a long while. 

I also think blogging just slipped off my priority list this winter. What with vlogging and school and two jobs and two volunteer positions and iYouth and having a social life, I guess something had to be put aside. 

And all the sudden it is spring break. And I am one quarter away from graduating with my MLIS. 

Readers, it's been a wild ride. 

But. As it's my last quarter and I'm entering another exciting transition, I want to start prioritizing blogging. (Both blogging and exercising, really. They're bumping video games off the list.)

Last year I attempted Blog Every Day in April. This year I am attempting Blog Every Day During My Last Quarter at The UW. (For simplicity's sake, we will not be turning that into an initialism.)

I know. I do this all the time. Take blogging breaks, say I'm coming back, and then blogging enthusiastically for a short period before stopping for another hiatus. And to that I say: shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm in grad school.

The more important question is: why am I at Seattle Center eating mac and cheese pie? And the answer dear readers, is that I am going to see The Importance of Being Earnest as produced by the Seattle Shakespeare Company. (For some of my thoughts on reading this play, see this post from my Summer 2012 reading list.) 

Source: Seattle Shakespeare Company

So with that, I will leave you with this short dialogue between Cecily and Miss Prism (from Earnest):

Cecily I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn't write them down I should probably forget all about them.
Miss Prism Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Cecily Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened, and couldn't possibly have happened. I believe that Memory is responsible for nearly all the three-volume novels that Mudie sends us.
Miss Prism Do not speak slightingly of the three-volume novel, Cecily. I wrote one myself in earlier days.
Cecily Did you really, Miss Prism? How wonderfully clever you are! I hope it did not end happily? I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much.