new hits: [orlando, caracas, savigny-sur-orge, sunnyvale]
i got through to south america- 2/3 more continents to go?
clubbing. apples to apples. shoulder hurts. ciao.
some people are just bad at things. they should cease & desist.
last night: my first time to south beach. some people are just bad at dancing. get off the dance floor, get better, then come back on. wrestling moves (picking people up, any locks/holds) do NOT equal dance moves. neither does bending backwards really low or twirling in a tornado-like fashion.
if people just bounced along with the rhythm to begin with, that would significantly improve people's perception of their dancing. go with the beat, dummy. it's not hard to hear, even if the music might be so loud that it's deafening.
back to the subject at hand: south beach. naked guys grinding against the wall? are they strippers or something? and people dancing on tabletops. i would have wanted to dance on the tabletops, but i never made it there- i was stuck on the dance floor. the nitrogen gas that they blast every hour- awesome. it was getting a tad warm in there, but the second time that they blew us it was freezing. everyone ended up huddling together.
anorexia nervosa- some symptoms include collection of fluids in the ankles during the day and around eyes during the night, constantly feeling cold, food restriction,
3.31.2007
3.30.2007
bowling for soup
i used to listen to bfs back in high school. i again find myself listening to them because the lab tech in my lab is playing it on her speakers. sigh.
hmm, that's a tough decision to balance: the benefits of going to SF (avoiding doerfy) and the disadvantages of going to SF (seeing leah, drab, and others)
i managed to dodge hesse last night, even though he was paryting RIGHT NEXT DOOR. his drunk ass went home with doerfy- i'm assuming they were enjoying the cast party and party in the guys' suite. mwahaha.
back in lab- haven't eaten lunch yet. haven't eaten breakfast for that matter. last night was painful since i didn't eat dinner. i had stomach cramps walking all the way to the parking lot. i had chicken kitchen- the smallest dinner i've ever had. actually, i'm not sure what the smallest dinner i've ever had is. maybe a pack of ramen? oh wait, i remember. freshman year. i didn't have food in my room, didn't have a car, and dane was out. it was fall recess possibly because i remember drinking just gatorade the entire time and not eating much until the servery reopened. so glad i have a car now.
hopefully i've optimized the temperature for one pair of my primers. i'm running the same pcr again for the other pair to optimize them. hopefully i just contaminated my shit last time and it should be fine this time. is it true that if you optimize the temperature for the primers on genomic DNA, that it should work on the respective cDNA as well?
my parents' reason for the uselessness of foreign languages- because we live in America.
i'm done being sick. i finally weighed myself yesterday in the girls' suite. So- starting this semester i was at 160 +- 1,2 pounds. Now: weighing in at 145.2 lbs +- how heavy my clothes are. That doesn't sound too healthy, losing 15 pounds in three months. oh well. Once I'm done coughing and blowing my nose, i'm going to gorge/binge on everything. especially zapp's chips. they didn't taste that great when i was sick. or maybe it was because i was eating the mesquite bbq flavor, and bbq flavor for any chips = disgustingly sweet.
crassie was asking me "random" questions today. i'm sure i knew what it was for, which is maybe why i gave vague answers, although i usually don't have favorite things. i only have cravings at that instant.
color and cut. what should i do this time? no spiky. i've got it. long bang(s) in the front, and PLATINUM hair. pulling off a sephiroth/sephiroth's children kind of thing i guess?
hmm, that's a tough decision to balance: the benefits of going to SF (avoiding doerfy) and the disadvantages of going to SF (seeing leah, drab, and others)
i managed to dodge hesse last night, even though he was paryting RIGHT NEXT DOOR. his drunk ass went home with doerfy- i'm assuming they were enjoying the cast party and party in the guys' suite. mwahaha.
back in lab- haven't eaten lunch yet. haven't eaten breakfast for that matter. last night was painful since i didn't eat dinner. i had stomach cramps walking all the way to the parking lot. i had chicken kitchen- the smallest dinner i've ever had. actually, i'm not sure what the smallest dinner i've ever had is. maybe a pack of ramen? oh wait, i remember. freshman year. i didn't have food in my room, didn't have a car, and dane was out. it was fall recess possibly because i remember drinking just gatorade the entire time and not eating much until the servery reopened. so glad i have a car now.
hopefully i've optimized the temperature for one pair of my primers. i'm running the same pcr again for the other pair to optimize them. hopefully i just contaminated my shit last time and it should be fine this time. is it true that if you optimize the temperature for the primers on genomic DNA, that it should work on the respective cDNA as well?
my parents' reason for the uselessness of foreign languages- because we live in America.
i'm done being sick. i finally weighed myself yesterday in the girls' suite. So- starting this semester i was at 160 +- 1,2 pounds. Now: weighing in at 145.2 lbs +- how heavy my clothes are. That doesn't sound too healthy, losing 15 pounds in three months. oh well. Once I'm done coughing and blowing my nose, i'm going to gorge/binge on everything. especially zapp's chips. they didn't taste that great when i was sick. or maybe it was because i was eating the mesquite bbq flavor, and bbq flavor for any chips = disgustingly sweet.
crassie was asking me "random" questions today. i'm sure i knew what it was for, which is maybe why i gave vague answers, although i usually don't have favorite things. i only have cravings at that instant.
color and cut. what should i do this time? no spiky. i've got it. long bang(s) in the front, and PLATINUM hair. pulling off a sephiroth/sephiroth's children kind of thing i guess?
3.29.2007
SPF
i'm still considering traditional chinese medicine- whether it be acupuncture or herbology, but that's another story.
In other news- labbing today. WHOO. been here since 1:30, i'll probably stay until 7/7:30 PM. SO MUCH FUN!
it's not bad. just have to run a gel, which is going to take a while. especially since i started it right now. 6:00 PM?! ugh. i was trying to get out of here by 7:30. guess i'll leave later, eat dinner, watch grey's anatomy with people. yes, i watch that terrible show. oh well. guilty pleasure. it's a good thing to set on the background, too, when doing bios homework.
someone fried our machine. it got solarized- not sure what that means, but someone left their medium-sized gel in the uv tray. they forgot to take it out after having taken a picture of the gel, i suppose, and it got melted onto the tray. so the lab tech's had to clean off the thing multiple times before it got even decent. they ended up ordering another one. but they managed somehow to get it for free. manipulation? powers of persuasion? assets? call it what you will. we get the job done.
people should know better than to call me around 5/6. i'm in lab, getting my lab on. DON'T BOTHER ME!
i tried eating a loquat from a different tree today. still SOUR. i'm going to let them sit for a week and hope squirrels/other people don't get to them first. i only know of two trees so far- gotta find em all.
i can't believe this is how i reward myself after two tests: by going to lab. apparently hesse is in town. apparently he was at jones today. hmm, who knows if i'll go over there tonight then.
i need to brush up on my chinese and spanish. who says foreign languages aren't useful? my parents.
i should probably hang up my cap and gown so that it's wrinkle-free by may. it's been sitting on the floor of my apartment, like most crap that i pick up or don't care to organize.
In other news- labbing today. WHOO. been here since 1:30, i'll probably stay until 7/7:30 PM. SO MUCH FUN!
it's not bad. just have to run a gel, which is going to take a while. especially since i started it right now. 6:00 PM?! ugh. i was trying to get out of here by 7:30. guess i'll leave later, eat dinner, watch grey's anatomy with people. yes, i watch that terrible show. oh well. guilty pleasure. it's a good thing to set on the background, too, when doing bios homework.
someone fried our machine. it got solarized- not sure what that means, but someone left their medium-sized gel in the uv tray. they forgot to take it out after having taken a picture of the gel, i suppose, and it got melted onto the tray. so the lab tech's had to clean off the thing multiple times before it got even decent. they ended up ordering another one. but they managed somehow to get it for free. manipulation? powers of persuasion? assets? call it what you will. we get the job done.
people should know better than to call me around 5/6. i'm in lab, getting my lab on. DON'T BOTHER ME!
i tried eating a loquat from a different tree today. still SOUR. i'm going to let them sit for a week and hope squirrels/other people don't get to them first. i only know of two trees so far- gotta find em all.
i can't believe this is how i reward myself after two tests: by going to lab. apparently hesse is in town. apparently he was at jones today. hmm, who knows if i'll go over there tonight then.
i need to brush up on my chinese and spanish. who says foreign languages aren't useful? my parents.
i should probably hang up my cap and gown so that it's wrinkle-free by may. it's been sitting on the floor of my apartment, like most crap that i pick up or don't care to organize.
3.28.2007
loquat picking
i had one of my epiphanies today.
i'm going to apply to med school someday. i think i'll start applying summer of 2008, hopefully enter in 2009, get out by 2013. i'll be 28 by that time.
until then, i'm going to enjoy loquat, and plan on moving to california. san francisco or los angeles- tough call. i'm probably going to do a post-bacc program, one of those academic enhancer programs possibly. and along the way? volunteer at a hospital again. pick up a job after finishing all the classes i plan to take.
there. i've made my decision. it's probably the first conscioucs decision i've made to head towards a career in medicine- without considering my parents' feelings, without considering the prestige/externalities/bullshit that might lead others to this field. i only thought of myself. which might sound selfish, but i'm doing this for me.
i'm going to apply to med school someday. i think i'll start applying summer of 2008, hopefully enter in 2009, get out by 2013. i'll be 28 by that time.
until then, i'm going to enjoy loquat, and plan on moving to california. san francisco or los angeles- tough call. i'm probably going to do a post-bacc program, one of those academic enhancer programs possibly. and along the way? volunteer at a hospital again. pick up a job after finishing all the classes i plan to take.
there. i've made my decision. it's probably the first conscioucs decision i've made to head towards a career in medicine- without considering my parents' feelings, without considering the prestige/externalities/bullshit that might lead others to this field. i only thought of myself. which might sound selfish, but i'm doing this for me.
instant karma
HAHA, i got crassie sick. YES! i win!
this pizza guy was backing his car up at the rmc circle drive, and i was there to witness him back up one of his wheels into the curb. i laughed at him.
then i proceeded to walk to the parking lot with the song- oh wait, i forgot what the song was. it could have been "cheer up, sleepy jean, oh what can it mean, etc." anyway, i was too focused on thinking about that song in my head when i ran my head into a tree branch. i hope nobody saw it. karma, blah.
the systems phys test wasn't too hard. i didn't rock it, but i certainly didn't do poorly. now onto endo. i have no notes for that class, so i might just end up reading all 5 chapters. at least, i think it's 5 chapters for this test. laura menenganeang hasn't responded yet to my email about borrowing her notes, so i'm stuck. oh well.
getting better? only a cough and runny nose now. and a sore throat. so nevermind, it's not better.
this pizza guy was backing his car up at the rmc circle drive, and i was there to witness him back up one of his wheels into the curb. i laughed at him.
then i proceeded to walk to the parking lot with the song- oh wait, i forgot what the song was. it could have been "cheer up, sleepy jean, oh what can it mean, etc." anyway, i was too focused on thinking about that song in my head when i ran my head into a tree branch. i hope nobody saw it. karma, blah.
the systems phys test wasn't too hard. i didn't rock it, but i certainly didn't do poorly. now onto endo. i have no notes for that class, so i might just end up reading all 5 chapters. at least, i think it's 5 chapters for this test. laura menenganeang hasn't responded yet to my email about borrowing her notes, so i'm stuck. oh well.
getting better? only a cough and runny nose now. and a sore throat. so nevermind, it's not better.
3.27.2007
katherine sophia
if someone saw the amount of tissues in my trash cans, they would be led to think that either i'm sick/have allergies, or i'm a masturbation freak. you won't find any lotion in this apartment. oh wait, there's one next to me. damn.
6 lbs. 11 oz. and 19.5 in.
so i found out her name. finally. that hot blonde in my group b bios class. we were giving presentations today. my professor had the nerve to give me lip about a part of my presentation during class. crush him.
so much for having a baby cousin with an april birthday. she was too anxious/in a hurry and decided to pop out this month instead. that ho.
study time. test. systems phys. no sleep. i hope. that means my condition's not improving tomorrow, or the day after (endo test).
i have this urge to buy a new wallet. either a poplin or a magic one.
i'm having the oddest dreams when sick. i had one the other day where i was sitting in the front row of dr. brown's econ class, and sleeping right in front. i felt soooo bad. yeah, that was it. not as graphic as the porn one with drab.
6 lbs. 11 oz. and 19.5 in.
so i found out her name. finally. that hot blonde in my group b bios class. we were giving presentations today. my professor had the nerve to give me lip about a part of my presentation during class. crush him.
so much for having a baby cousin with an april birthday. she was too anxious/in a hurry and decided to pop out this month instead. that ho.
study time. test. systems phys. no sleep. i hope. that means my condition's not improving tomorrow, or the day after (endo test).
i have this urge to buy a new wallet. either a poplin or a magic one.
i'm having the oddest dreams when sick. i had one the other day where i was sitting in the front row of dr. brown's econ class, and sleeping right in front. i felt soooo bad. yeah, that was it. not as graphic as the porn one with drab.
reshuffle, cut, and deal
OH MY GOD. eating dry cereal is SO painful. I only brought that upon myself because my milk expired yesterday, and I didn't bother to go out and buy a new jug, but i've realized that I consistently don't finish a jug by myself in two weeks.
and yes, perhaps i will go to japan to eat japanese food. let me muster up 2000 bones right now, BriceU. Under the cushions in the couch- just the right amount. Expect me to be there in one month. it's a date.
friends- mix and match. we've been reshuffling and regrouping every year. same people. different groups.
and now, after people have been pushing cassie to spill the beans, jalto is upset. my most recent problem was writing a sexy birthday card. doesn't seem to compare, does it?
divide. and conquer.
yeah- kinda knew that attacking someone's character would be painful, which is why things shouldn't have been said. but people like resolutions- the denouement in stories?
i'm not taking sides, no matter how awkward things are. that's not my problem to deal with. i only care about what restaurant we're going to, how expensive it is, and how good the food is. show me good food, i'll show you a good time.
maybe i'm a holocaust victim too. i got out of the shower today, and my physical condition post-sickness (still recovering, actually)-hmm.
anyway, back to the main point. too much hate lingering around on the 4th floor of jones. Within suites, between suites, suite/non-suite. Usually I'm the one dishing out the hate. People are trying to take my job away from me.
in conclusion- in order to solve this problem: food. EAT!
what the fuck is wrong with anthony? seriously, no wonder everyone at the lrc hates him. i didn't have a problem with him. until now. attacking me, claiming that i don't TRY hard enough to help students out at the lrc, that i'm not doing my job. seriously, what the fuck? I've been good about not quitting on my commitments up to now- only 4 more weeks of this. even monica didn't know how to solve the problem and forwarded the email to eric. sure, i could have called eric on sunday, but being the considerate person, i emailed him instead of interrupting whatever he does to relax on a sunday just to deal with a couple of students whose teacher failed to inform them to take the test on a specific web browser as opposed to the other.
good news- the kid that i mentor actually remembers my name. and he asked me if i were coming next week. i slapped him. just kidding.
and yes, perhaps i will go to japan to eat japanese food. let me muster up 2000 bones right now, BriceU. Under the cushions in the couch- just the right amount. Expect me to be there in one month. it's a date.
friends- mix and match. we've been reshuffling and regrouping every year. same people. different groups.
and now, after people have been pushing cassie to spill the beans, jalto is upset. my most recent problem was writing a sexy birthday card. doesn't seem to compare, does it?
divide. and conquer.
yeah- kinda knew that attacking someone's character would be painful, which is why things shouldn't have been said. but people like resolutions- the denouement in stories?
i'm not taking sides, no matter how awkward things are. that's not my problem to deal with. i only care about what restaurant we're going to, how expensive it is, and how good the food is. show me good food, i'll show you a good time.
maybe i'm a holocaust victim too. i got out of the shower today, and my physical condition post-sickness (still recovering, actually)-hmm.
anyway, back to the main point. too much hate lingering around on the 4th floor of jones. Within suites, between suites, suite/non-suite. Usually I'm the one dishing out the hate. People are trying to take my job away from me.
in conclusion- in order to solve this problem: food. EAT!
what the fuck is wrong with anthony? seriously, no wonder everyone at the lrc hates him. i didn't have a problem with him. until now. attacking me, claiming that i don't TRY hard enough to help students out at the lrc, that i'm not doing my job. seriously, what the fuck? I've been good about not quitting on my commitments up to now- only 4 more weeks of this. even monica didn't know how to solve the problem and forwarded the email to eric. sure, i could have called eric on sunday, but being the considerate person, i emailed him instead of interrupting whatever he does to relax on a sunday just to deal with a couple of students whose teacher failed to inform them to take the test on a specific web browser as opposed to the other.
good news- the kid that i mentor actually remembers my name. and he asked me if i were coming next week. i slapped him. just kidding.
3.25.2007
celebrating god's day
whoo, new hits: [san leandro (US), ecton (europe) singapore]
so this is the general assumption: if you have effeminate, soft features and are single/not dating, you default to gay. again, this sexuality issue. everybody's just horny on campus or something. wanting a piece of any action.
although i was flattered when pamiam said that some gay guy wanted to "meet" me? hoegaarden- not bad at all.
a lot of people tell me about their sex lives when they're drunk. both guys and girls. it's odd that i happen to place myself in these situations where i hear everything.
that dude that kai invited was very creepy. although he did win favors with the crowd by buying 4 shots of some liquor (patron?).
new restaurant review: osaka on westheimer, just a little past katz's. portions were not as large as nippon's, fish was decent, their don did not compare to the quality of nippon's dons. i'll give it a B/B-. i have yet to eat at an A+ restaurant, but the atmosphere there was nice. the workers spoke both chinese and japanese. that took away from the authenticity of the place. B-.
i realized that i'm picky when it comes to the opposite sex. after i lowered my standards and considered katie as "decent-looking," just to make her more appealing, ending up liking her, and then having a huge disaster occur.
i wonder if not talking/interacting with her completely has left a gap in my life? i usually replace the gaps in my life with new friends. if not, i replace them with new family members, one of which will be due in april. she'll (baby cousin) share the same birthday month as me.
so this is the general assumption: if you have effeminate, soft features and are single/not dating, you default to gay. again, this sexuality issue. everybody's just horny on campus or something. wanting a piece of any action.
although i was flattered when pamiam said that some gay guy wanted to "meet" me? hoegaarden- not bad at all.
a lot of people tell me about their sex lives when they're drunk. both guys and girls. it's odd that i happen to place myself in these situations where i hear everything.
that dude that kai invited was very creepy. although he did win favors with the crowd by buying 4 shots of some liquor (patron?).
new restaurant review: osaka on westheimer, just a little past katz's. portions were not as large as nippon's, fish was decent, their don did not compare to the quality of nippon's dons. i'll give it a B/B-. i have yet to eat at an A+ restaurant, but the atmosphere there was nice. the workers spoke both chinese and japanese. that took away from the authenticity of the place. B-.
i realized that i'm picky when it comes to the opposite sex. after i lowered my standards and considered katie as "decent-looking," just to make her more appealing, ending up liking her, and then having a huge disaster occur.
i wonder if not talking/interacting with her completely has left a gap in my life? i usually replace the gaps in my life with new friends. if not, i replace them with new family members, one of which will be due in april. she'll (baby cousin) share the same birthday month as me.
morning wood
so i had two titles for this post: dream, dream, dream (i think it's a song by the everly brothers?) or the above. i thought the above would be an eye-catcher. or it could poke your eye out. take it as you will.
if you give a girl ANY attention, if you sleep with them for just one night, do they become emotionally attached? they keep coming back for more.
haha, that post wasn't about you, jalto.
and I am the only author of this here blog, B-rise. would you now? you're bold, but are you daring?
the maroneels are hosting a dinner party soon.
if I ever have a dream with bradford assay in it- IF I ever have one- it's a weird one. This time, it was a porn convention.
why do people like talking about other people's stories rather than their own? my only reasoning is that their personal stories are boring. GET interesting! jesus.
ah, right- the dream. So Brad and I. We were male pornstars at this porn convention. It wasn't even a nice one, more of a B/C-list convention. There were flat screens showing several movies, several naked bodies all at once.
And over on the other side, I noticed these displays: there was this green line, and next to it there was this white line. The green line measured the length of the film that the guy watched while masturbating, and the white line- well, it was the distance traveled. There were several rows of these green and white lines- a competition, if you will, to see who could go the distance. Brad already had one set up. I chuckled. So there I am, going at it, watching this video, and it's taking a really long time. Brad's getting impatient and asking me, "what's up?" hah. anyway, i was telling him to wait for it, but something interrupts me. I think it was all the television sets on the other side of the room. I was amazed by how many TVs were playing porn all at the same time. Talk about sensory overload. Load. hah.
I come back, and I'm flaccid again. So I need to pick myself up again, but then Brad wants to go to the bathroom. So he, I, and this other guy are walking towards the John when this sea of female pornstars are walking straight in our direction. It was Brad's idea to bump into every girl that came our way. And he bumped into EVERY girl. At the end where the bathroom was, Brad hi-fived the other guy for a job well done? And he was hanging in the air waiting for me to high-five him. He's so goofy, even in my dreams.
The convention was over, I didn't get to do my thing, but I helped close things down, and all of a sudden these riffraffs were running all over the place and watching porn. They were all little hispanic kids, too, for some odd reason. I went over to the TV sets and started speaking to them in Spanish. "Ven aca!" I was actually saying these phrases. I grabbed them and kept pushing them so that they would wait outside the building. "Apurate!" "Esta lluviendo!" The last kid, I told him to wait at the corner. "Espera tus padres al rincon"? I went back in, relieved, but then I realized that in the corner, nobody would be able to see him so his parents might just leave if they didn't see him. I woke up after that.
I haven't studied Spanish in 4 years, but I was mouthing off these Spanish phrases to them. Maybe I know more Spanish that I thought I've forgotten.
I'm going to play videogames. Filthy, filthy dreams about Drab.
if you give a girl ANY attention, if you sleep with them for just one night, do they become emotionally attached? they keep coming back for more.
haha, that post wasn't about you, jalto.
and I am the only author of this here blog, B-rise. would you now? you're bold, but are you daring?
the maroneels are hosting a dinner party soon.
if I ever have a dream with bradford assay in it- IF I ever have one- it's a weird one. This time, it was a porn convention.
why do people like talking about other people's stories rather than their own? my only reasoning is that their personal stories are boring. GET interesting! jesus.
ah, right- the dream. So Brad and I. We were male pornstars at this porn convention. It wasn't even a nice one, more of a B/C-list convention. There were flat screens showing several movies, several naked bodies all at once.
And over on the other side, I noticed these displays: there was this green line, and next to it there was this white line. The green line measured the length of the film that the guy watched while masturbating, and the white line- well, it was the distance traveled. There were several rows of these green and white lines- a competition, if you will, to see who could go the distance. Brad already had one set up. I chuckled. So there I am, going at it, watching this video, and it's taking a really long time. Brad's getting impatient and asking me, "what's up?" hah. anyway, i was telling him to wait for it, but something interrupts me. I think it was all the television sets on the other side of the room. I was amazed by how many TVs were playing porn all at the same time. Talk about sensory overload. Load. hah.
I come back, and I'm flaccid again. So I need to pick myself up again, but then Brad wants to go to the bathroom. So he, I, and this other guy are walking towards the John when this sea of female pornstars are walking straight in our direction. It was Brad's idea to bump into every girl that came our way. And he bumped into EVERY girl. At the end where the bathroom was, Brad hi-fived the other guy for a job well done? And he was hanging in the air waiting for me to high-five him. He's so goofy, even in my dreams.
The convention was over, I didn't get to do my thing, but I helped close things down, and all of a sudden these riffraffs were running all over the place and watching porn. They were all little hispanic kids, too, for some odd reason. I went over to the TV sets and started speaking to them in Spanish. "Ven aca!" I was actually saying these phrases. I grabbed them and kept pushing them so that they would wait outside the building. "Apurate!" "Esta lluviendo!" The last kid, I told him to wait at the corner. "Espera tus padres al rincon"? I went back in, relieved, but then I realized that in the corner, nobody would be able to see him so his parents might just leave if they didn't see him. I woke up after that.
I haven't studied Spanish in 4 years, but I was mouthing off these Spanish phrases to them. Maybe I know more Spanish that I thought I've forgotten.
I'm going to play videogames. Filthy, filthy dreams about Drab.
3.24.2007
i left my heart in san francisco
cable cars?
instead of studying for endo/systems, i am instead pondering of a gift to give kai. i have no clue. if i do any activity, i get exhausted immediately. back to bed i go, the darker the night gets, the darker my google homepage theme gets.
supposedly, i have changed quite a bit since freshman year. true or false?
i did hang around the girls' suite more frequently, and i was quieter? perhaps me hanging around the girls so often led others to perceive me as effeminate or maybe/probably gay?
i might have just come to college with a different mindset than everyone else. maybe o-week rubbed me the wrong way, because some people were just not nice to begin with. i also had this pre-existing notion to not try to make friends with anyone because anybody could have been my competition. i did have a nice gpa freshman year, come to think of it.
i still don't have an opinion/stance on most matters, but apparently i talk more than i did 4 years ago.
i'm too sick to even finish this thought. i'll post more about it later. maury, how do i copyright my material on my blog, if i wanted to do such a thing?
instead of studying for endo/systems, i am instead pondering of a gift to give kai. i have no clue. if i do any activity, i get exhausted immediately. back to bed i go, the darker the night gets, the darker my google homepage theme gets.
supposedly, i have changed quite a bit since freshman year. true or false?
i did hang around the girls' suite more frequently, and i was quieter? perhaps me hanging around the girls so often led others to perceive me as effeminate or maybe/probably gay?
i might have just come to college with a different mindset than everyone else. maybe o-week rubbed me the wrong way, because some people were just not nice to begin with. i also had this pre-existing notion to not try to make friends with anyone because anybody could have been my competition. i did have a nice gpa freshman year, come to think of it.
i still don't have an opinion/stance on most matters, but apparently i talk more than i did 4 years ago.
i'm too sick to even finish this thought. i'll post more about it later. maury, how do i copyright my material on my blog, if i wanted to do such a thing?
Mussolini's fascist regime
nobody should think about dying unless they're actually on the brink of dying.
although i might enjoy trying out skydiving, rollercoasters, bungee jumping, any other extreme challenge, maybe i shouldn't be reminding myself of death all the time. although it does make my day more productive, living like there's no tomorrow.
Very perceptive, Earl Gray. I didn't know you listened to Bob Marley. Even I didn't know that the song was by him. I only remember it being sung in an American Idol audition by an actual officer, and it was terrible. Yesterday, it was just a reference to the game that I played with Crassie, Mousse, and Isle (Cranium).
you DON'T like reggae music?! not even UB40?! WHAT?! blasphemy.
Drab gets frustrated when he's not doing well in videogames. At least he doesn't have a temper tantrum and throw down controllers.
I can do SO much more work now that Crassie's stopped bothering me. By work I mean updating the LRC catalog. There was NOBODY here at 11. uptight/anal students at rice... complaining about limited hours at the LRC. All for a spanish exam too. YOU must be a retard if you can't complete a spanish quiz within half an hour. For a blowoff class? for the easiest language to learn in college? Idiot.
It's raining. A lot of people don't have umbrellas. That puts a smile on my black heart. Except I can't put a smile on since I didn't have McDonald's breakfast today. OH WELL.
although i might enjoy trying out skydiving, rollercoasters, bungee jumping, any other extreme challenge, maybe i shouldn't be reminding myself of death all the time. although it does make my day more productive, living like there's no tomorrow.
Very perceptive, Earl Gray. I didn't know you listened to Bob Marley. Even I didn't know that the song was by him. I only remember it being sung in an American Idol audition by an actual officer, and it was terrible. Yesterday, it was just a reference to the game that I played with Crassie, Mousse, and Isle (Cranium).
you DON'T like reggae music?! not even UB40?! WHAT?! blasphemy.
Drab gets frustrated when he's not doing well in videogames. At least he doesn't have a temper tantrum and throw down controllers.
I can do SO much more work now that Crassie's stopped bothering me. By work I mean updating the LRC catalog. There was NOBODY here at 11. uptight/anal students at rice... complaining about limited hours at the LRC. All for a spanish exam too. YOU must be a retard if you can't complete a spanish quiz within half an hour. For a blowoff class? for the easiest language to learn in college? Idiot.
It's raining. A lot of people don't have umbrellas. That puts a smile on my black heart. Except I can't put a smile on since I didn't have McDonald's breakfast today. OH WELL.
3.23.2007
i shot the sheriff
w00t new hits: [birmingham, beaufort, fremont] one day... the entire U.S.
maybe reaching everybody in the u.s. would be likelier than becoming president.
I did have a 10 year plan for that in high school. I just never executed it. I have three years to think about it.
I'm sick. and my friends still expect me to hang out with them when i'm dead tired and snot coming out of my nose while carrying a box of tissues with me everywhere.
oh no. there's blood in my tissue. oy.
cranium with the ladies. crassie and i won. whoo. good times. my drink was a little sour, a little too sweet. the mango pudding hardened because it was so cold. all in all a not so good drink.
i need to wake up on time for work. wan an.
maybe reaching everybody in the u.s. would be likelier than becoming president.
I did have a 10 year plan for that in high school. I just never executed it. I have three years to think about it.
I'm sick. and my friends still expect me to hang out with them when i'm dead tired and snot coming out of my nose while carrying a box of tissues with me everywhere.
oh no. there's blood in my tissue. oy.
cranium with the ladies. crassie and i won. whoo. good times. my drink was a little sour, a little too sweet. the mango pudding hardened because it was so cold. all in all a not so good drink.
i need to wake up on time for work. wan an.
fergalicious def-
a flight of stairs never felt like such a journey...
i tried going to lab. i failed. my body's given up.
i feel ravished. or did i meant famished? languid?
my tastebuds are skewed. these lifesavers easter-themed gummies are grossing me out. normally i am a fan of any gummy-type candy. not-too-sweet, not loaded with too much sugar. but these bunnies & eggs: *barf* i was angry last night also because i was craving cadbury, and kroger didn't have any- not along the easter aisle, not along the regular candy aisle. what further infuriated me was that they didn't have dill flavored Zapp's. i settled for mesquite bbq because maus said those were good. she better be right, or whippings for her there will be. that naughty girl.
must i clarify again that i do not have a crush on kai? well. i said it again. let's see if this message actually gets through to anyone.
maybe i'll just go somewhere cold/nicely air-conditioned. gamestop. barnes and noble. target. galleria?
fever. i'm burning.
that phrase: "i don't give a shit." i think that may apply. i'm usually picky about not drinking straight from the container- orange juice, milk, etc. i don't care. nobody else is gonna drink from my simply orange, high pulp, orange juice. MMM SO T to the A to the S-T-E-Y.
i feel like japanese food tonight. might just go by myself to nippon. splurge on myself today.
vote for the sexiest woman ever to front the cover of gq? i don't know if i could pick among them. julia roberts (in '91, pretty woman days, not ugly now days), tyra banks, heidi klum, charlize theron, angelina jolie, lindsay lohan, jessica alba, jessica simpson, jennifer aniston, and adriana lima.
julia roberts- there are very few attractive redheads; she may just be one of them (kate walsh as dr. addison montgomery being the other in my mind).
tyra banks- her cover photo's scary. big boobs though.
heidi klum- germans? blondes? german blondes? mmm...
charlize theron- classic, not too conservative...
angelina jolie- eludes sex. a LOT of it. she looks like she wants sex. and you'll let her have her way with you.
lindsay lohan- red head. big boobs. not anymore because of her anorexia. done.
jessica alba- all-american, nice tone/tan.
jennifer aniston- nice body, especially her stomach. face could use a little work.
adriana lima- brazilian model, victoria's secret. like tyra banks, but not as scary.
this really shouldn't matter that much. oh well.
Someone passes away, and everyone posts pictures of their fondest memories of that person. The pictures that are posted only consist of that person drinking. Is that how you would want to be remembered? For being someone's drinking buddy? Is that even a valid memory? Out of all the times you spend with one person, the best you could come up with is when you're in a partially incoherent state of mind?
i'm talking jalto to target after work. tried reaching crassie but apparently she's gone to volunteering.
People like separating their juice from the actual fruit. Eating the actual fruit may be healthier for you, but people have an affinity for sugar. I don't know why. When you drink juice, do you prefer that it not be pulpy? Wouldn't having pulp in the juice be better? Since the pulp contains some of the fiber and probably retains a lot of the nutrients. Whatever. Sugar-laced drinks.
I don't tell my parents whenever I get sick. My rationale is that they'll worry less than they usually do because I don't call them enough. Only when I actually feel close to dying will I call them and ask about which medicine to take. I won't take pills until it's absolutely necessary. my TCM treatment? a lot of fluids, rest, make sure I eat at every meal. herbs? haha, maybe ginger, garlic. and no fatty foods.
how long would food sealed in plastic last? canned food, i'm sure it'll last a while, but some food processing companies have put these microwavable food items that take only 90 seconds to cook, and it's a meal in itself: pasta, meat (questionable, it cook be a tofu substitute), vegetables.
new hits: [port crane (US)]
i tried going to lab. i failed. my body's given up.
i feel ravished. or did i meant famished? languid?
my tastebuds are skewed. these lifesavers easter-themed gummies are grossing me out. normally i am a fan of any gummy-type candy. not-too-sweet, not loaded with too much sugar. but these bunnies & eggs: *barf* i was angry last night also because i was craving cadbury, and kroger didn't have any- not along the easter aisle, not along the regular candy aisle. what further infuriated me was that they didn't have dill flavored Zapp's. i settled for mesquite bbq because maus said those were good. she better be right, or whippings for her there will be. that naughty girl.
must i clarify again that i do not have a crush on kai? well. i said it again. let's see if this message actually gets through to anyone.
maybe i'll just go somewhere cold/nicely air-conditioned. gamestop. barnes and noble. target. galleria?
fever. i'm burning.
that phrase: "i don't give a shit." i think that may apply. i'm usually picky about not drinking straight from the container- orange juice, milk, etc. i don't care. nobody else is gonna drink from my simply orange, high pulp, orange juice. MMM SO T to the A to the S-T-E-Y.
i feel like japanese food tonight. might just go by myself to nippon. splurge on myself today.
vote for the sexiest woman ever to front the cover of gq? i don't know if i could pick among them. julia roberts (in '91, pretty woman days, not ugly now days), tyra banks, heidi klum, charlize theron, angelina jolie, lindsay lohan, jessica alba, jessica simpson, jennifer aniston, and adriana lima.
julia roberts- there are very few attractive redheads; she may just be one of them (kate walsh as dr. addison montgomery being the other in my mind).
tyra banks- her cover photo's scary. big boobs though.
heidi klum- germans? blondes? german blondes? mmm...
charlize theron- classic, not too conservative...
angelina jolie- eludes sex. a LOT of it. she looks like she wants sex. and you'll let her have her way with you.
lindsay lohan- red head. big boobs. not anymore because of her anorexia. done.
jessica alba- all-american, nice tone/tan.
jennifer aniston- nice body, especially her stomach. face could use a little work.
adriana lima- brazilian model, victoria's secret. like tyra banks, but not as scary.
this really shouldn't matter that much. oh well.
Someone passes away, and everyone posts pictures of their fondest memories of that person. The pictures that are posted only consist of that person drinking. Is that how you would want to be remembered? For being someone's drinking buddy? Is that even a valid memory? Out of all the times you spend with one person, the best you could come up with is when you're in a partially incoherent state of mind?
i'm talking jalto to target after work. tried reaching crassie but apparently she's gone to volunteering.
People like separating their juice from the actual fruit. Eating the actual fruit may be healthier for you, but people have an affinity for sugar. I don't know why. When you drink juice, do you prefer that it not be pulpy? Wouldn't having pulp in the juice be better? Since the pulp contains some of the fiber and probably retains a lot of the nutrients. Whatever. Sugar-laced drinks.
I don't tell my parents whenever I get sick. My rationale is that they'll worry less than they usually do because I don't call them enough. Only when I actually feel close to dying will I call them and ask about which medicine to take. I won't take pills until it's absolutely necessary. my TCM treatment? a lot of fluids, rest, make sure I eat at every meal. herbs? haha, maybe ginger, garlic. and no fatty foods.
how long would food sealed in plastic last? canned food, i'm sure it'll last a while, but some food processing companies have put these microwavable food items that take only 90 seconds to cook, and it's a meal in itself: pasta, meat (questionable, it cook be a tofu substitute), vegetables.
new hits: [port crane (US)]
it's gonna be a bright, bright, bright (too bright) sun-shiny day
new hits: [avondale (US), Paris]
what was your perception of caca as a kid? as a kid, one would be unlikely to pick the caca-colored crayon for fear of being laughed at by the other kids. but what was that color to you?
me- caca would have been that nasty dark yellow that bordered on gray/green/brown. anything that resembled that color, i would have said it looked like caca. caca because i lived in the south, so i'm close to spanish speakers. i don't know what people would have called it up north/west/east. on the contrary, my excrement was not that color. ever. maybe other colors, due to artificial or asian food, but never a dark yellowish gray.
why caca? well. i appease my sickness with a good night's rest, missing two classes (again), and how do i get repaid? I cough up huge chunks of phlegm this morning after my shower that are indeed caca-colored.
as a worker at a hospital, it's counter-intuitive to bring sickness into the hospital. but that's what i'm going to have to do today, to make up for the hours that i didn't come in this week. i'm also going to bring my tissue box. with the red flower print. because that's the only box i have. oy.
i've been going through phases of food nostalgia. i was a chef boyardee kid. so, yes, i've been having recent cravings for chef, even though the sauce is pretty much uniform through all his "flavored" varieties, and the pasta, although they come in different forms, tastes uniform just as well. the chili cheese sauce = the spaghetti sauce. false advertisement?
what was your perception of caca as a kid? as a kid, one would be unlikely to pick the caca-colored crayon for fear of being laughed at by the other kids. but what was that color to you?
me- caca would have been that nasty dark yellow that bordered on gray/green/brown. anything that resembled that color, i would have said it looked like caca. caca because i lived in the south, so i'm close to spanish speakers. i don't know what people would have called it up north/west/east. on the contrary, my excrement was not that color. ever. maybe other colors, due to artificial or asian food, but never a dark yellowish gray.
why caca? well. i appease my sickness with a good night's rest, missing two classes (again), and how do i get repaid? I cough up huge chunks of phlegm this morning after my shower that are indeed caca-colored.
as a worker at a hospital, it's counter-intuitive to bring sickness into the hospital. but that's what i'm going to have to do today, to make up for the hours that i didn't come in this week. i'm also going to bring my tissue box. with the red flower print. because that's the only box i have. oy.
i've been going through phases of food nostalgia. i was a chef boyardee kid. so, yes, i've been having recent cravings for chef, even though the sauce is pretty much uniform through all his "flavored" varieties, and the pasta, although they come in different forms, tastes uniform just as well. the chili cheese sauce = the spaghetti sauce. false advertisement?
3.22.2007
i have no weaknesses
are you kidding me?! THAT'S all that jalto wanted to have a talk with me about?!
i would have thought we were going to have a serious conversation about something... important. But a girl?! UGH!
i've been more forgetful about things recently. Just now, I was doing the laundry, and then I couldn't hear the machine anymore from upstairs. I went down to see what was wrong, and the door was still open. My dishwasher's also broken. It didn't make this loud annoying noise like it usually does, so I went downstairs again to check what was wrong. Water was leaking from the dishwasher. Useless, modern conveniences.
Is New England clam chowder the one that uses a tomato base, or is it another clam chowder that does?
I noticed that Brad cut his hair. Brad told me he cut it himself. Bricey-bryce. please. convince drab to let me recut his hair. I would like him so much more if I could fine-tune it JUST A BIT.
I just got the craving for spaghetti. I might make a frying pan full of spaghetti sauce and just eat it for 3 days straight. again. 3 times a day. I didn't get tired of it- probably because the sauce was so rich and full of different vegetables.
Now that I've been through hell and back this week, I get to endure it all over again next week. But I get the weekend to relax and apply to jobs, take care of the apartment, fool around.
i would have thought we were going to have a serious conversation about something... important. But a girl?! UGH!
i've been more forgetful about things recently. Just now, I was doing the laundry, and then I couldn't hear the machine anymore from upstairs. I went down to see what was wrong, and the door was still open. My dishwasher's also broken. It didn't make this loud annoying noise like it usually does, so I went downstairs again to check what was wrong. Water was leaking from the dishwasher. Useless, modern conveniences.
Is New England clam chowder the one that uses a tomato base, or is it another clam chowder that does?
I noticed that Brad cut his hair. Brad told me he cut it himself. Bricey-bryce. please. convince drab to let me recut his hair. I would like him so much more if I could fine-tune it JUST A BIT.
I just got the craving for spaghetti. I might make a frying pan full of spaghetti sauce and just eat it for 3 days straight. again. 3 times a day. I didn't get tired of it- probably because the sauce was so rich and full of different vegetables.
Now that I've been through hell and back this week, I get to endure it all over again next week. But I get the weekend to relax and apply to jobs, take care of the apartment, fool around.
phlegm
psh, as if i make out with people. did clare leave yet? good riddance.
amstelveen is a place- in germany, i suppose?
right now- still coughing, although my fever's gone away. how? i smothered myself with my comforter and put a cold towel on my forehead- trick the body into thinking it's warm while cooling down the brain center so that it doesn't destroy any more of my brain cells.
also right now- doing my powerpoint, which is due in 2 hours. I finished one slide, just have to do 2 more and the poster that compiles everything. adios amigos.
phlegm coming out from everywhere- my nose, my mouth. it's making me cough so hard- at least i'm getting a workout for my abs. i always get my six pack after getting sick. so is getting sick a good thing? sick = defined abs, weight loss, staying in bed all day. maybe so...
amstelveen is a place- in germany, i suppose?
right now- still coughing, although my fever's gone away. how? i smothered myself with my comforter and put a cold towel on my forehead- trick the body into thinking it's warm while cooling down the brain center so that it doesn't destroy any more of my brain cells.
also right now- doing my powerpoint, which is due in 2 hours. I finished one slide, just have to do 2 more and the poster that compiles everything. adios amigos.
phlegm coming out from everywhere- my nose, my mouth. it's making me cough so hard- at least i'm getting a workout for my abs. i always get my six pack after getting sick. so is getting sick a good thing? sick = defined abs, weight loss, staying in bed all day. maybe so...
3.21.2007
who needs a heart?
new hit: [amstelveen]
you two are going to agree with some random redneck?! UGH!
and i'm not eating peas. i'm eating dumps. jeez.
i'm nowhere near making my mix cd, but here's another idea- a mix cd complete with raspy voices.
i wasted money today. text messaging. i think i was flirting with someone. terrible of me. i'm dying, i shouldn't be having a crush.
4 hours later: i still have a fever, cough, sore throat, runny/red nose, headache, gas, and chapped lips from having to breathe through my mouth. ughhh....
people's birthdays are coming up. what should i get them for their birthdays? or should i get anything at all for them?
SWEET. something good coming from this week. friday class cancelled.
i screw myself over by not going to class. i find out that the test is in two days. then again, i usually don't start until at least the night before, but it'd be nice to know. do we have an endo test coming up soon?
what's love got to do with it?
i'm enjoying my hot shower, getting ready to finish my powerpoint project, and jones people are calling me to come out and party?! JEEZ.
in some interview on webmd, this doctor starts to criticize chinese food and how much sodium/calories/etc. it has in their dishes. The dishes that they tested? orange/crispy beef, lemon chicken, sweet and sour pork. what do they all have in common? well they're deep-fried americanized chinese dishes. Any of those dishes caters to the american palate- anything battered and deep-fried or sweet just tastes better. I like how they choose deep-fried dishes to come up with an article about how "unhealthy" chinese food is. The high-sodium thing, though, I won't argue. Asians looooove their salt. Going out to ANY restaurant, you really shouldn't be worried about the calories because you know the number's going to be up there. If you're going to complain about restaurant food, why bother going? Oh, right, because people are too lazy to learn how to cook food from that region.
i'm hungry- going to eat something before i lose any more weight.
you two are going to agree with some random redneck?! UGH!
and i'm not eating peas. i'm eating dumps. jeez.
i'm nowhere near making my mix cd, but here's another idea- a mix cd complete with raspy voices.
i wasted money today. text messaging. i think i was flirting with someone. terrible of me. i'm dying, i shouldn't be having a crush.
4 hours later: i still have a fever, cough, sore throat, runny/red nose, headache, gas, and chapped lips from having to breathe through my mouth. ughhh....
people's birthdays are coming up. what should i get them for their birthdays? or should i get anything at all for them?
SWEET. something good coming from this week. friday class cancelled.
i screw myself over by not going to class. i find out that the test is in two days. then again, i usually don't start until at least the night before, but it'd be nice to know. do we have an endo test coming up soon?
what's love got to do with it?
i'm enjoying my hot shower, getting ready to finish my powerpoint project, and jones people are calling me to come out and party?! JEEZ.
in some interview on webmd, this doctor starts to criticize chinese food and how much sodium/calories/etc. it has in their dishes. The dishes that they tested? orange/crispy beef, lemon chicken, sweet and sour pork. what do they all have in common? well they're deep-fried americanized chinese dishes. Any of those dishes caters to the american palate- anything battered and deep-fried or sweet just tastes better. I like how they choose deep-fried dishes to come up with an article about how "unhealthy" chinese food is. The high-sodium thing, though, I won't argue. Asians looooove their salt. Going out to ANY restaurant, you really shouldn't be worried about the calories because you know the number's going to be up there. If you're going to complain about restaurant food, why bother going? Oh, right, because people are too lazy to learn how to cook food from that region.
i'm hungry- going to eat something before i lose any more weight.
coffee drip
maybe i got sick from the coffee... it was just sitting there when i decided to warm it up and drink it.
can you have a negative sex drive? sure you can lose it, or there might not be one, but negative??
i'm going to stay in, eat dumpings. nose has been runny all day. fucking rudolph.
jalto-making a list, pecking it twice? dirty dirty whore.
right. contacT lenses. jesucristo.
the only free time i have to see doerfy's show is... friday. thursday i'll be tired, and any other day. guess that doesn't answer anything.
you know who else doesn't answer anything? bricey-bryce. actually i do hate the light. and underwear. natural ability? pushing the boundaries of men's conservative hair styling?! UGH. no help, at all! wouldn't it be not conservative anymore if you pushed the boundaries? you're only encroaching upon somebody else's space.
i will equal and triumph over your success, and i will dye his hair for free as well. and thanks for the alcohol note. although he's antsy/fidgety to begin with, so i don't know how that will work out.
another interest- hair. i guess i should bring my stylist utility belt with me to cut bradford assay's hair. the ones that people wear in chinatown that carry the scissors, brushes, water bottle, etc.
i'm sick- sick of blogging now, sick of sun, sick of everything. going to eat. peaS.
can you have a negative sex drive? sure you can lose it, or there might not be one, but negative??
i'm going to stay in, eat dumpings. nose has been runny all day. fucking rudolph.
jalto-making a list, pecking it twice? dirty dirty whore.
right. contacT lenses. jesucristo.
the only free time i have to see doerfy's show is... friday. thursday i'll be tired, and any other day. guess that doesn't answer anything.
you know who else doesn't answer anything? bricey-bryce. actually i do hate the light. and underwear. natural ability? pushing the boundaries of men's conservative hair styling?! UGH. no help, at all! wouldn't it be not conservative anymore if you pushed the boundaries? you're only encroaching upon somebody else's space.
i will equal and triumph over your success, and i will dye his hair for free as well. and thanks for the alcohol note. although he's antsy/fidgety to begin with, so i don't know how that will work out.
another interest- hair. i guess i should bring my stylist utility belt with me to cut bradford assay's hair. the ones that people wear in chinatown that carry the scissors, brushes, water bottle, etc.
i'm sick- sick of blogging now, sick of sun, sick of everything. going to eat. peaS.
3.19.2007
i gave her cough syrup, she gave me the flu
so maybe my theory does not apply. I had a huge spike sunday. MWFS- low viewership on those days.
too much stress, not enough sleep, 60 hour workloads each week => compromised immune function. I have a sore throat right now. and my stomach is not tolerating food well, which can only mean one thing: me getting sick. For the first time in a year.
did audrey hepburn do any voice training? i still like her voice in the songs that she sings.
"if i were a sexual being, i'd have sex with you." that thought was running through my mind as i was driving back from the review session for labor economics. i wasn't playing any music in the car- that might have contributed to my imagination wandering elsewhere.
barbra = bar + bra. streisand. she sucks. and so does her music.
so it's true. another one bites the dust. but he still has naming kids with michelle as one of his activities. he's a free man now? uh oh.
i think i will attend doerfy's show. i am a fan of the Clue game, hopefully the musical(?) will be just as good.
i got in trouble. but i don't really care. i'm too close to graduating to worry about meaningless drivel.
i'm going to eat flat rice noodles. lots of it. and pizza. totino's pizzas. shoot, i better get some before kroger closes.
oh- bricey-bryce. how did you cut drab's hair. i volunteered to cut his hair sometime. i might sedate him so that i can dye his hair and asia-fy it. mwahaha.
new hits: [arlington, independence (US), denver, marcola]
too much stress, not enough sleep, 60 hour workloads each week => compromised immune function. I have a sore throat right now. and my stomach is not tolerating food well, which can only mean one thing: me getting sick. For the first time in a year.
did audrey hepburn do any voice training? i still like her voice in the songs that she sings.
"if i were a sexual being, i'd have sex with you." that thought was running through my mind as i was driving back from the review session for labor economics. i wasn't playing any music in the car- that might have contributed to my imagination wandering elsewhere.
barbra = bar + bra. streisand. she sucks. and so does her music.
so it's true. another one bites the dust. but he still has naming kids with michelle as one of his activities. he's a free man now? uh oh.
i think i will attend doerfy's show. i am a fan of the Clue game, hopefully the musical(?) will be just as good.
i got in trouble. but i don't really care. i'm too close to graduating to worry about meaningless drivel.
i'm going to eat flat rice noodles. lots of it. and pizza. totino's pizzas. shoot, i better get some before kroger closes.
oh- bricey-bryce. how did you cut drab's hair. i volunteered to cut his hair sometime. i might sedate him so that i can dye his hair and asia-fy it. mwahaha.
new hits: [arlington, independence (US), denver, marcola]
3.18.2007
take my sunshine away
new hits: [changchun, beijing, shanghai]. I think I might just be getting hits from China because my blog title has chinese characters in it. Although my first name in Chinese is the same as the billionaire Li Ka shing- real estate mogul? Maybe people are searching for news about him.
Why do people purchase/wear underwear of various colors if almost everybody isn't going to see it? Is there a need to manufacture underwear in all colors of the rainbow? Uniformity. Everybody wants to be unque, I suppose. Then again, if people just wore white, it could get messy with all those urine stains and skid marks if people don't clean themselves thoroughly after a #1 and #2. Can't bleach get rid of those stains?
Is having a -6.50 prescription for contacs bad?
more hits: [mexico, marcola (US?), jinan]
Dios mio. Jalto's single on facebook. Now is that true or is he just joking? Relationship status on facebook.
Why do people purchase/wear underwear of various colors if almost everybody isn't going to see it? Is there a need to manufacture underwear in all colors of the rainbow? Uniformity. Everybody wants to be unque, I suppose. Then again, if people just wore white, it could get messy with all those urine stains and skid marks if people don't clean themselves thoroughly after a #1 and #2. Can't bleach get rid of those stains?
Is having a -6.50 prescription for contacs bad?
more hits: [mexico, marcola (US?), jinan]
Dios mio. Jalto's single on facebook. Now is that true or is he just joking? Relationship status on facebook.
the aftermath
This theory is formulated from my analytics only- most people are busiest during the middle of the week. That, or they are doing something besides work at that time. The weekend, too. People are probably having fun/going out, which explains the low number of hits on my blog. Readership increases with boredom/work, decreases when they have better things to do with their lives.
Flatulence. Increasing with old age. Are you going to be that creepy old man that farts all the time without a care? While the rest of the crowd snickers and laughs at the antique who's lost control of his bowel movements. Adult diapers. Hah!
Saw Pete and Corby last night. Went to their party because the ladies wanted to go even though I don't talk to them that much. Crowded party. Everyone cramming in just to get free booze. At least the keg had shiner in it. I have a thing for warm beer. Maybe that's why I nurse a bottle for a long time until it's lukewarm.
Mix tapes/cassettes. Don't know how I'm supposed to do that with mp3's. Guess I'll have to stick to mix CD's.
How to handle your friends when they get shit-faced drunk and start vomitting. Suggestions?
Reasons to not drink coffee: it doesn't taste that great-I load a cup with 4 packets of sugar for it to be drinkable, my stomach hurts after drinking it, it doesn't help keep me awake, and it makes me feel like I have to take a dump constantly. Coffee= more dumping urges. Gross, I know.
So my plan to smoke a cig each month while drinking hasn't happened, but that's ok. I basically wasted money buying those two packs of cigarettes. Although I like how the clove ones make my backpack smell sweet.
upcoming cooking project(s): when it comes to food, how important is presentation to you? Jalto said something the other day about how he hates that Japanese food is carefully prepared so that it looks amazing. He just wants to eat the darn thing. Could you eat something amorphous or lacking in aesthetic value? I imagine most Indian foods and any other culture that produces curries to not care so much about image. It looks like diarrhea to me everytime I see a curry dish. And everytime I eat curry... well. Let's just say it was spicy and burning going in one orifice, spicy/burning going out the other. Again, gross.
Flatulence. Increasing with old age. Are you going to be that creepy old man that farts all the time without a care? While the rest of the crowd snickers and laughs at the antique who's lost control of his bowel movements. Adult diapers. Hah!
Saw Pete and Corby last night. Went to their party because the ladies wanted to go even though I don't talk to them that much. Crowded party. Everyone cramming in just to get free booze. At least the keg had shiner in it. I have a thing for warm beer. Maybe that's why I nurse a bottle for a long time until it's lukewarm.
Mix tapes/cassettes. Don't know how I'm supposed to do that with mp3's. Guess I'll have to stick to mix CD's.
How to handle your friends when they get shit-faced drunk and start vomitting. Suggestions?
Reasons to not drink coffee: it doesn't taste that great-I load a cup with 4 packets of sugar for it to be drinkable, my stomach hurts after drinking it, it doesn't help keep me awake, and it makes me feel like I have to take a dump constantly. Coffee= more dumping urges. Gross, I know.
So my plan to smoke a cig each month while drinking hasn't happened, but that's ok. I basically wasted money buying those two packs of cigarettes. Although I like how the clove ones make my backpack smell sweet.
upcoming cooking project(s): when it comes to food, how important is presentation to you? Jalto said something the other day about how he hates that Japanese food is carefully prepared so that it looks amazing. He just wants to eat the darn thing. Could you eat something amorphous or lacking in aesthetic value? I imagine most Indian foods and any other culture that produces curries to not care so much about image. It looks like diarrhea to me everytime I see a curry dish. And everytime I eat curry... well. Let's just say it was spicy and burning going in one orifice, spicy/burning going out the other. Again, gross.
anal explosions
Too many thoughts. Haven't been able to process all of them. Hence I will list all of them in no particular order.
Swamped this week. On Tuesday: problem set due, test in the afternoon, test at night. Poster draft due yesterday, final draft due thursday, poster presentation thursday, problem set due friday, job apps to write up/finish/send, readings to make up for in class, research to do in lab. Makes me want to scream.
I got into Maus's pants. again.
Drab. He only calls when he needs to use me.
LNY's over. whoo.
Another of my former high school friends is getting engaged. Is it just a Texas thing? That brings the pre-college graduation marriage count to... 20? Now having a child before/during college- that's another thing to be worried about.
Taking care of drunk clarence. again. Ilse riding me while I'm trying to sleep on the futon. Um, yeah. Enough said.
I fit into Maus' clothing. Is that odd?
I'm a little bit country. Going to buy some boots, a cowboy hat, and a belt with a HUGE-AZZ buckle.
That's it for now. Just happy to get off work. But I have to go back to Jones tonight. Just for Drab. I hate him.
recent hits: [Concord, Richmond (CA)]
Swamped this week. On Tuesday: problem set due, test in the afternoon, test at night. Poster draft due yesterday, final draft due thursday, poster presentation thursday, problem set due friday, job apps to write up/finish/send, readings to make up for in class, research to do in lab. Makes me want to scream.
I got into Maus's pants. again.
Drab. He only calls when he needs to use me.
LNY's over. whoo.
Another of my former high school friends is getting engaged. Is it just a Texas thing? That brings the pre-college graduation marriage count to... 20? Now having a child before/during college- that's another thing to be worried about.
Taking care of drunk clarence. again. Ilse riding me while I'm trying to sleep on the futon. Um, yeah. Enough said.
I fit into Maus' clothing. Is that odd?
I'm a little bit country. Going to buy some boots, a cowboy hat, and a belt with a HUGE-AZZ buckle.
That's it for now. Just happy to get off work. But I have to go back to Jones tonight. Just for Drab. I hate him.
recent hits: [Concord, Richmond (CA)]
3.15.2007
It's Magic
new hits: [Neijiang. Reinickendorf. Bombay]. I play with my tracker too much, but it is exciting to see that my blog is getting hits from all over the world. And the number is increasing in Japan, so Buraisu is indeed reading my blog. excellent *twiddles fingers*.
Countdown: 2 more days until LNY. Thank God it's about to be over. Although I feel like I'm wearing less clothing as the show progresses.
I'm trying this torrent built for Mac. and it didn't work... brah.
Dance practice- too tiring. I missed both my classes today, including the 1:00 PM one. What to do about this getting up problem...
This is going to be another attempt at pulling an all-nighter. I really do lack discipline.
Midnight visitor? Kai? Haha, wanting some candy for her cough.
Who's the lead singer of The Cars? For 80's music, there probably aren't many songs of theirs that I don't like.
Summer: can't wait. Can't Hardly Wait- isn't Jennifer Love Hewitt in that movie? I used to like her in her roles around the mid-90s. Now she's doing bad shows on Lifetime and the Ghost Whisperer. Not to say that her earlier work was great either.
Oh. I did eat those 40 pieces of shrimp for lunch today, and I felt SO GREAT afterwards. So I can't get tired of eating pizza, but eating cold shrimp that the store has failed to get rid of the fishy smell/taste along with a cup of cocktail sauce- it's exhausting. Now I do enjoy a food coma often, but not from something fishy and tiring. My next food adventure involved Zapp's potato chips again: this time the Too Hot Jalapeno. It wasn't astounding either.
More about food later. I'm going to have my mochi ice creams now. Guten nacht.
Countdown: 2 more days until LNY. Thank God it's about to be over. Although I feel like I'm wearing less clothing as the show progresses.
I'm trying this torrent built for Mac. and it didn't work... brah.
Dance practice- too tiring. I missed both my classes today, including the 1:00 PM one. What to do about this getting up problem...
This is going to be another attempt at pulling an all-nighter. I really do lack discipline.
Midnight visitor? Kai? Haha, wanting some candy for her cough.
Who's the lead singer of The Cars? For 80's music, there probably aren't many songs of theirs that I don't like.
Summer: can't wait. Can't Hardly Wait- isn't Jennifer Love Hewitt in that movie? I used to like her in her roles around the mid-90s. Now she's doing bad shows on Lifetime and the Ghost Whisperer. Not to say that her earlier work was great either.
Oh. I did eat those 40 pieces of shrimp for lunch today, and I felt SO GREAT afterwards. So I can't get tired of eating pizza, but eating cold shrimp that the store has failed to get rid of the fishy smell/taste along with a cup of cocktail sauce- it's exhausting. Now I do enjoy a food coma often, but not from something fishy and tiring. My next food adventure involved Zapp's potato chips again: this time the Too Hot Jalapeno. It wasn't astounding either.
More about food later. I'm going to have my mochi ice creams now. Guten nacht.
40 ct. shrimp cocktail
i could have eaten 40 pieces of cold shrimp with cocktail sauce tonight, if only they were thawed by the time i got back from dance practice. sigh. i had two sandwiches, two pickles, and 1/3 of a bag of zapp's chips instead.
ohhhhh bricey-bryce. your comments really do make me L.O.L. obnoxiously pale?! huh?! and if only my homework were kingdom hearts 2. and no, it's probably not easy to move furniture to cali unless i have a u-haul. that, or telekinesis.
i do enjoy procrastinating, and nothing makes my day better when i read the instructions for a project the day that it's due and realize that it's due three days later. sweet, i'm going to bed.
what am i going to do with a wallet chain? and a studded belt? and black suspenders? poseur- another way to spell poser. do i have rebellious tendencies? or am i just appropriating subculture's commodities for my mainstream consumption? i might be wearing those things for the Lunar New Year show saturday.
didn't make senior pub crawl. probably won't make bakerfeast, although i am a bit skeptical as to the "feast" in the name. it could be false advertisement. i haven't had a meal worthy of being called a feast in a while.
and yes, i do have more dumpings from home. i never leave home without them, no thanks to my mother who worries about me not eating enough. seeing how my mom feeds me and the rest of my family, i'm not sure why china isn't filled with obese people. they all have this gaunt, starved look about them.
going to bed late. and rising early. i want to finish my applications and hopefully get a job.
ohhhhh bricey-bryce. your comments really do make me L.O.L. obnoxiously pale?! huh?! and if only my homework were kingdom hearts 2. and no, it's probably not easy to move furniture to cali unless i have a u-haul. that, or telekinesis.
i do enjoy procrastinating, and nothing makes my day better when i read the instructions for a project the day that it's due and realize that it's due three days later. sweet, i'm going to bed.
what am i going to do with a wallet chain? and a studded belt? and black suspenders? poseur- another way to spell poser. do i have rebellious tendencies? or am i just appropriating subculture's commodities for my mainstream consumption? i might be wearing those things for the Lunar New Year show saturday.
didn't make senior pub crawl. probably won't make bakerfeast, although i am a bit skeptical as to the "feast" in the name. it could be false advertisement. i haven't had a meal worthy of being called a feast in a while.
and yes, i do have more dumpings from home. i never leave home without them, no thanks to my mother who worries about me not eating enough. seeing how my mom feeds me and the rest of my family, i'm not sure why china isn't filled with obese people. they all have this gaunt, starved look about them.
going to bed late. and rising early. i want to finish my applications and hopefully get a job.
3.14.2007
the land of fruits and nuts
brad will go to chinatown with me and get an asia-fied haircut. he's my favorite now, bricey-bryce. Although he is a bit pale.
just a few hours after having sprayed iklear on my laptop, clare gets his greasy hands all over it. ugh.
so i didn't expect this problem set to take so long, i ended up staying in the suite until around 2. Probably because i spent a lot of time talking to Mousse about our future plans to eat cookie cake, go-karting, and dumps. But dumps only after fondue, cake, and something else.
I'm going to apply to these jobs. Tomorrow. Yeah. Good thinking Maury. I'll get on it about the job experience. I might just take all the tests- GRE, GMAT, MCAT. Keep my options open and my pockets empty. It would be sweet to get a job in Cali because I could just move all my furniture there instead of trying to sell it to people or move it back home where there's no space. Although PoorNeel has been making some offers for my couch. I could sell the junk to the girls' suite.
Sophie Marceau is very skinny. She just hides it well under all those layers of clothing. While others have trouble losing weight, hers is the opposite.
rain and lightning.
headliners interest me more than the actual article. Although plenty of people have trouble either summarizing something into one sentence or making that headliner catchy.
So inner sunset is apparently the older part of UCSF.
Kingdom Hearts 2. RPG's. You could either beat the game really quickly and go through the entire story, or do that AND collect the best weapons/armor/stuff before finishing it. I'm currently doing the latter and wasting away my afternoon. Which is why I'm still up doing my tarea. Alouette. Freire Jacques?
just a few hours after having sprayed iklear on my laptop, clare gets his greasy hands all over it. ugh.
so i didn't expect this problem set to take so long, i ended up staying in the suite until around 2. Probably because i spent a lot of time talking to Mousse about our future plans to eat cookie cake, go-karting, and dumps. But dumps only after fondue, cake, and something else.
I'm going to apply to these jobs. Tomorrow. Yeah. Good thinking Maury. I'll get on it about the job experience. I might just take all the tests- GRE, GMAT, MCAT. Keep my options open and my pockets empty. It would be sweet to get a job in Cali because I could just move all my furniture there instead of trying to sell it to people or move it back home where there's no space. Although PoorNeel has been making some offers for my couch. I could sell the junk to the girls' suite.
Sophie Marceau is very skinny. She just hides it well under all those layers of clothing. While others have trouble losing weight, hers is the opposite.
rain and lightning.
headliners interest me more than the actual article. Although plenty of people have trouble either summarizing something into one sentence or making that headliner catchy.
So inner sunset is apparently the older part of UCSF.
Kingdom Hearts 2. RPG's. You could either beat the game really quickly and go through the entire story, or do that AND collect the best weapons/armor/stuff before finishing it. I'm currently doing the latter and wasting away my afternoon. Which is why I'm still up doing my tarea. Alouette. Freire Jacques?
3.12.2007
here come the men in black
i heard this song the other day that will smith probably used for his single. some girl was singing most of it- i think the chorus stayed on his single.
NOPE. twas a sampling from an american r&b singer. help me to remember!
End. So. The Future. Possible paths:
-lab tech, which i just found today, based in UCSF, CA! the posting's only 3 days old, so there's a chance i may get to it before most people, but i need to write a cv.
-PR for my aunt in hk, but i'd prefer not to go to hong kong.
-editorial assistant for nature publishing group: i could gain experience in writing, but it's based in new york, and the job description is not all that enticing.
-working at the restaurant. spending all that time to leave waco just to come back to it? no.
-go to cali, hang out with my relatives, learn to cook from my gramms. nobody else is learning how to cook in the family, her food's awesome. good option.
-traditional chinese medicine. several schools in cali, apparently they're doing research on that at md anderson and findings show that cancer patients improved. need more.
-side projects. i'd like to write a book, do a movie. my interests lie all over the place. just one quality movie, one quality book. dancing- break, hiphop. i could do that on the side as well.
1:30 and no progress with my homework. i'm going to bed. adieu.
NOPE. twas a sampling from an american r&b singer. help me to remember!
End. So. The Future. Possible paths:
-lab tech, which i just found today, based in UCSF, CA! the posting's only 3 days old, so there's a chance i may get to it before most people, but i need to write a cv.
-PR for my aunt in hk, but i'd prefer not to go to hong kong.
-editorial assistant for nature publishing group: i could gain experience in writing, but it's based in new york, and the job description is not all that enticing.
-working at the restaurant. spending all that time to leave waco just to come back to it? no.
-go to cali, hang out with my relatives, learn to cook from my gramms. nobody else is learning how to cook in the family, her food's awesome. good option.
-traditional chinese medicine. several schools in cali, apparently they're doing research on that at md anderson and findings show that cancer patients improved. need more.
-side projects. i'd like to write a book, do a movie. my interests lie all over the place. just one quality movie, one quality book. dancing- break, hiphop. i could do that on the side as well.
1:30 and no progress with my homework. i'm going to bed. adieu.
3.11.2007
dancing 6 hours in one day is tiring
i'm not blogging too much right now.
but stay tuned, blogging one the hour every 24 hours, after lny this weekend.
three blind mince?
expect new and drastic changes. some include:
one space after each period instead of the previous two (OH MY!)
posts that encompass a central theme (really? YES!)
actually that's it. if you have any more, i MIGHT be willing to listen. most of these are from clare. that jackass...
met all the people i needed to meet at jones today. i tire. bed. bye.
but stay tuned, blogging one the hour every 24 hours, after lny this weekend.
three blind mince?
expect new and drastic changes. some include:
one space after each period instead of the previous two (OH MY!)
posts that encompass a central theme (really? YES!)
actually that's it. if you have any more, i MIGHT be willing to listen. most of these are from clare. that jackass...
met all the people i needed to meet at jones today. i tire. bed. bye.
the ripe time to pick loquat
yeah yeah berkeley, boo.
hmm, my tactics just aren't clever enough to outwit you, bricey-bryce. guess i'll have to up the ante.
i wonder which one of us are planning to have kids in the future, and out of those who do, i wonder which couples will:
-teach their kids to hate gays
-look down upon their kids for associating with gays
-disown their child for being gay
-teach their kids to be tolerant to gays, but intolerant to their child if he/she were to be gay
basically act one way towards the general population, but reacting differently if someone close to home adopts that certain lifestyle.
i should know better than to buy clothes without trying them on, but usually i'm right about things... the hooded sweatshirts at american apparel don't fit, but the button-up shirts from taxi taxi fit fine. i purchased small sizes at both stores- the american apparel didn't fit. manufactured in LA... maybe people there are really thin. or purge themselves of excess weight in order to fit into those clothes.
apparently that effing japanese kid that brad met at stanford is 10.2x cooler than me now because he scuba dives and goes skydiving? whatever. brad likes chinese buffet- he is no longer cool in my book. but he can still be my pale-skinned midwestern lover.
hmm, my tactics just aren't clever enough to outwit you, bricey-bryce. guess i'll have to up the ante.
i wonder which one of us are planning to have kids in the future, and out of those who do, i wonder which couples will:
-teach their kids to hate gays
-look down upon their kids for associating with gays
-disown their child for being gay
-teach their kids to be tolerant to gays, but intolerant to their child if he/she were to be gay
basically act one way towards the general population, but reacting differently if someone close to home adopts that certain lifestyle.
i should know better than to buy clothes without trying them on, but usually i'm right about things... the hooded sweatshirts at american apparel don't fit, but the button-up shirts from taxi taxi fit fine. i purchased small sizes at both stores- the american apparel didn't fit. manufactured in LA... maybe people there are really thin. or purge themselves of excess weight in order to fit into those clothes.
apparently that effing japanese kid that brad met at stanford is 10.2x cooler than me now because he scuba dives and goes skydiving? whatever. brad likes chinese buffet- he is no longer cool in my book. but he can still be my pale-skinned midwestern lover.
3.08.2007
you can't hurry love
Analytics: fascinating. There's people from Jinan and Nanning reading my blog. So much more interesting than the ones in the U.S. accessing my blog. One spot switches betweeen Berkeley and El Cerrito. There's also a blip from Portland.
I grabbed some junk that I knew I wouldn't use before graduation and drove home. I also brought Kingdom Hearts with me. Almost done with that journey. Now I'm just collecting junk and getting the "ultimate" weapons typical of most rpg's.
I come home and my parents do what they usually do- watch tv or work on the computer. They look old. and tired.
My grandparents and aunt might come down to my graduation. I'm not sure why they would even though they went to my brother's. It was really annoying last year when I was just standing there with Mark in dress clothes. Too hot to be formal for a May graduation in Texas.
I'm only going to be staying home for 2 nights, 2 mornings. Feel like going back on Saturday so that I can chill at the Rodeo with Crassie and PoorNeel.
Jalto called me today while I was driving. Asking me what shoes to wear for Cpop. Hope he doesn't go out buying black shoes/converses just for the dance. Made it back home in 2 hours and 45 minutes, give or take.
Looking back on it, I probably could have done better on my econ paper. Oh well. Need to focus on what's next.
Planning on a productive day tomorrow. Going to finish applying to that editorial thing at Nature, catch up on reading. No dicking around. Just do it = quit dicking around?
My mouth gets drier when I'm in Waco. I keep writing an email response to Brad's "extension", but I always close the window before the email ever gets sent.
Road trip with Clare to Cali post-graduation? Shoot me now.
I haven't thought about the future until now. It finally struck me today. If I'm not going to do any more school, I can't say that I'm a student anymore, legally. My title's going to change from student to unemployed. At that point I realized I need to either find a job or apply to some educational institution and do something next year. A good business sense?
Best place to make money nowadays: the internet. Or setting up something that can be accessed by the internet, which reaches the world instead of just America. Set up camp in the states, but far-reaching business. I would also prey upon people's growing laziness. Offer a good or service that makes an activity or task more convenient for them. If that fails, I could always choose my point of attack from the basic needs- food, clothing, shelter. Set up a fabulous/trendy restaurant or food product line that plays on the "instant" notion- quick and easy, i.e., not taking up any of your time so that you can be full AND on your way to being productive at work. Clothing line that appeals to both sexes, also trendy so that cheap pieces of fabrics can be sold at ridiculously high prices, lending to uber profits. Real estate. No need to explain that- people have been milking that market for a long time.
My other idea is a tv show based off my life. But then everyone would know what I really think of them. Invasion of my private/personal life as well. People like tv, why not do a tv show?
First night in Waco- commence.
I grabbed some junk that I knew I wouldn't use before graduation and drove home. I also brought Kingdom Hearts with me. Almost done with that journey. Now I'm just collecting junk and getting the "ultimate" weapons typical of most rpg's.
I come home and my parents do what they usually do- watch tv or work on the computer. They look old. and tired.
My grandparents and aunt might come down to my graduation. I'm not sure why they would even though they went to my brother's. It was really annoying last year when I was just standing there with Mark in dress clothes. Too hot to be formal for a May graduation in Texas.
I'm only going to be staying home for 2 nights, 2 mornings. Feel like going back on Saturday so that I can chill at the Rodeo with Crassie and PoorNeel.
Jalto called me today while I was driving. Asking me what shoes to wear for Cpop. Hope he doesn't go out buying black shoes/converses just for the dance. Made it back home in 2 hours and 45 minutes, give or take.
Looking back on it, I probably could have done better on my econ paper. Oh well. Need to focus on what's next.
Planning on a productive day tomorrow. Going to finish applying to that editorial thing at Nature, catch up on reading. No dicking around. Just do it = quit dicking around?
My mouth gets drier when I'm in Waco. I keep writing an email response to Brad's "extension", but I always close the window before the email ever gets sent.
Road trip with Clare to Cali post-graduation? Shoot me now.
I haven't thought about the future until now. It finally struck me today. If I'm not going to do any more school, I can't say that I'm a student anymore, legally. My title's going to change from student to unemployed. At that point I realized I need to either find a job or apply to some educational institution and do something next year. A good business sense?
Best place to make money nowadays: the internet. Or setting up something that can be accessed by the internet, which reaches the world instead of just America. Set up camp in the states, but far-reaching business. I would also prey upon people's growing laziness. Offer a good or service that makes an activity or task more convenient for them. If that fails, I could always choose my point of attack from the basic needs- food, clothing, shelter. Set up a fabulous/trendy restaurant or food product line that plays on the "instant" notion- quick and easy, i.e., not taking up any of your time so that you can be full AND on your way to being productive at work. Clothing line that appeals to both sexes, also trendy so that cheap pieces of fabrics can be sold at ridiculously high prices, lending to uber profits. Real estate. No need to explain that- people have been milking that market for a long time.
My other idea is a tv show based off my life. But then everyone would know what I really think of them. Invasion of my private/personal life as well. People like tv, why not do a tv show?
First night in Waco- commence.
3.06.2007
Riding in Car with Boy
I was glad that one of the boys offered to drive me back to my apartment. My initial solution was just to spend the night on the couch. Then I remembered that Jalto left his door unlocked, and while I could sleep in his bed, I probably wouldn't. I'm not sure why.
Actually I am. It's probably because he's the dirtiest one out of the four that live in that suite.
Everyone's leaving one by one. Sad? It would probably be better if others left first.
I have a good business sense? I don't know where Brad gets that from, but maybe. I could always do that in my time off. Pick up an internship under my uncle or aunt, do all the random things and prolong the future that promises a steady job yet routine schedule.
Not partying enough with Jones people? I never partied hard in the first place, but sure, we can do something fun post LNY next week. Do you feel like dancin'?
'twas a good day, but nothing dramatic. One week of our life in a 30 minute segment? There has to be more interesting things going on with all of us. 30 minute weekly show that condenses everything a group of friends has done in the entire week? Too short for my tastes.
I tire. Bid thee good night.
Actually I am. It's probably because he's the dirtiest one out of the four that live in that suite.
Everyone's leaving one by one. Sad? It would probably be better if others left first.
I have a good business sense? I don't know where Brad gets that from, but maybe. I could always do that in my time off. Pick up an internship under my uncle or aunt, do all the random things and prolong the future that promises a steady job yet routine schedule.
Not partying enough with Jones people? I never partied hard in the first place, but sure, we can do something fun post LNY next week. Do you feel like dancin'?
'twas a good day, but nothing dramatic. One week of our life in a 30 minute segment? There has to be more interesting things going on with all of us. 30 minute weekly show that condenses everything a group of friends has done in the entire week? Too short for my tastes.
I tire. Bid thee good night.
It's almost closing time
I had the oddest thoughts today about Katie. I've been thinking that maybe I would have liked to remain friends with her, but things went awry last year, so that's probably out of the question.
If I were more aggressive or less hesitant, I think I might be dating her right now. There's some things that could have happened. Do you really let go of someone you actually click with? There's constant chattering and it's just a grand ole time. She wasn't that attractive, though. I'm not really attracted to curly hair. Actually I'm not sure if she was physically attractive in the first place.
Organization- apparently I can't survive in the real world if I don't plan out my day so that I can enjoy the remainder of it. I also can't have an entry with a centralized theme if I don't do that.
I don't like kids as much as I used to. Previously, I would be able to ignore the crying and the loud voices, but now they've just become obnoxious and annoying. There's this kid outside crying that I just want to strangle right about now.
Jazz music in a cafe- fitting. 80s soft rock at a hamburger joint- appropriate?
The computer really is distracting. Apparently I need to just sit myself at a desk with a lamp, my pencils/pens, and the task that needs to be finished (homework, for example) in order to accomplish that job. Perhaps structure will be a good thing in my life. Right? Yeah? HAHA, I can't believe Clare catches on to my mannerisms.
Ciao.
If I were more aggressive or less hesitant, I think I might be dating her right now. There's some things that could have happened. Do you really let go of someone you actually click with? There's constant chattering and it's just a grand ole time. She wasn't that attractive, though. I'm not really attracted to curly hair. Actually I'm not sure if she was physically attractive in the first place.
Organization- apparently I can't survive in the real world if I don't plan out my day so that I can enjoy the remainder of it. I also can't have an entry with a centralized theme if I don't do that.
I don't like kids as much as I used to. Previously, I would be able to ignore the crying and the loud voices, but now they've just become obnoxious and annoying. There's this kid outside crying that I just want to strangle right about now.
Jazz music in a cafe- fitting. 80s soft rock at a hamburger joint- appropriate?
The computer really is distracting. Apparently I need to just sit myself at a desk with a lamp, my pencils/pens, and the task that needs to be finished (homework, for example) in order to accomplish that job. Perhaps structure will be a good thing in my life. Right? Yeah? HAHA, I can't believe Clare catches on to my mannerisms.
Ciao.
African Art History
So. I know NOTHING about African Art History NOR do I know anything about spacing after a period. Do you use one space or two spaces after the period? "It's a matter of correctness."
"We use one space after a period in most applications on a computer because most applications use variable-width type. Two spaces after a period comes from fixed-width type (e.g., a typewriter). Many teachers still teach two spaces after a period because they were taught typing based on typewriter conventions. One space is enough in variable-width type. Two spaces is too much space." -rude interruption by Clarence; again, I lose my train of thought.
SO MUCH FOR MAH RESEARCH. Speaking of accents, Brad's Tennessian inflection of the Hick differs greatly from my perception of a Texan Hick.
I make it rain. Money AND hoes.
I've spent 16 years of my life. In Waco! I've got this inkling right now for Elvis Costello.
When you need to find information on any topic, where do you go? My first inclinationg is just to Wiki it even if the information might not be considered primary or legitimate sources.
"We use one space after a period in most applications on a computer because most applications use variable-width type. Two spaces after a period comes from fixed-width type (e.g., a typewriter). Many teachers still teach two spaces after a period because they were taught typing based on typewriter conventions. One space is enough in variable-width type. Two spaces is too much space." -rude interruption by Clarence; again, I lose my train of thought.
SO MUCH FOR MAH RESEARCH. Speaking of accents, Brad's Tennessian inflection of the Hick differs greatly from my perception of a Texan Hick.
I make it rain. Money AND hoes.
I've spent 16 years of my life. In Waco! I've got this inkling right now for Elvis Costello.
When you need to find information on any topic, where do you go? My first inclinationg is just to Wiki it even if the information might not be considered primary or legitimate sources.
are those real?
THERE IS NO SHAME.
cafe artiste. I remember this place being one of the stops on culture quest. Although it took me the longest time to find the date on the wall.
I think Clare drove tonight. Therefore, I am stuck at this place having my usual sandwich, chips, and pickle with a blend of cinnamon hazelnut coffee. Clare is always there to bring light into my life- by breaking my blinds! There is this constant stream of light that just enters the top window at the loft level.
Would I be a bad person if I get easily tired of people in general? I don't know. I did this thing with my high schools friends- that usual pattern of going out with them, hanging out with each other all the time, and then never see each other ever again. Come to think of it, I don't think I hang out with any of my high school friends anymore. I normally see them now at the restaurant and reluctantly start small talk that gets nowhere. The first thing you notice about anyone is their appearance, yes? For me, it's whether or not they've gotten fat in the past few years.
White is nice, but I still prefer black even though those are the two most difficult colors to wear with respect to clothing. White will get dirty, and you can see almost anything if it gets on black, i.e. lint.
Everyone has a plan- more or less- of what they want to do after graduation this May. Sometimes I think that maybe going to grad school would have been the easiest solution- putting my future off hold for a few more years while living the life of a student. Almost everybody with a job now is bored out of their mind, wishing that they had stayed in school.
I wonder- which one of us is going to be the wealthy one that the rest secretly envy for their success; who will end up getting hitched and having children (and hopefully cute children- if you're children are ugly I will laugh at you); who would be the one with the most interesting life.
Maybe this coffee is making me more irritable towards the other customers in this cafe. Or I just have this urge to pee really badly.
Time. I'm running out of free time. What have I been doing? I've spent 5 hours at lab today, skipping through lunch again. I don't really think about food while in lab. Any other activity and I would be planning or thinking about what to eat next. It's a different routine- irregular meals. I just know that I eat breakfast before I leave the door. Who knew that oatmeal would provide that much energy, or at least sustain me until I leave lab. Either oatmeal or some kind of high-fiber cereal.
I was eating Japanese food with Drab and Clare last night, and Brad curtly asked me if I take "massive shits" because they saw me eat two entrees there. I got a Ten Don and a Combination platter consisting of sushi and teriyaki chicken. As a matter of fact, I took a dump this morning, and it was not massive at all. Finit.
Q.E.D.?
Brad smacks when he eats. My brother always annoyed the hell out of me at the dinner table because he ALWAYS smacks when eating his food, and I always tells him to stop smacking, or I would mock him by smacking right in front of his face. Oh, and my mother always blames me for peeing on the toilet seat! What's up with that? I always put the toilet seat up when I use the bathroom. My room is connected to my brother's through the restroom. Now I lost my train of thought. I hate Clare.
cafe artiste. I remember this place being one of the stops on culture quest. Although it took me the longest time to find the date on the wall.
I think Clare drove tonight. Therefore, I am stuck at this place having my usual sandwich, chips, and pickle with a blend of cinnamon hazelnut coffee. Clare is always there to bring light into my life- by breaking my blinds! There is this constant stream of light that just enters the top window at the loft level.
Would I be a bad person if I get easily tired of people in general? I don't know. I did this thing with my high schools friends- that usual pattern of going out with them, hanging out with each other all the time, and then never see each other ever again. Come to think of it, I don't think I hang out with any of my high school friends anymore. I normally see them now at the restaurant and reluctantly start small talk that gets nowhere. The first thing you notice about anyone is their appearance, yes? For me, it's whether or not they've gotten fat in the past few years.
White is nice, but I still prefer black even though those are the two most difficult colors to wear with respect to clothing. White will get dirty, and you can see almost anything if it gets on black, i.e. lint.
Everyone has a plan- more or less- of what they want to do after graduation this May. Sometimes I think that maybe going to grad school would have been the easiest solution- putting my future off hold for a few more years while living the life of a student. Almost everybody with a job now is bored out of their mind, wishing that they had stayed in school.
I wonder- which one of us is going to be the wealthy one that the rest secretly envy for their success; who will end up getting hitched and having children (and hopefully cute children- if you're children are ugly I will laugh at you); who would be the one with the most interesting life.
Maybe this coffee is making me more irritable towards the other customers in this cafe. Or I just have this urge to pee really badly.
Time. I'm running out of free time. What have I been doing? I've spent 5 hours at lab today, skipping through lunch again. I don't really think about food while in lab. Any other activity and I would be planning or thinking about what to eat next. It's a different routine- irregular meals. I just know that I eat breakfast before I leave the door. Who knew that oatmeal would provide that much energy, or at least sustain me until I leave lab. Either oatmeal or some kind of high-fiber cereal.
I was eating Japanese food with Drab and Clare last night, and Brad curtly asked me if I take "massive shits" because they saw me eat two entrees there. I got a Ten Don and a Combination platter consisting of sushi and teriyaki chicken. As a matter of fact, I took a dump this morning, and it was not massive at all. Finit.
Q.E.D.?
Brad smacks when he eats. My brother always annoyed the hell out of me at the dinner table because he ALWAYS smacks when eating his food, and I always tells him to stop smacking, or I would mock him by smacking right in front of his face. Oh, and my mother always blames me for peeing on the toilet seat! What's up with that? I always put the toilet seat up when I use the bathroom. My room is connected to my brother's through the restroom. Now I lost my train of thought. I hate Clare.
3.04.2007
The Siege of Yorktown
Wheat beers: tastey.
I'm very fond of Zapp's Salt and Pepper flavor now.
Although we went to a Malaysian Restaurant to eat something that we don't frequent, I felt as though we were eating Chinese food again, only more expensive.
Raving or raging rabbids?
Waking up early. Want to be up by 7 and out my door by 7:30. Wonder if the Metro Rail runs that early in the morn'.
OH Brad. Pooky?
I'm very fond of Zapp's Salt and Pepper flavor now.
Although we went to a Malaysian Restaurant to eat something that we don't frequent, I felt as though we were eating Chinese food again, only more expensive.
Raving or raging rabbids?
Waking up early. Want to be up by 7 and out my door by 7:30. Wonder if the Metro Rail runs that early in the morn'.
OH Brad. Pooky?
3.03.2007
6.3X
I ate at Rajah Sweets for dinner.
Evaluation: Much like any other Indian place, with a smaller selection but assortment of sweets as the name implies. Fair price for the amount of food that you get. Then again, I don't eat Indian food often because all that I feel I'm getting out of a meal is rice or bread, pan-fried with a ton of oil and all these different colored side orders that come with your meal. The only thing recognizable is the meat. I feel that the food is color-coded for you. If you want spinach and cheese, pick the green, soupy substance on the left. And so on.
Editing? For Nature magazine. Sure, why not? I've been keeping my options open. Haven't really heard back from the med centers. Then again, I don't really expect them to. All I did was load my resume online and not for any particular job. Perhaps I will start contacting professors soon.
I'm a beneficiary now. For my brother's vast fortune. His online bank- ing? 4.5% savings. Supposedly I told my brother about this online account, and now he's using it.
When people misconstrue what I write about and share it as a story with another person, thinking that they fully comprehend the situation at hand, that pisses me off. Gossip is for the conversationally retarded. If you run out of things to talk about, stop talking. Don't continue producing verbal diarrhea from your mouth about the happenings in my life. If people want to know what's going on with me, they'll talk to me. They don't need you as a messenger.
I get an email from Clare. Succinct, to the point. Another one from Brad. People remind him of me I guess? His email, on the other hand, seems like a combination of flirting, insults, and attempts at witty banter. I am tickled.
I woke up this morning automatically even though I went to bed at 3. I probably should start writing in my blog in the morning. Apparently that works out the frazzled part of your brain so that the other side can function the rest of the day, maintaining focus and what have you. So I woke up and started researching about this PVNS- pigmented villonodular synovitis. My cousin has it in his knee, and my uncle wanted some information about it and asked me to research that condition.
It's not a tumor! Well, actually, it kind of is. Localized though, hopefully. Not too severe as long as surgery and radiation therapy are performed correctly/thoroughly, but I do worry how his life's going to change. Loss of some function in the knee area? Maybe.
I logged in about 6 hours of gaming today? Haven't done that in a while. I almost skipped lunch/dinner. Maybe that's how I maintained my girlish figure in high school.
Early to bed, early to rise. I feel like being productive tomorrow. So I will go to bed now, and hopefully wake up at 5. Get a haircut in chinatown, maybe shop there again by myself. It's better shopping alone since I don't have people rushing me or bothering me as my indecisiveness plays through.
Bon Soir.
Evaluation: Much like any other Indian place, with a smaller selection but assortment of sweets as the name implies. Fair price for the amount of food that you get. Then again, I don't eat Indian food often because all that I feel I'm getting out of a meal is rice or bread, pan-fried with a ton of oil and all these different colored side orders that come with your meal. The only thing recognizable is the meat. I feel that the food is color-coded for you. If you want spinach and cheese, pick the green, soupy substance on the left. And so on.
Editing? For Nature magazine. Sure, why not? I've been keeping my options open. Haven't really heard back from the med centers. Then again, I don't really expect them to. All I did was load my resume online and not for any particular job. Perhaps I will start contacting professors soon.
I'm a beneficiary now. For my brother's vast fortune. His online bank- ing? 4.5% savings. Supposedly I told my brother about this online account, and now he's using it.
When people misconstrue what I write about and share it as a story with another person, thinking that they fully comprehend the situation at hand, that pisses me off. Gossip is for the conversationally retarded. If you run out of things to talk about, stop talking. Don't continue producing verbal diarrhea from your mouth about the happenings in my life. If people want to know what's going on with me, they'll talk to me. They don't need you as a messenger.
I get an email from Clare. Succinct, to the point. Another one from Brad. People remind him of me I guess? His email, on the other hand, seems like a combination of flirting, insults, and attempts at witty banter. I am tickled.
I woke up this morning automatically even though I went to bed at 3. I probably should start writing in my blog in the morning. Apparently that works out the frazzled part of your brain so that the other side can function the rest of the day, maintaining focus and what have you. So I woke up and started researching about this PVNS- pigmented villonodular synovitis. My cousin has it in his knee, and my uncle wanted some information about it and asked me to research that condition.
It's not a tumor! Well, actually, it kind of is. Localized though, hopefully. Not too severe as long as surgery and radiation therapy are performed correctly/thoroughly, but I do worry how his life's going to change. Loss of some function in the knee area? Maybe.
I logged in about 6 hours of gaming today? Haven't done that in a while. I almost skipped lunch/dinner. Maybe that's how I maintained my girlish figure in high school.
Early to bed, early to rise. I feel like being productive tomorrow. So I will go to bed now, and hopefully wake up at 5. Get a haircut in chinatown, maybe shop there again by myself. It's better shopping alone since I don't have people rushing me or bothering me as my indecisiveness plays through.
Bon Soir.
3.02.2007
No grays, just one single strand of brown
Instead of spending the entire night working on my 450 word(s) or less paper, I dozed off. and off. and off.
Ended up waking at 7:30, fidgeting around for half an hour, working on my paper for, oh, about 1.5 hours. If I had spent maybe half an hour more on it, it could have been a +/- grade higher. oh well. Maybe I'll turn in a late, revised edition.
I found one strand of brown hair. It was brown for about 3/4 inches, and then the root was black. Very odd. I plucked it off the top of my head.
I'm skipping systems physiology. Seriously, her tests are off her notes. Useless to go to class except to hear announcements and pick up homework/tests.
I should go to lab today. Or waste the afternoon/night playing kingdom hearts.
Spring Break. WHOO!
Having my afternoon coffee. Flavor of Choice? French vanilla. Cafe of choice? Flavia, of course. visit www.flavia.net for more details.
Ended up waking at 7:30, fidgeting around for half an hour, working on my paper for, oh, about 1.5 hours. If I had spent maybe half an hour more on it, it could have been a +/- grade higher. oh well. Maybe I'll turn in a late, revised edition.
I found one strand of brown hair. It was brown for about 3/4 inches, and then the root was black. Very odd. I plucked it off the top of my head.
I'm skipping systems physiology. Seriously, her tests are off her notes. Useless to go to class except to hear announcements and pick up homework/tests.
I should go to lab today. Or waste the afternoon/night playing kingdom hearts.
Spring Break. WHOO!
Having my afternoon coffee. Flavor of Choice? French vanilla. Cafe of choice? Flavia, of course. visit www.flavia.net for more details.
3.01.2007
What's so great about The Big Lebowski?
I'm not going to become a REGULAR smoker, maury. jeez.
It was an interesting role reversal. Me being the one holding the cigarette as others walk faster than so that they can avoid the smoke trail. Felt odd being on the other side of the fence. Good thing I didn't care that night. I was a little TIPSY.
I played Kingdom Hearts 2 today. For 5 to 6 hours. Wasted my day. Could have gone to lab and done some research.
I'm aiming to get a publication in before graduation. That requires hours in lab. Yeah, gotta get on that.
450 words and counting.
I ate a bag of Zapp's chips. No salt. It was gross. Not enough flavor. I think I prefer the cajun crawtators the most. Then dill.
coffee. tea. cigarettes. Zapp's potato chips. Working on it.
It was an interesting role reversal. Me being the one holding the cigarette as others walk faster than so that they can avoid the smoke trail. Felt odd being on the other side of the fence. Good thing I didn't care that night. I was a little TIPSY.
I played Kingdom Hearts 2 today. For 5 to 6 hours. Wasted my day. Could have gone to lab and done some research.
I'm aiming to get a publication in before graduation. That requires hours in lab. Yeah, gotta get on that.
450 words and counting.
I ate a bag of Zapp's chips. No salt. It was gross. Not enough flavor. I think I prefer the cajun crawtators the most. Then dill.
coffee. tea. cigarettes. Zapp's potato chips. Working on it.
Brad Pitt ages very well
Today was one of those off days where I just didn't get out of bed until 11. I blame this on having three dance practices in one night. Every Wednesday from 8 to 12, I have cambodian, kpop, and cpop practice. Only two more weeks, and then it's over. GRACIAS A DIOS!
I read ahead too. I'm hoping that we talked about the pancreas and pancreatic hormones in class today. I read ahead just to impress Dr. B. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's that fear of being called on in class and not knowing the answer and burning up red with embarrassment.
My Group B Bios class is a joke. Although there's a plethora of useful information in the fields of genomics/bioinformatics, it feels as if anyone could read that in their own time and draw out the useful data. Not really worth having a class like that at college, except for those who want an easy distribution course, easy grade, etc.
Ilse's always screaming that she loves me. Or she's just plain screaming at me. I decided to walk to Jones since it was a nice day today, and along the way I see Ilse. Once she sees me, she starts screaming loudly. It was hilarious. Odd, but hilarious.
You try to say hi to people that you know, and that you know they know you, but you always get the cold shoulder. I tried three times today. There's no use in trying anymore. I suppose common decency really isn't that common.
American children are spoiled. The refugee children are untainted. I'd rather work with them in mentoring. My kid has showed up only one time since the beginning of this semester. Spoiled. Too good for cafeteria food when it's available. Hopefully they'll assign me a new mentee at the elementary school.
I had this urge today to just drive off. To where, I don't know. Thoughts that came up included chinatown, barnes and noble, the supermarket. But I didn't go. I'm sitting in this stuffy apartment instead. Wonder who all is going to stay in Houston over Spring Break. Hope I'm not the one people call when they need a ride from the airport.
This decline in going to lab. It's very odd. The desire to do awesome research trails off as the week draws on. I really should get a key from my professor so that I can go in on my own time. Although I'm not sure how safe the med center is later at night around 10 to midnight.
I have a paper due tomorrow. It should be no longer than 450 words, but I'm having the hardest trouble with this econ paper. I can churn out 5 page papers in 2 hours and 10 page papers in 4, but this <2 page paper, 450 word analysis of statistical data- not going anywhere.
Zapp's is a solid selection.
Smoking. Not sure why I picked it up, but I've decided that at most, I would only smoke once or twice a month, preferrably when I'm drunk, and depending on how many packs I have. Since I bought two packs, one clove the other menthol, I might just do two a month. That would mean I have to wait until the next drinking period. Not that it's difficult- my only addictions are probably food and TV, and since I don't have cable, I'm only left with one option. It might stem from the fact that food and TV has never disappointed me. Only my choices in food and TV are disappointing. Different from friends. You hope for the best with the same group no matter how often they disappoint you. Wonder if replacing friends like searching for new restaurants is the efficient solution- the Pareto optimal solution to that problem.
I had the urge to just drive around Texas for spring break. Shack up at some cheap hotel, wander around the city for a day or so, and drive off to the next destination. All by myself. Maybe go caverning solo as well. Since I have 600 miles left before my next oil change anyway, and only needing 200 of that to drive home- assuming I go back to Houston first- that leaves me with 400 miles to bounce around the Lone Star State.
Sandwiches, chips, and a movie. They beckon. Toodles.
I read ahead too. I'm hoping that we talked about the pancreas and pancreatic hormones in class today. I read ahead just to impress Dr. B. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's that fear of being called on in class and not knowing the answer and burning up red with embarrassment.
My Group B Bios class is a joke. Although there's a plethora of useful information in the fields of genomics/bioinformatics, it feels as if anyone could read that in their own time and draw out the useful data. Not really worth having a class like that at college, except for those who want an easy distribution course, easy grade, etc.
Ilse's always screaming that she loves me. Or she's just plain screaming at me. I decided to walk to Jones since it was a nice day today, and along the way I see Ilse. Once she sees me, she starts screaming loudly. It was hilarious. Odd, but hilarious.
You try to say hi to people that you know, and that you know they know you, but you always get the cold shoulder. I tried three times today. There's no use in trying anymore. I suppose common decency really isn't that common.
American children are spoiled. The refugee children are untainted. I'd rather work with them in mentoring. My kid has showed up only one time since the beginning of this semester. Spoiled. Too good for cafeteria food when it's available. Hopefully they'll assign me a new mentee at the elementary school.
I had this urge today to just drive off. To where, I don't know. Thoughts that came up included chinatown, barnes and noble, the supermarket. But I didn't go. I'm sitting in this stuffy apartment instead. Wonder who all is going to stay in Houston over Spring Break. Hope I'm not the one people call when they need a ride from the airport.
This decline in going to lab. It's very odd. The desire to do awesome research trails off as the week draws on. I really should get a key from my professor so that I can go in on my own time. Although I'm not sure how safe the med center is later at night around 10 to midnight.
I have a paper due tomorrow. It should be no longer than 450 words, but I'm having the hardest trouble with this econ paper. I can churn out 5 page papers in 2 hours and 10 page papers in 4, but this <2 page paper, 450 word analysis of statistical data- not going anywhere.
Zapp's is a solid selection.
Smoking. Not sure why I picked it up, but I've decided that at most, I would only smoke once or twice a month, preferrably when I'm drunk, and depending on how many packs I have. Since I bought two packs, one clove the other menthol, I might just do two a month. That would mean I have to wait until the next drinking period. Not that it's difficult- my only addictions are probably food and TV, and since I don't have cable, I'm only left with one option. It might stem from the fact that food and TV has never disappointed me. Only my choices in food and TV are disappointing. Different from friends. You hope for the best with the same group no matter how often they disappoint you. Wonder if replacing friends like searching for new restaurants is the efficient solution- the Pareto optimal solution to that problem.
I had the urge to just drive around Texas for spring break. Shack up at some cheap hotel, wander around the city for a day or so, and drive off to the next destination. All by myself. Maybe go caverning solo as well. Since I have 600 miles left before my next oil change anyway, and only needing 200 of that to drive home- assuming I go back to Houston first- that leaves me with 400 miles to bounce around the Lone Star State.
Sandwiches, chips, and a movie. They beckon. Toodles.
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