a srub's checkin me, but his game is kinda weak

new hits: [beloeil]

what happens when you drool all over your wrist, then put it to the side of the bed at night to let dry? it becomes flaky or crusty. weird texture.

trying to hide something? you have the right to remain silent, but eventually i find out. not that i want to, it's just that things get really obvious if you bother to pay any attention.

satisfy my appetite with something spectacular- mcdonald's for breakfast again. not really spectacular, but i get cravings. their hashbrowns are too greasy, and the mcgriddle buns are too sweet. their coffee isn't that great either.

opened up the lrc on time. either the people that work friday either have height issues or a complex of trying to feel superior by raising the seat so high. how can anybody fit their legs under the keyboard/desk with the seats on the rolling chairs raised so high?

i guess i was exhausted again last night. i went to bed around midnight, and yet still woke up around 10.

i'm on campus- guess i could make it to watch drab and his performance. i don't even know his band's name.

haha, maury, i haven't won. yet. ooh, that just sounded too confident. i haven't even started on it yet. about to. i think.

chilled with nants and nilk after everyone left the dinner party last night. i was not satisfied with my dishes. when you do it right one time, you set a standard/expectation that you try to meet each subsequent time, and if it doesn't happen, it's disappointing. oh well.

i'm on the rice wireless network, and all i see on the shared list are sandy and the drunk monkey. huh?

what's the weiss acabowl- the terrace?

shear genius- there's a bravo reality show about competition in hairstyling. what will they come up with next? oh, right, probably something else to go along with their metro/gay image. well, they do have six feet under and inside the actors studio. and kathy griffin. yipes.

i'm always getting asked to go to chinatown with people. i don't know why.

i went to chinatown and then the galleria by myself yesterday. was considering getting a haircut, but opted not to. then i went to the galleria- there were so many things that i wanted to purchase, and probably could have if i pulled the trigger on my credit card. but it's my parents' money. they probably only want me to spend it on food. when i get a job. if i ever get one.

what is food if it lacks passion and taste? post modern cooking- employing even engineers and mechanics to work. everything else is taken care of, except for the quality of the food. hmm.

i categorize my rss into folders- mainly medicine (tcm or otherwise), science, food, and ucsf. ucsf alone has shit-tons of articles, jesus.

jump.