hallyu

new hit(s): [williams lake, coquitlam, los mochis, lima, tumba]

facebook, as a verb form, is just one too many syllables. i've decided to shorten it: f''ook.

i went to bed at 8:30 tonight since i only got an hour of sleep last night. but i'm awake now, first picturing people and what they wear, and i can't seem to picture B-米 wearing jeans for some reason. others, yes, because they wear really dark, tight jeans. case and point- isle and clare. i was also thinking about the neuro final- i woke up wondering how many points i've already lost on the exam. ugh, changing answers at the last minute. curses!

at least it's a change from last year when i'd just move on right after a test and go shopping or eating. i've started up a folder, too, containing good science notes on each subject. so far i've found a good set on neuro. i'll keep looking online for more pdf's of good notes. which made me realize that i am a poor note-taker. if only i had better note-taking skills, i wouldn't be looking at other people's notes so often. laura menenganeng had nice endo notes. my other task this summer will be learning to make better notes.

after my neuro final (don't have to wake up at 9 anymore), my next class was boring as usual. the teacher actually talked about how she can practically sun bathe naked here. ECK! i don't want to hear about and imagine HER tanning outside. oh yeah, she's from baltimore, so that tells you ONE thing about people from maryland.

i went to 东方快餐, better known as Asia Express, again. i decided to get the yu xiang pork and the beef with the 苦瓜. i said the chinese names of the dishes because the english translations were way off, and the lady started speaking to me in chinese in a low tone. the fact that my chinese listening ability isn't so much above par, coupled with her soft voice, made it very difficult to understand her. i think she was saying something about yeah, get the bitter melon, chinese people love that shit, the americans here don't know how to eat chinese food or something. i ultimately ended up saying something like 两个都要, me wanting those two dishes then so that i wouldn't have to talk to her any longer. i went back to my apartment, and yup, i still HATE bitter melon.

along the lines of chinese food, how is beijing preparing for the olympics? by stuffing cardboard in their 包子. some cctv report said that the holes in the wall up north are selling steamed buns consisting of 60% cardboard and 40% fatty meat/filling. they use caustic soda, i think, to turn the cardboard soft and pulpy before chopping it up and mixing it together with the other ingredients. good way to save money, i suppose, but even the bun makes won't even eat their own product. the average person can't tell the difference (i don't know how).

along the lines of asian, i met this one laotian girl named madonna on the first floor of the apartments. she asked me if i were japanese. i don't know how i can come off as ethnically ambiguous. sexually ambiguous, yes. indistinguishable asian ethnicity, not so much.

along the lines of asians i HATE, my brother's transferring to his company's LA office to work. another reason i should stay away from LA. my dad called today saying that he'll buy a plane ticket for me since it's about the same price as taking a bus, only faster. i told him i was still researching both cities. looks like i better get started on that.

more asians- jack n' the box of all people called me and left a message on my phone. he's partying tomorrow night with friends and asking if he can crash at my apartment AFTER he' done getting drunk. what the hell is he doing not thinking about actually graduating?!

i took the M line to powell and watched harry potter by myself today. it was better than goblet of fire, but it feels as if they're leaving a lot of material out of the books, which i don't read. i might read the last one if i can't stand reading the prince anymore. oh wait, i can't. i was planning on reading all my books, but machiavelli is getting tedious, even though the book is only 80 pages long.