pier 39

i decided to go out today and meet hesse, hunior, and family at fisherman's wharf. touristy shit in clare's words.

i'm american too? i have no idea what that reference is to, but d-bag reminds me of teabag, which, due to the abuse and smattering of american english, now reminds me of the perverse sexual act of teabagging. speaking of d-bags, drab bag is leaving america in 3/4 days. pink scalps- ew.

back to my adventures today. i was finally checked on the muni to see if i had a pass or not. one lady didn't, and had to go to the front and get a ticket, but she only had a 10 or 20 dollar bill. the two cops wrote her up and got off the same stop as her to finish writing up the citation. how much is that misdemeanor? misdemeanor in da house.

i was also doing neuro on the muni to/from fisherman's wharf. something to do brain rhythms and sleep on the way there, memory on the way back. i'm going to keep my blinds open for the night to entrain my circadian rhythms. apparently we operate on a 24.5 hour cycle? i'll read more on that. neuro's getting more interesting, partly because i'm not memorizing parts of the brain and the tracks that information is traveling. i was also learning about REM sleep, when most of our dreams occur, but you could also dream in non-REM sleep. i'm going to try to force a dream tonight. i'll get back to you tomorrow morning about the details if i can still remember them.

alright. i stopped at embarcadero and had no idea that pier 39 would be so far away from that last stop. i had no experience riding the F line before so i just walked along embarcadero, the street, until i hit the higher-numbered piers. i don't remember the name of the restaurant that we ate at, but here's what i ordered: crab cakes and seafood pot pie. i've never had seafood pot pie, so i decided to make it a first. i also didn't want to order fried seafood again. good thing i didn't either because i saw hesse's mom's fried fish, and i don't like that batter. the crab cakes- too small. i only got two on my plate, 1.5 inches in diameter, about 3/4 of an inch high. the corn, red onions, and cherry tomatoes on the side were too sour, but because i favor corn it was minimally pleasing. the seafood pot pie- nice medley of seafood. too much cream. not enough pastry/bread on top. the side tossed salad with vinaigrette was dandy. B, and not B- because hesse's mom was gracious enough to help pay for part of my meal. she's a cute lady, so tiny. and sara(h) thought i was cute?! hrm, flattering i suppose.

sadly, i have class tomorrow. but i finally realized that there's restaurants in the student center, so i allot 4 meals each week to trying out a new dig. i have yet to try out the two bistros and the one brunch cafe.

entitled to be close-minded? i suppose it could work. and what are your religious beliefs, maury? details.

read some. sleep some. force out some dreams. rape my mind, in a sense. ta-ta.