Everybody's moving on, but how many of them look back to see what just went by them?
Maybe I just look back to much, so I end up being stuck in the past.
"What is not love is fear." ???
So Janey recommends that I sleep around. Is it that I should get it while it's hot before I become a desperate 40 year-old man? What about now? Aren't plenty of us getting desperate already? Is everybody in a rush, or am I just moving very slowly?
October. Rent is due. I'm thinking about taking up a part-time job at a Restaurant. I don't want to rule out the possibility of being a gourmet chef in the future. I mean if a neurosurgeon, nonethelsss, can do it, could I? Joseph tells me that neurosurgery is just "the boys' club." Are there not many women in neurosurgery, and why is that?
This Donald Duck stamp I got at the Asian store- CUTE! Just like the rest of their products.
Contacts are becoming a hassle. It may be time to go back to glasses. Thick, square, black plastic glasses- as thick as but more stylish than that pair that I had in my picture submitted with my Rice app. Jesus, I can't believe everybody saw that at the end of year party. How embarrassing. Good thing I wasn't there. I would have turned beet red.
OH. I've been meaning to document one of my funky dreams this week. This time, I was annoyingly situated in a crowd of Asians, several of them being my relatives. There was some music playing in the background, so I'm assuming it was a mass karaoke event. When one of my relatives would start singing the beginning to a song, I would immediately chime in with them and sing the rest of that song. I would dash to the part of the stage that the relative was closest to and do a little jig along with the number. When the song ended, and the crowd was talking, another person among them would transition into a song, kind of how a musical works, and a few seconds later I would join them, singing loud enough to overpower them.
9.30.2007
opps
After a quick dive into facebook, I turn up on Urban Dictionary and their top definition for Asian fetish:
"Refers to the strong attraction to asians, most prevelant in caucasian males. Although asian girls have A's in more than just grades: what they lack in boobs, they make up for in beauty. Usually exotic and petite, guys don't necessarily feel superior but more masculine around them, only adding to this.
She told me she had a long and hard homework assignment ahead of her but after she was done "doing" it, she'd "do" something else long and hard--which not only greatly increased my penis size temporarily when she followed through, but my asian fetish as well.
After quizzing my asian friend in her room, alone, I told her she'd score on the upcoming test, and she responded with "now you get to score on me"-- my asian fetish had never been more."
Since there's so much cabinet space in my kitchen, instead of throwing out the Russian lady's kitchenware, I'm merely storing it in nooks that I'll never bend down or exert any effort towards opening the drawers. Oh, but I am keeping her huge-ass beer mug, for certain reasons. Another thing I heard in the Supermarket the other day: "High Life is my favorite!" Those same people- I saw them a few minutes later carrying cases upon cases of PBR. EGH! I also wanted to eat sandwiches for lunch this week and save even more money on food so that I can have a really nice meal on the weekends. So I bought an 8 in. carving knife from Safeway, only because they only had a paring knife, boning knife, and bread knife.
It's 5:15. Drab hasn't called again. Not going to the street fair- it'll be over by the time I get there. Which means? I get to keep my clothes off.
New interests/pursuits- man-whore-isms, classical training in dancing (foxtrot, cha cha, AND tap), and cooking/knife skills. Cooking new dishes. I've been doing things out of cookbooks for too long, so this time I will be trying out combinations- spices, meats, vegetables, oils, etc.- in the kitchen, see what works/doesn't. I honestly thought that book at Williams Sonoma would be about tricks you can do with a knife while cooking. They just meant different techniques/methods to cut your food (slices, slivers, etc.). Lame.
B-米！ Where did you buy those wayfarers, and were they cheap?!
"Refers to the strong attraction to asians, most prevelant in caucasian males. Although asian girls have A's in more than just grades: what they lack in boobs, they make up for in beauty. Usually exotic and petite, guys don't necessarily feel superior but more masculine around them, only adding to this.
She told me she had a long and hard homework assignment ahead of her but after she was done "doing" it, she'd "do" something else long and hard--which not only greatly increased my penis size temporarily when she followed through, but my asian fetish as well.
After quizzing my asian friend in her room, alone, I told her she'd score on the upcoming test, and she responded with "now you get to score on me"-- my asian fetish had never been more."
Since there's so much cabinet space in my kitchen, instead of throwing out the Russian lady's kitchenware, I'm merely storing it in nooks that I'll never bend down or exert any effort towards opening the drawers. Oh, but I am keeping her huge-ass beer mug, for certain reasons. Another thing I heard in the Supermarket the other day: "High Life is my favorite!" Those same people- I saw them a few minutes later carrying cases upon cases of PBR. EGH! I also wanted to eat sandwiches for lunch this week and save even more money on food so that I can have a really nice meal on the weekends. So I bought an 8 in. carving knife from Safeway, only because they only had a paring knife, boning knife, and bread knife.
It's 5:15. Drab hasn't called again. Not going to the street fair- it'll be over by the time I get there. Which means? I get to keep my clothes off.
New interests/pursuits- man-whore-isms, classical training in dancing (foxtrot, cha cha, AND tap), and cooking/knife skills. Cooking new dishes. I've been doing things out of cookbooks for too long, so this time I will be trying out combinations- spices, meats, vegetables, oils, etc.- in the kitchen, see what works/doesn't. I honestly thought that book at Williams Sonoma would be about tricks you can do with a knife while cooking. They just meant different techniques/methods to cut your food (slices, slivers, etc.). Lame.
B-米！ Where did you buy those wayfarers, and were they cheap?!
smelly mel
Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm washing my new bowls and utensils and as I stare out the kitchen window, this mah jong table is staring right back. Even the people 2 floors above me in a different apartment complex have a mah jong table!
I had this odd feeling that Drab would be calling today. And he did. And now I'm sweaty. Ugh. Folsom Street Fair. More gay men and women, only in leather. What experiences would ensue if I go. Oh joy. Another chance to meet more neuro folk. I'm being swept away by the neuro rapids. Neuro-science, neuro-logy, neuro-surgery. Neuroses.
My hands are stained with blood. The blood of fruit flies.
Developing an obsession for apparel- mainly sunglasses right now. Wayfarers, aviators.
Is that what parents do? Let their kid live away from any relatives 2 times zones away, free to do whatever it is they want to do? These moments hit where I wonder what my parents were thinking, why they aren't more strict about my situation. I'm pretty much out of touch with every member of my family, except for those once-a-week calls from my mom, which last for 5 minutes, at most.
I had this odd feeling that Drab would be calling today. And he did. And now I'm sweaty. Ugh. Folsom Street Fair. More gay men and women, only in leather. What experiences would ensue if I go. Oh joy. Another chance to meet more neuro folk. I'm being swept away by the neuro rapids. Neuro-science, neuro-logy, neuro-surgery. Neuroses.
My hands are stained with blood. The blood of fruit flies.
Developing an obsession for apparel- mainly sunglasses right now. Wayfarers, aviators.
Is that what parents do? Let their kid live away from any relatives 2 times zones away, free to do whatever it is they want to do? These moments hit where I wonder what my parents were thinking, why they aren't more strict about my situation. I'm pretty much out of touch with every member of my family, except for those once-a-week calls from my mom, which last for 5 minutes, at most.
d-beta-hydroxybutyrate
I'm having too much fun shopping in Chinatown.
Today I went to Irving to buy some stuff since I don't have utensils, bowls and such of my own. I mean the Russian lady left here stuff in my kitchen, but I don't think she cleaned her dishes very well as they are all still sticky and stained. I may just throw them out along with the 10 year-old desktop that she left behind.
Any who, I went to that supply store along Irving along with trying out Happy Bakery today (that covers about half the restaurants between 23rd/24th Ave.?), and I purchased two bowls with cartoon monkeys on them. And the spoons that match. I also got these travel items with cutesy animals/shapes on them, most of which tend to be either from Japan or Korea. The cheap green chopsticks were from China. I also bought two Japanese mugs, that are also matching, with an old man on one and an old lady on the other. CUTE!!! Or should I be saying, "KAWAII!" ? I'm more excited about the items I can use as travel items: chopsticks with the case for holding it, a plastic lunch box with a grate on the bottom to filter out oil or junk from the food, and another case that holds a fork saying "Afternoon Tea," which makes NO SENSE WHATSOEVER! Oh, and a circular tray- the ones that waiters put drinks/dishes on.
That stuff's just for me. I'm sure I'll bring out the better silverware/dining set, when I buy them, when my parents come visit- which won't be for a while because now they say they may be coming Christmastime. That means I may be able to sneak a trip to Houston or LA since they won't be come up. Excellent.
Today I went to Irving to buy some stuff since I don't have utensils, bowls and such of my own. I mean the Russian lady left here stuff in my kitchen, but I don't think she cleaned her dishes very well as they are all still sticky and stained. I may just throw them out along with the 10 year-old desktop that she left behind.
Any who, I went to that supply store along Irving along with trying out Happy Bakery today (that covers about half the restaurants between 23rd/24th Ave.?), and I purchased two bowls with cartoon monkeys on them. And the spoons that match. I also got these travel items with cutesy animals/shapes on them, most of which tend to be either from Japan or Korea. The cheap green chopsticks were from China. I also bought two Japanese mugs, that are also matching, with an old man on one and an old lady on the other. CUTE!!! Or should I be saying, "KAWAII!" ? I'm more excited about the items I can use as travel items: chopsticks with the case for holding it, a plastic lunch box with a grate on the bottom to filter out oil or junk from the food, and another case that holds a fork saying "Afternoon Tea," which makes NO SENSE WHATSOEVER! Oh, and a circular tray- the ones that waiters put drinks/dishes on.
That stuff's just for me. I'm sure I'll bring out the better silverware/dining set, when I buy them, when my parents come visit- which won't be for a while because now they say they may be coming Christmastime. That means I may be able to sneak a trip to Houston or LA since they won't be come up. Excellent.
9.29.2007
rasen
Yes, Janey, I think I will start screwing around. Let me muster the courage first. And how are YOU eating better?
I have been screwing around. With the kitchen. In my efforts to start eating better, I ate part of my Ritz Bits and Teddy Grahams and left them on top of a trash can near the Galleria. Now, I am strictly eating nuts and yogurt. Nuts and cream- I'm a gastronomically sexually active gay man.
I hit someone with my tray today on the bus. I apologized, but I really meant to laugh. That's the problem with public transportation- too many people on the bus.
Went to Safeway last night. I bought 90 dollars worth of groceries for around 60 dollars after the membership card and 10 dollar coupon. In the future, I'd like to have my own supermarket, shop through it all I want, and I would be the only member who got discounts.
So I went along with my groceries consisting of mostly cleaning supplies and vitamin water, and as I reached the corner of the street, the shopping cart came to a jerking halt. You know the bolt that they put on the wheels of cars to prevent them from driving off? That's what was on the cart: some safeguard for the Safeway carts. So there I was, standing at the corner of the street how I was going to lug a pack of paper towels, bottles of water, bread, and bottles of bathroom/window/kitchen cleaner to my place 8 blocks away. I ended up having to carry it all back. I also met my neighbors from the night when I lost my keys.
I have been screwing around. With the kitchen. In my efforts to start eating better, I ate part of my Ritz Bits and Teddy Grahams and left them on top of a trash can near the Galleria. Now, I am strictly eating nuts and yogurt. Nuts and cream- I'm a gastronomically sexually active gay man.
I hit someone with my tray today on the bus. I apologized, but I really meant to laugh. That's the problem with public transportation- too many people on the bus.
Went to Safeway last night. I bought 90 dollars worth of groceries for around 60 dollars after the membership card and 10 dollar coupon. In the future, I'd like to have my own supermarket, shop through it all I want, and I would be the only member who got discounts.
So I went along with my groceries consisting of mostly cleaning supplies and vitamin water, and as I reached the corner of the street, the shopping cart came to a jerking halt. You know the bolt that they put on the wheels of cars to prevent them from driving off? That's what was on the cart: some safeguard for the Safeway carts. So there I was, standing at the corner of the street how I was going to lug a pack of paper towels, bottles of water, bread, and bottles of bathroom/window/kitchen cleaner to my place 8 blocks away. I ended up having to carry it all back. I also met my neighbors from the night when I lost my keys.
9.27.2007
giggles
It doesn't shit platinum, but it does manage to just shit in its own cage. They let the rabbit hop around the place, and when they come back, they always find that it doesn't shit all around the apartment. Perhaps they trained it?
As cheap as $20 hmm? I'll think about it. Where exactly can I buy rabbits at that price? I would also have to proof my home for the pet as well, right? So much work. Maybe a guinea pig, or one of those other exotic pets?
I'm also thinking about investing in cameras- a polaroid and the sony cybershot dsc t-100. Comments, camera people? I should take pictures of the hilarious/embarrassing moments and share them with everyone.
After all my searching, I think I have found a Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese shop/deli/restaurant that I would recommend to anyone eating along my street. Chinatown- none. Irving- a select few, but I'll have to go there again to review the places. I think the last time I stopped was at 24th Ave., so 5+ streets to go. My new venture today was Shi Mo Japanese restaurant No. 2. I don't know why anybody would name their restaurant as the number 2 Japanese restaurant in town, but their to-go item was plentiful and appetizing. I also tried a new dish: DEEP-FRIED PRAWN HEADS! It was nice, although some may not be able to stomach it since they can see the antennae and eyes underneath the fried, battery goodness.
I was laughing at the stupidity of the bus driver AND at the person trying to cram into the little space left on the bus. The thing about cramped buses: when I'm standing there, and the driver keeps jerking the bus back and forth because they love the brake a little too much, my pelvis ends up thrusting over and over again into some girl's behind. She doesn't notice it because the entire mass of standing people shift in the same direction, and she's not facing me as I enter her from behind. I'm so tired of riding the buses. The rail lines underground are much better.
I may learn Korean, just so that I can order clothing from the online store- just might cave in and invest in a cardigan, trench coat, and other frivolous items of clothing.
OH RIGHT. Funny moment of the day (for me): well it happened days ago, but I was walking down the stairs while this girl was coming up, and she trips right in front of me and falls down. I keep walking while she tries to collect herself from the embarrassment. There was also yesterday when I went into my neuro teacher's office to slip my problem set under the door. I saw her through the door, smiled, waved. She started asking me if I turned it in fine, I said yes softly, she tried grabbing my folder, awkward moment ensues. Yeah yeah I may still have a tiny crush on her, but she's my teacher. And she's married. So right yet so wrong. I figure if I ever snap out of my asexual life cycle, I'd probably start screwing around all the time with married folk.
Tap dancing may have to be put on hold- why do that when I can get free guitar lessons from my lovely Jewish neighbor? And an electric guitar! I could start a band in my apartment- I really only need my bedroom for sleeping/studying. The living room can just serve as an entertainment room- mah jong, a stage for the drums, guitars, piano, etc., and tv.
Resolution- eat less junk, eat less, eat better. Not going to have any more KFC after last night. I just felt gross after the 4th piece of chicken which happened to be the breast. Save the breast for last. OH HO HO!
As cheap as $20 hmm? I'll think about it. Where exactly can I buy rabbits at that price? I would also have to proof my home for the pet as well, right? So much work. Maybe a guinea pig, or one of those other exotic pets?
I'm also thinking about investing in cameras- a polaroid and the sony cybershot dsc t-100. Comments, camera people? I should take pictures of the hilarious/embarrassing moments and share them with everyone.
After all my searching, I think I have found a Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese shop/deli/restaurant that I would recommend to anyone eating along my street. Chinatown- none. Irving- a select few, but I'll have to go there again to review the places. I think the last time I stopped was at 24th Ave., so 5+ streets to go. My new venture today was Shi Mo Japanese restaurant No. 2. I don't know why anybody would name their restaurant as the number 2 Japanese restaurant in town, but their to-go item was plentiful and appetizing. I also tried a new dish: DEEP-FRIED PRAWN HEADS! It was nice, although some may not be able to stomach it since they can see the antennae and eyes underneath the fried, battery goodness.
I was laughing at the stupidity of the bus driver AND at the person trying to cram into the little space left on the bus. The thing about cramped buses: when I'm standing there, and the driver keeps jerking the bus back and forth because they love the brake a little too much, my pelvis ends up thrusting over and over again into some girl's behind. She doesn't notice it because the entire mass of standing people shift in the same direction, and she's not facing me as I enter her from behind. I'm so tired of riding the buses. The rail lines underground are much better.
I may learn Korean, just so that I can order clothing from the online store- just might cave in and invest in a cardigan, trench coat, and other frivolous items of clothing.
OH RIGHT. Funny moment of the day (for me): well it happened days ago, but I was walking down the stairs while this girl was coming up, and she trips right in front of me and falls down. I keep walking while she tries to collect herself from the embarrassment. There was also yesterday when I went into my neuro teacher's office to slip my problem set under the door. I saw her through the door, smiled, waved. She started asking me if I turned it in fine, I said yes softly, she tried grabbing my folder, awkward moment ensues. Yeah yeah I may still have a tiny crush on her, but she's my teacher. And she's married. So right yet so wrong. I figure if I ever snap out of my asexual life cycle, I'd probably start screwing around all the time with married folk.
Tap dancing may have to be put on hold- why do that when I can get free guitar lessons from my lovely Jewish neighbor? And an electric guitar! I could start a band in my apartment- I really only need my bedroom for sleeping/studying. The living room can just serve as an entertainment room- mah jong, a stage for the drums, guitars, piano, etc., and tv.
Resolution- eat less junk, eat less, eat better. Not going to have any more KFC after last night. I just felt gross after the 4th piece of chicken which happened to be the breast. Save the breast for last. OH HO HO!
9.26.2007
thighs
The 28 busline ran off today while people were still trying to get on through the back door. Someone was on the first step while somebody else was grabbing the doorhandle when the bus driver started to be an ass and drive off.
Some black guy in an SUV took a left turn while the pedestrian signal was still on, almost running into this old grandma and me. The grandma and I looked at each other afterwards and smiled, wondering what was wrong with that guy.
Therefore, SF traffic is worse than or equal to LA traffic.
Pure, unadulterated fun? Playing with pets. Board games. Eating. Movies. Hanging out. You know. Stuff like that.
There were two amps in my apartment along with 6 guitars- 3 acoustic, 3 electronic. I may decide to pick up that instrument since Joseph offered to give me free lessons with either. WHOO! Elena also said that she would arrange a dinner/meeting with the neurosurgeon at UCSF.
They're giving away this desk that inclines, as well as a bench and a speaker system with tv tray/stand. They also wanted to know if I wanted to live with their old Kazakh handyman/friend or their gay nurse friend. That could make things even more interesting in SF.
What I'd like to put in my apartment now that we've traded places: mahjong table/set, aquarium, a pet, tables/chairs, and a bed. In that order. I'm thinking about a pet rabbit, but the daughter's rabbit cost $600. How can pets be that expensive? I wonder if there are stray rabbits to adopt.
Class time.
Some black guy in an SUV took a left turn while the pedestrian signal was still on, almost running into this old grandma and me. The grandma and I looked at each other afterwards and smiled, wondering what was wrong with that guy.
Therefore, SF traffic is worse than or equal to LA traffic.
Pure, unadulterated fun? Playing with pets. Board games. Eating. Movies. Hanging out. You know. Stuff like that.
There were two amps in my apartment along with 6 guitars- 3 acoustic, 3 electronic. I may decide to pick up that instrument since Joseph offered to give me free lessons with either. WHOO! Elena also said that she would arrange a dinner/meeting with the neurosurgeon at UCSF.
They're giving away this desk that inclines, as well as a bench and a speaker system with tv tray/stand. They also wanted to know if I wanted to live with their old Kazakh handyman/friend or their gay nurse friend. That could make things even more interesting in SF.
What I'd like to put in my apartment now that we've traded places: mahjong table/set, aquarium, a pet, tables/chairs, and a bed. In that order. I'm thinking about a pet rabbit, but the daughter's rabbit cost $600. How can pets be that expensive? I wonder if there are stray rabbits to adopt.
Class time.
9.25.2007
armpits
Once again, I am at the public library, mooching off their free internet while At&t redirects my phone line to the new apartment.
I'm printing all of my problem sets in Gill Sans, like most research articles. How nerdy.
Pure unadulterated fun is so hard to come by. Even that previous sentence involved the words hard and come.
Ugh, somebody made 5 points more than me on the Devo test. Bastards.
Maybe Drab's right- neuroscience could be difficult. The math problems are harder than I thought. Challenging, or just a lot of busy work?
I guess I'll try the Tennessee Grill tonight. More posts when I have internet at my apartment.
I'm printing all of my problem sets in Gill Sans, like most research articles. How nerdy.
Pure unadulterated fun is so hard to come by. Even that previous sentence involved the words hard and come.
Ugh, somebody made 5 points more than me on the Devo test. Bastards.
Maybe Drab's right- neuroscience could be difficult. The math problems are harder than I thought. Challenging, or just a lot of busy work?
I guess I'll try the Tennessee Grill tonight. More posts when I have internet at my apartment.
9.24.2007
mouseketeer
addendums to previous post:
I want to host mah jong/dinner parties. SO GOOD!
Dinner at Dosa last night: good. I had the lentil chicken curry because Clare was being a baby and wanted the chatni masala dosa. Leigh-ugh was also there with us before we all went to see Fred Astereo and The Lucksmiths.
It would have been a fun time if this girl in front of us had stopped pumping her booty into each and every one of us. Is her pelvis physically challenged? She seemed as though she could not perform anything but keep sticking her rear into our crotches. None of us want to have sex with you from behind. Jesus. This Japanese hipster in front of me also swayed left and right. I think he also has postural issues. I really wanted to just grab his head with my hand and shove him towards the girl he kept talking to during the performance.
Russian lady invited me to:
Mensk, Belarus with her and her family.
Russian dinner, bringing some friends along.
Opera, ballet, symphonies, cultural stuff in SF- she gets discounts/has connections.
SF Zoo with her daughter so that she could give me a tour of the place.
Trader Joe's because one needs a car to get to the store in Daly City.
Dinner with this friend of theirs who is a neurosurgeon/pilot/gourmet chef. That satisfies two of the three things that I want to do.
So she apparently knows this guy working at UCSF doing neurosurgery. She was talking to me about how she would support me going into science, particuarly neuroscience/neurology (ugh), and when I told her I may want to look into neurosurgery, she just lit up and supported me even more for that, saying that going through her first surgery with that chef doctor was like a hard drug.
She was surprised how at 60, he could still stand there at the operating table from 9 to 6 without even getting tired. So she's going to arrange a dinner with me so that I can talk to him at that time, perhaps intern/work under him, go to all these neuro conferences within the Bay Area/California/nationwide?
Everything's falling into my lap, all because I happen to live in this apartment complex with old people and juicy gossip.
I want to host mah jong/dinner parties. SO GOOD!
Dinner at Dosa last night: good. I had the lentil chicken curry because Clare was being a baby and wanted the chatni masala dosa. Leigh-ugh was also there with us before we all went to see Fred Astereo and The Lucksmiths.
It would have been a fun time if this girl in front of us had stopped pumping her booty into each and every one of us. Is her pelvis physically challenged? She seemed as though she could not perform anything but keep sticking her rear into our crotches. None of us want to have sex with you from behind. Jesus. This Japanese hipster in front of me also swayed left and right. I think he also has postural issues. I really wanted to just grab his head with my hand and shove him towards the girl he kept talking to during the performance.
Russian lady invited me to:
Mensk, Belarus with her and her family.
Russian dinner, bringing some friends along.
Opera, ballet, symphonies, cultural stuff in SF- she gets discounts/has connections.
SF Zoo with her daughter so that she could give me a tour of the place.
Trader Joe's because one needs a car to get to the store in Daly City.
Dinner with this friend of theirs who is a neurosurgeon/pilot/gourmet chef. That satisfies two of the three things that I want to do.
So she apparently knows this guy working at UCSF doing neurosurgery. She was talking to me about how she would support me going into science, particuarly neuroscience/neurology (ugh), and when I told her I may want to look into neurosurgery, she just lit up and supported me even more for that, saying that going through her first surgery with that chef doctor was like a hard drug.
She was surprised how at 60, he could still stand there at the operating table from 9 to 6 without even getting tired. So she's going to arrange a dinner with me so that I can talk to him at that time, perhaps intern/work under him, go to all these neuro conferences within the Bay Area/California/nationwide?
Everything's falling into my lap, all because I happen to live in this apartment complex with old people and juicy gossip.
9.23.2007
lull
"Just fuck and get it over with."
Tiny Japanese freshman. ok? Haha, I'll try hard not to catch myself in man juice. You know SF weather- sudden outbursts of man juice from the sky.
Haha if you want food, you come here. THEN I'll cook it for you. You're out of control with your life because of: problems with the software used to make the poster, trauma from wrecking your car after just 3 months of owning it last summer, and alcohol/general horniness.
Semi-productive day. I ate an omelet (it can be spelled this way, too. weird.) at Johnny's Burgers on Irving, where I am currently residing. I've covered restaurants from Sunset up to 24th Ave here. Perhaps I will be done with this street by next month. It's too far from my apartment to travel.
So I acquiesced to going to the de Young museum with Drab. Something about museums- if it were just me, I would go to museums by myself. I have enough trouble interpreting the work on my own that I wouldn't have anything to discuss with whomever I brought. The contemporary art section was enticing, though, as well as Hiroshi Sugimoto's exhibition. Even the color that they used to paint the walls hosting his artworks were alluring. I'd like that color coated over the walls of my new apartment. It's a bit biased since I have a preference for black/grey shades.
As much as I hate Drab, I extremely detested the meal that I ate last night. 文记茶餐厅. D&A Cafe. Q&A: How can 50+ Asian people not know that they're eating crappy food?! STUPID STUPID STUPID. Seriously, this has happened both times I went out to eat with Drab. He is bad luck when it comes to eating good Asian food. (Marnee Thai, by the way, is the name of the Siamese restaurant on Irving- went there today.)
What was even MORE hilarious was watching Drab order this combo plate. He ordered SPAGHETTI and PORK CHOPS at a CHINESE restaurant. OH MY GOD! Why?! I don't know. HAHA! It was just a barrage of bombs going off that night. First the soup, and then the noodles, and then the pork chops with the clumpy gravy. I was in pain just watching Drab drink the soup and later on try to eat as much of the meal as he could. Every bite he took, I cringed. My stomach also started hurting just from the sight. You know those pornos with the girl getting gang banged? It's kind of like that. It's oddly humorous, but you can tell that the person may be in pain having all their orifices stuffed. Drab was stuffing only one orifice; that alone was enough. I was wondering when he would stop eating the plate, but surprised that he lasted for so long. I also went to the bathroom and popped my pimple. Big mistake. It started bleeding profusely, and I was grabbing towel after towel just to stop the flow, which didn't happen until several minutes later. It probably seemed to Drab like I was taking a dump at that dump. Conclusion? Perhaps yelp is a reliable source for restaurant quality. Never pop zits at public restrooms. And ALWAYS take Drab with me on my quest to try out new restaurants. Always an adventure full of laughs. For me anyway. OH YEAH and the Hawaii Chair! HAH!
My night was improved when I went back to my apartment to find that Russian couple moving stuff, and they invited me upstairs to meet another neighbor who lived right next to me: Linda. We then had wine and cheese with crackers, quiche, mushroom turnovers, pizza, salami rolls, chips and dip- all of which was MUCH better than that awful dinner. (I would rate that place in the lowest quartile. DIS-GUSTING! BLEGH!) They asked me if I wanted to drink some wine, but without even answering, they were already pouring a glass for me. And then another. And then another. By the time I realized the time (3 hours later), I don't know how many glasses of wine I had, and I almost threw up into the lady's toilet because I couldn't breathe from all the drinking and smoke-filled air. I think I drunk-texted Drab a couple of times too. I broke my own rules of inebriation. It was just wine, though. I usually get drunk off only hard liquor. Oh who am I kidding? I get drunk off even one pint of beer. Ugh. Still, my neighbors are so much fun! So full of life!! Too much happened last night- freaking out. Perhaps I'm an old Asian man-woman trapped in my youthful body. Alcohol consumption seems to be good for my skin.
Dinner and the Lucksmiths with Clare and Leigh-ugh.
With a bowflex body, you've got nothing to hide.
Tiny Japanese freshman. ok? Haha, I'll try hard not to catch myself in man juice. You know SF weather- sudden outbursts of man juice from the sky.
Haha if you want food, you come here. THEN I'll cook it for you. You're out of control with your life because of: problems with the software used to make the poster, trauma from wrecking your car after just 3 months of owning it last summer, and alcohol/general horniness.
Semi-productive day. I ate an omelet (it can be spelled this way, too. weird.) at Johnny's Burgers on Irving, where I am currently residing. I've covered restaurants from Sunset up to 24th Ave here. Perhaps I will be done with this street by next month. It's too far from my apartment to travel.
So I acquiesced to going to the de Young museum with Drab. Something about museums- if it were just me, I would go to museums by myself. I have enough trouble interpreting the work on my own that I wouldn't have anything to discuss with whomever I brought. The contemporary art section was enticing, though, as well as Hiroshi Sugimoto's exhibition. Even the color that they used to paint the walls hosting his artworks were alluring. I'd like that color coated over the walls of my new apartment. It's a bit biased since I have a preference for black/grey shades.
As much as I hate Drab, I extremely detested the meal that I ate last night. 文记茶餐厅. D&A Cafe. Q&A: How can 50+ Asian people not know that they're eating crappy food?! STUPID STUPID STUPID. Seriously, this has happened both times I went out to eat with Drab. He is bad luck when it comes to eating good Asian food. (Marnee Thai, by the way, is the name of the Siamese restaurant on Irving- went there today.)
What was even MORE hilarious was watching Drab order this combo plate. He ordered SPAGHETTI and PORK CHOPS at a CHINESE restaurant. OH MY GOD! Why?! I don't know. HAHA! It was just a barrage of bombs going off that night. First the soup, and then the noodles, and then the pork chops with the clumpy gravy. I was in pain just watching Drab drink the soup and later on try to eat as much of the meal as he could. Every bite he took, I cringed. My stomach also started hurting just from the sight. You know those pornos with the girl getting gang banged? It's kind of like that. It's oddly humorous, but you can tell that the person may be in pain having all their orifices stuffed. Drab was stuffing only one orifice; that alone was enough. I was wondering when he would stop eating the plate, but surprised that he lasted for so long. I also went to the bathroom and popped my pimple. Big mistake. It started bleeding profusely, and I was grabbing towel after towel just to stop the flow, which didn't happen until several minutes later. It probably seemed to Drab like I was taking a dump at that dump. Conclusion? Perhaps yelp is a reliable source for restaurant quality. Never pop zits at public restrooms. And ALWAYS take Drab with me on my quest to try out new restaurants. Always an adventure full of laughs. For me anyway. OH YEAH and the Hawaii Chair! HAH!
My night was improved when I went back to my apartment to find that Russian couple moving stuff, and they invited me upstairs to meet another neighbor who lived right next to me: Linda. We then had wine and cheese with crackers, quiche, mushroom turnovers, pizza, salami rolls, chips and dip- all of which was MUCH better than that awful dinner. (I would rate that place in the lowest quartile. DIS-GUSTING! BLEGH!) They asked me if I wanted to drink some wine, but without even answering, they were already pouring a glass for me. And then another. And then another. By the time I realized the time (3 hours later), I don't know how many glasses of wine I had, and I almost threw up into the lady's toilet because I couldn't breathe from all the drinking and smoke-filled air. I think I drunk-texted Drab a couple of times too. I broke my own rules of inebriation. It was just wine, though. I usually get drunk off only hard liquor. Oh who am I kidding? I get drunk off even one pint of beer. Ugh. Still, my neighbors are so much fun! So full of life!! Too much happened last night- freaking out. Perhaps I'm an old Asian man-woman trapped in my youthful body. Alcohol consumption seems to be good for my skin.
Dinner and the Lucksmiths with Clare and Leigh-ugh.
With a bowflex body, you've got nothing to hide.
9.21.2007
stoned town
We will talk about that later, Janey.
I will be immersing myself in neuroscience at Borders this afternoon, like a female porn star immersing herself in man-juice.
No time. Have to run out the door and pay for my tuition.
46.5/50 on the bio test from Wednesday. 3 other people were in the A range with me. That won't do. I'll have to pull up into the A+ range. The teacher's too lenient when it comes to grading. If they people even wrote down 3 carbons for the product, they got credit. What the hell. The mean was a 27.
I will be immersing myself in neuroscience at Borders this afternoon, like a female porn star immersing herself in man-juice.
No time. Have to run out the door and pay for my tuition.
46.5/50 on the bio test from Wednesday. 3 other people were in the A range with me. That won't do. I'll have to pull up into the A+ range. The teacher's too lenient when it comes to grading. If they people even wrote down 3 carbons for the product, they got credit. What the hell. The mean was a 27.
9.20.2007
titty pink
The only thing enticing me about The Lucksmiths is that they're Australian. Then again, my aunt's ex-boyfriend is Australian, and I still have no idea why they broke up. She said she had to be the bigger person. I don't know how big a 5'2" person can get, but okay.
Haha have you been looking at my ass, Janey?? Do I not have any curvature back there? Even with jeans that fit? Oh well. Not that I'm trying to get my stock to rise- I'm not on the market.
Mini-date?? What does that even mean?!?
Who is your go-to person? The first person that you would talk to if you had news to tell, the in case of emergency person, the one to rely on. Is it worth it to put all your trust on just one person?
Haha have you been looking at my ass, Janey?? Do I not have any curvature back there? Even with jeans that fit? Oh well. Not that I'm trying to get my stock to rise- I'm not on the market.
Mini-date?? What does that even mean?!?
Who is your go-to person? The first person that you would talk to if you had news to tell, the in case of emergency person, the one to rely on. Is it worth it to put all your trust on just one person?
Bill and Ted
The one who isn't interested in a relationship gets to hear about everybody else's relationships.
What kind of a name for a store is Phantom? Especially since it sells sex toys. Rock Hard: another sex toy store. Now that's an appropriate name. Straightforward, in a sense, and doesn't falsely advertise. I was along Castro today, looking for places to shop. Their main bit is to post up shirtless men in underwear or some dungeon prisoner apparel.
I also went to the Safeway on Church and saw a crazy guy who was refused his meds and started yelling at the pharmacists. ~40 pigeons were standing together outside the supermarket.
I went downtown/powell/civic center as well, and this homeless man blessed me even though I didn't give him any money. Even the Walgreens is packed full of shoppers in that district. I was wondering what the hell Clare was talking about last night when he said he went to Barney's with his friends. Then I remembered that that damned store was opening in September.
I received two consecutive text messages tonight. One from Leigh-ugh, one from Drab. Second ugh.
I can't escape relationships with science people. It's impossible. The Jewish and Russian- chemist and neurologist, respectively. Jews are HILARIOUS. He wants me to invite my friends over for a Russian dinner sometime.
I saw their daughter again today. She's nice. Doesn't talk much though.
I'm too frazzled right now to talk about any more things.
Lucksmiths concert Sunday? Wha?!? Dragonboat festival this weekend in addition to the Autumn Moon Festival street fair. Normally, I could give a shit, but FREE FOOD SAMPLES?! OHHHH!!!!
Oh B－米, what did you get yourself into?!
My 35 year old Aunt from Hong Kong is on facebook. That's weird, right?
What kind of a name for a store is Phantom? Especially since it sells sex toys. Rock Hard: another sex toy store. Now that's an appropriate name. Straightforward, in a sense, and doesn't falsely advertise. I was along Castro today, looking for places to shop. Their main bit is to post up shirtless men in underwear or some dungeon prisoner apparel.
I also went to the Safeway on Church and saw a crazy guy who was refused his meds and started yelling at the pharmacists. ~40 pigeons were standing together outside the supermarket.
I went downtown/powell/civic center as well, and this homeless man blessed me even though I didn't give him any money. Even the Walgreens is packed full of shoppers in that district. I was wondering what the hell Clare was talking about last night when he said he went to Barney's with his friends. Then I remembered that that damned store was opening in September.
I received two consecutive text messages tonight. One from Leigh-ugh, one from Drab. Second ugh.
I can't escape relationships with science people. It's impossible. The Jewish and Russian- chemist and neurologist, respectively. Jews are HILARIOUS. He wants me to invite my friends over for a Russian dinner sometime.
I saw their daughter again today. She's nice. Doesn't talk much though.
I'm too frazzled right now to talk about any more things.
Lucksmiths concert Sunday? Wha?!? Dragonboat festival this weekend in addition to the Autumn Moon Festival street fair. Normally, I could give a shit, but FREE FOOD SAMPLES?! OHHHH!!!!
Oh B－米, what did you get yourself into?!
My 35 year old Aunt from Hong Kong is on facebook. That's weird, right?
jelly lube
My comp sci teacher is a 40+ year old, skinny, single Asian man with an earring on his left ear. I wonder if that premonition of the future could scare me into marriage?
I finished my quiz, finished my devo test. It wasn't that hard. I'm not sure whether it's just easier, I'm studying more/better, or that I actually read the textbook this time. I don't have any tests for a while, and I could work on a neuro problem set, but it's pretty easy. Plus, there's a review session tomorrow morning for it.
That a-hole Clare- the time he decides to actually eat in the actual Chinatown in San Francisco, he goes without me. What a cockmonger.
Ok, once I've moved into the other place and have the right kitchen utensils, I will dabble in making Chinese desserts. 100% healthy! Tadpole, seaweed- all good for brain development, says the ad in the dessert place.
Today: Banhwich. I think I've gone there before, but I tried the pan-fried BBQ chicken Vietnamese sandwich along with the usual combo #1.
Once again, another skater today can't keep up with his skateboard. I find out today the Russian hates Americans.
Does anybody know how to use Final Cut, Premier, or Camtasia? I'd like experience in video editing software. That, and Adobe Illustrator, and Photoshop. How much is the Adobe software?
I think I'll walk around the city. Ciao.
I finished my quiz, finished my devo test. It wasn't that hard. I'm not sure whether it's just easier, I'm studying more/better, or that I actually read the textbook this time. I don't have any tests for a while, and I could work on a neuro problem set, but it's pretty easy. Plus, there's a review session tomorrow morning for it.
That a-hole Clare- the time he decides to actually eat in the actual Chinatown in San Francisco, he goes without me. What a cockmonger.
Ok, once I've moved into the other place and have the right kitchen utensils, I will dabble in making Chinese desserts. 100% healthy! Tadpole, seaweed- all good for brain development, says the ad in the dessert place.
Today: Banhwich. I think I've gone there before, but I tried the pan-fried BBQ chicken Vietnamese sandwich along with the usual combo #1.
Once again, another skater today can't keep up with his skateboard. I find out today the Russian hates Americans.
Does anybody know how to use Final Cut, Premier, or Camtasia? I'd like experience in video editing software. That, and Adobe Illustrator, and Photoshop. How much is the Adobe software?
I think I'll walk around the city. Ciao.
9.19.2007
pence
Today: Dragon's City Seafood Restaurant
BBQ Pork Fried Rice／叉烧炒饭: $3.45. Too salty- either too much soy sauce or too much salt. I had to drink three glasses of water with half of the meal.
West Lake Beef Soup/西湖牛肉汤: $5.45. Something funky with the beef, and there was cilantro in it, which I normally don't like, but there wasn't too much of it. Too many onions and egg whites were dropped in, but the tofu and broth itself was hearty.
Psh, I am not going to screw anything/one. I will do it all. Didn't you eat the fried taro that I made last year? They were falling apart because I made the portions too large before frying them. Haha Fufu's 小龙汤包？ Yeah, they were soupy. One of the few restaurants to actually do it right. If you're so hungry, why don't you just apply to a place here so that you can interview while I treat you to lunch/dinner. Jeez. VEH-WEE SIM-PO. 非常简单。
Well, if I were to open a food place, I'd have to pick a location that I'd like. I don't know if I'd choose a city such as this where a guy with a belly having a large radius of curvature display his treasure trail while scratching his crotch and ass right in front of me and other passengers.
Since I only spent $9.70 for lunch and dinner- they were enormous portions- I decided to join Clare and his ragtag team of high school friends Stephanie Tanner and Carl Jung for dessert. The thing I had was mousse, but I felt as if I were eating whipped cream from a can. The mangoes would have been fine if it weren't doused in mango syrup. So much for my new Juice Box. Most of the time was spent listening to esoteric humor and straining my neck to watch Asian commercials on the Asian channel in the bay.
Yeah, I guess I'll stick with my current classes. They're not so hard. I mean, after getting a degree in the thing, every subject under that scope should be relatively simple, yes? They all coincide. I get the feeling that the people in my neuro class are all idiots. I also saw a ring on the left hand of my neuro teacher. Sad. Not really. Besides, it was a temporary crush. Her voice get annoying sometimes. Then again, I can forgive that because she wears cute outfits and is eye candy for me for three days a week.
If I'm hearing correctly, a date?!?! HAH! Oh do go on.
FUCK. It might rain here tomorrow?! I don't have an umbrella!!!
BBQ Pork Fried Rice／叉烧炒饭: $3.45. Too salty- either too much soy sauce or too much salt. I had to drink three glasses of water with half of the meal.
West Lake Beef Soup/西湖牛肉汤: $5.45. Something funky with the beef, and there was cilantro in it, which I normally don't like, but there wasn't too much of it. Too many onions and egg whites were dropped in, but the tofu and broth itself was hearty.
Psh, I am not going to screw anything/one. I will do it all. Didn't you eat the fried taro that I made last year? They were falling apart because I made the portions too large before frying them. Haha Fufu's 小龙汤包？ Yeah, they were soupy. One of the few restaurants to actually do it right. If you're so hungry, why don't you just apply to a place here so that you can interview while I treat you to lunch/dinner. Jeez. VEH-WEE SIM-PO. 非常简单。
Well, if I were to open a food place, I'd have to pick a location that I'd like. I don't know if I'd choose a city such as this where a guy with a belly having a large radius of curvature display his treasure trail while scratching his crotch and ass right in front of me and other passengers.
Since I only spent $9.70 for lunch and dinner- they were enormous portions- I decided to join Clare and his ragtag team of high school friends Stephanie Tanner and Carl Jung for dessert. The thing I had was mousse, but I felt as if I were eating whipped cream from a can. The mangoes would have been fine if it weren't doused in mango syrup. So much for my new Juice Box. Most of the time was spent listening to esoteric humor and straining my neck to watch Asian commercials on the Asian channel in the bay.
Yeah, I guess I'll stick with my current classes. They're not so hard. I mean, after getting a degree in the thing, every subject under that scope should be relatively simple, yes? They all coincide. I get the feeling that the people in my neuro class are all idiots. I also saw a ring on the left hand of my neuro teacher. Sad. Not really. Besides, it was a temporary crush. Her voice get annoying sometimes. Then again, I can forgive that because she wears cute outfits and is eye candy for me for three days a week.
If I'm hearing correctly, a date?!?! HAH! Oh do go on.
FUCK. It might rain here tomorrow?! I don't have an umbrella!!!
while loop
So I will be schooling for a year. What to do in the next year? Culinary school??? YEAH?! Napa Valley before Med/Grad school- eating, learning how to eat, learning how to cook for a year.
I thought all this talk about food would make your mouth water, Janey. And NO I'm not trying to bed anyone! When did any of my plans ever involve sex??? I will never be old. Old is a state of mind. Like Alzheimer's.
What kinds of Chinese cakes? The ones with taro filling, mango filling? More exxxplicit, please.
What should I eat today?
My Comp Sci teacher is mean. We're learning while loops today.
Exam today wasn't too bad, but I get the feeling I may be losing half-points on some questions. Devo test tomorrow. I had the feeling that the girl sitting behind me to the right was trying to cheat off me, mainly because I saw her eyes glancing at my desktop from the corner of my eyes.
I thought all this talk about food would make your mouth water, Janey. And NO I'm not trying to bed anyone! When did any of my plans ever involve sex??? I will never be old. Old is a state of mind. Like Alzheimer's.
What kinds of Chinese cakes? The ones with taro filling, mango filling? More exxxplicit, please.
What should I eat today?
My Comp Sci teacher is mean. We're learning while loops today.
Exam today wasn't too bad, but I get the feeling I may be losing half-points on some questions. Devo test tomorrow. I had the feeling that the girl sitting behind me to the right was trying to cheat off me, mainly because I saw her eyes glancing at my desktop from the corner of my eyes.
geranylgeranyl
of course I laughed at him. Did you expect any less from me? And you would have enjoyed the little bakery today. The lady at the counter was so nice, unlike some other cantonese people in this city.
Whenever I get emotional, I lay down to sleep it off and forget thinking too much.
I'm starting to get pissed off at geriatrics and the time it takes them to get off the bus. They're usually the ones that have to get off at every single stop, and when they do, they usually have to get up off their seat and walk through the crowds of young/old students standing there because it's the law to give up your seat for the elderly/disabled, or los mayores de edad o incapacidados.
I was eating over my notes today- always a big mistake. Some of my pizza toppings dropped off the bread, even though I thought that the slice was big enough to hold all of it. Large oil stains on my notes. Don't see the big picture, but I can now see THROUGH the small details.
This mission of mine isn't turning out so well, but there is ONE option left that I can finally pump information from.
Whenever I get emotional, I lay down to sleep it off and forget thinking too much.
I'm starting to get pissed off at geriatrics and the time it takes them to get off the bus. They're usually the ones that have to get off at every single stop, and when they do, they usually have to get up off their seat and walk through the crowds of young/old students standing there because it's the law to give up your seat for the elderly/disabled, or los mayores de edad o incapacidados.
I was eating over my notes today- always a big mistake. Some of my pizza toppings dropped off the bread, even though I thought that the slice was big enough to hold all of it. Large oil stains on my notes. Don't see the big picture, but I can now see THROUGH the small details.
This mission of mine isn't turning out so well, but there is ONE option left that I can finally pump information from.
9.18.2007
seniore's pizza
3 slices:
1 Hawaiian
1 Mushroom
1 Combo
Total: $8.90
The pizza slices were HUGE, but there was still too much cheese on time. Doesn't mean I didn't eat it all.
That brings my total expenses for the day to $13.90, not including snacks I purchased at Safeway.
I keep finding more restaurants on this street. When I move in, after I purchase all the furniture and kitchen supplies, I think I want to learn to bake sweets. Tarts, bread, cakes. Something more pleasing with putting them on display in a window than entrees.
I found cheap tap shoes, but I don't want to purchase them online- I wouldn't know if they'd fit me or not.
Instead of studying for my two exams in the next two days, I was picking out furniture on the Ikea website.
Oh right, interesting mishap of the day: this guy was skateboarding down Taraval and tried to make a 180-rotation after jumping off the curb. The skateboard stopped once it hit the ground, and he failed miserably right in front of me as I walked past him to Safeway.
I need to lie down. Too much fat in my brain.
1 Hawaiian
1 Mushroom
1 Combo
Total: $8.90
The pizza slices were HUGE, but there was still too much cheese on time. Doesn't mean I didn't eat it all.
That brings my total expenses for the day to $13.90, not including snacks I purchased at Safeway.
I keep finding more restaurants on this street. When I move in, after I purchase all the furniture and kitchen supplies, I think I want to learn to bake sweets. Tarts, bread, cakes. Something more pleasing with putting them on display in a window than entrees.
I found cheap tap shoes, but I don't want to purchase them online- I wouldn't know if they'd fit me or not.
Instead of studying for my two exams in the next two days, I was picking out furniture on the Ikea website.
Oh right, interesting mishap of the day: this guy was skateboarding down Taraval and tried to make a 180-rotation after jumping off the curb. The skateboard stopped once it hit the ground, and he failed miserably right in front of me as I walked past him to Safeway.
I need to lie down. Too much fat in my brain.
victor's bakery
叉烧包: BBQ Pork Bun
菠萝包: Pineapple Bun
肠仔包: Hot Dog Bun
意大利包: Pizza Bun
老婆饼: Melon Cake (Old Wife Cookie/Biscuit??)
All this: $4.00 for lunch
I approve
菠萝包: Pineapple Bun
肠仔包: Hot Dog Bun
意大利包: Pizza Bun
老婆饼: Melon Cake (Old Wife Cookie/Biscuit??)
All this: $4.00 for lunch
I approve
9.17.2007
hesitation
The Jewish guy Joseph thinks I smoke because Clare left his marlboros here, which is odd, since he smokes parliaments, typical of a hipster (from that hipster bingo board, anyway). Although I wouldn't mind a clove ciggy right now. Somehow puffs of sweet air are better than the solid material.
This job position offers up a combination of everything I'm doing right now: neuro and programming. It deals with the eye, though. And people. I'd rather deal with model organisms like insects in this one lab on campus, or C. elegans, or even chick embryos and Xenopus frogs.
I'm going to call that place tomorrow. Finally start volunteering, building up my Cantonese/Mandarin fluency.
WHAT'S YOUR STORY, Leigh-ugh???
This job position offers up a combination of everything I'm doing right now: neuro and programming. It deals with the eye, though. And people. I'd rather deal with model organisms like insects in this one lab on campus, or C. elegans, or even chick embryos and Xenopus frogs.
I'm going to call that place tomorrow. Finally start volunteering, building up my Cantonese/Mandarin fluency.
WHAT'S YOUR STORY, Leigh-ugh???
buena vista
new mishaps: girl whose hat blew off her head and dropped a shoe, guy that tripped over a root above the ground.
new taste: Ha Noi Bistro.
new apartment. I get to move in this weekend.
That's the beauty of those pick-up lines. They're not meant to be serious.
Realize in time that I will like your neuro colleagues? That implies that I'm going to hang out with them more. Ugh, I have enough trouble dealing with everybody telling me that they could see me in neurology. I do NOT need to be indoctrinated already into this cult. I can't imagine those people laughing heartily- what I CAN imagine them doing, though, is a reaction similar to a gush of air as someone gets punched in the stomach.
One coupon for 25% off, and I'm developing a shoe fetish. Shoes.com. I know it would be an outrageous purchase, but I like cartoon art. Shoes with cartoons of all colors? Only $35 after the coupon code.
I found myself being bored of Marine Biology today. I'm learning basic science in that class. It could be an easy A. I could hold out in the hopes that an interesting topic picks up, but that would be a while.
14+ new restaurants that I've tried since moving here. That was around the 6th? I would rather fire up the wok, except my brother is taking everything. My parents want me to buy my own rice cooker, chopsticks, utensils. Reviews of all these restaurants to come. Oh, and Quickly. For all those that want to enjoy the sweet splendor of diabetes, look no further!
Another birthday, Hesse. You're old. Go buy yourself a walker.
new taste: Ha Noi Bistro.
new apartment. I get to move in this weekend.
That's the beauty of those pick-up lines. They're not meant to be serious.
Realize in time that I will like your neuro colleagues? That implies that I'm going to hang out with them more. Ugh, I have enough trouble dealing with everybody telling me that they could see me in neurology. I do NOT need to be indoctrinated already into this cult. I can't imagine those people laughing heartily- what I CAN imagine them doing, though, is a reaction similar to a gush of air as someone gets punched in the stomach.
One coupon for 25% off, and I'm developing a shoe fetish. Shoes.com. I know it would be an outrageous purchase, but I like cartoon art. Shoes with cartoons of all colors? Only $35 after the coupon code.
I found myself being bored of Marine Biology today. I'm learning basic science in that class. It could be an easy A. I could hold out in the hopes that an interesting topic picks up, but that would be a while.
14+ new restaurants that I've tried since moving here. That was around the 6th? I would rather fire up the wok, except my brother is taking everything. My parents want me to buy my own rice cooker, chopsticks, utensils. Reviews of all these restaurants to come. Oh, and Quickly. For all those that want to enjoy the sweet splendor of diabetes, look no further!
Another birthday, Hesse. You're old. Go buy yourself a walker.
9.16.2007
tocus
residual feeling. blows.
You ever watch a movie for kicks and then realize how terrible it is? Not just bad acting. EVERYTHING about the movie. I spent the entire time with my jaw dropped and in dismay about how ANYBODY could/would want to throw shit on the screen and call it a movie.
Drab was talking last night about his headaches from caffeine withdrawal. I still don't like coffee, even after having tried that Blue Bottle brand from the garage on that one street in the mission.
"I like coffee." What does that say about a person? If people are what they eat or drink, then that would say that the person is bitter. Coffee also reminds me of that one pick-up line: "You're just how I like my coffee- bitter and diarrhea inducing." TOO GOOD!!!
The topic of pick-up lines came up last night, so I've been browsing the web, trying to see if there were any good scientific pick-up lines. I started cracking up in my kitchen after reading this one: "Is it subverting our genetic imperative if you cum all over my face?"
I suppose my non-pick up line would be: "If I believed in casual sex, I would totally do you up the butt."
After all the news and scandal, I guess Michael Jackson was right- Billy Jean is not his lover. Must have been a little boy instead.
There's an actual place that teaches tap dancing in SF! Guess what it's called? TAP DANCE CENTER!
It's been 8+ years, and I still don't have a digital camera of any kind to log my daily mischief.
Drawing manga is harder than i thought; harder, at least, with a computer and mouse. I may just draw them out on paper first and scan them in for editing.
You ever watch a movie for kicks and then realize how terrible it is? Not just bad acting. EVERYTHING about the movie. I spent the entire time with my jaw dropped and in dismay about how ANYBODY could/would want to throw shit on the screen and call it a movie.
Drab was talking last night about his headaches from caffeine withdrawal. I still don't like coffee, even after having tried that Blue Bottle brand from the garage on that one street in the mission.
"I like coffee." What does that say about a person? If people are what they eat or drink, then that would say that the person is bitter. Coffee also reminds me of that one pick-up line: "You're just how I like my coffee- bitter and diarrhea inducing." TOO GOOD!!!
The topic of pick-up lines came up last night, so I've been browsing the web, trying to see if there were any good scientific pick-up lines. I started cracking up in my kitchen after reading this one: "Is it subverting our genetic imperative if you cum all over my face?"
I suppose my non-pick up line would be: "If I believed in casual sex, I would totally do you up the butt."
After all the news and scandal, I guess Michael Jackson was right- Billy Jean is not his lover. Must have been a little boy instead.
There's an actual place that teaches tap dancing in SF! Guess what it's called? TAP DANCE CENTER!
It's been 8+ years, and I still don't have a digital camera of any kind to log my daily mischief.
Drawing manga is harder than i thought; harder, at least, with a computer and mouse. I may just draw them out on paper first and scan them in for editing.
catnap
New hits: [Papeete (French Polynesia?), Fairbanks (Alaska), Soldotna, Alexandria, Taipei, Brandon, Old Westbury]
This Russian lady keeps coming over, and I learn SO much more about her. I may have a preference for much older people as friends. It's like story time EVERY time but with planes and parachutes and neurology!
She suggested that I have dinner with her and her friend who works in child neurology at UCSF. I didn't say anything- I was too distracted by these blisters on her mouth. THAT'S what she was talking about when she said that she had to take antibiotics- she has Herpes. The Giant microbe version of Herpes wasn't that appealing. I'm sure having the virus isn't as well.
I slept for three hours this afternoon/evening. I must be tired from something, but I don't know what it is.
Estimated time of move: either this weekend or next weekend. CAN'T WAIT! Seriously. Can't wait any longer. I am toying with the thought of having a roommate since there is a separate room in the other apartment, but who would want such a small room?
I think I'll have Mexican for dinner. Tired of Asians and their food. There's this really cute Asian girl that was living right across from me all this time. I didn't get a good look at her face, though. I was too annoyed by the fact that she was hobbling her way up two flights of stairs on crutches because I was walking right behind her. She finally let me pass after the first flight. Perhaps I should be sympathetic to the disabled that wear short shorts and have nice long legs. No. I don't give preferential treatment.
This Russian lady keeps coming over, and I learn SO much more about her. I may have a preference for much older people as friends. It's like story time EVERY time but with planes and parachutes and neurology!
She suggested that I have dinner with her and her friend who works in child neurology at UCSF. I didn't say anything- I was too distracted by these blisters on her mouth. THAT'S what she was talking about when she said that she had to take antibiotics- she has Herpes. The Giant microbe version of Herpes wasn't that appealing. I'm sure having the virus isn't as well.
I slept for three hours this afternoon/evening. I must be tired from something, but I don't know what it is.
Estimated time of move: either this weekend or next weekend. CAN'T WAIT! Seriously. Can't wait any longer. I am toying with the thought of having a roommate since there is a separate room in the other apartment, but who would want such a small room?
I think I'll have Mexican for dinner. Tired of Asians and their food. There's this really cute Asian girl that was living right across from me all this time. I didn't get a good look at her face, though. I was too annoyed by the fact that she was hobbling her way up two flights of stairs on crutches because I was walking right behind her. She finally let me pass after the first flight. Perhaps I should be sympathetic to the disabled that wear short shorts and have nice long legs. No. I don't give preferential treatment.
james franco
It could be. I haven't read the Times recently. Or EVER. Occasionally, but now my google home page is still smattered with links to GRE words and vocab builders. Will have to do something about that soon.
Even the flies are bigger in California.
"Do you go to Castro often?" Translation: "Are you gay?"
"Hi. I'm Jason." Translation: "Are you lost? Do I need to guide you to somebody who cares?" Well, that may be a loose translation. It varies depending on the context.
Clare-bear was there last night. Oh, what happened? You know, the usual drunken belligerence/rampage that defines Clare's too-drunken moments. Drab's always being mean- nothing different there. I thought I was only having once-a-week meetings with Drab, but that makes it number two last night. Greedy, greedy.
So last night. Met Leigh-ugh and Drab, and a slew of more science nerds. Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to meet the entire neuro class by the end of the year? There was Ted again, the Jewish(?) guy that lives in Tenderloin?? Two new girls, Dana and Carolyn, and a guy, Adam. In order from Adam to Dana to Carolyn- quiet, quiet, and semi-quiet. If I were not to disguise my tactlessness- boring, boring, and semi-boring. Maybe that's my exaggerated reaction because they were too far across the 3-feet table from me to initiate conversation, or they didn't talk much, or we had nothing in common besides science. Also during the time there, I would randomly glance around the table and noticed Dana's huge eyes looking at me. Either she was there judging me, or our eyes just happened to meet too many times during the night. My general conclusion about neuro people is that they either lack a sense of humor or they lack that region of their brain that allows them to laugh. Blank stares, yes. Hearty laughter? None evident of that night. Oh, getting to know other people's friends. I judge. Clare judges, but I disagree with his opinions. Biology, I see that, but there is NO chemistry there, physical or otherwise.
I may buy the third season of Grey's. Guilty pleasure. I like it, it's my thing, let it go. I'm only buying it because I have this 40% off coupon from Borders rewards for members.
Oh right, also met Clare's high school friend, Carl, again. Even though he's a fun person to hang around, I still find it hard to make good conversation. Either I'm tired or too apathetic to care about filling in the silent voids. Plus, I don't know enough about his comedic sense to cater to that in the form of relevant jokes.
I suppose the more effective way to get to know people would just be to forcefully wedge one's way into the conversation, i.e. shuffle the bodies around the table. If I cared. Sigh.
Somebody threw up pastel all over the walls in my soon-to-be ex-apartment.
Even the flies are bigger in California.
"Do you go to Castro often?" Translation: "Are you gay?"
"Hi. I'm Jason." Translation: "Are you lost? Do I need to guide you to somebody who cares?" Well, that may be a loose translation. It varies depending on the context.
Clare-bear was there last night. Oh, what happened? You know, the usual drunken belligerence/rampage that defines Clare's too-drunken moments. Drab's always being mean- nothing different there. I thought I was only having once-a-week meetings with Drab, but that makes it number two last night. Greedy, greedy.
So last night. Met Leigh-ugh and Drab, and a slew of more science nerds. Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to meet the entire neuro class by the end of the year? There was Ted again, the Jewish(?) guy that lives in Tenderloin?? Two new girls, Dana and Carolyn, and a guy, Adam. In order from Adam to Dana to Carolyn- quiet, quiet, and semi-quiet. If I were not to disguise my tactlessness- boring, boring, and semi-boring. Maybe that's my exaggerated reaction because they were too far across the 3-feet table from me to initiate conversation, or they didn't talk much, or we had nothing in common besides science. Also during the time there, I would randomly glance around the table and noticed Dana's huge eyes looking at me. Either she was there judging me, or our eyes just happened to meet too many times during the night. My general conclusion about neuro people is that they either lack a sense of humor or they lack that region of their brain that allows them to laugh. Blank stares, yes. Hearty laughter? None evident of that night. Oh, getting to know other people's friends. I judge. Clare judges, but I disagree with his opinions. Biology, I see that, but there is NO chemistry there, physical or otherwise.
I may buy the third season of Grey's. Guilty pleasure. I like it, it's my thing, let it go. I'm only buying it because I have this 40% off coupon from Borders rewards for members.
Oh right, also met Clare's high school friend, Carl, again. Even though he's a fun person to hang around, I still find it hard to make good conversation. Either I'm tired or too apathetic to care about filling in the silent voids. Plus, I don't know enough about his comedic sense to cater to that in the form of relevant jokes.
I suppose the more effective way to get to know people would just be to forcefully wedge one's way into the conversation, i.e. shuffle the bodies around the table. If I cared. Sigh.
Somebody threw up pastel all over the walls in my soon-to-be ex-apartment.
regalia
I have enough problems dealing with this life. I don't think I need to create another at secondlife.com, by NPG? I don't remember half the things I write in this blog, so this may be a repeat.
Updated with Crassie and Janey. Love of my life? HAH! GOOD ONE JANEY!
Even though I read Drab's text message, about watching a movie, 1.5 hours late, I took Janey's advice and decided to go out and meet up with Drab and Clare, and later found out I would meet Leigh-ugh as well.
Oh the frolicking that was tonight. Something's always happening. I didn't know that Drab and Leigh-ugh would reveal Clare's haughty nature that one mischievous night. Oh well. Over and done with.
Details later. I tire.
Updated with Crassie and Janey. Love of my life? HAH! GOOD ONE JANEY!
Even though I read Drab's text message, about watching a movie, 1.5 hours late, I took Janey's advice and decided to go out and meet up with Drab and Clare, and later found out I would meet Leigh-ugh as well.
Oh the frolicking that was tonight. Something's always happening. I didn't know that Drab and Leigh-ugh would reveal Clare's haughty nature that one mischievous night. Oh well. Over and done with.
Details later. I tire.
9.15.2007
western digital
even the people working the korean restaurant at Stonestown mall speak Cantonese.
Fucking chylomicrons.
What do I want from this blog- updates. From the GA members. WHERE YOU AT? WHAT YOU BEEN DOIN'?! Any life-changing moments in the past summer? That includes you, Maury, since you talk more than Mark.
Back to studying I suppose. I haven't done anything all day. Which is why I should wake up earlier- I feel like going out on a sunny afternoon on the weekend.
Fucking chylomicrons.
What do I want from this blog- updates. From the GA members. WHERE YOU AT? WHAT YOU BEEN DOIN'?! Any life-changing moments in the past summer? That includes you, Maury, since you talk more than Mark.
Back to studying I suppose. I haven't done anything all day. Which is why I should wake up earlier- I feel like going out on a sunny afternoon on the weekend.
f^n
I can at least rely on the painters not coming in on the weekend. Whew.
I opened up my box of goodies- MyBook, headphones, printer cartridges, and an LED flashlight.
I finally understand what Poorneel meant when he said it was inefficient to have separate hot/cold water faucets. As I was trying to wash my cold hands with warm water this morning, I find that there's only one setting for the hot faucet: SCALDING! While I'm burning the skin off of my left hand, I'm freezing the right one. I thought I was supposed to feel something in between and not the two extremes, like those experiments where you put one hand in an ice bath and the other in hot water.
That lovely Jewish/Russian couple, who are actually nice and will talk to you in this apartment complex (or at least they do so now because they desire my place), recommend that I lease out my other room to someone else. Hmm. I already had enough trouble from this summer when I got stuck with not one, but THREE. I actually saw the Vietnamese one the other day, because I decided to be a good student and arrive at school early. As soon as I saw this scrub in sandals on the sidewalk, my natural reaction was to duck. He didn't see me. He didn't see me even as he got on the bus and sat DIRECTLY ACROSS from me. I lowered my head, acting as if I were too sleepy to look up. I kept my head down for the rest of the ride to the school. He never recognized me- maybe it's the haircut or that I'm toting around a messenger bag instead of that bright red backpack that singles me out around campus.
Yesterday I decided to be not mean as usual- told a woman "Bless you" after she sneezed; also watched her stuff for her when she needed to head out to the bathroom. OH YEAH. Even food is prejudiced towards this couple concept, along with studying in public. If you are a single in the city, you can't go to the bathroom without having to pack up all your stuff with you, possibly losing your seat in the house. It's always a burden to ask the person next to you to watch their stuff since they don't really have any obligation towards the safety of your belongings. What about food- Pu Pu Platter, for TWO. Soup, for TWO. My restaurant is going to say for THOSE WHO CAN EAT TWICE AS MUCH. Or rather, for THOSE WHO ARE REALLY HUNGRY, but in a more elegant manner depending on how high-class I may want it to get.
More importantly, would it be better for me to go out and take tap dancing lessons, or for me to just buy the shoes (for some price) and teach myself from this book for only $25 at Borders? Projects that I am also picking back up: drawing manga (once I get sketches of characters), learning Cantonese and Mandarin (medical context?), and Mah Jong. OH Janey and Nants are so lucky they can be old asian ladies in 40+ years- they'd get to play in those gambling circles. Those hos upstairs are playing it, I know it. The distinctive clatter of tiles, the square playing table, and 4 old hags. They're taunting me all day long- they seem to never stop playing! I came back around 10 last night and they were still shuffling away.
I suppose I should shower now and go out to start studying. MMM Devo! I'm working for the Republican party in that class. Don't ask. Not by choice.
I also scared the shit out of me last night when I was marveling at the many coats of paint around the apartment. I decided to close my door so that less cold air would come in, but when I tried to open it again, it was stuck. I pulled. Nothing. I pulled harder. Still nothing. Turns out the top portion of the door was jammed to the door frame. I started freaking out as I kept pulling and nothing was happening, wondering if I would be stuck in that room until the people come back in the morning. i also didn't want to destroy the door since I'd have to pay for it. After putting both hands to the knob and a leg to the wall, I managed to get the bedroom door open. Jesus.
I opened up my box of goodies- MyBook, headphones, printer cartridges, and an LED flashlight.
I finally understand what Poorneel meant when he said it was inefficient to have separate hot/cold water faucets. As I was trying to wash my cold hands with warm water this morning, I find that there's only one setting for the hot faucet: SCALDING! While I'm burning the skin off of my left hand, I'm freezing the right one. I thought I was supposed to feel something in between and not the two extremes, like those experiments where you put one hand in an ice bath and the other in hot water.
That lovely Jewish/Russian couple, who are actually nice and will talk to you in this apartment complex (or at least they do so now because they desire my place), recommend that I lease out my other room to someone else. Hmm. I already had enough trouble from this summer when I got stuck with not one, but THREE. I actually saw the Vietnamese one the other day, because I decided to be a good student and arrive at school early. As soon as I saw this scrub in sandals on the sidewalk, my natural reaction was to duck. He didn't see me. He didn't see me even as he got on the bus and sat DIRECTLY ACROSS from me. I lowered my head, acting as if I were too sleepy to look up. I kept my head down for the rest of the ride to the school. He never recognized me- maybe it's the haircut or that I'm toting around a messenger bag instead of that bright red backpack that singles me out around campus.
Yesterday I decided to be not mean as usual- told a woman "Bless you" after she sneezed; also watched her stuff for her when she needed to head out to the bathroom. OH YEAH. Even food is prejudiced towards this couple concept, along with studying in public. If you are a single in the city, you can't go to the bathroom without having to pack up all your stuff with you, possibly losing your seat in the house. It's always a burden to ask the person next to you to watch their stuff since they don't really have any obligation towards the safety of your belongings. What about food- Pu Pu Platter, for TWO. Soup, for TWO. My restaurant is going to say
More importantly, would it be better for me to go out and take tap dancing lessons, or for me to just buy the shoes (for some price) and teach myself from this book for only $25 at Borders? Projects that I am also picking back up: drawing manga (once I get sketches of characters), learning Cantonese and Mandarin (medical context?), and Mah Jong. OH Janey and Nants are so lucky they can be old asian ladies in 40+ years- they'd get to play in those gambling circles. Those hos upstairs are playing it, I know it. The distinctive clatter of tiles, the square playing table, and 4 old hags. They're taunting me all day long- they seem to never stop playing! I came back around 10 last night and they were still shuffling away.
I suppose I should shower now and go out to start studying. MMM Devo! I'm working for the Republican party in that class. Don't ask. Not by choice.
I also scared the shit out of me last night when I was marveling at the many coats of paint around the apartment. I decided to close my door so that less cold air would come in, but when I tried to open it again, it was stuck. I pulled. Nothing. I pulled harder. Still nothing. Turns out the top portion of the door was jammed to the door frame. I started freaking out as I kept pulling and nothing was happening, wondering if I would be stuck in that room until the people come back in the morning. i also didn't want to destroy the door since I'd have to pay for it. After putting both hands to the knob and a leg to the wall, I managed to get the bedroom door open. Jesus.
9.14.2007
bright lights gay city
I FINALLY HAVE INTERNET!
1) Opened DSl box, set up internet immediately
2) Turned on computer, hooked up to the internet
3) Eat late night fast food
Interesting sights: a RAV4 ran into the side of a Honda accord while I was waiting for the bus stop. I started chuckling. The driver side of the Accord was scratched, with a giant dent that somehow didn't affect the driver. They parked at the gas station to exchange insurance information, I assume. The RAV4 started backing up to repark itself at the gas station, and just as it turned into a parking spot, the guy didn't stop soon enough because he RAN INTO THE PARKING BUMPER! HAHA! I watch as the car just runs into this white, cheap aluminum kind of setup that's supposed to prevent the car from running into the wall of the apartment behind it, but the RAV4 makes this loud thud as it's stopped by the railing. TOO GOOD! I like how accidents are prone to occur around me.
New characters- fat lady with a woodwind staring at me on the L-MUNI, old guy on the 33-Stanyan bus, and Castro nightlife.
When night hits, Castro seems MORE EXCITING. Music playing all around, tons of bass, and bright lights. Also, the gays know how to pick very nice colors to decorate their houses, but of all the flags to choose from, why did they pick an ugly one with a rainbow theme? I'm sure they can reinvent a new flag to represent the gay population. I was also walking around with my package on display. I had to take a train and bus across the city to pick up my amazon shipment from UPS. How annoying.
Right- the old guy on the bus. I sit there, waiting for the bus to hit Castro, and this guy asks me how I'm doing. I say, "Good!" Minutes later, I'm rummaging through my messenger bag trying to find my Transit Map so that I know where to get off to take the MUNI train home. The guy looks at me again and asks, "How are you??" I say, "Good! How are you?!" and just look away while confused and wondering what's wrong with this guy. There was another old man on the bus that I took in the afternoon that just kept staring at me and smiling, even as I turned away to look elsewhere. There was also this one Asian girl on the train that I wanted to make out with. Weird.
I had some classes today. In Cell Neuro, we had to work in groups on these in-class problem sets. Why do I get the feeling that the people around me are idiots? Oh, that's right- it's because none of them were speaking up on how to solve this simple problem with analyzing patch clamp data. At least the class is getting more interesting now- looking at primary research articles about early neuro experiments, and more math!
Need to set up My Book. ADIOS.
1) Opened DSl box, set up internet immediately
2) Turned on computer, hooked up to the internet
3) Eat late night fast food
Interesting sights: a RAV4 ran into the side of a Honda accord while I was waiting for the bus stop. I started chuckling. The driver side of the Accord was scratched, with a giant dent that somehow didn't affect the driver. They parked at the gas station to exchange insurance information, I assume. The RAV4 started backing up to repark itself at the gas station, and just as it turned into a parking spot, the guy didn't stop soon enough because he RAN INTO THE PARKING BUMPER! HAHA! I watch as the car just runs into this white, cheap aluminum kind of setup that's supposed to prevent the car from running into the wall of the apartment behind it, but the RAV4 makes this loud thud as it's stopped by the railing. TOO GOOD! I like how accidents are prone to occur around me.
New characters- fat lady with a woodwind staring at me on the L-MUNI, old guy on the 33-Stanyan bus, and Castro nightlife.
When night hits, Castro seems MORE EXCITING. Music playing all around, tons of bass, and bright lights. Also, the gays know how to pick very nice colors to decorate their houses, but of all the flags to choose from, why did they pick an ugly one with a rainbow theme? I'm sure they can reinvent a new flag to represent the gay population. I was also walking around with my package on display. I had to take a train and bus across the city to pick up my amazon shipment from UPS. How annoying.
Right- the old guy on the bus. I sit there, waiting for the bus to hit Castro, and this guy asks me how I'm doing. I say, "Good!" Minutes later, I'm rummaging through my messenger bag trying to find my Transit Map so that I know where to get off to take the MUNI train home. The guy looks at me again and asks, "How are you??" I say, "Good! How are you?!" and just look away while confused and wondering what's wrong with this guy. There was another old man on the bus that I took in the afternoon that just kept staring at me and smiling, even as I turned away to look elsewhere. There was also this one Asian girl on the train that I wanted to make out with. Weird.
I had some classes today. In Cell Neuro, we had to work in groups on these in-class problem sets. Why do I get the feeling that the people around me are idiots? Oh, that's right- it's because none of them were speaking up on how to solve this simple problem with analyzing patch clamp data. At least the class is getting more interesting now- looking at primary research articles about early neuro experiments, and more math!
Need to set up My Book. ADIOS.
9.13.2007
principles of biochemistry
I saw that Genetics book by Snustad and Simmons at the bookstore- scared the shit out of me.
Because my apartment complex has problems answering calls from downstairs, I have to take the BART and go out of my way to pick up two packages so that I can finally have internet at my place and some other apartment essentials. I don't know if a LED tasklight would be essential to my apartment. That and a 500GB external hard drive.
Right- Tuesdays with Drabley. All that emotional diarrhea- no wonder I stay away from relationships and stick to my very healthy hate life. Ugh. That gushing of emotion made me restless all night- I even dreamed about Drab again, but it wasn't a memorable dream. Jeez. AND the choice of restaurant! Dear Lord! SO GLAD I only ordered an appetizer from PPQ. Pork spring rolls- the shredded pork was too dry and sandy/grainy. I don't think it's supposed to taste like that. This time, I actually had Japanese food before dinner with Drab (last time it was afterwards). Backup dinner. Next time I may have to prepare for an emotional backup- LOTS of alcohol. "When the going gets tough, the tough get drinking." ~The Rules of Attraction
Chick n Coop: HOF BRAU. Ate there the other day for lunch- Polish sausage, sauerkraut, and mashed potatoes w/ gravy. The sausage was okay; the sauerkraut- too much vinegar? I was strolling along Taraval today and came upon that Szechuan Taste Restaurant that my Dad liked to frequent while he was over here in the Bay Area. Alone one of the windows was an article that a food critic had written for one newspaper. THAT'S some shitty writing. I hope that's not what being a food critic entails.
New Taraval Cafe for lunch today. Their omelette was organized effectively, as most of the contents stayed in and didn't spill out as I kept cutting sections off with their knife. Home-fried potatoes: somehow it's never consistent from place to place. People have their own idea of what that dish means, I suppose. What else? Fruit on the side. Satisfying, although they could have given me more variety than just watermelon and three pieces of cantaloupe. Toasted wheat bread- the grape jelly was tolerable, but I don't like butter on my toast. I didn't mind this time since the saltiness of the butter negated/complemented the sugary jelly.
No clue where I want to eat tonight.
More apartment issues. I'm sleeping in my room when this morning the Russian lady storms in with her crew to repaint the walls. Not only have they been touching my stuff and placing it everywhere, they've covered everything up in plastic, making it harder for me to grab the things underneath as they start painting ALL the rooms. I thought they were just going to tear down the wall first! Hopefully the fumes will have escaped and the paint will have dried by tonight so I can just sleep in the place. They decided on a pastel green for the living room. It looked alright from an angle, but I suppose I'll have to wait until I see what color the kitchen is.
There's this place in the mall where some kiosk sells spinning windmills or something of the sort. I wonder what it would be like to have an acid trip while watching them twirl.
Large woman walking past a strolling me = a large truck driving past a tiny car on the highway. I almost lost my balance as this portly lady was hurrying somewhere on campus. She generated enough wind to cause me to tilt and bend. Another truck also came my way a few seconds later except she wasn't as close as the other one, so I didn't stumble as I walked past her.
Library's closing again. No more internet for me for the rest of the night.
Because my apartment complex has problems answering calls from downstairs, I have to take the BART and go out of my way to pick up two packages so that I can finally have internet at my place and some other apartment essentials. I don't know if a LED tasklight would be essential to my apartment. That and a 500GB external hard drive.
Right- Tuesdays with Drabley. All that emotional diarrhea- no wonder I stay away from relationships and stick to my very healthy hate life. Ugh. That gushing of emotion made me restless all night- I even dreamed about Drab again, but it wasn't a memorable dream. Jeez. AND the choice of restaurant! Dear Lord! SO GLAD I only ordered an appetizer from PPQ. Pork spring rolls- the shredded pork was too dry and sandy/grainy. I don't think it's supposed to taste like that. This time, I actually had Japanese food before dinner with Drab (last time it was afterwards). Backup dinner. Next time I may have to prepare for an emotional backup- LOTS of alcohol. "When the going gets tough, the tough get drinking." ~The Rules of Attraction
Chick n Coop: HOF BRAU. Ate there the other day for lunch- Polish sausage, sauerkraut, and mashed potatoes w/ gravy. The sausage was okay; the sauerkraut- too much vinegar? I was strolling along Taraval today and came upon that Szechuan Taste Restaurant that my Dad liked to frequent while he was over here in the Bay Area. Alone one of the windows was an article that a food critic had written for one newspaper. THAT'S some shitty writing. I hope that's not what being a food critic entails.
New Taraval Cafe for lunch today. Their omelette was organized effectively, as most of the contents stayed in and didn't spill out as I kept cutting sections off with their knife. Home-fried potatoes: somehow it's never consistent from place to place. People have their own idea of what that dish means, I suppose. What else? Fruit on the side. Satisfying, although they could have given me more variety than just watermelon and three pieces of cantaloupe. Toasted wheat bread- the grape jelly was tolerable, but I don't like butter on my toast. I didn't mind this time since the saltiness of the butter negated/complemented the sugary jelly.
No clue where I want to eat tonight.
More apartment issues. I'm sleeping in my room when this morning the Russian lady storms in with her crew to repaint the walls. Not only have they been touching my stuff and placing it everywhere, they've covered everything up in plastic, making it harder for me to grab the things underneath as they start painting ALL the rooms. I thought they were just going to tear down the wall first! Hopefully the fumes will have escaped and the paint will have dried by tonight so I can just sleep in the place. They decided on a pastel green for the living room. It looked alright from an angle, but I suppose I'll have to wait until I see what color the kitchen is.
There's this place in the mall where some kiosk sells spinning windmills or something of the sort. I wonder what it would be like to have an acid trip while watching them twirl.
Large woman walking past a strolling me = a large truck driving past a tiny car on the highway. I almost lost my balance as this portly lady was hurrying somewhere on campus. She generated enough wind to cause me to tilt and bend. Another truck also came my way a few seconds later except she wasn't as close as the other one, so I didn't stumble as I walked past her.
Library's closing again. No more internet for me for the rest of the night.
9.12.2007
Tuesdays with Beardly
In my comp class right now. BORING.
Green equals warmth and intelligence?! green = money? Good eye. The Jewish husband actually only has his bedroom painted green. Entertaining guests?! What the hell?! Perhaps. Dinner parties. Once I move in completely.
Throwing away cigarettes may sometimes not be better. There's more clutter on the ground. Example: sidewalk on 19th and Irving as I was waiting for the 28 bus line to arrive. There were at least 50 cigarette butts lying around me (I counted), NOT in the trashcan. The city is the cigarette smoker's ashtray.
I will consider Takuya Kimura and Rain. What online store would even sell the kind of clothing they wear??
Yeah, my stomach's gotten smaller since coming here. No worries- all this walking is jump starting my metabolism. HAHA who said I was coming to work at NIH?! I've already started classes here and have at least one year's lease. EEK class has ended. MORE LATER!
Green equals warmth and intelligence?! green = money? Good eye. The Jewish husband actually only has his bedroom painted green. Entertaining guests?! What the hell?! Perhaps. Dinner parties. Once I move in completely.
Throwing away cigarettes may sometimes not be better. There's more clutter on the ground. Example: sidewalk on 19th and Irving as I was waiting for the 28 bus line to arrive. There were at least 50 cigarette butts lying around me (I counted), NOT in the trashcan. The city is the cigarette smoker's ashtray.
I will consider Takuya Kimura and Rain. What online store would even sell the kind of clothing they wear??
Yeah, my stomach's gotten smaller since coming here. No worries- all this walking is jump starting my metabolism. HAHA who said I was coming to work at NIH?! I've already started classes here and have at least one year's lease. EEK class has ended. MORE LATER!
9.11.2007
rape veggie
There's this ad on the back of the bus everywhere I go, about this Asian guy who survived rape and telling everybody else that they shouldn't be ashamed to get help. I can't recognize the two Chinese characters for rape.
I was walking through the textbook store at State- why didn't I take more classes at Rice?! Animation, foreign languages, design, etc.
HAHA! OH homeless people. What will they come up with next?! I'm dying to find out!
Yeah I'm moving already. Yes, have the year's lease. I won't be moving far from my original room.
For my group project in one class, I'm working with a fatty, an overtly gay man, a bitch, and a blonde. And they all like to drink. And they all want to play King's Cup as we present our project to the class. Oy.
How would an apartment look with the walls painted green?
I keep getting these verbal flashbacks from that night. example: "BORED TO TEARS!" And what the hell was Clare thinking, throwing away all those cigarettes and wasting them? Although they are "gay-ass" Parliaments.
New food site I tried today: Banhwich. Vietnamese sandwiches for $3 or less. I bought two. Total cost of lunch: %5.75. Still have to get dinner. So, if I don't dine in, eating for under $15/day seems manageable. Dine in: $20. My nose seems to be able to pick up scents better, probably to find all these new food locations. Then again, I have to smell all these sweaty, malodorous people standing all around me on the bus. I'm also hearing the clattering of tiles across the street in some upstairs apartment. I think they're playing mahjongg, but I won't know unless I break in to their home.
I was walking through the textbook store at State- why didn't I take more classes at Rice?! Animation, foreign languages, design, etc.
HAHA! OH homeless people. What will they come up with next?! I'm dying to find out!
Yeah I'm moving already. Yes, have the year's lease. I won't be moving far from my original room.
For my group project in one class, I'm working with a fatty, an overtly gay man, a bitch, and a blonde. And they all like to drink. And they all want to play King's Cup as we present our project to the class. Oy.
How would an apartment look with the walls painted green?
I keep getting these verbal flashbacks from that night. example: "BORED TO TEARS!" And what the hell was Clare thinking, throwing away all those cigarettes and wasting them? Although they are "gay-ass" Parliaments.
New food site I tried today: Banhwich. Vietnamese sandwiches for $3 or less. I bought two. Total cost of lunch: %5.75. Still have to get dinner. So, if I don't dine in, eating for under $15/day seems manageable. Dine in: $20. My nose seems to be able to pick up scents better, probably to find all these new food locations. Then again, I have to smell all these sweaty, malodorous people standing all around me on the bus. I'm also hearing the clattering of tiles across the street in some upstairs apartment. I think they're playing mahjongg, but I won't know unless I break in to their home.
9.10.2007
ed jew
I'm right outside the library because I didn't know that they closed at 6 PM today.
New sites today: a girl staring at dirt at one of the bus stops along 19th Ave. She squatted there for the longest time. Also, a Toyota Supra Mark II. Neat, except for the fact that the name Tony was stuck onto the front bumper.
Wait A Second! How do YOU know of Korean Pop Sensation, Bi (Rain), B-米?! I don't know about some of his outfits. One of them on the poster at Tofu Village in Chinatown has him sporting a midriff. I'm not sure I, or anybody for that matter, can pull that off nowadays. The last time I saw a midriff was in Pretty Woman or I Dream of Jeanie. We'll see.
Oddly, I can't remember that awful Borders on Holcombe. There's a Borders on Holcombe?!
There's a JuiceBox equivalent, perhaps better, on my street.
So I tried new items yesterday. Ming's Diner. They immediately assumed I could speak Cantonese, so I resorted to ordering it in that language. Fu Zhou Fried Rice, and Snow Vegetable with Pork strips and vermicelli noodles. This whole trying new dishes thing- kind of grossing me out. Those two plates cost 13 dollars altogether, but I underestimated how large the quantities would be. I'm still eating dinner for two, unfortunately, but here, the proportions are so large that I can eat those two orders over two days, essentially limiting my food spending to under 13 dollars. In TWO DAYS. CRAPTASTIC!
Since I can understand Cantonese, I basically understood the entire conversation this Asian man had over his cell phone on the bus. He was arguing with his spouse, I assume, since he was yelling in that tone and saying things along the lines of him working all day and what she does while he's away at work. I had to endure that, from when I got on until I got off, 15-20 minutes later at my stop. I should have just walked home.
I may have developed an interest in Marine Biology. Perhaps I should try out research in this field? It's cold outside. I'm walking back to my apartment.
It's official- I'm moving. This place seems better. The people living there before me had remodeled the place- they have been living there for over 18 years. Although there is this giant crack in the ceiling of the bedroom, the kitchen is separate from the living room, and they may be offering me a garage space. I can finally drive to Ikea, wherever it is, on my own instead of ordering things that I haven't seen online.
I have a tiny crush on my neuro teacher. Brown hair and blue eyes- that's a combination I've never tried before.
New sites today: a girl staring at dirt at one of the bus stops along 19th Ave. She squatted there for the longest time. Also, a Toyota Supra Mark II. Neat, except for the fact that the name Tony was stuck onto the front bumper.
Wait A Second! How do YOU know of Korean Pop Sensation, Bi (Rain), B-米?! I don't know about some of his outfits. One of them on the poster at Tofu Village in Chinatown has him sporting a midriff. I'm not sure I, or anybody for that matter, can pull that off nowadays. The last time I saw a midriff was in Pretty Woman or I Dream of Jeanie. We'll see.
Oddly, I can't remember that awful Borders on Holcombe. There's a Borders on Holcombe?!
There's a JuiceBox equivalent, perhaps better, on my street.
So I tried new items yesterday. Ming's Diner. They immediately assumed I could speak Cantonese, so I resorted to ordering it in that language. Fu Zhou Fried Rice, and Snow Vegetable with Pork strips and vermicelli noodles. This whole trying new dishes thing- kind of grossing me out. Those two plates cost 13 dollars altogether, but I underestimated how large the quantities would be. I'm still eating dinner for two, unfortunately, but here, the proportions are so large that I can eat those two orders over two days, essentially limiting my food spending to under 13 dollars. In TWO DAYS. CRAPTASTIC!
Since I can understand Cantonese, I basically understood the entire conversation this Asian man had over his cell phone on the bus. He was arguing with his spouse, I assume, since he was yelling in that tone and saying things along the lines of him working all day and what she does while he's away at work. I had to endure that, from when I got on until I got off, 15-20 minutes later at my stop. I should have just walked home.
I may have developed an interest in Marine Biology. Perhaps I should try out research in this field? It's cold outside. I'm walking back to my apartment.
It's official- I'm moving. This place seems better. The people living there before me had remodeled the place- they have been living there for over 18 years. Although there is this giant crack in the ceiling of the bedroom, the kitchen is separate from the living room, and they may be offering me a garage space. I can finally drive to Ikea, wherever it is, on my own instead of ordering things that I haven't seen online.
I have a tiny crush on my neuro teacher. Brown hair and blue eyes- that's a combination I've never tried before.
9.09.2007
Xcode
This program takes up 2.9 GB of hard drive space.
What is it about Borders attracting guys that like to take nasty shits in the bathroom? Yesterday, I needed to use the urinal, and on the floor of the stall was this guy in windpants with several sheets of those paper toilet covers on the floor. Today there's another guy who couldn't manage to be polite and stay quiet behind closed doors. Gross. I'm only here to make the most of the internet I have left until sometime this afternoon.
If only I were a financially independent adult by now, I wouldn't feel so bad about purchasing these items "essential to my apartment."
I don't have motor skills at that time in the MORNING. I hallucinate knockings on my door. I thought there was someone at the front door today. Seducing men on the subway instead of the guy right in your lab- I don't know which is riskier.
I don't judge books by the first chapter. I judge them by their covers, just like I judge people. And believe me, this city is plagued with some many VERY UGLY covers.
They play Tom Petty's Anthology and Michael Jackson's Greatest Hits at Borders. Tom Petty somehow reminded me of the good times I had with Krazy Katie. I was also wondering what might have happened if I actually accepted her the night she went psycho all over my room. I may send her a message just to see how she's doing. I'm sure it's been a long enough time to where most emotional attachments have been severed, right? Like quickly ripping off the Band-aid.
Marine Biology, Human retroviruses, and Magic myths and medicine. Choices, choices.
Bed, Bath, and Beyond reasonable walking distance, and beyond reasonable prices for students. The people downstairs offered me a space in the garage since their teenage daughter has flown the coop and doesn't use that port anymore. Mostly nice people in the complex.
Developmental Biology: this part of Biology may have been the reason why I chose Biology over Chemistry. I take Biochemistry, expecting half of each, except I only end up with the two Bio-"chem" classes and Pchem/Orgo. I got gypped.
Why do I get the feeling that I just might adopt a more Asian clothing/hair style by living in the City? I can't stand the hipster style- there's just too many of them in the college alone. It's suffocating. That's why I'm starting with me- the man in the mirror. Change my ways- I may just donate most of my clothes to Goodwill.
What is it about Borders attracting guys that like to take nasty shits in the bathroom? Yesterday, I needed to use the urinal, and on the floor of the stall was this guy in windpants with several sheets of those paper toilet covers on the floor. Today there's another guy who couldn't manage to be polite and stay quiet behind closed doors. Gross. I'm only here to make the most of the internet I have left until sometime this afternoon.
If only I were a financially independent adult by now, I wouldn't feel so bad about purchasing these items "essential to my apartment."
I don't have motor skills at that time in the MORNING. I hallucinate knockings on my door. I thought there was someone at the front door today. Seducing men on the subway instead of the guy right in your lab- I don't know which is riskier.
I don't judge books by the first chapter. I judge them by their covers, just like I judge people. And believe me, this city is plagued with some many VERY UGLY covers.
They play Tom Petty's Anthology and Michael Jackson's Greatest Hits at Borders. Tom Petty somehow reminded me of the good times I had with Krazy Katie. I was also wondering what might have happened if I actually accepted her the night she went psycho all over my room. I may send her a message just to see how she's doing. I'm sure it's been a long enough time to where most emotional attachments have been severed, right? Like quickly ripping off the Band-aid.
Marine Biology, Human retroviruses, and Magic myths and medicine. Choices, choices.
Bed, Bath, and Beyond reasonable walking distance, and beyond reasonable prices for students. The people downstairs offered me a space in the garage since their teenage daughter has flown the coop and doesn't use that port anymore. Mostly nice people in the complex.
Developmental Biology: this part of Biology may have been the reason why I chose Biology over Chemistry. I take Biochemistry, expecting half of each, except I only end up with the two Bio-"chem" classes and Pchem/Orgo. I got gypped.
Why do I get the feeling that I just might adopt a more Asian clothing/hair style by living in the City? I can't stand the hipster style- there's just too many of them in the college alone. It's suffocating. That's why I'm starting with me- the man in the mirror. Change my ways- I may just donate most of my clothes to Goodwill.
9.08.2007
book club
My download speed at the library reduced to 5 kb/s. I'm not at Borders, paying 10 dollars- less than half of what DSl would cost each month- for 24 hours of access on the floor of the cooking section. At least the d/l rate now is 175 kb/s, so instead of wasting 5 hours at the library, I could MAYBE get this file done in 1.5 hours. Jesus.
Guess I'll read more Devo until then. The Borders logo- with the red underline and black text- tolerable compared to other bookstore logos.
Guess I'll read more Devo until then. The Borders logo- with the red underline and black text- tolerable compared to other bookstore logos.
devo
I set my alarm for 6AM this morning to get an early start in the day, getting all of my studying done before noon. Even though it was early, dawn still had not set. I went back to bed.
Embarrassing moment #1 for today: I had gone back to bed, but sometime around 9AM, there was this ringing. I had thought that maybe my package had arrived at my front door, and the guy needed to be let into the apartment complex. I slide to the end of my air mattress, and try to get up. As soon as I got up, I came crashing down onto the hardwood floor. My right leg was still asleep or had fallen asleep, so I lost all postural control on that side. Being unbalanced, my right side gave in first, falling down onto part of the hardwood floor and part of the bed. I crawled my way to the speaker that would answer to the person at the front door, and pulled myself up onto the dresser. I pulled the switch down and said, "Hello?" Nobody answered.
Then I realized that the person was ACTUALLY right outside my door, ringing the doorbell. So I tried running into my bedroom to grab a pair of pants to put on since I was still in my boxers. My leg still hadn't woken up, so when I tried running into my bedroom, the leg gave way AGAIN, but this time my entire body just crashed onto the air mattress. Not so embarrassing that it happened within the confines of my apartment, away from the public eye, but still embarrassing/awkward.
After having fallen down twice, I managed to get my pajamas on and finally get to my front door. It was my textbook that my cousin that mailed me through USPS.
The wifi at the library is a little too slow in order to download a 1GB file. I may have to try Borders at Stonestown.
Places I've eaten at in the past 5 days: Taipei Restaurant, Irving Cafe & Deli, S&E Cafe, Loi's Vietnamese Restaurant, and The Bay Pastry. All under 10 dollars, sometimes even 5. Probably going to try out another restaurant for dinner tonight.
I get the feeling that this programming class is going to be too simple. The first assignment is just doing a compiling exercise.
Embarrassing moment #1 for today: I had gone back to bed, but sometime around 9AM, there was this ringing. I had thought that maybe my package had arrived at my front door, and the guy needed to be let into the apartment complex. I slide to the end of my air mattress, and try to get up. As soon as I got up, I came crashing down onto the hardwood floor. My right leg was still asleep or had fallen asleep, so I lost all postural control on that side. Being unbalanced, my right side gave in first, falling down onto part of the hardwood floor and part of the bed. I crawled my way to the speaker that would answer to the person at the front door, and pulled myself up onto the dresser. I pulled the switch down and said, "Hello?" Nobody answered.
Then I realized that the person was ACTUALLY right outside my door, ringing the doorbell. So I tried running into my bedroom to grab a pair of pants to put on since I was still in my boxers. My leg still hadn't woken up, so when I tried running into my bedroom, the leg gave way AGAIN, but this time my entire body just crashed onto the air mattress. Not so embarrassing that it happened within the confines of my apartment, away from the public eye, but still embarrassing/awkward.
After having fallen down twice, I managed to get my pajamas on and finally get to my front door. It was my textbook that my cousin that mailed me through USPS.
The wifi at the library is a little too slow in order to download a 1GB file. I may have to try Borders at Stonestown.
Places I've eaten at in the past 5 days: Taipei Restaurant, Irving Cafe & Deli, S&E Cafe, Loi's Vietnamese Restaurant, and The Bay Pastry. All under 10 dollars, sometimes even 5. Probably going to try out another restaurant for dinner tonight.
I get the feeling that this programming class is going to be too simple. The first assignment is just doing a compiling exercise.
9.07.2007
9th and Bryant
Long time no see. B-米！ First of all, would you take hipster parents seriously? Do you see ANY parents nowadays that dress up in tight jeans, casual sneakers, and artificially colored hair?
Yes, more experiments for you, Janey. And you should go for the microscope guy. I highly recommend this torrid affair.
It's convenient that the public library is right outside my door. It's not convenient that they close at 6PM on some days. I don't get internet at my place until next Tuesday, so I'm hopping across internet hot spots along 19th. At least I have a printer to print out the lecture slides, which I've finally managed to download.
I also went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond Reasonable Walking Distance yesterday to get a trashcan, wooden floor cleaner, curtains. Yet somehow we never run into each other. Who needs Drab when I can have a piece of Tennessee that settles well in my stomach? Tennessee Grill- right outside my door. Perhaps I WILL see your new place, and let you see MY new place, since I'll be moving again.
I may have a problem with settling down, getting married and having children, but I don't have a problem with settling down into my apartment, which may not happen since I'm MOVING AGAIN. I'll be in an apartment that Drab and Clare haven't seen yet.
Perhaps the man wasn't homeless, but he definitely looked the part with his unkempt face/hair, raggedy clothes, and pungent odor of one who has not washed for days.
Leigh-ugh: I MAY go. I still haven't settled in, as I am still sleeping on an air mattress (which I don't have a problem with- it's quite comfortable, in fact) and contemplating whether or not to buy a bed and furniture since I could be moving out again. I also have a test the following week.
This Korean guy was having a conversation with a Hispanic guy in my Bio class today. He spilled his coffee onto the floor, the Hispanic guy's jeans and shoe. I almost started laughing out loud, but it wasn't funny enough, at least not like the time the old guy fell onto a trashcan outside Starbucks.
I finally know where the garbage cans are in the complex so that I don't have to continue walking outside and trying to cram trash into the green, public trash bins with the tiny slots. Earlier this week, I took the Russian lady's can of 14 Gefilte fish out to the trash can. I couldn't fit it into the slot vertically, so I turned it sideways. All of a sudden this nasty jelly/liquid starting pouring out of the top of the can since it was already opened, and I pushed it horizontally into the trash as fast as I could. There was jelly on the sidewalk, and my left hand was sticky. Luckily, the sprinklers were on in the park right next to it, so I washed off that nasty grease. What the hell is Gefilte fish?!
I'm trying out TextWrangler, which is supposed to be better for programming than TextEdit? I also have to download this program called Xcode, which is taking me a while since it's almost 1GB in size, and the library probably closes again at 6PM.
Need to find a girlfriend?! What the hell, Jalto?! Do you want a relationship, or do you just have the urge to bone someone soon??
My crushes for people are very fickle. I woke up some day this week with this empty feeling. It wasn't my stomach- I just stopped having crushes for whomever have been on my mind lately.
It's always easy to eat for under $40 dollars a day. Have I been eating for two people at every meal? It seemed liked it, but now I've been trying out at least one new place near my area or down 19th every day this week. Mostly Asian places and one Mexican burrito joint. And I've managed to spend at least half that amount or less (under $20). You may think these places are a bargain, but the meals lack substance. Even if they're not heavy, the order comes with what you wanted but in small proportion to all the white rice piled underneath it.
Talk about eater's paradise. I can't remember the names of the places I've been to- I've kept all the business cards of the restaurants I've eaten at. Who needs a San Francisco Food Lover's Pocket Guide when one can just walk outside and find a place around the corner? I'd rather go the places myself and try out everything. Chinatown's going to be a bitch to go through- the fact that the amount of restaurants per block is so concentrated. No idea how to go about eating everywhere in San Francisco- perhaps just one big sweeping arc with my apartment as the point of origin?
Yes, more experiments for you, Janey. And you should go for the microscope guy. I highly recommend this torrid affair.
It's convenient that the public library is right outside my door. It's not convenient that they close at 6PM on some days. I don't get internet at my place until next Tuesday, so I'm hopping across internet hot spots along 19th. At least I have a printer to print out the lecture slides, which I've finally managed to download.
I also went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond Reasonable Walking Distance yesterday to get a trashcan, wooden floor cleaner, curtains. Yet somehow we never run into each other. Who needs Drab when I can have a piece of Tennessee that settles well in my stomach? Tennessee Grill- right outside my door. Perhaps I WILL see your new place, and let you see MY new place, since I'll be moving again.
I may have a problem with settling down, getting married and having children, but I don't have a problem with settling down into my apartment, which may not happen since I'm MOVING AGAIN. I'll be in an apartment that Drab and Clare haven't seen yet.
Perhaps the man wasn't homeless, but he definitely looked the part with his unkempt face/hair, raggedy clothes, and pungent odor of one who has not washed for days.
Leigh-ugh: I MAY go. I still haven't settled in, as I am still sleeping on an air mattress (which I don't have a problem with- it's quite comfortable, in fact) and contemplating whether or not to buy a bed and furniture since I could be moving out again. I also have a test the following week.
This Korean guy was having a conversation with a Hispanic guy in my Bio class today. He spilled his coffee onto the floor, the Hispanic guy's jeans and shoe. I almost started laughing out loud, but it wasn't funny enough, at least not like the time the old guy fell onto a trashcan outside Starbucks.
I finally know where the garbage cans are in the complex so that I don't have to continue walking outside and trying to cram trash into the green, public trash bins with the tiny slots. Earlier this week, I took the Russian lady's can of 14 Gefilte fish out to the trash can. I couldn't fit it into the slot vertically, so I turned it sideways. All of a sudden this nasty jelly/liquid starting pouring out of the top of the can since it was already opened, and I pushed it horizontally into the trash as fast as I could. There was jelly on the sidewalk, and my left hand was sticky. Luckily, the sprinklers were on in the park right next to it, so I washed off that nasty grease. What the hell is Gefilte fish?!
I'm trying out TextWrangler, which is supposed to be better for programming than TextEdit? I also have to download this program called Xcode, which is taking me a while since it's almost 1GB in size, and the library probably closes again at 6PM.
Need to find a girlfriend?! What the hell, Jalto?! Do you want a relationship, or do you just have the urge to bone someone soon??
My crushes for people are very fickle. I woke up some day this week with this empty feeling. It wasn't my stomach- I just stopped having crushes for whomever have been on my mind lately.
It's always easy to eat for under $40 dollars a day. Have I been eating for two people at every meal? It seemed liked it, but now I've been trying out at least one new place near my area or down 19th every day this week. Mostly Asian places and one Mexican burrito joint. And I've managed to spend at least half that amount or less (under $20). You may think these places are a bargain, but the meals lack substance. Even if they're not heavy, the order comes with what you wanted but in small proportion to all the white rice piled underneath it.
Talk about eater's paradise. I can't remember the names of the places I've been to- I've kept all the business cards of the restaurants I've eaten at. Who needs a San Francisco Food Lover's Pocket Guide when one can just walk outside and find a place around the corner? I'd rather go the places myself and try out everything. Chinatown's going to be a bitch to go through- the fact that the amount of restaurants per block is so concentrated. No idea how to go about eating everywhere in San Francisco- perhaps just one big sweeping arc with my apartment as the point of origin?
9.05.2007
mahalo
Janey: why did your paper get rejected?
New characters seen recently: old crazy homeless man trying to hug poorneel, old asian guy with his fly open and shirt tail popping out of it (perhaps recently laid off?), and a student whose skateboard didn't stop with him- it rolled out onto 19th where several cars rolled over it. One axle became loose, but the board appeared intact. Another day I was walking down 19th, when this man stopped me to ask me what day it was. I gave him a response, and he said something along the lines of "FUCK! That's what drugs do to you." He thought it was the 1st of September that day. I wonder what he was taking that would cause him to be out for 4 days.
So I tried asking Drab for directions. TERRIBLE DIRECTIONS to the Bed, Bath, and Beyond! 9th and Bunker?! I tried looking that up in my NFT. NO Bunker Street! If anything, it crosses Bryant or Brannan. Jesus.
This comp sci class doesn't seem challenging, but I guess I can spend my time learning how to use the Mac Terminal, C programming, and Unix. That would make it 4 classes this semester. I can't believe I'm in school again. Back in May I couldn't wait to graduate. Now I end up back in classes that are overbooked. I probably could have gotten into some interesting ones if I hadn't been searching for an apartment last week, when the first week of classes had already started.
I started reading the Rules of Attraction since I'm probably never going to get around to finishing East of Eden or Children of Hurin. This book- it reminds me of college and grad students. Sex sex sex.
Everybody on campus dresses like a hipster. So for those who would like to eventually get married and have children- do you think they will maintain their current lifestyle?
There's a Dragon Boat Festival on Treasure Island that I'm considering either volunteering or just attending.
What's painful isn't not having internet for a week. It's not having internet when I need it for school papers! GAH!
Treasure Island Music Festival: Modest Mouse, Spoon, and more. $58.50?!
New characters seen recently: old crazy homeless man trying to hug poorneel, old asian guy with his fly open and shirt tail popping out of it (perhaps recently laid off?), and a student whose skateboard didn't stop with him- it rolled out onto 19th where several cars rolled over it. One axle became loose, but the board appeared intact. Another day I was walking down 19th, when this man stopped me to ask me what day it was. I gave him a response, and he said something along the lines of "FUCK! That's what drugs do to you." He thought it was the 1st of September that day. I wonder what he was taking that would cause him to be out for 4 days.
So I tried asking Drab for directions. TERRIBLE DIRECTIONS to the Bed, Bath, and Beyond! 9th and Bunker?! I tried looking that up in my NFT. NO Bunker Street! If anything, it crosses Bryant or Brannan. Jesus.
This comp sci class doesn't seem challenging, but I guess I can spend my time learning how to use the Mac Terminal, C programming, and Unix. That would make it 4 classes this semester. I can't believe I'm in school again. Back in May I couldn't wait to graduate. Now I end up back in classes that are overbooked. I probably could have gotten into some interesting ones if I hadn't been searching for an apartment last week, when the first week of classes had already started.
I started reading the Rules of Attraction since I'm probably never going to get around to finishing East of Eden or Children of Hurin. This book- it reminds me of college and grad students. Sex sex sex.
Everybody on campus dresses like a hipster. So for those who would like to eventually get married and have children- do you think they will maintain their current lifestyle?
There's a Dragon Boat Festival on Treasure Island that I'm considering either volunteering or just attending.
What's painful isn't not having internet for a week. It's not having internet when I need it for school papers! GAH!
Treasure Island Music Festival: Modest Mouse, Spoon, and more. $58.50?!
9.04.2007
kermit
Getting overwhelmed by looking for furniture and supplies for the apartment. At least I don't have to look for an apartment anymore, which was a bitch to begin with in the first place. That, and losing my keys the first day that I got them.
I probably should have told Drab that they sold airbeds at Walgreens as well. Unfurnished sublet, psh. I offer my place for free after much reluctance, and then Drab declines. That ho.
I bought a keychain with Poorneel yesterday along Irving. Leigh-ugh was right- a keychain is VERY useful for holding all my keys together so that instead of losing one, I can lose ALL of them. Haha.
Would it be strange to carry a trashcan on the bus? There isn't one at my place, so I found a couple at the restaurant supply store along Irving (Irving, Irving, Irving- I claim this street as my own.).
My parents want to come visit me during the year. I thought San Francisco would be far enough to where they wouldn't visit me. Guess things never work out as planned.
Devo and Viro today. The devo teacher's pretty interesting; reminds me of a hippie. She does research on Xenopus laevis. Frogs. That would be interesting.
Shopping, bitches. Bye.
I probably should have told Drab that they sold airbeds at Walgreens as well. Unfurnished sublet, psh. I offer my place for free after much reluctance, and then Drab declines. That ho.
I bought a keychain with Poorneel yesterday along Irving. Leigh-ugh was right- a keychain is VERY useful for holding all my keys together so that instead of losing one, I can lose ALL of them. Haha.
Would it be strange to carry a trashcan on the bus? There isn't one at my place, so I found a couple at the restaurant supply store along Irving (Irving, Irving, Irving- I claim this street as my own.).
My parents want to come visit me during the year. I thought San Francisco would be far enough to where they wouldn't visit me. Guess things never work out as planned.
Devo and Viro today. The devo teacher's pretty interesting; reminds me of a hippie. She does research on Xenopus laevis. Frogs. That would be interesting.
Shopping, bitches. Bye.
julius
I could fall in love. -Preschool J.Lo. on the radio at iCafe
Back at iCafe. I didn't know that I had to spend 5 dollars or more to use the internet here. So instead of saving money like I thought I would be eating along Irving, I am eating two lunches. A Vietnamese sandwich and pork cake from the Irving Cafe & Deli, and two donuts and a green apple tea from iCafe. I feel gross.
I had all the things for the ultimate kitchen, and my parents are telling me to relinquish ALL of it to my brother for his apartment in LA.
I think I'll put a cap on the amount of classes I take to 5. 4 bio classes and one programming class teaching MATLAB and C. Interesting? I hope so. 3 MWF classes from 11-2 and 1/2 TR classes at 11 and 630. SO glad I don't have to wake up at 9 like in the summer. At least I won't have to be doing it for a semester like Leigh-ugh.
I had another dream the other night when Poorneel stayed over. He told me that he woke up in the morning because I yelled something out loud in my sleep. The dream included Drab. Again. He was just standing next to me in this dream. That was it. Strange things happen when one lies on an airbed.
I had another dream last night where I was sitting in some class and getting my grade for it. I saw a C- on my report card and started freaking out. Looking at the progress report, I realized that I missed all the in-class quizzes and never turned in assigned papers because I had skipped class so often that I didn't know papers would be assigned in that science class.
Janey: OF COURSE baldness! Except I'm only referring to patterns I-III. I wouldn't prefer to have the rest. Another idea that I'm considering is that long white beard that Asian men have in those series like Condor Heroes. Since most Asian men can grow facial hair on the upper lip and chin, including me, I might just grow it out and touch it frequently to show myself in a constant state of pensiveness. Only when my hair grays, though.
I've had an impulse control disorder since high school, usually induced by high stress. I suppose it's calmed down since then. Maybe if I got help, it could have been treated earlier? Who knows.
Sticky memories- Clare, Drab, and me. The three of us went to Golden Gate Park the other day, and Drab suggested having me as a godfather. At first, I rejected the idea, having no idea what a godfather even does besides Marlon Brando in that movie. Giving this more thought, I've decided to research into what a godparents is. My research was limited to just the Wiki entry. In the non-religious context, the godparents takes responsibility for the child if the parents were ever incapacitated/killed. In a traditional sense, the godparent oversees the godchild's religious education, but it has developed into a modern definition whereby they simply aid the child into becoming a more complete human being. Having learned this, I still reject the idea, as I am not a complete human being.
Age: 25 years. I believe I will be who I want to be by that time. Mature, responsible, motivated, educated, well-dressed, invested in the world and other's lives. Perhaps. If I could at least be responsible, maybe the rest will follow.
Back at iCafe. I didn't know that I had to spend 5 dollars or more to use the internet here. So instead of saving money like I thought I would be eating along Irving, I am eating two lunches. A Vietnamese sandwich and pork cake from the Irving Cafe & Deli, and two donuts and a green apple tea from iCafe. I feel gross.
I had all the things for the ultimate kitchen, and my parents are telling me to relinquish ALL of it to my brother for his apartment in LA.
I think I'll put a cap on the amount of classes I take to 5. 4 bio classes and one programming class teaching MATLAB and C. Interesting? I hope so. 3 MWF classes from 11-2 and 1/2 TR classes at 11 and 630. SO glad I don't have to wake up at 9 like in the summer. At least I won't have to be doing it for a semester like Leigh-ugh.
I had another dream the other night when Poorneel stayed over. He told me that he woke up in the morning because I yelled something out loud in my sleep. The dream included Drab. Again. He was just standing next to me in this dream. That was it. Strange things happen when one lies on an airbed.
I had another dream last night where I was sitting in some class and getting my grade for it. I saw a C- on my report card and started freaking out. Looking at the progress report, I realized that I missed all the in-class quizzes and never turned in assigned papers because I had skipped class so often that I didn't know papers would be assigned in that science class.
Janey: OF COURSE baldness! Except I'm only referring to patterns I-III. I wouldn't prefer to have the rest. Another idea that I'm considering is that long white beard that Asian men have in those series like Condor Heroes. Since most Asian men can grow facial hair on the upper lip and chin, including me, I might just grow it out and touch it frequently to show myself in a constant state of pensiveness. Only when my hair grays, though.
I've had an impulse control disorder since high school, usually induced by high stress. I suppose it's calmed down since then. Maybe if I got help, it could have been treated earlier? Who knows.
Sticky memories- Clare, Drab, and me. The three of us went to Golden Gate Park the other day, and Drab suggested having me as a godfather. At first, I rejected the idea, having no idea what a godfather even does besides Marlon Brando in that movie. Giving this more thought, I've decided to research into what a godparents is. My research was limited to just the Wiki entry. In the non-religious context, the godparents takes responsibility for the child if the parents were ever incapacitated/killed. In a traditional sense, the godparent oversees the godchild's religious education, but it has developed into a modern definition whereby they simply aid the child into becoming a more complete human being. Having learned this, I still reject the idea, as I am not a complete human being.
Age: 25 years. I believe I will be who I want to be by that time. Mature, responsible, motivated, educated, well-dressed, invested in the world and other's lives. Perhaps. If I could at least be responsible, maybe the rest will follow.
9.03.2007
he sleeps
but not in MY bed!
I won't miss the way that you kissed me. Tis a shame I do not have my pretty woman DVD. I remember watching that movie as a kid. It was just lying on top of the VCR. Is that an appropriate movie to watch with your parents? It's no Mysterious Skin or Shortbus, but stil.
I feel good today. Because it's cloudy? Because I'm listening to 80s music? Because I'm getting spots in classes? No clue.
I didn't order any food here. Poorneel and I went to Happy Donut.
Somehow Sirens of Titan ended up with me in my apartment. I thought I had gotten rid of that book by shipping it downtown. Ugh.
Getting ideas about what to put in which nook in my apartment. Perhaps I can just split up my personalities into each closet/alcove. Canvas and easel for my initial manga sketches. I finally found the cd in one of my suitcases that was sitting in Clare's trunk for two weeks.
I'd like to believe I'm balanced now and that I can balance my life- school, extracurriculars, fun. Give it a year and see. I'm going to return to cooking part-time. Continue perfecting Chinese cuisine along with trying out French technique. Somehow I detest the thought of fusion food.
How exactly can a limo travel through the hills of San Francisco without getting beached? Drive down/up it at 60 mph?
The process of going bald is intriguing. There's certain patterns in which the hairline recedes that I wouldn't mind having.
I won't miss the way that you kissed me. Tis a shame I do not have my pretty woman DVD. I remember watching that movie as a kid. It was just lying on top of the VCR. Is that an appropriate movie to watch with your parents? It's no Mysterious Skin or Shortbus, but stil.
I feel good today. Because it's cloudy? Because I'm listening to 80s music? Because I'm getting spots in classes? No clue.
I didn't order any food here. Poorneel and I went to Happy Donut.
Somehow Sirens of Titan ended up with me in my apartment. I thought I had gotten rid of that book by shipping it downtown. Ugh.
Getting ideas about what to put in which nook in my apartment. Perhaps I can just split up my personalities into each closet/alcove. Canvas and easel for my initial manga sketches. I finally found the cd in one of my suitcases that was sitting in Clare's trunk for two weeks.
I'd like to believe I'm balanced now and that I can balance my life- school, extracurriculars, fun. Give it a year and see. I'm going to return to cooking part-time. Continue perfecting Chinese cuisine along with trying out French technique. Somehow I detest the thought of fusion food.
How exactly can a limo travel through the hills of San Francisco without getting beached? Drive down/up it at 60 mph?
The process of going bald is intriguing. There's certain patterns in which the hairline recedes that I wouldn't mind having.
go west
King of Wishful Thinking: "I'll get over you, I know I will." I googled this song since they just played it at iCafe on Irving, and I was trying to figure out which movie it could have been in. Pretty Woman. Of course. The music video's hilarious- white men dancing. I have NO idea what's going on in the music video. Then I wiki-ed them. 1980s British pop band?! hot. Then maybe I can fool myself.
So I'm the student again. I may look into other things- assisted living, volunteering, tai chi in the park, drawing.
In terms of ridiculousness, YOU, clare, were most ridiculous the other night. I'll be sure to watch how much you drink during those nights. Or punch you in the face.
OF COURSE we're BFFs, Leigh-ugh. Haha. It was odd last night since I was actually talking to you while Poorneel was trying to sleep in the room.
So Drab no longer has to stay at my place and look for a place to stay. Half-relieved, half-I-don't-know?
Obfuscate.
So I'm the student again. I may look into other things- assisted living, volunteering, tai chi in the park, drawing.
In terms of ridiculousness, YOU, clare, were most ridiculous the other night. I'll be sure to watch how much you drink during those nights. Or punch you in the face.
OF COURSE we're BFFs, Leigh-ugh. Haha. It was odd last night since I was actually talking to you while Poorneel was trying to sleep in the room.
So Drab no longer has to stay at my place and look for a place to stay. Half-relieved, half-I-don't-know?
Obfuscate.
9.02.2007
faye
I'm listening to Chinese music. It always cheers me up, especially when I'm trying to forget many things that happened yesterday.
I woke up after 4 hours of sleep, and yet I'm wide awake.
I've tried setting up DSL online at this cafe. It's harder than I thought it would be. I'm sure the previous tenant took out her phone line, so I have to establish a phone line before getting wireless internet.
People that I think I met last night: Becca, Ted, Bob.
I finally found a pair of scissors so that I could cut open my air mattress box. Then I realize that I have to charge the inflater for 12 hours before actually using it.
uh huh. Whatever Drab. It's ok, I already know you're a bad kisser, so I wouldn't have done anything.
Maybe I'll head out somewhere else. Been stuck here at Kaleo since my last post, charging my iPod, trying to order furniture, internet, etc.
Tomorrow's Labor Day. I just might do nothing today except listen to music on my empty living room floow. My getaway from the crowds and people in the city. The other tenants are really nice people. I've already met about 4 or 5 between last night and this morning.
Clare advises that I should do somebody a favor now that he's housed me for two weeks. He says that I should pass it on to the next person in need of a place to stay. I try to avoid this idea, yet things like the movie "Pay it Forward" popped up in front of my face at the Rasputin music store. That, and Leigh-ugh throwing suggestions to me over the phone for a certain homeless fellow. Ohhhh.
What is it with being around certain groups of people? A wave of emotion that causes mental and emotional instability. Hmm, I can see why Clare might have perceived me as crying when I held my hands against my eyes. Somehow, applying pressure on these organs may cause watering of the eyes.
Social clock. A time expected of us to marry and have children. Ticking? There was a time when I would have been satisfied with something so simple. A wife and three kids, at least a boy and girl. Maybe I'm never satisfied because I expect more/too much.
I woke up after 4 hours of sleep, and yet I'm wide awake.
I've tried setting up DSL online at this cafe. It's harder than I thought it would be. I'm sure the previous tenant took out her phone line, so I have to establish a phone line before getting wireless internet.
People that I think I met last night: Becca, Ted, Bob.
I finally found a pair of scissors so that I could cut open my air mattress box. Then I realize that I have to charge the inflater for 12 hours before actually using it.
uh huh. Whatever Drab. It's ok, I already know you're a bad kisser, so I wouldn't have done anything.
Maybe I'll head out somewhere else. Been stuck here at Kaleo since my last post, charging my iPod, trying to order furniture, internet, etc.
Tomorrow's Labor Day. I just might do nothing today except listen to music on my empty living room floow. My getaway from the crowds and people in the city. The other tenants are really nice people. I've already met about 4 or 5 between last night and this morning.
Clare advises that I should do somebody a favor now that he's housed me for two weeks. He says that I should pass it on to the next person in need of a place to stay. I try to avoid this idea, yet things like the movie "Pay it Forward" popped up in front of my face at the Rasputin music store. That, and Leigh-ugh throwing suggestions to me over the phone for a certain homeless fellow. Ohhhh.
What is it with being around certain groups of people? A wave of emotion that causes mental and emotional instability. Hmm, I can see why Clare might have perceived me as crying when I held my hands against my eyes. Somehow, applying pressure on these organs may cause watering of the eyes.
Social clock. A time expected of us to marry and have children. Ticking? There was a time when I would have been satisfied with something so simple. A wife and three kids, at least a boy and girl. Maybe I'm never satisfied because I expect more/too much.
kaleo cafe
So I'm here mooching off their free wireless, or at least I think I'm using THEIR wireless on Irving.
Yesterday. Jesus Christ. I'm just going to list off the events leading to the apocalypse.
Pho place for lunch. I tried a new bowl. Something with seafood. Okay at best.
Met Drab at the Food Emporium. He and clare basked in cream-filled pastries. Cream was all over their faces.
Moving in. Clare helped. Drab also knows where I live now since he also helped. I don't know what to do with all that space. There's more than I thought there was now that the old Russian lady moved out.
Dinner at 8 Immortals. THOUSAND PAN-FRIED DRAGONS! We didn't have that dish. Mixed vegetables (so-so), chicken with black bean sauce (undercooked chicken), and lamb with dried bean curd in a clay pot (the sauce that came with it was good- I have an affinity for preserved bean curd).
Watching the Cal/UT game at Dragon Lounge. The bartender wasn't that attractive. I don't think the Guiness was that attractive to my taste buds either.
"Pub crawling" with Drab's random neuro friends in Mission. By pub crawl, we only went to two bars. Other than the fact that most of them weren't too friendly and were too busy fondling each other, I had fun because of the vodka and red bull. What is it about grad students and incest. It's like an episode of Grey's Anatomy where everybody's desperately trying to sleep with each other, except that this time the conversation is paced too rapidly since it's a dash to the finish line to get laid by the end of the night.
What I remember people saying during the night:
"Let's make out." ~Drab
"We're best friends!" ~Leigh-ugh
"We missed the fucking cab!" ~Clare
I lost my apartment key. This morning, I also realized I lost my monthly MUNI pass. I slept on the floor instead of my airbed since it took so long for the locksmith to get us in. At least the doorknob keyhole isn't so gimpy now. I'll have to sleep on a queen airmattress until I furnish my room. I'm thinking of just renting for the year. I don't want to deal with moving by the end of the year.
I'm trying out a green tea chai latter and breakfast croissant at Kaleo Cafe. Hawaiian-themed, they have free wireless so that I can order internet at my place.
Yesterday. Jesus Christ. I'm just going to list off the events leading to the apocalypse.
Pho place for lunch. I tried a new bowl. Something with seafood. Okay at best.
Met Drab at the Food Emporium. He and clare basked in cream-filled pastries. Cream was all over their faces.
Moving in. Clare helped. Drab also knows where I live now since he also helped. I don't know what to do with all that space. There's more than I thought there was now that the old Russian lady moved out.
Dinner at 8 Immortals. THOUSAND PAN-FRIED DRAGONS! We didn't have that dish. Mixed vegetables (so-so), chicken with black bean sauce (undercooked chicken), and lamb with dried bean curd in a clay pot (the sauce that came with it was good- I have an affinity for preserved bean curd).
Watching the Cal/UT game at Dragon Lounge. The bartender wasn't that attractive. I don't think the Guiness was that attractive to my taste buds either.
"Pub crawling" with Drab's random neuro friends in Mission. By pub crawl, we only went to two bars. Other than the fact that most of them weren't too friendly and were too busy fondling each other, I had fun because of the vodka and red bull. What is it about grad students and incest. It's like an episode of Grey's Anatomy where everybody's desperately trying to sleep with each other, except that this time the conversation is paced too rapidly since it's a dash to the finish line to get laid by the end of the night.
What I remember people saying during the night:
"Let's make out." ~Drab
"We're best friends!" ~Leigh-ugh
"We missed the fucking cab!" ~Clare
I lost my apartment key. This morning, I also realized I lost my monthly MUNI pass. I slept on the floor instead of my airbed since it took so long for the locksmith to get us in. At least the doorknob keyhole isn't so gimpy now. I'll have to sleep on a queen airmattress until I furnish my room. I'm thinking of just renting for the year. I don't want to deal with moving by the end of the year.
I'm trying out a green tea chai latter and breakfast croissant at Kaleo Cafe. Hawaiian-themed, they have free wireless so that I can order internet at my place.
9.01.2007
style name
new characters: teenage bimbo asian girls, a woman with a backpack housing a dog, bikers pestering a cab driver, and megara.
Leigh-ugh knows what I'm doing tomorrow. So does Drab-ugh.
In my attempt to escape dinner with Drab, I managed to take myself directly to the heart of the problem by taking the wrong train.
I quickly walk down the stairs in the station to take the fastest train out of the town, and I end up walking into the outbound train. I don't realize that I'm on the wrong train until I see Deboce Park outside the window.
I had the pleasure of being the third wheel on this mexican roadtrip with Drab and Megara. What to say, hmm. haha. IMHO. In my humble opinion. No. In my honest opinion. Honestly?
I may be falling for someone. We've been going out for only a couple of months. It's just too fast. This city. I can't get too attached.
I bought another book and a movie today. Should be the last of my book purchases. I'm only allowing myself to spend 5-600 dollars a month on food, etc. In the spirit of a semi-independent, non-grad student kind of budgeting on a grad student's stipend.
Leigh-ugh knows what I'm doing tomorrow. So does Drab-ugh.
In my attempt to escape dinner with Drab, I managed to take myself directly to the heart of the problem by taking the wrong train.
I quickly walk down the stairs in the station to take the fastest train out of the town, and I end up walking into the outbound train. I don't realize that I'm on the wrong train until I see Deboce Park outside the window.
I had the pleasure of being the third wheel on this mexican roadtrip with Drab and Megara. What to say, hmm. haha. IMHO. In my humble opinion. No. In my honest opinion. Honestly?
I may be falling for someone. We've been going out for only a couple of months. It's just too fast. This city. I can't get too attached.
I bought another book and a movie today. Should be the last of my book purchases. I'm only allowing myself to spend 5-600 dollars a month on food, etc. In the spirit of a semi-independent, non-grad student kind of budgeting on a grad student's stipend.
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