oryzias latipes

Given a picture of a hyena with this shaft sticking out between its hind legs, would you guess a male or female? Jeez, talk about huge clits.

Compulsive eating- ate the entire bag of hot funyuns last night. Considered a bucket of KFC today, but resisting the temptation. For now.

My professor noticed me as I walked past him on campus. He smiled. That must mean he knows who I am. That must mean he knows that I'm the one sleeping in his class all the time!

This nurse at the on-campus clinic really doesn't know how to give a TB test. I'm bleeding internally because of her. And I actually stared at the whole process this time- I usually just turn away so that I would perceive less pain from the needle. Not sure why I do this, because my mom always had a bag of syringes and stuck them in me when I was sick. Anyway, the only odd part was watching how much liquid she would draw into the syringe, before squirting it out of the needle. Then she describes what she's doing to me, in graphic detail. She's going to stretch my skin so that it's thin. She's going to pull my skin up and inject the liquid into the superficial layer, forming a bubble. And I was watching her poke through my skin a little, pull up my skin about a centimeter off the surface, and squirt the clear liquid in. She didn't even bother to give me one of those tiny circular band-aids.

Filling out more applications. It never ends. Paperwork.

Talked to Liesel yesterday- she seems to be doing well. Stuck with 3 more years of math grad school.

apotrope

Bisexual superhero, huh? They have been putting a lot of sex into comics these days. What?! Oxygen?! That would be a terrible demographic to target.

Sex. Everyone's drama. Either it's sex, or the opposite sex, or not getting enough sex. OY OY!

Even though my brother is coming to visit, and making me plan his itinerary for him, he's taking me out to an expensive restaurant! At first I was thinking recommendations from SF City Dish, but then he capped it at $50. That's not even worth 50 pieces of sushi, unless I were eating at Todai, but who does that??

I hope I chose the right people to do my letters. Being told what they're going to write- so much for confidentiality.

For the first time in ages, I felt lost at the supermarket. I was just standing in an aisle, not knowing what I want to eat.

kain ein horeh

Would it be wrong to pretend to be bisexual in order to help others? What free clinic chooses volunteers based on sexual orientation?!

My new love: the nature.com website. Not even for the content- I just like staring at it. Superficial. Oh well.

Turned in an application for a job. Going to submit my internship application later in the week. Turning in volunteer applications for an acupuncture clinic and memory-related center tomorrow. If I wake up on time. So what's left? I guess writing some semblance of a personal statement.

But I don't know what the prompt is! Netscape, Firefox, Safari, Opera. NONE of them work on my computer!!!

I ran into Drab 2.0 twice today. The first time, he ignored me. Asshole. His qualities always remind me of outdated Drab 1.0. Second time I saw him was at the pre-health office. Peer advisor?!

Poorneel will be visiting me in the foggy city! I wonder if there's a techno club in town- glow sticks, fog, strobe lights.

Crap. There's a party this weekend, isn't there? Here's where my econ degree could come in handy: cost-benefit analysis of partying with Drab on the weekend.

The reasoning and sound judgment area of my brain malfunctioned today- I toyed with the thought of buying a pair of skinny jeans- it may just look better with casual sneakers. AHHH!!!

ampoules

Maybe there's a biological explanation for people getting emotional with age. At least I'd like to think that. My eyes start watering from reading the NY*- it was an article about practicing dentistry in Alaska.

People dropping out of classes at the last minute- it irritates me when people are part of my group and do that. Then again, I did that to Janey, haha. SO I've learned a life lesson. Jeez. Always commit, never quit, finish what you started, that kind of cheesy wisdom.

So I have a test. And I'm blogging. Wasting valuable time that could be spent studying. But instead I'm thinking of when I should eat the natural peanut butter, flax seed, and mango jelly sandwich in my fridge. That's all part of the new diet- timing meals so that your portions aren't large at each sitting, starving just a little between sessions so that you don't need to build up fat and store energy. It's terrible- end of story.

My mom called me- from the way she sounded on the phone, it seems she wants me to go to Europe with them over the summer. Saying it could be our last vacation together before I... well, first I need to figure out how to finish that sentence.

Hot cheetos + funyuns = hot funyun. Taste great separate, so they should taste even better combined, yes?

Talking to Isle over scrabulous- infrequent, punctual, candid. I like. Moreso than the failed cyber sex. Even my online sexual relations fail. Not surprised.

Trying to study for this microbio test- where does my mind wander off to? Indie music. UGHHH!!! What has this town done to me?!?

rauschenberg

Finding it very hard not to believe in coincidences.

Albion. I thought that street sounded familiar, so I looked it up. Craigslist recently posted volunteer opportunities at their Chicken Soup Clinic. I started rummaging through my volunteer applications to locate the address of the place I was thinking about attending, and then google-mapped it.

The chances of the event in the previous post happening- UGH!!! 0.2 miles apart?!?! I'm going to need garlic, holy water, and a lot of wooden stakes.

On that note, I'm going grocery shopping.

Oh, I almost forgot- Tina Fey has been taken off the loves of my life list. Baby Mama- fraught with emotion, lacking in comedy. Gross! I probably should have gone and seen Smart People instead. I might actually see that later this week.

jing jang jong

If you ever decide to surf torrent websites, it's not surprising to see that the amount of people stealing/sharing porn vastly outnumbers those that are trading movies, music, or games.

Dim sum at Tong, with Drab: not yet confident enough in his instincts to choose a quality Asian restaurant, so he leaves the decision to me, the hermit who doesn't leave his cave except for science and math. I only picked the place next to the nicer one because they supposedly served plates that were $1.88 each. I probably should have read the Chinese characters- it probably just meant that during the weekdays they offer dishes at that price. 叉烧包，虾饺，烧卖，粉果，排骨，奶黄包，芒果，虾员，芋角， 煎堆，芒果布丁. $14 each. Somehow I thought it would be cheaper. Any complaints about Drab... I don't have any. Lunch with Drab, was fine. Food: B.

No complaints?! Lunch was fine?! Where am I going to find material for my blog??? A meal with Drab went smoothly?! I must be coming down with something. Even the shirt, with the dulled color pattern, seemed to blend well on the brown base. UGH, what's going on?!?!

And listening to the same music! And if I had submitted my application last semester to volunteer at that acupuncture clinic, we might have crossed paths?! GaH, what would I have done in that situation if I walked in to massage a patient only to find that it was Drab lying there?? Upon entering, I probably would have screamed, "Fuck!" or, "You have GOT to be kidding me!"

I took the 2 bus line after dim sum, and it just so happened that the bus caught up to Drab as he was rounding the corner to Clement. All I could think was please don't get on, please don't get on, please don't get on, like trying to manipulate those paths of fate in Donny Darko, to avoid dealing with the awkward situation of being reunited. I probably should have told Drab to pick up some Indo Mie since the supermarket selling it was just right down the street.

fulk fitzwarin

just thinking about writing my personal statement is wracking my brains.

FINALLY studying for my midterm, which I could have started Sunday. What have I been doing all week? Sleeping, skipping classes, being called crazy. Hope I don't study too much and forget to wake up for dim sum with Drab tomorrow.

Very split right now on where to go from here. Even though the advisor was very blunt with me, I was enamored by such direct accusations. I heart brutal honesty- it really does help me to reflect on who I am, my true intentions, reevaluate perspectives.

The world is getting too small- the girl in my last class of the day went to high school with someone who worked with me at the LRC.

wife for a hat

Well, I didn't really know the exact details of the dedication until Leigh-ugh mentioned it to me at some dinner, and even then, I had no idea of the exact date. It just happened that I was visiting family for spring break. Ah yes, lab. I do miss being there. Bitch of the bench. That same premed advisor told me that maybe I should pursue a Q-linary education. Or how did he pronounce it? COO-linary instead of CULL-inary. What region of the U.S. brings up that kind of pronunciation?

Oh yes, and research. He thinks I'm more Ph.D. than M.D. material. His observations were pretty similar to Clare's comment last time. About me being wishy-washy, not about seeking psychotherapy. Where can I find a decent psychotherapist in SF? Isn't that Freud's field of work? OF COURSE I wouldn't mind paying to talk to a random stranger who's only sitting there to judge me! I throw them cash; they lend me their ears. It would be even more of a bargain if I got to keep them.

I keep wondering why I chose to go to SF for the year. Mostly it was compulsive. What happened to obsessive?

Met a girl from UCLA today. Nice. Pre-dental. Hipster glasses.

välkommen

Persepolis, Jeff Buckley. Why are these words floating around in my head? Need to attach this memory to the right persons.

Baby Mama, Smart People. Where?

There's something cute about a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Mormon girl from Utah who can dance and is now trying to sing country music with a drawl/twang. So I have weird crushes.

Why do you want to become a doctor?

Went to the premed advisor. His advice? Seek a psycho-the-rapist.

OKAY something I thought I would NEVER hear in SF: someone blaring Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" from their car as they drive down my street.

blind willow

Is it nerdy that I gush over the nature.com website every time I surf it? Just a little?

Blonde white guys with red facial hair freak me out like circus clowns freak out other people.

Apartment searching AGAIN is a bitch. Good thing I'm starting months ahead of time, unlike when I started right as school started, staying over at the Claremont until I signed at the last minute. My price range is definitely WAY under 1000 this time, but STILL a studio/single. I hate people!!! Kidding?

I wouldn't mind working at a restaurant with a weird name just to have that added to my resume. krust, cake monkey, wokcano, burning bonzai.

Avocados- just as annoying as the banana even if both are high in potassium(?). You have to leave both out and let them ripe, and there's this window of opportunity where they're perfect, but if you eat them a day later they're too mushy and brown, whereas if you eat them a day too early they're firm, furry, and too mild.

More goals for the year of the rat: read one article in each of my vienna smart folders (medical blogs, science blogs, food blogs, ucsf blogs), and one article off the nature/nejm/ny* websites. Problem is, I found several books at the campus store that I'd like to read over the summer.

nyheter

TOTAL ATHLETIC CONDITIONING! I feel like I always have to say that with a booming voice because it sounds unbelievable to begin with.

Things sinking in from previous conversations: "Why don't we hang out as much?"

Multiple reasons, I guess. A combination of events that lead to unexpected results.

How long did it take me before I finally called volunteer departments around the city? About three months. I'm proactive about most things (well, food mainly); I get what I want, when I want it.

It takes me a week to think about calling Drab to ask him to dim sum. I think of all these cute sayings I could use, such as "Come eat with me or I'll burn your jacket to ashes." It takes me another week to muster the courage to call. And then the birthday message. And then the floods. And then sleeping through the next day. And then the processing of thought and action are reset.

I don't know. Today I start laughing just by looking up at my ceiling from my bed. I'm easily entertained... but I GUESS I should go out, to make me more human of a being. Sigh.

Those times during my childhood when I thought my heart was beating out of pure joy for fast food were really just my heart palpitating rapidly to pump more blood across clogged arteries. I'm swearing off fast food FOREVER. Unless a new product comes along, like those calzone pockets, or the new spinach artichoke chicken flavor lean pockets.

heisskalter engel

If you can't remember something so simple as a date, then how can you remember anything else? What are friends if the memories don't stay? Where do the memories go if the friend passes away? Do the memories fade with them?

Random memory popping up last week: I finally remember Ray talking about the depths of despair. Haha! I would always tell her to quit bellyaching. Oh yeah, and her calling people fuckheads left and right.

One surprising thing at the dedication was that Dr. Foreman remembered my name; I don't think I've ever had a prolonged conversation with him. Nice guy, though. Jewish guy with blue eyes. He must not be a pure-blood. Muggle!

So much for being proactive. UCSF is booked with volunteers. Ho-bags.

I'm getting too giddy about volunteering at Cal Pac. There's so many things I could do here instead of at TMC.

Made another friend today. She's more attractive than the last time I saw her when we had to meet up and talk about the project.

That nice feeling you get when an epiphany hits- how does one extend the duration of that moment, that clarity of mind? I'd like to know.

pierino como

You know how some women can have multiple orgasms? Well I've been having multiple dreams within each night. So not related at all. Only ones I remember right now:

Two days ago, I had this dream that Poorneel wanted to room with me in LA. Later in the day when I was awake, he told me that he was living on campus instead.

Last night, I had this dream that I was being buried alive. As all this dirt was piling up on me, the first person I thought about/wanted to talk to before I died? Drab. God I hate that boy. Taking my tears, and now taking my final thoughts/words; greedy Greedy GREEDY!

I went to McDonald's to see what I had been missing out on since beginning this nutritional restriction a.k.a. diet. Here's what I had: double quarter pounder with cheese combo (large), double cheeseburger, 10 piece chicken mcnuggets, and fries. That equals 65 g fat (30 saturated, 4 trans), 235 mg cholesterol, 2530 mg sodium, 73 g protein, and 16 g sugar, NOT counting the chicken nuggets, fries, and drink- none of them had nutrition labels on them.

Upon looking at these numbers, I felt ugly. I haven't felt this ugly since getting second place in that beauty contest and winning only $10.

cytokine storm

I knew my friend was in a relationship, but I did not know that he's in a relationship with a 38-year old man, 15 years his senior and about a foot taller than him. I don't think he's the bottom either. VERY odd dynamic.

Microbiology was actually interesting today- we were talking about viruses instead of bacteria. In particular, the 1918 flu epidemic.

More hipster observations: hipsters fear grass. I postulate it's because they fear getting grass stains all over their street sneakers.

Don't panic.

Happy Birthday, Monsieur MattPatt.

I am craving le Big Mac. Eating with "nutritionally-dense" in mind is excruciatingly painful.

dino crocetti

Now that the hole and mouse are dealt with, my apartment seems twice as warm. Battle scars- burn on my knuckle, singed left hand.

I didn't think the "Lamb Bombs" would be good, but they're actually not that bad. They were supposed to be beef bombs, but I decided to have lamb this week instead. The thing about eating something called Beef Bombs is that you worry when they'll actually explode. Hopefully not during class- god that would be embarrassing.

1 lb. ground meat, kernel corn, yellow onion, parsley, egg white, wheat germ, black pepper, and tomato/pasta sauce. Mix all this, get 4 bell peppers and cut off the tops/get rid of the seeds so that the inside is hollow. Rub the outsides with some olive oil and bake them in a pan with 1/4 of an inch of water for 10 minutes at 425. Take them out, stuff the peppers with the mix, and cook for half an hour at 350. Prepare a mix of horseradish and tomato sauce, and put it on top, cooking them for another 15 minutes. Very juicy

I would do it differently next time by not using as much corn and probably mixing the tomato/horseradish sauce into the meat mixture instead of topping off the peppers with it.

Flashback- game of Cranium at the girls' house. I really don't know how I got Downtown from Drab's humming. He was off-key, my response was off-key.

Looking for other things to do besides class this summer, I had applied to a part-time job at a cafe. The only problem with this is that after not responding for a few days, I finally get an email from him that reads: "Want to talk There will be money." Creepy?

Thinking about taking the MCAT again. Don't like settling if I know I can do better.

le freak

Remember in the previous posts where my personality flaws were exposed on that test, saying that I need to exert myself into hanging out with people?

Well I have.

And what do I get for getting OUT of the house and putting myself OUT there?

A mouse IN the apartment.

UGH!!!!

So what do I do in this situation? Solve it like I solve every other problem in life.

With duct tape.

And, uh, alcohol.

l'amour est bleu

I'm surprisingly very productive at night. At least I was until I decided to start blogging.

I know I eat somewhat more than the average omnivore, but I use much less toilet paper than I expect. I purchased a 16-pack of toilet paper last September, and I think I've only used 5/6 of the rolls since then.

Besides distractions from this blog, I was searching for potential summer classes to take, hoping a few Chinese/Spanish classes would be available. Nope. What's available? Sex! Sex classes. UGH! Human sexuality, Coming out, History of Love/Sexuality, Development of Male/Femaleness, etc. I could always try out the acting workshop, archeology, or ceramics.

For a microbiology class, this problem set is annoyingly heavily based in genetics.

blaue blume

Friday night- my first night out on the town in a while.

My other new goal for the year is to get trashed at least once to the point where I don't remember anything from that night. Hmm, at least is suggesting that I want to do this more than once. Hopefully one time will be enough.

Learning American history through music. Going through music from the 50s to now- I supposed I've knocked out half of it since I'm an 80s fan and grew up in the 90s. Going back to the 50s, 60s, 70s- there's a couple nice French songs, about how love sucks, naturally. There's even a number one hit that was Japanese back in the day. I think the song was "Sukiyaki."

Ah right. Friday night.

Clare called me while I was in the bathroom at the mall, where the theater is located. My butt was vibrating the entire time while I was trying to finish. I had a feeling that Clare invited Drab to come see the movie as well; my suspicions were confirmed once Clare decided to inform me at the last minute of Drab's attendance.

The movie- sexual innuendos thrown all over the place. How dare Wong Kar Wai make food sexual. Even if those were lacking, casting Norah Jones as the lead actress was a large mistake on WKW's part. Maybe the name was misconstrued through the translation. Let's hope so. Terrible!

During the movie- Drab/Flab had decided to bear my fangs and sit next to me instead of Clare. So what did I have to endure? Drab still being fidgety. His foot tapping against my leg, his arm grazing mine on the armrest, his head leaning in my direction. On top of that, I smelled something funky coming out of his mouth when he started eating his hot dog- Clare and I found out later that it was alcohol. Scratching his head, rubbing his eye, running his fingers through his hair right next to me. Something was also amiss with his hair. Even though it was cut, it looked like someone had done a poor job, as the back was lopsided and the sides uneven. Again, later discovering under bright lights that my suspicions were true. Megara had cut it. Asking if I were still mad; his blue contacts and fake Swedish ancestry can't fool me. "... we can click tiles."- in reference to Mahjong. He must have a book of these quips hidden somewhere. I don't know HOW someone can consistently use phrases that create an uncomfortable, flirty, awkward situation. Ugh, I'm supposed to be mad. Ruining my momentum. I don't forgive that easily.

At least I wish I didn't.

Bonfire of the Vanities- Drab's friend Yawn was having some party on the beach in the park, so I had acceded to going with Clare and Drab. I finally had met Yawn/Jan Brady, my supposed replacement/substitution for Drab. Impressions? Well, he was nice when he introduced himself. Hipster glasses, hipster shoes, jeans that didn't flatter, a fat ass, and not as attractive as what I expected my replacement to look like. In addition, stories of him at the lab suggest that he constantly seeks attention. His (words used to convey jokes)/(successful jokes) ratio was large, which made me feel like replacing him with B－米 in some instances (although B speaks to quickly for me to count the words to calculate the funny ratio, so this study may be biased). That, and I got this weird feeling that he's whitewashed (therefore hard to believe that he's from Hong Kong) and uncomfortable with the presence of other Asians since it might throw off the previous dynamic where he was the unique Asian guy in the group. So all in all, I really don't see how Drab thinks he can replace me with this character. I bet it's just because he's Asian. Racist.

Then again, it's a first impression. Things may change. For better or worse. In either case, he's entertaining to an extent.

Sparky's. 24-hour "diner." Full of hipster staff, and one hipster black man with very short jean-shorts. Order? Tuna sandwich and hash browns. I asked the waiter if they served tator tots, and he had to ask what it was. Some things I miss about Texas... Anywho, the food tasted really good. But then I got sober. C+. I told Drab that Janey thinks I have too high standards for him. He had the nerve to agree.

After having talked to Clare and Drab, I had some introspection. Here's the conclusions that I've reached:

-Expect NOTHING from your friends/have low-to-no standards for them.
-Friends are those within physical contact. Long-distance friendships are inconvenient and therefore meaningless.
-I come across as angry when I answer phone calls, explaining why people are afraid to call me/stopped calling me, therefore explaining why we don't hang out as much lately (maybe...).
-I'll have more in the next entry. I'm supposed to be working on a problem set.

il papa

I wrote down some other places in my notepad that were supposed to be interesting places to go in Asia. I think. Nishiki Ichiba (Kyoto?), Shilin Night (Taiwan?), Ma Ying-jeou. maybe they're all wet markets.

CNN was broadcasting the Pope's arrival in the United States. I thought Family Guy was kidding when they presented the Popemobile in that form. It ACTUALLY looks like that. HAHA! Oh this is also great- the Vatican has their own website!

BITTER BITTER BITTER! Apparently if I write a bitter entry, Clare will refuse to read the rest. Jackass!

Woke up this morning smelling like ash. More on the movie and last night later. I have to do laundry to get rid of the soot in my clothes. This is what happens when one asshole in the group decides to poke the bonfire with the stick.

cynara cardunculus

Mmm, pro-China supporters. They love China so much, they decided to come over to the U.S. to support their native country's lifestyle and governance from afar. Mmm, pro-Tibet supporters. Thinking everything can be solved with violence and interrupting sports events. Mmm extremists. Threats of dismemberment, spreading of rumors, throwing angry words and more at each other. If the extremists wiped each other out, we may be left with the more rationally thinking crowd who are willing to put away their pride and objectively analyze the given situation.

HAHA! Jackie Chan supposedly said that he will go "Jackie Chan style" on anyone who tries to get near him and/or his torch.

After little deliberation, and suggestions from only one person, B-米, I have decided that I would like to purchase the PSP AND the DS Lite, in due time. I want the best of both worlds, like Hannah Montana. (This is what volunteering at a children's hospital does to you. You keep up with what the youngins are into these days.)

Facebook just enjoys coming up with new ways to stalk people- being able to see who's logged into facebook at the bottom of the web page. Today I saw Hesse and Leigh-ugh.

barbourula kalimantanensis

How DARE you assume I want to get to know you more! I only requested one song! Telling me your favorite album... PSH. Paul Newman did the voice of Doc in the Pixar movie Cars. GREAT acting. Newman does more than just dressing! He does marinade, drinks, popcorn, cereal, and sauces! HAHA have you seen the cartoon version of him with different hats on the products?! Too funny. I cannot hate one using food for good; and those piercing blue eyes.

Note to self, for the millionth time: don't watch all of one season over the span of 24 hours. Also don't cook two artichokes and eat it with mayonnaise in one night. Might as well have just slurped on a two spoonfuls of mayo. That's probably how much I ate from dipping the artichoke leaves.

If I were a vegetable, an artichoke would be a nice representation- try to get near my heart and I'll poke/sting the shit out of you.

They're playing "One More Time" at the book store. It's an old song of Se7en, korean pop star. I'm guessing the Asians with AZN pride are working today.

Test over.

One thing NOT to do while studying for any science test: registering to this online trivia website, and taking all these challenges for 2 hours, playing with fake money. You can also put in your credit card information to win cash money, but the highest jackpot i've seen so far is around 2 grand. Hmm, maybe i shouldn't go to vegas- I may have a gambling addiction. I'm almost back to even from last night after having won the music challenges. The food and science sections were pretty easy too. I didn't expect the movie and tv section to be so difficult; not even trying the sports section.

hot diggity dog ziggity boom

Happy Birthday, Jeff. What the hell, he removed himself off facebook?!

B－米！ Favorite Doors song! And you can't say "Light my Fire," "Hello I Love You," "Touch Me," or "Love Her Madly."

HAHA! Isle as Dark Phoenix?! Nice. A very voluptuous one at that. And Mousse as Storm?! I would also commend the Cyclops costume if he weren't wearing those unsightly hipster shoes.

haha I will be expecting these details from you soon, Sophbox.

Oh Tina Fey- no woman makes me laugh like you do. If only I were 15 years older and met her under highly improbably circumstances.

Did Paul Newman ever sell salad dressing or lemonade??

Three consecutive dreams last night:
-The first involved dinner with Ames and Burn, and Ames' family?
-The second was me sitting at the dentists' office with someone else while these at-risk youth were allowed to watch. The kid watching me was hiding a needle, and I managed to take it away from him.
-The last dream was at this Chinese restaurant in a stall-type design like at the food courts in the mall, and they were just about to close, but I had filled a cup with soda and was waiting in line after the last guy. The cashier lady was exasperated but allowed me to purchase my drink while muttering something in Mandarin. I started to walk away, but then turned around to ask the little girl behind their counter- probably one of the workers' daughters- what the adults were saying, and she began speaking in simple Mandarin. The little girl was spouting on about milk jugs/breasts.

pliny the younger

Puked again this morning. Mmm, it was so good- partly because of the milk and cereal. I took my multivitamin and omega-3 flax seed oil pill with water. Usually I'm fine when taking these with a protein shake. Today after downing them, I followed it up with milk and cereal when all of a sudden this rumble/bubbling rang from my stomach. I was thinking oh crap, just like the other time. I could feel the pieces of cereal and water coming up. Made it to the toilet before everything blew out. Shades of grey- probably due to the blueberries, cereal, milk, red multivitamin, water. What a way to start the new week!

Walking downstairs after that ordeal, I thought I heard a couple of footsteps. I was hoping it wasn't someone I knew so that I didn't have to deal with talking to them in the morning. Once I saw scrubs, I instantly thought: "Fuck! JEW!!!" And I tried to walk quickly out the door, across the street, but he caught me. I get honked at by a car that almost runs me over, and he ends up driving me to school. Wordy conversation ensues. I did make it to class on time, though.

1 minute 30 seconds into the pilot episode of 30 rock and I start cracking up. Second episode- head rolling back.

History was written by the winners. Hmm.

Aliases for the penis that I've never heard of: pud, fat todger. The latter has a nice ring to it. I bet the British came up with that one. There was another one- custard shooter? Ewwww.

I started reading these sex books at the bookstore during my hour-long breaks between classes: college hookups, science and sex, asian american sexuality, the new male sexuality. Thinking back on it, it does seem perverted/borderline perverted for someone to be reading this at the store. Then again, I was half-blushing, half about to crack up from reading the contents. I had to look up just to check that I wasn't in the comics section. Clitoral stimulation to please a woman. Getting a woman to orgasm is part physical, part psychological. Translation: pretend you're listening and caring about what she says most of the time. Other topics- the sexual continuum, Asian Americans in porn, the new hookup culture, the end of dating.

barnyard dawg

Pasta bolognese: onion, mushrooms, spaghetti sauce, ground beef, pepper, garlic, chili powder, basil, oregano, rotini. Olive oil + water, boil, add pasta+mushrooms. Cook beef, stir in onions, chili powder, herbs until cooked. Then add the tomato sauce, bring to a boil, simmer. When both are ready, mix them together, and add the ricotta. Stir, serve. This dish was one of the better ones I've tried.

No idea what to put wheat germ in. Burgers, meatballs, meatloaf? It's high in folic acid, fiber, and vitamin E?

If a potato chip falls into the trash bag of a trash can, and there's nothing in the trash can except for the bag from which the potato chip came, and the trash bag was just put in a few minutes ago, is the potato chip still edible?

I picked it up and ate it.

So the new Wong Kar Wai movie, My Blueberry Nights, is out, and it supposedly got terrible reviews. D+ from several, in fact. Fresh blueberries themselves don't even taste that great as a standalone fruit. Now, I've agreed to go see this movie with Clare on Friday. Since he's subjecting me to such terrible visual stimulation for god knows how many hours, would it be just if I were to pick an equally shitty Asian movie (The Forbidden Kingdom!) and do the same to him? An eye for an eye.

I've been trying out this cybersex, chat bit, with a familiar over the past few weeks. Slow and steady wins the race, or so I thought. This aggressive woman is demanding penis at face value.

My brother's birthday is also on a Tuesday. We were born a week apart.

ego defense mechanism

I finally found wheat germ at the supermarket.

This old white lady in front of me at the checkout line was talking to me about how the queue just keeps piling up, but all I could do was stare at this piece of facial tissue stuck on the inside of her nose.

The weather reacts accordingly to my state of mind- the fog has come back to blanket my sky, and there's going to be a 20 degree drop in temperature between today and tomorrow.

朋友

When acquaintances disappoint you, it's no big deal. So is it better then to just downgrade everyone to that level of association?

A guide through the mental processes leading up to yesterday:

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Sunday: dinner with Drab, Clare, Hesse, Leigh-Ugh. It's close to my birthday. Oh, could it be a surprise birthday dinner? No.

Monday: Neuro test. Lack of sleep.

Tuesday: My birthday. E-cards from Janey, my aunt, birthday cards from family, text message from Nants; even my brother manages to remember. The other half were Facebook messages from people that I either never talked to in high school or haven't talked to in years. Even Maury, who doesn't use Facebook, remembered and texted me. Drab texted me. About the Olympic protests. No mention of my birthday. Years given to engrain the memory of one day into one's head; days to remember when the protests are occurring. Protest trumps birthday. Let me ask you- which should be easier to remember, given the amount of time to learn only 2 digits in either case?
The surprise? Not hearing from the people that you think would remember. Normally I would shrug this off because I could care less about a birthday party, and I'm not the type of person to arrange a party/dinner for myself just to selfishly garner attention and gifts. BUT the week continued. No invitations to dinner, people starting to give late notices. How did I spend my birthday? A euphemism would be that I caught up on sleep.

Wednesday: A couple people, cousins, one day late. Lack of sleep accumulates.

Thursday: My mother calls to tell me that she forgot my birthday. She asks if I'm mad. Leigh-Ugh sent me a message, with promises of food/pizza. That actually did make me feel somewhat better.

Friday: A combination of factors. First was the lack of sleep due to studying for an exam. Second was taking the exam and then having to sit through the remaining classes in the day. Third was that my favorite Banh Mi place raised the prices of their sandwiches by a quarter. The final catalyst was reading Drab's comment on my Facebook wall. Even if it were intended as a joke, after what has happened earlier this week, I reacted adversely. Mental thoughts at that moment: "...almost completely forgot"- future neuroscientist, who studies the brain- a repository for memory- can't remember two digits, one being a common multiple of the other. "i have a present for you. a book on mahjong."- future neuroscientist, who recently won an NSF grant, decides to spend that money on a keg to get drunk, an almost daily occurrence, rather than to buy anything for something that happens once a year. Oh yeah, and repackaging the gift, given for no specific reason from an earlier week, as a birthday present to save money. Classy.
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That something pent up that I mentioned in an earlier post? So what little emotion I had left in me, coupled with the exhaustion and excess water I drank earlier in the day, had no place else to go except out my eyeballs. For hours. I was finally able to shut off the faucets by taking a nap. I woke up to do some homework, went to bed by 3, but woke up this morning with a headache. The weather hasn't helped either- oddly warm and dry today.

rational numbers

1/30, 2/10, 2/17, 3/13, 3/26, 3/30, 4/12, 4/22, 5/8, 6/25(x2), 7/4, 7/30, 8/21, 9/17, 10/17, 10/24, 11/3, 11/15, 12/5(x2), 12/27.

I make the effort to remember yours by heart, even if I don't have one.

What could have made it a happier birthday were if people just remembered it the day of, and not wishing me something in the past days after the fact.

I'm going to sleep through and forget existence. Sort of like how people forgot the birth of mine.

Don't bother me. I'm tired of getting all the late notices and apologies. It's more irritating than beneficial to make me remember that you forgot.

markov chain

Jacques, Maxim, Quinn, Felix, Jin, Raphael, Jakob, Craig. So I think about potential kid names even though I doubt the eventual occurrence. Maybe Yngve as well. Much harder to come up with a girl's name. All I have is Lily, which I've had since high school. Sonja, Rakel, Kajsa? If I remember correctly- Violet(purple) Altobelli(tall+handsome), Peter(penis) Colquitt(coatpit). I wonder who wins that name game.

After not so much contemplation, I've decided to spend gift money on purchasing a handheld console, but which one? The PSP or the DS Lite? Or both??

I miss... fatty breakfast food. Sausages, hash browns, scrambled eggs, toast, the smell of maple syrup, english muffins. Going to the supermarket is depressing when you're on a restricted nutritional regimen, and when your two hands can't carry any more bags of groceries back home.

Another note to self moment: never eat half an onion in one meal- especially when eaten raw. Such a headache...

My parents are moving on with a new phase in their life. Almost time for me as well. One more month.

Although a nice textbook read, the credibility with which I gave my Linear Algebra dropped upon glancing at one sentence that ended with "Fabulous!"

This one manga tells the story of this queen of all demons who gets trapped in the ball of one man, who can't come for a specific amount of time in order to save humanity. A couple months or so. How long could you last?

Anyone know how to cook an artichoke? I grabbed it at the wrong angle today when trying to put it in the fridge, and it cut the hell out of my ring finger. Like a prolonged paper cut.

oh right, happy birthday Elle, before I don't forget. like everybody else.

summer of love

Where the hell is Santa Clara? And why does that street Homestead sound familiar?

Mmm Olympic protesters. If you can't separate church and state, why bother trying to separate sports/goodwill(?) and state? Ridiculous. I protested in peace. By eating the last of my nestle simply dipped drumsticks. Rather than mindlessly dysrupting the economy or ruining the streets and hurting others, I choose to hurt my internal homeostasis with excess fat and sugar. Take that, China. More on this later.

Taco Salad tonight. The healthy version. Anytime you read healthy, the keyword BLAND should be automatically ringing in your head.

Coming across one of Isle's facebook applications, I decided to take a personal DNA profile. The only unsettling thing about the results is seeing it all at once, even if you know how things will turn out.

Again, the inventor: imagination, self-reliance, openness to new things, appreciation for utility. Confidence, problem-solving, vision, awareness, balanced emotionally, supreme sense of adventure, pursue excitement than follow routine, seeing the bigger picture/not get caught up in specifics, more proactive than reactive, strong sense of style. That's how I relate to myself.

Now how I relate to others... RESERVED. Don't always need others around, can handle most situations on my own, can be very happy spending time alone, find it difficult to understand why people get so emotional, tell everyone else their problems, wishing people were more rational, values not set in stone/complex vision of the world/change beliefs as I learn new information, generally rely on myself/others not dependable, not closed-minded/don't make hasty judgments of others, .

What did they recommend I do to be different?
"Even though it is tiring, making an extra effort to spend time with others even when you feel like being alone can have powerful positive effects on your relationships."- See? The OBVIOUS.

"Practice talking about yourself to people you haven't previously trusted. You will forge friendships where you wouldn't have thought possible, and with practice, sharing your thoughts and feelings will get easier and easier."- This, I don't know. I think I make my thoughts clearly known; people may misunderstand my feelings, especially when I'm being sarcastic or just joking.

So... I guess that should be my new goal in my new age: putting in the extra effort to spend time with friends... powerful positive effects... hmm. I suppose I could start with the people within my proximity... who's closest? oh boy...

fleckle

A trip to Vegas? I suppose I have money from my presents that I could blow in Sin City. Would we be flying by plane or driving there?

I like how you spell cocks with a "x" and mouth with a "f." That's SO thuggish, so colloquial. It reminds me of the graffiti writing on the bathroom urinals at campus.

My fascination with Swedes precedes me. In addition to Abba, another pop sensation that I used to like in the 90s happens to be Swedish: Ace of Base! I started youtubing their music videos from back in the yay- very trippy. Maybe I'll travel to Sweden in the summer.

Went downtown after depositing checks and cash from family, expecting to buy clothes. I ultimately ended up at the Borders in the mall. Crossed Armageddon in Retrospect, Kaki King as an emerging artist, comics, the magazine covers in the Food section.

FUCK I'M OLD: that was running in my head since yesterday.

Brown rice, no matter how healthy it may be, is just unsavory. The hardest, most flavorless part of the grain. Blegh.

What do I do now that I'm the same age as my brother- who actually remembered- for a week? Revisit/reevaluate my goals.

spread the beaver

The Japanese come up with band names that always manage to surprise me. Maximum the Hormone. Luna Sea. And an upcoming Detective Conan movie?!

I posed a question to my history buff, B-米, but he was very unreliable when it came to answering which three American statesmen wrote the Federalist Papers. Alexander Hamilton, John Adams, and John Jay. Mmm privileged white folk! The stuff great(?) nations are made of.

Current state of mind: after trying another dish out of this eating healthy cookbook, I have come to the conclusion that I'd rather eat unhealthy and die of colon cancer OR get cirrhosis of the liver through massive consumption of alcohol than have to suffer through weird, tasteless mixtures of the shit this guy calls food. Oh my lord! Then again, I still have stuff left in the fridge for the taco salad and pitas. Maybe cold American food will have far more success.

Lingering in my mind from last night: Leigh-ugh's white T. The ring of the neck of the shirt- it looks as though it's being hung on a clothes hanger. Drab's asking me of where to get Indo Mie. I should have replied with, "Why don't you ask your new FRIEND where to find good food?!" Clare. I forgot to call him jackass. Hesse. No vacations?! That's crazy talk. Oh yeah, and someone was talking about some kind of gadget/invention that would always tell you which way was north. Wouldn't it be more effective and cheaper just to buy a compass, or a watch with a compass?

Seeing Isle wear glasses is too strange. The huge boobs and the glasses just don't fit in my head.

witch's milk

My number of visitors per week climbs up and down like a woman's menstrual cycle.

I had a nightmare this morning where I failed my neuro test that I was about to take this exact same morning. I think it came true.

I had another nightmare following that one to where I woke up to all these potted plants situated in my bedroom, in my living room, all over the apartment. The problem was that even though I stopped watering them, they wouldn't die. It was one of those lucid dreams where I forcefully kept myself from watering the plants. Jeez, there must have been 50 pots or so.

I was rushing towards neuro class when this beautiful voice yelled out my name- it was Drab 2.0. I barely managed to force out a greeting before returning to my notes on Alzheimer's, Epilepsy, etc. After the test, this improbably scenario came up through my imagination where my Drab, Drab's me, Drab, and me would all meet for dinner so that each of us could rub in each other's faces our replacement friends, but in a turn of events my Drab and Drab's me would end up liking each other more than the both of us, and then leave together, leaving Drab and me back to our original situation.

While leaving the downstairs cafeteria/arcade, I was trying to adjust the hood of my hoodie, but I had forgotten to close my water bottle. So when I turned around, I see this large puddle on the floor. Luckily nobody was walking behind me at the time. That would have been awkward.

I might be flying again. This time to LA for the weekend. My aunt asked me to- for what reason I have no idea.

So it wasn't too great of a school day, but it ended nicely when I found another postcard that Kaiser sent me from Vietnam. Which brings me to postcard analysis:

Lizbian: Brown paper envelope, brown paper card with dried leaves on an orange backing. Nice. It's a Thanksgiving card. Short, cliche, but thoughtful.

Drab: Venezia. Sent via Tennessee. Strike one. And cheap. Use of different nouns as subjects of each sentence. Fish postcard. It might have accurately portrayed what I liked if the fish came on a plate. Steamed. Instead Drab sends me something representative of what he likes. Selfish. Strike two. Signing off with "yours," indicating ownership. 21st century role reversal. Weird indecipherable drawing. 2 1/2 strikes.

Kaiser: Postcard 1. Actually from the location she was at- Vietnam. Exotic fruits. MANGOSTEENS! And the stamp has Pho Bo on it! Very impersonal, many sentences began with "I," and she wrote it on the toilet seat at 3 in the morning. Numerous funnies. Did not sign off with any words of affection. Emotionally distant. I liked it!
Postcard 2. Just got today. ALSO sent from the location she was at- Vietnam. Yeah, she changed her mind about what picture reminded her of me. Shorter, even more impersonal. Great!

el salvador

I like how you comment on the title of my post, but not on any of the content. I only know that name because Drab was carrying his book in his jacket like the dweeb that he is.

At dinner tonight, I also couldn't come up with details on Leigh-Ugh's future cognitive decline with Alzheimer, but thinking back on it, what's the use of telling her? She's just going to forget it in 50+ years anyway.

Sleepwalking. Talking in my sleep. Maybe that could explain why I'm so tired all the time. I woke up this morning with my Navy Seal book on my bed. The only things that usually go on my bed are me, fruit, or science books.

Leigh-Ugh and Drab were also talking about how they didn't feel that much nostalgia when they went back to Rice. I kind of had to agree- I got a larger surge of emotion rummaging through my storage boxes- textbooks and notes amassed from all 4 years- at home than when visiting the campus. 100 mechanical cranes- it's like a modern day version of those Asian banners. Oof, already forgetting my Asian Art History terms. Lacquer, dou gong, anything else?

neal town stephenson

If I had gotten a day's notice in advance, I might have studied the day before so I could grab a few beers afterwards. Probably not. Do you consider laziness and lack of motivation the same thing?

I suppose I do look at sex as a composition, as Clare aptly put it. The two people really do need to be within a point of attractiveness on that scale. How does it go? You can only get with someone who is 3 points above or below your level of hotness?

Platanos- if that's the name. Restaurant in Berkeley. Dinner with Leigh-Ugh, Hesse, Clare, and Drab. I'm not sure if I would have paid 12 dollars to eat two thin slices of overly dry meat, but the pupusas were okay (if you try to spell check pupusa on Firefox, it comes up with lupuses. MMM lupus!); it's a shame I ate it last, when it had gotten cold by then. I left feeling... empty. So I'm microwaving half a breast of baked chicken as I write. The fried plantains were fine as well.

B-米 coming to SF in the summer? Hmm??? Oh yes, him and Lily Pad. With their powers combined, they are Captain Pollution. With my firsthand experience buried between their faces, I observed that CO2 emissions increase as a result of such close proximity. The depleting amount of oxygen between them, the increasing exhalation of carbon dioxide to clear it out of their system, as they cannot live off such diminished deposits of O2 in that confined space. I bet if we all stayed together like that long enough, we would all faint due to lack of O2 to the brain. Luckily, I saved us all by moving away to take in a big breath of that nice Houston air. Ahh.

Hesse- longer hair, still wearing caps. I approve of the not hanging out with married couples anymore.

Leigh-Ugh. Sometimes it's okay to talk about sex when there's a girl around. It depends on the girl. But if a nonsexual guy like me can talk about sex with others, what's stopping a girl who crushes on everybody?

Clare's been in his own apartment since January. That sounds about right- the amount of time that we haven't been hanging out. And I thought he was still living at home with his mother. Looks like my fantasy about him living to old age with his mother have been dashed.

Then I hear from someone at the table that people at Beer Bike got the impression that I seemed happy. Which makes me wonder what exactly leads people to think that I'm unhappy in general? Perhaps the somewhat subjective observations of public life in San Francisco. I may be happy, just not happy with certain people that orbit within my gravitational field.

Which leads me to the next subject- Drab. Right in the middle of dinner, he tells me that he's befriended someone like me. To replace me. I'm thinking, oh great, this better not be like that other time where he said he met someone like me who only turned out to be another Asian guy with no overlapping personality traits. This time is a little bit better- a Cantonese person interested in science and dancing who's from Hong Kong. That led me thinking, okay, so what, you expect me to sit through the rest of dinner with you after hearing that?! More defined hip action, psh. He can't handle my hip action. Then again, it's a bit flattering knowing that he's keeping a piece of me with him, in another person. Likewise, I think I will keep a piece of Drab with me, in the form of his jacket. I'd call that an even trade, don't you think?

If he and Dick were good enough at MJ by now, I might be enticed to invite myself over to kick ass.

wordy rappinghood

Something's pent up, but I'm not sure which emotion it is.

During a trip in Hawaii, I remember watching Sailor Moon on the TV to ease the boredom of another family vacation with the parents. The unrealistic thing about that show: a 14-year old thinking she knew everything there is to know about love.

I suppose Isle has a deep-rooted obsession with fantasy. Not sure if it's also applicable to sci-fi. This was noticeable when I visited them during my second trip to Houston and mentioned to her that I had the Children of Hurin book by Tolkien. At the slightest mention she went gaga over fantasy novels the way I go gaga about grocery shoppping.

On my way back from Safeway, I always have to walk by first the Tennessee Grill and then the KFC/Taco Bell. Tennessee Grill usually gets plenty of business during all hours of the day. I wonder what people see in Tennessee. Country music, Elvis, Graceland? Racism, the assassination of MLK, Jr.? Then my eyes glaze over at the thought of fried chicken. So hard to resist when it's conveniently right in front of you. I wonder if this feeling is similar to that felt by normal heterosexual men when a vagina is wagged right in front of their faces- soon enough you'll want to reach out and eat it.

So burger patties should never be made by mixing them with equal proportion of vegetables together. At most, tablespoons or teaspoons should be added. This week- pineapple chicken, chicken salad pitas, taco salads, and maybe more. Still have to go through the fried rice and baked chicken I made this week. Note to self: keeping the skin on chicken while baking them locks in plenty of moisture. MMM!

I've only been to 6% of the world, according to that application on Facebook. How disappointing. That should change next year if I have nothing to do while waiting for the application process to finish.

keanu

No idea he was 1/4 Chinese. Such a great actor. Hah. Speed kings, yes/no? Blueberry Nights got pretty low ratings.

I had a dream the other night about doing math homework with my brother. Thursday night, I believe, the night before this math quiz I was freaking out about.

Found Children of Hurin. I suppose I should now ask for the ladies' address so that I can mail it to Isle.

On screen kisses are staged, awkward, and lacking in passion. Just because I hate romance doesn't mean people that like it should do things half-assedly.

Music Mania is the name of the game. So is football. Weren't they talking about soccer in that song? Ole, ole, ole, ole?

Psh, and I am NOT sending you a postcard. To someone who said that they were sending me a Christmas card but never said. You wish!

Today: amino acid neurotransmitters, Alzheimer's, Epilepsy, the blood-brain barrier, and neuropharmacology.

Odd how some people like to subtly, or forcefully, influence their friends into coming to see their performances.

wolf totem

How can anyone find on-screen kisses attractive?

Anybody like board games about useless information? MMM trivia!

I stayed up until 2 last night reading trivia cards off this game that my Jewish apartment neighbor gave me as he was cleaning out the storage in the apartment complex.

Got a postcard from Kaiser. 2 weeks after she sent it off in Vietnam. Analysis of the card later, along with comparative analysis of hers with Drab's and Lizbian's.

Biggest mistake was bringing back computer games to SF. Playing Warcraft III all day = doing homework until 4 in the morning, 3 hours before having to wake up for school.

Something different about SF from TX is that when you're eating apples here they don't brown as quickly. Even though apples are my least favorite fruit, I bought them because they were on discount for the week at Safeway. The red delicious apples in particular don't brown as rapidly. I only noticed this because I eat my way around the apple, skin first, and then go through the rest of the flesh.

Hamburgers and baked chicken today/tonight. NEVER making burgers again. After baking the chicken, there's this nice aroma of herbs and spices lingering through my apartment. Also made fried rice yesterday. Somehow bok choy just doesn't complement fried rice, unless you add a pound of salt to it. Something drastic.

stereotypic 3D

Stupid stupid stupid! I was being a good student accidentally. If I had bothered to look at the top of the page of the assignment, I would have realized the deadline isn't due until Friday. So instead of wasting my time staying up past midnight, I'm going to waste it blogging.

China = the Disney channel. China's government = the Disney company executives. I'd like to visit Bhutan sometime.

The problem with being Chinese is that your Chinese parents want you to entertain other Chinese families at arranged lunches whose children are still budding in high school, and you have to give them advice on how to achieve valedictorian or obtain acceptance into a competitive university. The only part I liked about wasting my last day in Texas with this other Chinese family was getting to try out Rock Band on the PS3. It wasn't that bad- it took a little getting used to the drums, but it was fun after a while. Probably would have been more fun if I got to play an 80s version.

B-米 AND Lily pad: PDA at the house, PDA in the car, PDA at the karaoke bar. They're the bagel bites of PDA. More on them later- I keep getting interrupted by food or tv.
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I threw up this morning on the way from my apartment to the bus stop. Very odd. As I kept walking up the street, I felt more and more nauseous. The nearest trash can I find find was one next to an ATM. Maybe I should have stayed in and not gone to school?

Pft I'm not telling you what a dirty omelette is- you're dirty enough as it is.

flunitrazepam

I'm watching this live performance of Miley Cyrus on youtube. "See you again." Nants WOULD like this song. How the hell is walking along a balcony and up and down stairs a performance?! "My best friend Leslie says 'She's just being Miley.'" The lyrics in the chorus are just mindblowingly amazing.

Characters:
Leigh-Ugh: She was wearing a brown long-sleeved shirt over a white top. The brown was nice in that it helped to downplay her chest, but JUST a little. It's kinda hard to minimize Leigh-Ugh's breasts.

B-米: Brown corduroy pants?! I can't believe I noticed them in the car at night. The nice thing was that it drew emphasis on the lighter blue double-breasted long-sleeved shirt with the pearly buttons and... epullets? Tricolor facial hair- almost as weird as Drab's random red beard, and that hair near his chin, when he goes unshaved for days. White boys and their facial hair.

Lilypad: I was trying to figure out whose face hers reminded me of at certain angles, and I finally got it. Shu Qi. Former porn star turned actress. Mostly the eyes and lips. Her face lips. Luscious lips, wide-set eyes.

B-米 AND Lilypad: Everyone knows how much I don't like mushy things, especially couples and PDA. Imagine the awkwardness of being the third wheel on a blind date. Imagine now your wheel rubbing against the other wheels. Yeah, imagine my wheel being my left leg, and the other wheels being their hands being held on top of my leg while in an SUV. I have more to say about this. I'll get back to it later.

Yoshi: Very interesting yet odd assortment of dress clothes and casual wear pieced together on Saturday.

Lizbian: So when Asians are out in the sun too long, they develop these black freckles. I guess when Caucasians age and stay out in the sun, it leads to a number of freckles. Liz's chest below the neck in particular was quite freckly. It must not be a Nordic European thing?

So pissed that I forgot to eat Zapp's while I was in Houston. Stupid stupid stupid!

kidou senshi

PSH I wasn't flattering you! I don't even like brown corduroy pants! What makes you think I know how threesomes work?! Or sex for that matter? We'd probably most likely be sharing a lot of food. Lying down. Houston every 2 weeks... if I flew standby, maybe. But I would also have to keep finding a place to stay. Definitely NO to the ladies- and I thought MY suite had a problem with cleanliness. If I ever thought that girls could never be as dirty as guys, those 4 and their house have managed to prove me wrong.

I ended my trip with Kaiser at Barnaby Baby's. Or is it Baby Barnaby's? Scrambled egg whites- disgusting! Although the breakfast was mediocre, it somehow didn't get me as riled up as the times that I have meals with Drab. Maybe it's because Kaiser's a cold, aloof, independent, rational thinking human being who doesn't give in to her impulses and has a sharper tasting palette than I do?

What would I do if I moved down to LA? Go to a lot of Dodgers games. Clueless about baseball, yet the team name Orix Blue Wave stands out in my mind. Is that even a team? Any who, I was reading an article in American Way magazine about the National and American Leagues. NEVER knew there were two leagues in baseball. And why are there two leagues?? There's plenty of SF Giants fans here, but I'm not sure why since they haven't been doing so well lately.

At the beginning of my trip to Texas, I didn't know that the BART didn't open until 6AM. I had a 7:05AM flight. So I called for a taxi to pick me up at 4:45. The driver turned out to be this Bolivian guy who's been living in SF since the 60s.

warcraft

If any of you have kids, take them on a flight, and I just happen to be seated within the vicinity- if your baby starts crying, and you can't calm it down, I will slap the shit out of it. It is NEVER okay to bring a crying baby aboard a 4-hour flight, or any flight for that matter.

If a fluctuation in circadian rhythms indicated breast cancer in mice, I wonder what will happen to the women in medicine or research that have irregular sleeping hours.

A good thing from hating the sun is that it slows down the process of aging, particularly on the face. They say that in order to keep a youthful appearance without having to undergo plastic surgery, you should moisturize daily. What else should be done? Exercise, eating right, drinking plenty of water, sunscreen. The only one I've accomplished so far? Applying chap stick with SPF 15 on the lips.

It was very odd seeing Leigh-ugh in Houston. It was odd not seeing more of B-米 in Houston, although it was in part due to my laziness to call people. Not even a minute after checking my facebook and responding to Mousse's message, she calls me. Well THAT doesn't scream stalker at all.

What's shaking and baking in the kitchen this week? Burgers, pineapple chicken, dirty omelettes, and some Asian food.

In my attempts to exercise today, all that I could accomplish were reading a scientific article, eating, drinking soup, playing a few rounds of Warcraft III, watching youtube, and scratching my head.

Hmm, I guess I should ask for directions to Palo Alto AFTER I get an interview/job. So I'm not going to bother reading comments regarding that trip.

wilson phillips

It was surprising not seeing any hipsters upon arriving in the Bay Area. Then I realized I was still at the Oakland Airport, and it was noon, when hipsters were still in school. Hipsters in school- that just doesn't sound right. You'd think they spend their lives just posing outside, showing off their clothing, which they purposefully spend hundreds of dollars on for that cheap look. Yeah, low income rocks.

For now, I would put B-米 and Lilypad at the top of my threesome list. They're more around my height. Then again, I won't have to worry about this situation EVER happening- unless I were shit-faced drunk beyond all logical reasoning.

So before I get back on that healthy diet, I decided to buy all kinds of frozen food and Drumstick ice cream before this week's over. I'm only eating Drumsticks for the nostalgic value; I used to eat them all the time when I was a kid, along with the two cans of soda I had every day. And the daily fast food. I'm surprised I don't have high blood pressure, cholesterol issues after eating that much crap daily 4 years in a row. That guy in Supersize me was a pansy.

Is there public transportation to Stanford from SF? How long does it take Caltrain to reach Palo Alto from SF?

Next time: character analysis, events of my Spring Break- if I could call it that, and random nonsense.