elk tongue

In my head, I'm already creating a menu.

Seafood, soup, salad, chicken wings, pork belly, mango pudding.

Today was one of those rare days where I venture out of my comfort zone, that being lab.

Not having had a Vietnamese Banh Mi in a while, I set foot towards the outskirts of Irving's Chinatown, perusing the produce along with the cuts of meat at the Sunset Super. The fruits all look like they've grown larger since the last time I saw them- shows how little fruit I've eaten in the past month.

Skipping the healthy food, I walk into the sandwich shop the next block down. All I wanted was 3 combination sandwiches. What I got IN ADDITION to my order was the conversation b/t the two ladies working behind the counter. They were complaining about some girls using the bathroom the other day and causing up a stank afterwards.

I was so embarrassed, my face turned red, looking down with a stupid expression on my face. One lady just kept talking on and on about it while preparing my sandwiches, and the other lady laughed because she caught my facial expression.

My roommate is SO oversensitive.

My other labmate is SO emotional. As I was walking back to lab on the 16th floor, I caught her with her ex-boyfriend. She was crying. She was crying on Friday, she's crying today. The faucet never closes!

What's wrong with my lab?!?! Ugh.

wasps

It's weird finding out that a lab mate is clinically depressed.

Not that I'm stigmatizing her because of her condition. People hardly ever admit when they are depressed.

Although, it does explain a lot of things, but particularly the need for attention and positive reinforcement.

Kaiser's coming to visit her friends in the Yay Area- she'll be using SF as her hub to connect with all of them.

My lab mates want to meet her for some reason, trying to find her picture on Facebook during lunch. I'm concerned that some of them will hit on her if I ever brought her to lab. I know she gets all this attention in Houston, but my lab mates haven't even seen her yet. How is that possible???

Do people ever get nervous around friends, if they haven't seen them in a long time? I feel some slight pressure on my end, not only to make sure she has a fun time, but to make sure I don't look like a slob, which involves cleaning my apartment, my sheets, my room, worrying about how I present myself... should I be cooking for her while she stays in town? I've been so far removed from everybody, I don't know how friendships work anymore.

manet

My nerves are shot. Too tired to even watch tv shows.

Why am I still watching coupling? Underneath all that raunchy humor, the show fixates on RELATIONSHIPS.

How did I end up liking a show about relationships?!

I gross myself out sometimes.

Salt & Pepper Crab DOES sound good right about now... but for $38??? I suppose...

cool hand luke

Cool, calm, collected.

Well that's all thrown out the window.

I can't think clearly, there's butterflies in my stomach.

I was stressed to the point of snapping at my lab mates today.

And now I'm giggling like a lunatic.

It's time for bed.

popiah

Mmm, three flights in the next 2 months. For business AND pleasure. But in all honesty, more business than pleasure. In fact, very little pleasure, if any.

I dissected some mouse brains today. Very calming.

I was unable to concentrate all day today. I couldn't think clearly, and i don't know why. I was also blushing the entire time. I don't get that...

What's a better car to rent: a hybrid or an economy/compact? I know I should be attempting to be green, but really, how much greener is a hybrid compared to a fuel-efficient car?

My internet's getting slow, time to stop blogging.

neural networks

I feel very bloated this afternoon.

What I don't understand is why I sweat so profusely in lab all day. I must not be living in the right environment. Maybe East Coast weather would better suit me? East Coast winters. If only I could lower the temp of the A/C, things would be peachy.

My compulsive behavior, as it logically follows, has a knack for compulsive purchases. My spending spree this time involves acquiring several plane tickets towards areas along the California coastline. Los Angeles, Riverside, and San Diego.

I've been spending so much time in lab, filling up my days with so many laborious tasks and unwanted chores, that I can feel myself becoming... more of an unfeeling robot.

I really should get back to all these emails in my inbox. Especially Lizbean's.

Mario's head is AT LEAST the size of his torso. Even babies' heads are that large. Maybe those disproportions are what makes those characters so likeable.

whelp

I woke up early for work this morning, and I decided to look up the reviews for my parents restaurant.

First on yelp, then on google.

Idiots! All of them!

First off, REAL chinese food is NEVER made with anything sweet and sour. Secondly, sweet and sour sauce tastes like ketchup because it IS made with ketchup. Whoever doesn't know the ingredients of sweet and sour sauce before critiquing it is an idiot!

I don't understand why stupid people critique food without first knowing what it is that goes into what they're eating.

My annoyance is directed at ignorance in this post. I'm not even defending it because it's my parents' restaurant- they don't even run the establishment anymore. Categories of dummies rating Chinese food: those who misconstrue American Chinese as authentic Chinese food, and those who do not know the ingredients/components going into each dish.

I'm done. I have more important things to do than to complain about these clowns.

This all started because Crassie wanted to see the place this morning as she passes through Waco. What a ho.

exudation

I'm so exhausted, I realized that I didn't even have time to think about my grandpa, who was hospitalized for sepsis this week.

He's now on bed rest, in the recliner, but with a catheter to collect his urine.

I don't even have time to think about my family anymore... how terrible is that?

kinkajou

The thought almost crossed my mind tonight about signing up for OKCupid.

Three of my lab mates have already taken the plunge. I think I might just be doing that because I'm bored, or procrastinating.

Sigh... I find myself sighing a lot these days. Either sighing or screaming like a madman.

I want more of those moments each day where I think to myself, "Life is great!" or "Life is wonderful!" Those moments only happen when I listen to '80s music or my guilty-pleasure kpop.

A fake relationship would be nice, if there even is such a thing.