saccharine

Of course I know your middle is Mark. What's your point, drab?

I'm thinking about going on a diet. Apparently exercise and nutrition go hand in hand when it comes to improving your health. So what does that mean? Reducing fat and junk food from my meals, to begin. No more frozen pizzas. No more kettle-cooked chips. No more fried chicken. I think I just might start to cry. I'll start in Chinatown tomorrow to find the cheapest produce first.

Looking for bookmarks, I search around my room to find a few placed in Me Talk Pretty One Day, Sputnik Sweetheart, and East of Eden. In the first two books, they were left somewhere around the middle of the book, which made me question whether or not I had actually finished them. Weird, how it only took a few pages near the ending to recall what the entire story was about. I suppose I read those books to get into the minds of those who suggested them to me, see how other people view the world. Quite humorous.

Finished reading Katrina Firlik's Another Day in the Frontal Lobe, book about neurosurgery and her years in residency. It would probably be more interesting to see it in action- drilling into the skull, opening a small flap, and poke away.

Next book reading: Botany of Desire. What seemed like it would be an easy read quickly changed once I noticed that the first topic of desire was sweetness. That's going to be a tough pill to swallow. Michael Pollan is actually a professor at Berkeley. Perhaps I could just cross the bridge over to the East Bay and talk to the author in person?

I feel like downing an entire pork roll right now (the loaf of meat that you shave into deli slices to put in Banh Mi- MMM).

Reading cookbooks in the campus store rouse about memories that leave me chuckling and disturbing the peace. I was flipping through this one book by Kylie Kwong (poser), and saw a picture of her with her mouth on a straw sticking into a bun. Xiaolongbao. Haha Clare would probably die if he could have one of those. Reading the description of what the broth actually is did not whet my appetite. Next I flipped on over to thie recipe for MaPo Doufu, which calls for Szechuan peppercorns. This led my mind on a track back to last summer when a certain someone tried to make this dish in their predominantly redneck hometown with NON-Szechuan peppercorns. Giggle loop. Then I trekked on over to 2 summers ago when a certain lady I lived with tried to make pan-fried bitter melon and ended up putting TOO MUCH salt into the dish. All I could taste was salt in the end.

diagnostician

So much for going to office hours for advice. Along with remembering to brush and floss before going to bed.

My dream last night was about me and Kaiser at Beer Bike. I was walking past the stands and to my surprise end up seeing this familiar face. Knowing that she doesn't like hugs, I extend my arm out to shake hands, introducing myself as if we were complete strangers. Most likely being drunk, I ended up planting one first on her right cheek, and then one on the mouth. My subconscious needs to stay buried under my rational, unfeeling, consciousness. Went to bed around 3, sleeping only 4 hours the morning of. I bet it was exhaustion again that triggered such frivolous images.

Thoughts: Smoking, in addition to causing various cancers, also increases the odds of having osteoporosis. One broken bone, say in the neck, may force you to live the rest of your life as a quadriplegic. Tangent. Any who, my Mark (Drab 2.0),who supposedly wants to be a doctor serving underprivileged areas, asked in the car if I minded that he smoke then and there. It's not my car, so I said no, but I was wondering why someone going into a profession that promotes health continues to deposit carcinogens into his lungs.

I sense the feeling that the Russian lady is conniving underneath her thick accent and ashen smile.

I have no idea where I want to be after San Francisco. Hopefully some place with great food, great restaurants.

in between days

UGH Of course I know your middle name is Mark. What's your point?

I was so pissed off after the math test today- on one question asking about linear independence, I kept switching back between yes and no. With a black pen. How frustrating it is to see half your page scribbled out with horizontal black lines and no answer in sight.

A-'s on the first test for most of my classes except the 2 neuro ones. I don't like the looks of it.

When it comes to beds, the Japanese have the advantage. Beds lofted high increase the chances that one falls and breaks something in later ages, while beds close to the ground exercises certain back muscles that otherwise would never be used. Reinforcing these muscles may help with posture and back pains.

Something is off. I've started sleeping on my side now instead of on my back.

I also didn't get much sleep last night because of the two tests today. Exhaustion. God I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means.

Texas. I haven't been there for the longest time. And the Jones Beer Bike coordinators decide to email alumni 2 weeks before the event, because obviously everyone can afford high ticket prices just to get inebriated. I also heard that the Beer Bike theme sucked. Guess there's no point in buying the shirt, huh?