mammary

Took one of these face memory tests, got 70 out of 72 faces. The average normal person scores around an 80%. So I guess I don't have that disease. What was it, prosopagnosia?

On another test, I couldn't recognize Gandhi or Tony Blair. OR Margaret Thatcher. This unattractive black woman popped up on the screen, I guessed Condoleeza Rice, and supposedly got it right. Blanked out for a while on John Travolta and Jim Carrey. 27 out of 30. I know celebrities' faces more than world leaders/politicians. Hmph.

I'm better at numbers, multiple objects, face memory, average at verbal pairs, and below average on abstract art. I also score the attractiveness of men and women 1.5 below the average for both.

And since I'm wasting my time on tests, it is now 3:30AM.

periodontal

So behind on the lingo. Term: ghey. Like gay, minus the homosexual undertone. But they still use the word fag. Try getting out of that one.

My Proust was a Neuroscientist book is finally shipping. Speaking of neuroscientists... dinner with Drab. All that I expected? Well, you know the saying, hope for the best, expect the worst.

Another clue: my dream last night consisted of me having nonstop diarrhea all over the place. The more I wiped, the more I found on my hand because it was on places that I wouldn't think that I'd have to wipe.

More on this later.

Have to read up for classes.

ocelli

Song played outside my window for the day: "Walk the Line."

The back of one girl's shirt read: "Beat This!" Her aspirations for future spousal abuse tickles me.



Went here for a snack with my parents. Don't go! Dim sum is NOT supposed to taste sour.



This rock formation was named Mushu, after the dragon in Mulan.



A comparison: Drab is like east San Francisco, where the Bay Bridge lies. Bright, seemingly cheery, inundated with harmful solar radiation.



I, on the other hand, am like west San Francisco, where the Golden Gate lies. More appropriately, I am the fog that has come to extinguish Drab's light.