Monday, September 11, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
I leave in less than a week so I'm trying to get everything I need together and finish up some business here in the U.S. so I don't have to handle it while I'm abroad.
I'm taking two courses in Economics this month. My classes are pretty demanding and all I do all day long is Econ. I sit in class for 5 hours a day and write pages of notes. I'm also not getting enough sleep and I'm struggling to understand the subject. If there are any economists out there who would like to offer their services, please let me know.
Also as of yesterday I've taken to crying at the slightest provocation so watch out for me. Yesterday I cried because some old lady was being brusque and overly verbal about how I was filling out some medical form wrong and I cried when my boyfriend didn't understand what I was saying and then I cried a little when I managed to run over my foot with one of the wheels of the chair I was sitting on at the time and I'm sure I'll cry many more times before I get on the plane, and then the whole time I'm on the plane, and then for a while when I first get to Italy. And then hopefully once I'm in my new surroundings with my newfound student friends I will feel happy enough to keep my crying to regularly scheduled late night sessions when no one else is around to see me red-eyed, snotty, and blotchy. Waaahh!
Saturday, July 22, 2006
"Ooooh, you're gonna melt the ice cream," winks the lady walking by at that precise moment.
That lady was quick.
When my grandma was still practicing (she retired at the ripe old age of 75 or so) I had so many good times in her dental office. My first paid job was filing paperwork in her office. My brothers and cousins and I had water and air fights with the little tools for your teeth. My grandma and her coworkers made little animal figurines out of plaster of paris for their children patients, and I collected them. I don't have any in my possesion now, regretfully. I would take naps in the chairs on slow days, adjusting my position with the cool controls. I feel asleep to the easy listening channel that was on (which could explain why I get random Kenny G songs stuck in my head sometimes). Her assistant at the time was an awesome person. She once gave me a glass mickey mouse piggy bank with my name etched on it. In fact, that piggy bank is in the room with me now, and it's been full of coins for probably 8 years. She was the first person I knew personally to die. She had cancer, but she didn't suffer long.
My teeth are so clean. Let's make the feeling last.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
If I wasn't so guarded/thinking too much/cautious/embarassed all the time.
I need to work on standing up for myself. I did it yesterday a little bit, looking people in the eye when they do annoying things like blabbering loudly on the phone--when did cursing become okay in front of kids, women, strangers? And then there was a guy on the plane showing his buddies behind me a picture of a guy giving the finger. When did this become okay?
I can't help but feeling old-fashioned. I can't believe the 2000s are my time. I belong to a time where candies cost a penny, a sturdy pair of shoes cost $1, men took off their hats as women walked by, and friends and acquaintances "came to call" in the afternoons. Then again, I also belong to a time where the internet connects diverse networks, you can have sushi for lunch and In-n-Out for dinner, refrigeration and washers and dryers abound, and women are pilots, doctors, and police officers. I can never truly call myself a liberal or a conservative, but I do so wish that some of the social graces of yore were more alive now.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
1 Dark chocolate Carnation Instant Breakfast packet
1 ripe banana
6 ice cubes
1 cup Silk vanilla soy milk
1 T peanut butter
1 Strawberry Sensation Carnation Instant Breakfast packet
1 ripe banana
6 ice cubes
1 cup Silk vanilla soy milk
What a great way to start the day! I highly recommend Carnation Instant Breakfast, because they're chock full of vitamins and minerals, especially calcium, and then of course soy milk and its protein and goodness. And then the flavors are delicious. Next time I'm going to try the sugar-free.
I also tend to avoid people that have bad B.O., men and women with long, straggly hair, men that have glazed piggy eyes and their mouths hanging open for no reason, men with clothes so baggy they're falling off of them, red-in-the face buff jocks that have had a few, etc.
Then there are those really aggressive, looking to stir up a mini-controversy people (many times accompanied by like-minded friends) that look challengly in the eyes of everyone around them, shoulders forward, mouth ready to spout off about how you're intentionally trying to avoid them, how you're racist, scared, and any number of unpleasant things about you and the millions of others like you. How do you handle those people? I suppose by acting the same way. Maybe you could try keeping the same posture, beating them to the punch and saying "hello" "how are you?" "how's your mother?" "have a great day."
I don't feel like I have to apologize to people on the street that get a "feeling" that I'm nervous around them. I have had inappropriate experiences with people on the street, and it's pretty hard to keep up with the news and at the same time feel comfortable around random people on the street. Just about everyone makes me nervous. But really, if some harm is going to come to me I only have a certain degree of control. So I try to maintain that control by looking at everyone around me and paying attention to their signals, not walking alone in random places at night, not dawdling with my keys next to my car, etc. I also walk pretty fast, not only for the aerobic value but to give off my own signal: I can run pretty damn fast and put up a fight, so don't mess with me.
As soon as we make eye contact: "You trying to avoid me?" asks the man.
"The crosswalk's right there." As I point to the two crosswalks adjacent to the corner where he's sitting.
"I'm sorry" his hands up in defense.
"A little paranoid?" I ask the middle-aged black man.
"Yes, I am."
Thursday, June 29, 2006
1) They are smooth on top, but slightly wrinkled on the bottom
2) They are tanned
3) They have a perpetual coating of chipped bright pink nail polish
4) They do not have protruding blue veins
5) They are hairless
6) They are shaped like empanadas
Oh and he didn't mention this, but my feet never, ever stink. That's because I, like other girls, am made of sugar and spice and other such pleasantries.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
7.05am-8.05am: Alternately hitting snooze, resetting alarm, and falling asleep
8.05am-9.05am: Getting ready for work
9.05-9.40am: Re-parking car so I don't get a ticket, catching metro, walking to work
9.40am-6.45pm: Winning bread
6.45pm-7.45pm: Catching metro home, grocery shopping, walking home with heavy groceries
7.45pm-11.45pm: Making meals for the next 3 days, doing dishes, making cupcakes with roommate, taking pictures of furniture and items we will sell/give away
11.45pm-12.00am: Brushing teeth, washing face, laying out stuff for next day, blogging about my day.
Just a typical, lame day in my life.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Job-search objective, May 2005.
-Internship in DC
-Get out there
-Part-time jobs (tutoring)
-Know the city
I still have to work on the "see everything" part. I still really only know NW. I feel like I did a pretty good job everywhere else though. I have gotten a lot of my work "published" and I got a great part-time job. I can't believe where I'm headed next. I really need to start planning my life again from scratch.
I can relocate
Salary - at least $20,000/yr.
I would like to be near my boyfriend and a friend of mine
I want a place of my own and nice things
The ability to travel; visit family and friends.
I like how I didn't set my sights too crazy; I guess I was being realistic. But I have fulfilled all of these considerations. I moved to DC with a college friend, I ended up making some sort of salary, my apartments have been more than liveable, and I have managed to travel around the US to visit some of my family and friends.
I think it's a really good exercise to take stock of what you have experienced and then try to organize that information into goals and accomplishments, challenges and successes. Especially if you're a dork like me.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Zombies--I mean crabs--are nature's most efficient waste disposals. They do a great job of cleaning up carcasses--even human ones. So when they surrounded me one day I felt like they could hardly wait for me to die before they picked my carcass clean. *Shudder*
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Raspberries (so very sweet)
Cherries (so much cheaper than in DC)
Carnitas (with all the trimmings from an authentic Mexican shop)
Basque food (featuring pickled cow tongue that was pretty good)
I feel like I've been in California for a long time, like I never left. But I keep thinking about my friends, boyfriend, and stuff in DC.
Everyone I know here is either flying to or recently coming back from Asia--mostly China, Japan, Philippines. If I wasn't going to grad school this year I would definitely be on my way to the Far East, but as it is now I guess I'll just have to settle (ha) for Europe. I don't even know exactly where I want to be anymore, geographically. I suppose it doesn't matter, really, as long as my mind and soul are in the right place. Here's to figuring that out.
A surface with only one side and only one boundary component. It has the mathematical property of being non-orientable. It was co-discovered independently by the German mathematicians August Ferdinand Möbius and Johann Benedict Listing in 1858.
Monday, June 12, 2006
~Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, Mary Roach
Friday, June 09, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Last night I had a dream that my face felt kind of funny, and I went to the mirror to see what was going on. As I was looking at my eyes in the mirror, I watched a fly burrow beneath a layer of my left eyeball and finally settle right below my eyelid. I could see the shape of the fly in my eye. As if that wasn't awful enough, in my right eye my pupil started to cave in, leaving an ashey crust were my pupil used to be. This must be related to my excitement for getting my contacts delivered.
I also dreamt that I was some kind of magical assassin. I won't go into too many of the gory details, but I came from a royal magic family and we were competing against another family so I went around assassinating our competitors using various methods, such as the blunt end of pencils and pens with some kind of poisonous paint on them.
Aint dreams grand?
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
I am happy for falls, pools, lakes, streams, sprinklers, ice, oceans, and all other forms of water.
I am happy for animals like dogs and birds, seahorses and turtles.
I am happy for fruits and vegetables, those yummy morsels that spring miraculously from the earth each season.
I am happy for honest and joyful children, that absorb everything like a sponge and are capable of amazing feats.
I am happy for the wisdom of Maya Angelou, the inspiration for this post, who prays for each and everyone one of us every day. She told me so last week at the DC charter school named for her. When you imagine such an amazing and elegant woman thinking of you every day, you have a reason to rejoice.
Bunnies are cute but they don't make very good pets. Speaking of bunnies, I really need to donate some blood. I haven't gone since last August.
My summer plans:
June: Work, and then California for a week to see my grandma that lives in the Philippines, and more work in DC.
July: Finish work in DC, then home to California for 2 weeks (last time I'll be home for a year).
August: Living in Balto and commuting to DC to take a class. In late August, I head to Italia.
I will be in Italy from August 2006 - June 2007, so you better buy your tickets for Europe now.
Friday, May 26, 2006
I received a huge complement this past week. A Trinity 06-er asked for a copy of my senior thesis because she plans on doing work in Tijuana about artistic and cultural movements, which is part of my thesis. I couldn't email it all to her because the file is huge--5.5 MB. But I'm so happy I have been contacted about my work. I'm very proud of that baby. I worked on it all senior year, and used the same topic for my Spanish thesis as well as my International Studies thesis so I had to write a version in Spanish and a version in English (they're pretty different) and one is 75 pages and the other 50. I even filmed and photographed the Tijuana-San Diego border area because I was going to make a documentary, but it ended up being too much work for me to handle at that point.
I'm so proud that my work was remembered by a professor and recommended to a student, and I'm so happy it will be used! Maybe this is a glimpse of my future--research, writing, and being used as a resource.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Carried 2 boxes of donuts for 4 miles
Consumed 200 calories in donuts
Served a Nigerian princess
Saw two birds hashing it out in a gutter
Got asked "What the f--- I was doing 'here' - yeah, you heard me"
Looked through the sewer grates to see stagnant water, leaves, and litter
Got yelled at for no reason at all
Was asked for money more times than I can count
Ate 6 servings of fruits and vegetables
Bought my ticket to Italy
Consumed 600 calories in donuts
Spent 77 minutes on the phone with my boyfriend complaining about people
Became more optimistic and a little excited for my future
Top flavors of the moment:
1. Vine-ripened tomatoes
2. Lime juice
3. Chili-garlic "rooster" sauce
4. Sweet vidalia onions
5. Corn on the cob
We have many, many bottles of sauces and condiments that I would like to use up before we move out of this apartment at the end of June. It will be fun finding uses for capers and relish, mole and caribbean heat, blue cheese dressing and spicy brown mustard.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Oh, and I found a way to beat the system RE: spinach. At my local grocery, the baby spinach in a pack is $7.98/lb. The salad bar is $4.99/lb. So what you do is stuff as much spinach as you can manage in the salad bar container. That's what I did, it came out to .8 lb of spinach, and I ended up paying a lot less for my baby spinach.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
I've also been having some freaky dreams. I'm going to try to remember them to blog about later. I wish we could record and watch our dreams like movies.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
Originally uploaded by tamjpn.
Everything is gonna be alright,
Everything is gonna be alright,
Everything is gonna be alright,
This is my new mantra, and also the chorus of a Yellowcard song. I'm having money-and-school anxiety so this is what I try to repeat to myself. Yesterday was a Sunday, and Sundays are wonderful. When I was a little girl I used to think that Sundays were so named because they were always, always sunny. But I think that turned out to be a combination of coincidence and the fact that I used to live in sunny Southern California. Yesterday turned out to be a perfect sunny Spring day. We had a friend over for fish tacos and Tecate and we ate so much that we decided to try to take a nap on the roof but ended up in the hot tub instead. I was soooo ready to go to bed at that point but stayed up watching "This is Spinal Tap." It's really funny. So funny, in fact, that I'm watching it for the second time right now.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I made jambalaya today for the first time and I must say I like it. Spicy. I'm so glad my new roomies have a million and one spices with which to play!
So there's really no excuse.
I better hear from you soon, or else! And you can't "cheat" by just reading my blog and not contributing one single word. Seriously.
However, from what I can tell after a bit of googling, Temblique is a Filipino surname, temblique means something like tremble in Spanish, and Temblique is a small town in the province of Cagayan, the Philippines. There must be some reason for me thinking of this particular word. For all I know, I have distant ancestors from Temblique (I'm half Filipina). So I keep thinking that I need to go to Temblique because I'm pretty sure they need me there. It seems like a pretty insignificant town judging by the lack of google hits. But if I'm not meant to go to Temblique, why did I wake up one morning thinking about that darn word?
Sunday, April 23, 2006
I think I look good with the White House behind me like this. I should wear suits every day.
This was my second visit to the White House--the first being earlier this week for the Easter Egg Roll. I went to greet President Hu Jintao of China for his arrival ceremony. There was a lot of pomp and circumstance for this event, and yes, I did hear the Chinese lady screaming for a good 2 minutes. You could still hear her as she was being dragged away.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
I think I should turn my blog into a steamy sex novel. I'm just thinking about this now because I read through my blog and BOY am I lame! It's no wonder the average viewing time for my blog is 1.23 minutes! No, I'm really considering having some kind of gimmick for my blog. Like the woman that did Julia Child's French recipes in a year. I just wonder if I'm that dedicated.
I used to love to write. Especially poems and song lyrics (or lyrics written to the tune of songs that periodically got stuck in my head). I would write these embarassingly honest, confession-style pieces on my teen angst and unrecquited love and my teachers would make me or a friend read them out loud to the class (because, they said, it was good writing) and at the time I would be embarassed to show so much of myself to my classmates but it was only later that I would get super duper ashamed of myself for being so self-absorbed and mopey. It's seems as though I don't produce writing unless I am feeling particularly sorry about myself. That's no way to be a writer.
I need happy stuff to write about. I think I would do a good job writing about children, because they are insanely hilarious and true and brilliant. Don't worry, I don't want to have kids of my own yet, although I do find myself getting jealous of the big belly. Especially the big belly on young, thin women. But I'm still at the stage in my life where I need to devote a lot of time to the ME. That's why I'm going to grad school, that's why I'm going away. That's why I'm going to build up my brain with things I find interesting. Because I have only recently been self-aware in this way (stop pitying myself, take pleasure in the small things, stop being so awkward and weird you're confusing people, etc). Stop being the mysterious, start being the me. Start asking questions when I don't understand and trying to make myself understood (like actually explaining myself rather than offering one-word answers).
I would love to be confrontational, but I don't know if that will ever happen. I really want to yell at people sometimes. I want to tell people to buzz off when they're disrespectful. And ask my loved ones why they do stupid sh*t. Start defending myself. Start kicking some self-righteous ass, start showing people that girls rock and you need to stop screwing them over every which way. I do feel sorry for the boys though, too. I realize there's a lot of unrealistic expectations for boys as well. I always end up talking about some of the world's problems by the end of my larger blogs. I guess it's because I'm lacking in the personal problem department.
So, again I apologize for the absence of such personal information in my blog. I'm mostly just trying to work it out. The good news is that all folks can comment, pending my approval of course (Ray I have never refused one of your comments, I only got rid of one from a stranger who didn't read my blog but was trying to advertise a pyramid scheme to my friends).
Monday, April 17, 2006
It was postively brilliant except for the freezing rainy conditions. I took my picture with PBS cartoon character Caillou, saw Laura and George W. up close, took a picture of Jack Hannah, pet a dingo and an alligator, and escorted a few middle schoolers (who were too cool for school) around. And I was part of the 1st group too, so we got first dibs on pretty much everything. The rain definitely put a damper on a few things, but that didn't stop me from being in total awe of my surroundings and of the cool tradition in which I was partaking. I'm a total sucker for Americana. And Latin Americana too. But that's a story for another day.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Now my roommates and I are finishing up our preparations for Easter supper. We're going to a co-worker's houses to have supper. We started cooking last night at 9pm, preparing such delights as scalloped potatoes, asparagus, chick cupcakes, and key lime pie. I'll have to take pictures to show how everything turned out. I have been neglecting my camera lately because it's extremely slow.
Since I've moved and the weather has turned so mild and lovely I've gotten to see a whole different side of DC. Flowers are in full bloom, the trees have regained their leaves, and I'm back in my flip-flops. Yesterday my bf and I took a nap in a nearby park. There's just something about Spring. And the same goes for Easter. I've recently decided that Easter is my favorite holiday. But I keep thinking of my nieces and how I'm missing them going on egg hunts and wearing their cute dresses and hats and donning their baskets. Easter is the most visually appealing of holidays to me, so I've been searching for a picture that represents Easter to me. It has proven very challenging, especially because I haven't taken any pictures of my own in a while.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
I randomly got an email from a coworker about a private, free, intimate Wyclef Jean concert in DC. I spoke to Wyclef, signed a t-shirt for him, danced on stage with all the other girls, took tons of pictures, and got yelled at for trying to take a centerpiece. So much fun! And very unexpected. I guess it made it up for the 3 very expensive parking tickets I acquired in the past 2 days. It's funny how life humbles and surprises you sometimes.
Monday, April 03, 2006
I keep thinking about being in Italy. My Italian is even coming back to me. I studied it for 3 semesters. My last class was in 2002. That was when I took Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese at the same time. I wish I got paid to study languages all day. I also wish I knew a non-Romance language besides English. I think when I go back to school I'll probably study French, but I would love to learn Arabic, Korean, or Thai.
I'm mostly just writing because I haven't written in a while. And there's a raging storm going on right now. I'm on the 9th floor, so it's really loud up here.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
The very first thing I did when we got internet in my home in 1996:
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
The other day while I was running to the metro to catch a train to Baltimore I ran into someone I hadn't seen in 6 years. I can't believe I'm old enough to run into someone I haven't seen in 6 years. He's a high school classmate. I knew he was in the District though (because of facebook). Speaking of which, if you have facebook you should look me up and add me as your friend. Some day I will be one of those "friends" that are really good to have. You'll see.
I have been thinking a lot about religion lately due to some work we're doing with interfaith groups. It's all very interesting especially since I haven't been thinking much about my faith for the past few years. I've decided I need to bone up on my knowledge of world religions. I've forgotten a lot about my religion even! A recent Pew poll is very illuminating--in this country, Jews and Catholics are seen more favorably by Americans than Evangelical Christians and Muslims. We have come a long way as a country by being more inclusive to Jews and Catholics (they used to be looked down upon by our mostly White Protestant country) but there's still a long way to go as far as Evangelical Christians and Muslims. Also, not surprisingly, the younger generation (ages 18-29) look upon Muslims more favorably than any other generation and the people that actually say they know Muslims personally view Muslims a lot more favorably than anyone else. And, yes, Americans are still really hostile towards Atheists. I should have asked one of the speakers at the interfaith conference today what they think about those guys.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Hawaii is da bomb. And I love their license plates. Check out this one from our first rental car (the tire blew out mysteriously, the same day our friend Scully's tire also blew out--weird):
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
"I see you"
A customary greeting in central Africa, "I see you" is a brilliant recognition of the individual. At Best Buddies, we see people with intellectual disabilities as equals, as co-workers and as friends. Instead of saying hello, we say, "I see you."
Monday, February 27, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
...At least that's what I like to think (should my pride be 'very low'? That doesn't sound very American).
It's very true that I'm a glutton. Today I ate my weight in lovely cheeses. But then my lactose intolerance kicked in so I paid dearly for that one. However I DID narrowly avoid buying and consuming a taro boba. You should be proud of me. I'm just like my dog. All we think about is where our next meal is coming from.
I need to think about something more productive and positive. Maybe I should concentrate on how I can be part of the solution to some of the world's problems, like the unequal distribution of the earth's resources, wealth, power, etc. Ay de mi.
I wish we all had the power and desire to make each other's lives perfect. I still believe in common decency. But in the real world this doesn't happen. In general, people can't be bothered to be nice to each other. Why do we make goo-goo faces at babies and then when the babies grow into young people and adults we make ugly assumptions about them and pretend they're not there until they cut us off on the road or something?
What one group wants doesn't always match with what others want. Sometimes my instinct tells me to go hide in a grass hut or favela/slum somewhere and listen to music and play with kids and pretend that everything and everyone is all fine and dandy. Kids are awesome. This quiz is also pretty fun. Take it and reflect.
How do you measure up? Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
First of all, what's a Throg? Why is it's neck important enough to be put on a sign?
I am also very disturbed by the people driving this car. All the things glued on it are renditions of hands. The driver was going 50 miles an hour, so we quickly passed him, but I saw a phrase on the car, something along the lines of "Epicenter of the universe..." The driver, who looked like a hippy Santa Claus, was going so slow that after stopping for a sit down lunch at Bob's Big Boy we passed him a second time on the road. So I got this picture, through my bf's very dirty window.
Friday, February 24, 2006
We do it island style.
For example/Por ejemplo/Per essempio:
Okay in the middle of thinking of these words I thought of a bunch of words that don't work. So I guess my theory isn't sound. But it's still fun to think about. I had you going there for a second, didn't I?
My family has an extensive history with In-n-Out. My 3 siblings and I, along with my 2 sisters-in-law and a cousin, have all worked there at some point. They only exist in CA, NV, and AZ. One of my brothers manages a store back home. We've never gotten tired of the food, even though the menu ONLY consists of burgers, fries, and shakes. No onion rings, no bbq sauce, no chicken sandwiches, no kids meals.
Always fresh, never frozen.
McDonalds, Burger Kings, Bob's Big Boys, Starbucks
GW bridge traffic (Throgs Neck smells how it sounds)
frozen faces, smiling faces, sparkly engagement ring
kemps + blockuses + quoridors (suck)
thai and turkish, and then serbo-croatian & nepali, honduran & hungarian
fishbone surgery and peos hediondos
polar bear puppets and penguin paraphernelia
panoramic views of the Haven
no buying wine on Sunday, but drinking beer in "Bar" okay (silly Puritan state)
Yalies are great, their significant others too
old friends and kinda new
hope to see them again real soon!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
I look like a skittle. I'm wearing purple sweats and an orange hoodie. And my brand new snow boots. Don't worry, I haven't left the house in this get-up. I'm snowed in for now (see pic). But I'm so happy about the snow! Since I didn't spend my sunny So Cal childhood playing with snow I have a lot of catching up to do.
Colors are my favorite. I used to only wear black, gray, and blue--but now the brighter the better. I think it all started senior year in college. I wonder if that indicates some kind of fundamental change in my personality or attitude since my teenage years. Hopefully.
Anyway, I'm also ecstatic for this year's "spring break." I'm going to Hawaii. I went last April, but to a different island. There, it was japanese tourists and Coach stores and traffic and dining out. This one is pretty remote. From the pictures I've seen it's just mountains and beach and hiking and tanning. Sounds good to me. Quality time in my "carrot" orange bikini. I plan on regaining the color I've lost during my stint in the East Coast. Truthfully, the color of my skin just hasn't been the same since I first came here for college 6 years ago. But I guess what matters most is the content of my character. Skittles, snow, color, and future travel plans to warmer climes. And apparently now Friendly's triple chocolate ice cream. To which I will now devote my attention.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
It's 78.5 degrees in my apartment in the middle of winter in DC. We don't even turn on our heat. We just happen to live right next to the boiler room. It's so hot that I am developing heat rashes behind my knees as we speak. I'm trying not to scratch them.
And we don't get any natural light in our apartment at all. On the weekend I'll wake up in the dark thinking that it's still 5am or something, when it's actually 1pm. And we're paying for this 2-bed 1-bath dirt floor cave as much as my parents were paying a few years ago for a 5-bed 3-bath house with huge back, front, and side yards.
Just to clarify, I love my apartment because it's in the most awesomest location, ever.
Consider the global priorities in spending in 1998
(in $U.S. Billions)
6---Basic education for everyone in the world
8---Cosmetics in the United States
9---Water and sanitation for everyone in the world
11---Ice cream in Europe
12---Reproductive health for all women in the world
12---Perfumes in Europe and the United States
13---Basic health and nutrition for everyone in the world
17---Pet foods in Europe and the United States
35---Business entertainment in Japan
50---Cigarettes in Europe
105---Alcoholic drinks in Europe
400---Narcotics drugs in the world
780---Military spending in the world
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
I keep thinking about this gorilla gorilla gorilla (actual scientific name).
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Every day, someone asks me if I've done something to my hair. I'm very happy with my haircut. I got it for free from a hairstylist that's into "strong women" ie. "butch women with thick necks and almost no hair." So she lopped off basically all my hair, and her colorist added a cool tri-colored chunk that reminds me of the mirror I made in woodshop in 7th grade (I made it out of three different kinds of wood and it won a blue ribbon at the county fair). Resulta que, my hair looks different every day, and all I have to do is towel it dry in the morning and voila. And when I clip it back in different and interesting ways it looks different. It even looks different when I wear glasses vs. contacts.
But enough about my hair. I guess my point was, the best things in life ARE free. Like the free lunch a got from a co-worker today. It was delicious and gingery and white-ricey.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
But I felt better, and I bought myself an Augusten Burroughs book to read while I waited for the next train.
Sorry for sharing, but I'm a gross person and you're just going to have to deal. Or not read my blog.
Other gross things that I've experienced:
Vomiting through my nose. It burns so bad. And when you're done throwing up, you have to blow your nose and get out the remaining food particles and bile. Disgusting.
Bird pooping on my head. I was in 3rd grade, and I don't recall really washing it off. I think I just brushed my hand through my hair and called it a day. Little kids are so dirty.
Rabbit poop in my mouth. When I was in high school, back in the days I had to wake up at 6am everyday (how did I pull that off?!?)I decided to have a brownie for breakfast. As I walked past my rabbit's cage with the brownie, I dropped a few pieces. So naturally I picked them up and put them in my mouth. And then I chewed and pondered for a bit--detected something strange (hmm I don't remember putting walnuts in these brownies)--and figured out that I had been trying to crunch on my rabbit's poop. So I spit everything out and proceeded to gargle and brush my teeth til the taste was gone. Blech.
Okay are you totally grossed out and scared of me yet?
Saturday, January 14, 2006
I was surprised at all the very young, cranky, and misbehaved children at the museums. Half the time their parents would be dragging them away from the exhibits they hadn't gotten tired of yet. What's the point of bringing them in the first place?! And within 10 seconds I had picked up two little boy's dropped shoes. Usually when I see kids doing fun stuff I wish I had my nieces to play with, but today I was glad to be roaming around at my own pace without worrying about anyone's poopy pants but my own.
The PeaceCorps Skank called me mid-museum. He said he has a blog. Once I get the link I will put it on here so you can check it out.
And on the way back I yelled at people for blocking the metro door. The Metro's awful on the weekends.