Orange is my absolute favorite color (even though I love all colors, except for red, which I generally do not wear).
And this is Italia! Tengo tantas ganas de ir a Italia.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
She's Got Bette Davis Eyes
I was at the free zoo the other day and lo que más me impresionó fue the gorilla exhibit. I guess for me that's always the highlight of zoo-type places. I instantly made friends with the largest male gorilla at the zoo. The trick is, you go in there with your back turned to him, and then you look at him from over your shoulder. It's all about the posture with these animals. So yeah, I did that and he was making eyes at me within seconds, even though there were a bunch of 
kids right in front of him pounding on the glass. Every once in a while the gorilla would glare at this one boy in particular. Those kids were being obnoxious, and I wish someone had told them not to bother the poor animal (I'm not in the habit of speaking up in such situations). It was weird because this gorilla was actually leaning on the glass, he was so close. I could have stayed there for hours just looking at him from over my shoulder. His eyes were so expressive and intelligent. I think the gorilla is like 30 years old. He's seen a lot of this world. But after about 7 minutes of kids yelling at him and pounding on the glass, he retired to a more "private" section of the Ape House.
I keep thinking about this gorilla gorilla gorilla (actual scientific name).
kids right in front of him pounding on the glass. Every once in a while the gorilla would glare at this one boy in particular. Those kids were being obnoxious, and I wish someone had told them not to bother the poor animal (I'm not in the habit of speaking up in such situations). It was weird because this gorilla was actually leaning on the glass, he was so close. I could have stayed there for hours just looking at him from over my shoulder. His eyes were so expressive and intelligent. I think the gorilla is like 30 years old. He's seen a lot of this world. But after about 7 minutes of kids yelling at him and pounding on the glass, he retired to a more "private" section of the Ape House.I keep thinking about this gorilla gorilla gorilla (actual scientific name).
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Pabst Blue Ribbon
I kept myself awake last night thinking about my monetary sich. I figured out that in my current position someone basically hands me $1 every 5 minutes. When I think about it that way, I'm not very satisfied. I think getting $1/minute would be much more satisfactory. That's what I was getting when I taught last semester. It was awesome, and well worth it. Hopefully I can teach the class again next quarter. I'm very poor. Well, at least I have learned how to eat on $4-8 a day and mooch off my boyfriend. He's always good for dinner out or something, which is nice, because one gets sick of what one cooks day after day.
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.
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
Be Warned: Gross Post
Today I missed a train due to diarrhea. It was like in one of those ex-lax commercials. I couldn't leave the bathroom, and I heard the conductor say "all aboard," and by the time I ran out to the gate, the train to DC was just pulling away. 
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?
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
Smithsonienne
I finally made it to 2 free museums today and had a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon. Highlights: Lincoln's hat, glow-in-the-dark minerals, jewels that made me want to burgle (I'm convinced jewels bring out the worst in mankind), Julia Child's irreverence, learning about Sikhs and realizing that I have known many in my life.
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.
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.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Hoodwinked
...I have been into creating a blog. Ok now I need to get to what I was originally supposed to do, which is post on my roommate's blog.
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