I don't know how to start this blog. I mean I've been away from it so long that I've been practically obsessing over how I should make up for all these past months. I've thought of giving my usual lame excuses. Like the fact that I've been working two jobs over the summer and I've been nothing but a work zombie and practically living to just work... or I was contemplating just starting up again as if I never stopped writing my blog. But I thought well it's not like anyone but me cares where I've been, but I'd like to think someone out there does.
So I've been playing around with ways to "get back into the groove" and start writing again. I've been writing other things that I've planned to post later because I don't want to make like nothing happened, because I've always thought that was weird for people to do. So in the progress of thinking of how to "get back in the groove" I've been procrastinating and putting it off and in the process not been "getting back in the groove".
All this talk about groove makes me think of the movie "The Emperor's New Groove". I love that movie so much. I remember when I first watched it, it was an amazing adventure of a man-llama that is David Spade (who I grew to love because of this movie), and a man-man who is John Goodman (who I've already loved since seeing the movie "O Brother Where Art Thou"). I mean when you think about it logically, this movie just seems really funny. It's a LLAMA and a MAN... okay so it's extremely stupid, but in a totally awesome way.
But do you see what I mean about "getting back into the groove" I have a disability to ever stay on track of things. But you all know this already... I mean in the half a week course of me writing this one entry, I've written one and a half other entries, listened to two episodes of Judge John Hodgman, one episode of MBMBAM, posted something to the MBMBAM forum. And then I googled Jude Law's fucked up teeth in the movie "Contagion" and then pondered over if I should rent the movie "Singin' In the Rain" on the retarded-ness that is the iTunes movie rentals, because I can't, for the life of me find this movie in any store. And then I learned that the movie is coming up on it's 60th anniversary so they are probably going to come out with a 60th dvd collection for this movie. But in the process I bought a bunch of other older musicals on DVD and began watching those. Then I decided what I was writing for this entry wasn't good enough, deleted all but the first section, and then re-wrote all of this. Searched on iTunes some more for music from the musical Sweeney Todd, then came back to edit this post a little more.
But now I'm finishing up this post because you know what, I have decided that I am and will post on my blog... it's just been taking me a while. Because I do enjoy writing, I really do. I've just been really busy and ya'll don't want to hear me just rambling about work right? Right.
So in short, I'm back. I'm getting in the groove. I promise. And I plan to resume my posts on this blog.
That is all.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Random, Randomness, Jake Gyllenhaal and a Velociraptor. I Think I'm in Love.
Conversational Tangents. I'm famous for them. Whenever I talk to my friends I tend to go off on the weirdest tangents. Now that I think about it all of my friends go off on the strangest tangents. We'll talk about one thing for a few moments and then just bring up something completely random. And then after that moment of randomness is over and we want to get back to the original conversation it takes us a while to remember what the hell we were talking about because the conversational tangent was so freaking random.
I don't think the word random has ever been used so much in a single utterance.... Random.
It makes me feel like I have a bad memory and I have an early onset of Alzheimer's. Because Alzheimer's totally runs in my family and it's one of my greatest fears to grow old and not be able to remember anything, like the old lady in "The Notebook". I won't be able to remember who I am, what I accomplished in my life, who my kids are, who my husband is. And then what would be the purpose of living if I'm just going to forget it in a couple of minutes? I suppose living for the moment? But how could I live in the moment if I don't even know who I am? But I digress... And do you see what I mean? I mean do you know just how much effort it takes me to just stay on topic for this blog?
It can't be normal how easily I get side tracked with things. And it's not just conversations that I get side tracked in. Whenever I browse the Internet or YouTube, I always seem to deviate from the originally searched item, or video.
For example, one day I decided, hmmm... I really like me some Jake Gyllenhaal, I'm gonna look him up to see what other movies he was in. Wikipedia, sure I love wikipedia *click*. Oh "Love and Other Drugs" I love that movie. Who the hell was the dude who played the brother, he was funny *click*. Oh he was in the broadway musical "25th Annual Putnam County Fair" oh cool, I totally love that musical. And he was also in this other play called "The Book of Mormon" oh cool *click*. The creators of that play is the same people who did "Avenue Q" cool. I love that musical too *click*. Oh my gosh I love the song "The Internet is for Porn" from AveQ, what are the lyrics to that again. Oh yeah, here they are. What was I on the Internet again for?
I mean thank god for a back history button on the freaking Internet browser, because if not I wouldn't be able to keep track of what the hell I was originally searching for. Especially if it's something important. Like for research papers, those are the worse. It's cause I have self diagnosed ADD. I can never really focus on the task in front of me.
But, like I was saying earlier, the worse tangents are conversational ones with my friends. A very good example of me having conversational tangents are with my friends when I'm on the phone. I don't know why, but random thoughts always seem to pop into my mind. A good example was of me and my friend, we started talking about dreams, then about giant squids, then randomly talking about velociraptors. It gets to the point where we have fun just tracking how we came to a certain point in our conversations. Sometimes it takes us a while. Because unfortunately my conversations do not have a back history button.
If you can logically make out the path my friend and I took that lead to that conversation I"ll give the first person who gets it right a little something something. Because lord knows that it took us a couple of minutes to figure out where we went in that conversational journey.
But in all honesty, I don't think my conversations, or life for that matter, would be as interesting as it is if they weren't for my weird tangents.
I don't think the word random has ever been used so much in a single utterance.... Random.
It makes me feel like I have a bad memory and I have an early onset of Alzheimer's. Because Alzheimer's totally runs in my family and it's one of my greatest fears to grow old and not be able to remember anything, like the old lady in "The Notebook". I won't be able to remember who I am, what I accomplished in my life, who my kids are, who my husband is. And then what would be the purpose of living if I'm just going to forget it in a couple of minutes? I suppose living for the moment? But how could I live in the moment if I don't even know who I am? But I digress... And do you see what I mean? I mean do you know just how much effort it takes me to just stay on topic for this blog?
It can't be normal how easily I get side tracked with things. And it's not just conversations that I get side tracked in. Whenever I browse the Internet or YouTube, I always seem to deviate from the originally searched item, or video.
For example, one day I decided, hmmm... I really like me some Jake Gyllenhaal, I'm gonna look him up to see what other movies he was in. Wikipedia, sure I love wikipedia *click*. Oh "Love and Other Drugs" I love that movie. Who the hell was the dude who played the brother, he was funny *click*. Oh he was in the broadway musical "25th Annual Putnam County Fair" oh cool, I totally love that musical. And he was also in this other play called "The Book of Mormon" oh cool *click*. The creators of that play is the same people who did "Avenue Q" cool. I love that musical too *click*. Oh my gosh I love the song "The Internet is for Porn" from AveQ, what are the lyrics to that again. Oh yeah, here they are. What was I on the Internet again for?
I mean thank god for a back history button on the freaking Internet browser, because if not I wouldn't be able to keep track of what the hell I was originally searching for. Especially if it's something important. Like for research papers, those are the worse. It's cause I have self diagnosed ADD. I can never really focus on the task in front of me.
But, like I was saying earlier, the worse tangents are conversational ones with my friends. A very good example of me having conversational tangents are with my friends when I'm on the phone. I don't know why, but random thoughts always seem to pop into my mind. A good example was of me and my friend, we started talking about dreams, then about giant squids, then randomly talking about velociraptors. It gets to the point where we have fun just tracking how we came to a certain point in our conversations. Sometimes it takes us a while. Because unfortunately my conversations do not have a back history button.
If you can logically make out the path my friend and I took that lead to that conversation I"ll give the first person who gets it right a little something something. Because lord knows that it took us a couple of minutes to figure out where we went in that conversational journey.
But in all honesty, I don't think my conversations, or life for that matter, would be as interesting as it is if they weren't for my weird tangents.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Tell Me To Do Something, and I'll Do It... Just Six Years Latter
I've always been the type of person who doesn't like to do things just because everyone else is doing it. But at the same time I very much like to do certain things because everyone else is doing it. So here I am constantly in a loop of not wanting to do things and then caving in, and I totally end up doing it. Not illegal things. Like drugs or something like that, for those kinds of things I can keep a firm stand but it's for trivial things like watching a TV show or movie, or listening to music, or checking out web sites. Granted these things are really minor, but sometimes I just feel so... I don't know... Like a not-wanna-be-follower or something along those lines.
My most recent experience of this has been in regards to the TV show "The Office". Everyone has said how much they enjoy the show, and how it was so funny, and how everything about it was so awesome. So here I am with everyone telling me I should watch it and that I'd just absolutely love it. But what do I do? I don't watch it of course. I mean first of all how can I? I can't just watch a show from the middle of a serries and expect to get all the inside jokes of the show. And did I mention that I hate being one of those people who just like things because everyone else likes it. So in conclusion I decided that I just didn't and wouldn't ever get "The Office" and I'd just let everyone enjoy their show that I just would never watch.
But after all these years of friends telling me I should watch it, when I finally get me some Netflix instant play on my iPad, I cave in and watch from the beginning. I mean really all shows should be watched from the beginning to get the full effect of the program. So I watched the first few episodes and surprise, surprise... I'm in absolute love with the show. Like everything else in my life, I began obsessively watching episodes like crazy. I mean it was all right there for the watching, so I watched them. I watched them all in like a week and a half.
And now I'm one of those people who watch "The Office". I never thought I was going to be one of those people, but I turned into one of those people. And now that I'm watching this show all I can talk about are Office references, and because I'm so behind everyone watching "The Office" no one really gets the references, they just kind of smile and nod and look at me like I'm a crazy person.
I suppose this is what I get for hopping on "The Office" train so late. Perhaps the lesson here should be to just try things before I make absolute decisions that I'm totally not going to keep.
My most recent experience of this has been in regards to the TV show "The Office". Everyone has said how much they enjoy the show, and how it was so funny, and how everything about it was so awesome. So here I am with everyone telling me I should watch it and that I'd just absolutely love it. But what do I do? I don't watch it of course. I mean first of all how can I? I can't just watch a show from the middle of a serries and expect to get all the inside jokes of the show. And did I mention that I hate being one of those people who just like things because everyone else likes it. So in conclusion I decided that I just didn't and wouldn't ever get "The Office" and I'd just let everyone enjoy their show that I just would never watch.
But after all these years of friends telling me I should watch it, when I finally get me some Netflix instant play on my iPad, I cave in and watch from the beginning. I mean really all shows should be watched from the beginning to get the full effect of the program. So I watched the first few episodes and surprise, surprise... I'm in absolute love with the show. Like everything else in my life, I began obsessively watching episodes like crazy. I mean it was all right there for the watching, so I watched them. I watched them all in like a week and a half.
And now I'm one of those people who watch "The Office". I never thought I was going to be one of those people, but I turned into one of those people. And now that I'm watching this show all I can talk about are Office references, and because I'm so behind everyone watching "The Office" no one really gets the references, they just kind of smile and nod and look at me like I'm a crazy person.
I suppose this is what I get for hopping on "The Office" train so late. Perhaps the lesson here should be to just try things before I make absolute decisions that I'm totally not going to keep.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Harry Potter and the Crazed and Obsessive Fan-Girl.
Soooo... The new Harry Potter film is coming out soon. Like in a little over a month. And I'm kind of freaking out. Why are you freaking out you may ask? Well... Because 12 years of my 21 years of life has been filled with the obsession that is Harry Potter. What am I going to do when this chapter of my life has officially come to an end? What am I going to do when the final movie comes out on DVD and there will be nothing new of the Harry Potter world coming to life, because everything is official done with? I fear I'm going to be one of those people who live in the past and I'll be telling my kids all about the time I stood in line for midnight openings, and how those were the days. Uggg! I sound like a grandma.
You may be thinking, stop being such a drama queen. Harry Potter couldn't have taken up that much of your life. Well.. let me tell you... From the moment I picked up my first Harry Potter book my life changed forever. I know that sounds dramatic, but it is so true. When I read I become so engrossed, a natural disaster could be happening around me, and if it's a good book, like Harry Potter, I wouldn't notice a god damn' thing. I feel like Harry, Hermione, and Ron have become members of my imaginary, awesome, fictional family. When Harry went through things I was right along side him cheering him on. When the golden trio were fighting I wanted they so desperately to get back together. And the many times I thought all hope was lost, I was beyond devastated.
Granted I sound like a crazy person, but this is truly how I feel about the Harry Potter books. when I finished the last book, it really was quite bitter sweet because it was over. I knew the ending, but there was going to be no more stories of the-boy-who-I-fell-in-love-with. I felt like, well now what? So what I did I do, I immediately started to re-read the last book again. I was in such a state of shock that ther serries was officially over that I NEEDED to re-read so I wouldn't go into a deep dark depression. I'm dramatic, so sue me.
What about the movies? you may ask. Well, like any TRUE Harry Potter fan, I hate them. Well I don't hate them but I'm not as in love with them as I am the books. The only reason I go to midnight movie openings is because it is Harry Potter. I'm one of those people who complain about what they left out of the movies, and how horrible the acting is, and how I could have potentially written the screen play much much better. But at the same time I love it, because anything to do with the Harry Potter universe I'm instantly love it.
So after I finished the last book I at least had the movies to look forward to in my Harry Potter universe. But now that the last movie is coming out soon, what am I going to do? How am I going to react to this major chapter in my life coming to a close? What will my life amount to? Okay so I know that's dramatic but it's how I feel okay... I know I'll get over it eventually, but right now in this moment, I'm kind of freaking out just thinking about it.
So I guess to get over this I'll start re-reading from the beginning. I have about a month and a half. Let the Harry Potter reading marathon begin!
You may be thinking, stop being such a drama queen. Harry Potter couldn't have taken up that much of your life. Well.. let me tell you... From the moment I picked up my first Harry Potter book my life changed forever. I know that sounds dramatic, but it is so true. When I read I become so engrossed, a natural disaster could be happening around me, and if it's a good book, like Harry Potter, I wouldn't notice a god damn' thing. I feel like Harry, Hermione, and Ron have become members of my imaginary, awesome, fictional family. When Harry went through things I was right along side him cheering him on. When the golden trio were fighting I wanted they so desperately to get back together. And the many times I thought all hope was lost, I was beyond devastated.
Granted I sound like a crazy person, but this is truly how I feel about the Harry Potter books. when I finished the last book, it really was quite bitter sweet because it was over. I knew the ending, but there was going to be no more stories of the-boy-who-I-fell-in-love-with. I felt like, well now what? So what I did I do, I immediately started to re-read the last book again. I was in such a state of shock that ther serries was officially over that I NEEDED to re-read so I wouldn't go into a deep dark depression. I'm dramatic, so sue me.
What about the movies? you may ask. Well, like any TRUE Harry Potter fan, I hate them. Well I don't hate them but I'm not as in love with them as I am the books. The only reason I go to midnight movie openings is because it is Harry Potter. I'm one of those people who complain about what they left out of the movies, and how horrible the acting is, and how I could have potentially written the screen play much much better. But at the same time I love it, because anything to do with the Harry Potter universe I'm instantly love it.
So after I finished the last book I at least had the movies to look forward to in my Harry Potter universe. But now that the last movie is coming out soon, what am I going to do? How am I going to react to this major chapter in my life coming to a close? What will my life amount to? Okay so I know that's dramatic but it's how I feel okay... I know I'll get over it eventually, but right now in this moment, I'm kind of freaking out just thinking about it.
So I guess to get over this I'll start re-reading from the beginning. I have about a month and a half. Let the Harry Potter reading marathon begin!
Monday, May 16, 2011
Like a Koala to a Eucalyptus, MBMBAM is My New Drug.
In ninth grade it was Xanga. In tenth grade it was Myspace. In my junior year it was Youtube. In college it was Facebook. (well it's still Facebook) But now, in this very moment, it's podcasts. I was never the type of person who was the listening sort. I've always been a more visual and physical learner. Like I would always have to use all of my mind powers to really focus on a class lecture, and I've always learned better when there were cool power points to look or even a kick ass hand outs to follow along with. So when my friend told me I should listen to this podcast that he's been listening to, you have to understand my imediate hesitation.
Like I said, I'm just not a good listener when it comes to the JUST listening part. I hate audio books because my mind always drifts and I always end up going on the Internet and reading something else or I just fall asleep, and then the audio book is all lost on me. Not to mention the person reading the book is usually just creepy to me. like the dude who reads the Harry Potter novels reads it so weird, and that is not the voice I want to hear when imagining the very precious Harry Potter universe. So when he said I should listen to this podcast I didn't think I could physically and mentally listen to this podcast. I thought it was going to be so weird listening to these guys blabber on for 30-60 minutes. I just never really understood why people would listen to podcasts. And I'm not gonna lie, I always thought podcasts were for people all into politics and stuffs, or for people who need self confidence boosters, or they needed knitting or crafting advice. But I decided what the heck, my friend has never wronged me, I'll give it a listen.
I downloaded the first episode and I was pleasantly surprised at how enjoyable it was. These dudes were funny as shit and I was super, mega (Jesup), ultra, entertained. So I downloaded a couple more episodes to listen to when I had nothing else to do. And the thing is the shows got better and better as it went along. I was hooked, addicted, obsessed by episode two, and it went beyond only listening when I was bored, I was listening like it was my new drug and I would carve out time in my day to listen to... Ready for the name of the show... Wait for it.... My Brother, My Brother and Me. (or if you are a true fan MBMBAM, that's pronounced ma-bim-bam)
So I had about 30 episodes to work my way through, and they usually do a show once a week (usually Mondays), so I was quickly running out of shows to listen to. It was like a huge double edged sword where I could listen to all the shows and enjoy them over a shorter period of time, or I could stretch it out over a longer period of time. The thing is, if I caught up with their shows, then I'd be in the loop. But if I caught up with the show, I'd have to wait a whole week before I can listen to a new episode. It was my Sophie's Choice, it was me wanting to have my cake and eat it too. But me being me, I live in the now, in the present, and I went into a show coma, and I just ate them all up like a deliciously moist cake not caring about the calories that would be on my proverbial hips, and I was soon out of episodes to listen to.
It was like finishing the last Harry Potter book, I almost didn't know what to do with myself. I felt like well now what? I can't wait for four more days (I started on a Sunday and finished listening to them all on a Thursday)for a new episode. So like the obsessed fan that I am, I stared listening to my favorite episodes again. Yes, I'm one of those people. I'm one of those people who re-read books, re-watch movies (especially Tangled) and who now, re-listens to podcasts. It's not that I don't remember what happened, it's the fact that I enjoyed it so much that I'd like to experience that joy over and over again. I mean I've re-read Ender's Game so many times the pages are brittle and are starting to fall out of the book. and don't even get me started about the Harry Potter serries. Every time a new book came out, or a new movie, I NEEDED to re-read the whole serries from the begging. Not to mention all the times I've just read the whole serries just to read it.
So yes, I re-listened to some of the podcasts until the next Monday. And even now I'll re-listen to older episodes, waiting for the new podcast. But no matter how many times I listen to an episode, they never get old and they never disappoint. There are always episodes were I can't help but chuckle or smile to myself. And I'm always listening to MBMBAM in the most public places, like on a bus, walking to class, in a store or waiting in the doctor's office, and I probably look like a psycho killer walking around seemingly smiling and laughing to myself. Or I try to hold back my smile and I look like I'm either really constipated, or like I'm holding back a fart. In either case I don't think people want to be around me while I'm listening to my MBMBAM. But at the same time I really don't care because it is freaking HILARIOUS!
And it's all thanks to MBMBAM that I'm all into podcasts. Because of MBMBAM I've gotten hooked to another podcast, Judge John Hodgman, and it is wonderful! I'm like a podcast listening freak now. Instead of my once obsessed self of listening to music I'll gladly choose an older episode of MBMBAM any day. When I don't have access to a DVD player to watch me some Tangled, MBMBAM is my choice background noise. And I'll continue listening to the podcasts until the new one comes out next Monday. Then I'm all over that new one, like a koala to an eucalyptus.
MBMBAM-bino for life! *fist chest bump*
If you wish to dip your paws into the awesome honey trove that is MBMBAM give you ears a sample with this handy little sampler... It won't disappoint! http://bit.ly/itsmbmbam
Like I said, I'm just not a good listener when it comes to the JUST listening part. I hate audio books because my mind always drifts and I always end up going on the Internet and reading something else or I just fall asleep, and then the audio book is all lost on me. Not to mention the person reading the book is usually just creepy to me. like the dude who reads the Harry Potter novels reads it so weird, and that is not the voice I want to hear when imagining the very precious Harry Potter universe. So when he said I should listen to this podcast I didn't think I could physically and mentally listen to this podcast. I thought it was going to be so weird listening to these guys blabber on for 30-60 minutes. I just never really understood why people would listen to podcasts. And I'm not gonna lie, I always thought podcasts were for people all into politics and stuffs, or for people who need self confidence boosters, or they needed knitting or crafting advice. But I decided what the heck, my friend has never wronged me, I'll give it a listen.
I downloaded the first episode and I was pleasantly surprised at how enjoyable it was. These dudes were funny as shit and I was super, mega (Jesup), ultra, entertained. So I downloaded a couple more episodes to listen to when I had nothing else to do. And the thing is the shows got better and better as it went along. I was hooked, addicted, obsessed by episode two, and it went beyond only listening when I was bored, I was listening like it was my new drug and I would carve out time in my day to listen to... Ready for the name of the show... Wait for it.... My Brother, My Brother and Me. (or if you are a true fan MBMBAM, that's pronounced ma-bim-bam)
So I had about 30 episodes to work my way through, and they usually do a show once a week (usually Mondays), so I was quickly running out of shows to listen to. It was like a huge double edged sword where I could listen to all the shows and enjoy them over a shorter period of time, or I could stretch it out over a longer period of time. The thing is, if I caught up with their shows, then I'd be in the loop. But if I caught up with the show, I'd have to wait a whole week before I can listen to a new episode. It was my Sophie's Choice, it was me wanting to have my cake and eat it too. But me being me, I live in the now, in the present, and I went into a show coma, and I just ate them all up like a deliciously moist cake not caring about the calories that would be on my proverbial hips, and I was soon out of episodes to listen to.
It was like finishing the last Harry Potter book, I almost didn't know what to do with myself. I felt like well now what? I can't wait for four more days (I started on a Sunday and finished listening to them all on a Thursday)for a new episode. So like the obsessed fan that I am, I stared listening to my favorite episodes again. Yes, I'm one of those people. I'm one of those people who re-read books, re-watch movies (especially Tangled) and who now, re-listens to podcasts. It's not that I don't remember what happened, it's the fact that I enjoyed it so much that I'd like to experience that joy over and over again. I mean I've re-read Ender's Game so many times the pages are brittle and are starting to fall out of the book. and don't even get me started about the Harry Potter serries. Every time a new book came out, or a new movie, I NEEDED to re-read the whole serries from the begging. Not to mention all the times I've just read the whole serries just to read it.
So yes, I re-listened to some of the podcasts until the next Monday. And even now I'll re-listen to older episodes, waiting for the new podcast. But no matter how many times I listen to an episode, they never get old and they never disappoint. There are always episodes were I can't help but chuckle or smile to myself. And I'm always listening to MBMBAM in the most public places, like on a bus, walking to class, in a store or waiting in the doctor's office, and I probably look like a psycho killer walking around seemingly smiling and laughing to myself. Or I try to hold back my smile and I look like I'm either really constipated, or like I'm holding back a fart. In either case I don't think people want to be around me while I'm listening to my MBMBAM. But at the same time I really don't care because it is freaking HILARIOUS!
And it's all thanks to MBMBAM that I'm all into podcasts. Because of MBMBAM I've gotten hooked to another podcast, Judge John Hodgman, and it is wonderful! I'm like a podcast listening freak now. Instead of my once obsessed self of listening to music I'll gladly choose an older episode of MBMBAM any day. When I don't have access to a DVD player to watch me some Tangled, MBMBAM is my choice background noise. And I'll continue listening to the podcasts until the new one comes out next Monday. Then I'm all over that new one, like a koala to an eucalyptus.
MBMBAM-bino for life! *fist chest bump*
If you wish to dip your paws into the awesome honey trove that is MBMBAM give you ears a sample with this handy little sampler... It won't disappoint! http://bit.ly/itsmbmbam
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The AI Robots, Dug Holes in My Tangled Up Heart
So I recently got a new DVD and I honestly just can't stop watching it. In the past like five days I think I've watched it at least 20 times. And I even lent out the DVD to a friend for a day... Granted I watched it at her house one and a half times.... But... I mean I went a whole night without the DVD.... But I made sure I got that shit right back the next day... Hahahahaha...? I mean it doesn't seem normal to be watching this over and over again... And when I mean over and over again, mean quite literally the second it's over I'm hitting the replay button to start the movie again from the start.
So I'm crazy(what's new right?), but ya'll must be thinking WTF YO? What DVD is this where you are watching it over and over again and just can't seem to get enough of it? Well, before you make any judgments I just need to say, I have no f-ing clue! I don't know why I have such a need to be constantly watching this movie! And I also have to say I'm not watching-watching it the whole time... I mean I'm doing other things while watching this fine DVD, like typing out this post for example, or playing a game on my iPad, or like browsing Facebook. So I mean it's not like I'm glued to the screen watching-watching this movie. It sort of kind of just plays in the background of my life.
With that said, the DVD I've been watching like a crazy maniac is... Tangled. Yup, you read right, the Disney version of Rupunzel. Uggggg.... I know right?!? I'm like a six year old girl who is obsessed with a Disney princess. I really honestly have no clue why I feel so compelled to watch and watch...
Okay confession time, I know exactly why I'm so compelled to watch and watch, it's because I love the music, and I think all the characters are so lovable. And who doesn't sometimes feel like a person stuck in a tower, with no where to go? Who doesn't have dream that they want fulfilled? And who doesn't want to fall in love and live happily ever after? I'll tell you who, robots. That's right soul-less robots who have no human emotions, unless you live in some alternate "Artificial Intelligence" universe, where suddenly robots can feel and in that case it's apocalypse now bitches! (that's right I made an AI reference, deal with it.) But now I can never tease anyone ever again for obsessing over a movie.
I remember the summer before I entered high school my cousin and I went to go see the movie "Holes". It was a good movie and to this day I still think it's one of the best book to movies I've ever seen, but my cousin LOVED this movie. Well it was a little more than love for her. She made me go see it with her again and again(she was lucky it was playing at the dollar theatre or else I wouldn't have gone to see it with her)... And then when it came out on DVD, forget it! She admitted to watching it everyday when she came home from school. I remember thinking gah, isn't she sick of that movie yet? luck for her though, she out grew this phase and no longer watches the movie "Holes" everyday.
But now it's like 8 years later and now I'm the person watching a ridiculous movie over and over again. Well actually it's a very good movie, it's just ridiculous how overly obsessed I am with it. Hopefully like all other things, I'll get over this weird ass obsession in a week or two. We can only hope.
So I'm crazy(what's new right?), but ya'll must be thinking WTF YO? What DVD is this where you are watching it over and over again and just can't seem to get enough of it? Well, before you make any judgments I just need to say, I have no f-ing clue! I don't know why I have such a need to be constantly watching this movie! And I also have to say I'm not watching-watching it the whole time... I mean I'm doing other things while watching this fine DVD, like typing out this post for example, or playing a game on my iPad, or like browsing Facebook. So I mean it's not like I'm glued to the screen watching-watching this movie. It sort of kind of just plays in the background of my life.
With that said, the DVD I've been watching like a crazy maniac is... Tangled. Yup, you read right, the Disney version of Rupunzel. Uggggg.... I know right?!? I'm like a six year old girl who is obsessed with a Disney princess. I really honestly have no clue why I feel so compelled to watch and watch...
Okay confession time, I know exactly why I'm so compelled to watch and watch, it's because I love the music, and I think all the characters are so lovable. And who doesn't sometimes feel like a person stuck in a tower, with no where to go? Who doesn't have dream that they want fulfilled? And who doesn't want to fall in love and live happily ever after? I'll tell you who, robots. That's right soul-less robots who have no human emotions, unless you live in some alternate "Artificial Intelligence" universe, where suddenly robots can feel and in that case it's apocalypse now bitches! (that's right I made an AI reference, deal with it.) But now I can never tease anyone ever again for obsessing over a movie.
I remember the summer before I entered high school my cousin and I went to go see the movie "Holes". It was a good movie and to this day I still think it's one of the best book to movies I've ever seen, but my cousin LOVED this movie. Well it was a little more than love for her. She made me go see it with her again and again(she was lucky it was playing at the dollar theatre or else I wouldn't have gone to see it with her)... And then when it came out on DVD, forget it! She admitted to watching it everyday when she came home from school. I remember thinking gah, isn't she sick of that movie yet? luck for her though, she out grew this phase and no longer watches the movie "Holes" everyday.
But now it's like 8 years later and now I'm the person watching a ridiculous movie over and over again. Well actually it's a very good movie, it's just ridiculous how overly obsessed I am with it. Hopefully like all other things, I'll get over this weird ass obsession in a week or two. We can only hope.
Friday, April 29, 2011
A Deep Love Confession... My Love For Coffee.
Dear Coffee,
I love you. Especially when you're mixed with cream. And sometimes sugar. I love your hot creamy bitterness and there is no other way I would want to start my day. I love you with a breakfast sandwich. I love you with a sweet pastry. I love you over ice or even blended with ice. I love when you are turned into ice cream and I especially love when you are baked into something like a brownie or a cake. With you, my day is worth living. With you in my life, I can do anything I put my mind to.
Without you I am nothing. Without you my life is incomplete. without you I quake and shake, because it is your absence that makes me quiver with my longing for you. Many may say my trembling is a sign of my withdrawals from your wonderful caffeine, but I know it's from the withdrawals of your love in my system. Your love keeps me awake at night with all sorts of mind numbing thoughts. And then in the morning when I wake up groggy and tired, you are there to lift my spirits and perk me up for the rest of my day. You are like my elixir of life and I know I couldn't possibly live without you.
I remember the first time we crossed paths, we didn't really agree. I remember thinking I was never going to like you. But like loves that run deep my attraction to you grew over time. Our paths continued to cross and I grew to love you. And this love, this love has evolved over time. My love that was once just a simple trickle of water is now a fast running river. It is as wide as it is deep, and ever flowing. This, my love for you.
I know I've tried quiting you before. And it was all a mistake. Every time I think I'll move on to something new, like green tea or even juice, I know it's just a silly little phase and I know I'll come running back to you like the prodigal son. I can never deny you no matter how hard I try. Because who can live up to your greatness, your goodness. Living without you in my system is not really living.
Oh Coffee, as I currently sip on your wonderful juices, I know that I will never deny my cravings for you ever again. I love you, and I know you love me back. May I never go a day without you! Oh Coffee you wonderful, wonderful drink! Hear my praise, for I love you, and as long as I live, you will always and forever be a part of my life.
As the beautiful Olivia Newton-John said "I love you, I honestly love you." And as the great Ke$ha says "your love, your love, your love, is my drug." and then as Simple Plan says "I'm addict, I'm addicted to you." And as the true addict Amy Winehouse says "they tried to make me go to rehab, but I said 'no, no, no'." But I digress. In short, I love you.
The deepest and most sincere love,
Me <3.
I love you. Especially when you're mixed with cream. And sometimes sugar. I love your hot creamy bitterness and there is no other way I would want to start my day. I love you with a breakfast sandwich. I love you with a sweet pastry. I love you over ice or even blended with ice. I love when you are turned into ice cream and I especially love when you are baked into something like a brownie or a cake. With you, my day is worth living. With you in my life, I can do anything I put my mind to.
Without you I am nothing. Without you my life is incomplete. without you I quake and shake, because it is your absence that makes me quiver with my longing for you. Many may say my trembling is a sign of my withdrawals from your wonderful caffeine, but I know it's from the withdrawals of your love in my system. Your love keeps me awake at night with all sorts of mind numbing thoughts. And then in the morning when I wake up groggy and tired, you are there to lift my spirits and perk me up for the rest of my day. You are like my elixir of life and I know I couldn't possibly live without you.
I remember the first time we crossed paths, we didn't really agree. I remember thinking I was never going to like you. But like loves that run deep my attraction to you grew over time. Our paths continued to cross and I grew to love you. And this love, this love has evolved over time. My love that was once just a simple trickle of water is now a fast running river. It is as wide as it is deep, and ever flowing. This, my love for you.
I know I've tried quiting you before. And it was all a mistake. Every time I think I'll move on to something new, like green tea or even juice, I know it's just a silly little phase and I know I'll come running back to you like the prodigal son. I can never deny you no matter how hard I try. Because who can live up to your greatness, your goodness. Living without you in my system is not really living.
Oh Coffee, as I currently sip on your wonderful juices, I know that I will never deny my cravings for you ever again. I love you, and I know you love me back. May I never go a day without you! Oh Coffee you wonderful, wonderful drink! Hear my praise, for I love you, and as long as I live, you will always and forever be a part of my life.
As the beautiful Olivia Newton-John said "I love you, I honestly love you." And as the great Ke$ha says "your love, your love, your love, is my drug." and then as Simple Plan says "I'm addict, I'm addicted to you." And as the true addict Amy Winehouse says "they tried to make me go to rehab, but I said 'no, no, no'." But I digress. In short, I love you.
The deepest and most sincere love,
Me <3.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Diagonal Cutting and Bendy Straws. Are These Signs of Food OCD?
Recently, like 10 minutes ago, I think I've come to realize some of my ridiculous habits. Some would say they aren't just cute little habits, but actual factual unhealthy obsessive tendencies. Okay I don't really know how actual factual they are, but they seem pretty legit to me. And they aren't even practical things like how to wash dishes,or how I fold my laundry, because I hate folding my laundry, and I will put off folding my laundry, most of the times until I wear said article of clothing. They are things like how I like to cut my sandwiches and how I like to drink my drinks.
I mean really, how practical is it that I physically can not bring my self to cut my sandwich down the center. I mean quite literally today I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich and I thought to myself, hey try something new and cut your sandwich down the center. Come on, you can do it. Maybe the sandwich will taste better this way, or maybe it won't even matter. And right as I was about to cut it down the center I physically couldn't bring my self to cut the damn sandwich and ended up just cutting my grill cheese diagonally. How much of a freak am I where I can only cut my sandwich diagonally? Don't answer that. It's almost to the point where if someone gave me a sandwich that was cut down the center I am less inclined to eat it.
Also today I realized that I enjoy drinks much more if I'm drinking it with a straw. Now don't get me wrong I am an absolute drink monster. What ever drink you put in front of me, be it water, juice, coffee, milk, whatevers, I drink it all up and then some. No matter how thirsty I am, or how not thirsty I am, I constantly drink from my glass or cup. and then if I run out of drink I'll start eatting the ice. However, if you put a straw in that drink, I am on it like a barnacle to a humpback whale. My drink is drunk at least ten times faster than normal, and that's pretry quick. I mean drinks taste so much better when you drink with a straw. There is just something about a straw where it instantly makes my drink more enjoyable.
And don't even get me started about bendy straws. I mean the bendy straws make drinking beverages even MORE fun, if that's even a thing. I suck up my drink like a crazy drinking vacuum, and there is no possible way anyone could refill my drink fast enough when I'm drinking with a bendy straw.
Now that I think about it, there are very specific ways I like to eat my food too. Not just the cutting of my sandwiches, but like in what order I eat things. For example if I have a plate of chicken salad, I will cut up most of my chicken into bit sized pieces before I even start eatting. Or if I have a waffle or pancake, I'll cut it into fourths then cut up one section of the waffle or pancake into bit sized pieces and then start to consume my food. Also, it is almost impossible for me to have a vanilla milkshake with out a side order of french fries. I mean there is a very specific way I like to eat my food and there is no possible way I can eat my food any other way.
In my 10 minute realization I think that I've come to realize I can be absolutely ridiculous, and perhaps somewhat psychotic when it comes to random shit like this. I mean I know everyone has their qurks, but honestly, how freaky am I? You know what don't answer that one either, I think I know how much of a freak I am already. and I know some of you are thinking come on these are clear signs of OCD, but like I said earlier, I don't even folding laundry sometimes so clearly I do not have OCD.
Maybe I have some kind of weird type of food OCD.
*sigh* story of my life.
I mean really, how practical is it that I physically can not bring my self to cut my sandwich down the center. I mean quite literally today I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich and I thought to myself, hey try something new and cut your sandwich down the center. Come on, you can do it. Maybe the sandwich will taste better this way, or maybe it won't even matter. And right as I was about to cut it down the center I physically couldn't bring my self to cut the damn sandwich and ended up just cutting my grill cheese diagonally. How much of a freak am I where I can only cut my sandwich diagonally? Don't answer that. It's almost to the point where if someone gave me a sandwich that was cut down the center I am less inclined to eat it.
Also today I realized that I enjoy drinks much more if I'm drinking it with a straw. Now don't get me wrong I am an absolute drink monster. What ever drink you put in front of me, be it water, juice, coffee, milk, whatevers, I drink it all up and then some. No matter how thirsty I am, or how not thirsty I am, I constantly drink from my glass or cup. and then if I run out of drink I'll start eatting the ice. However, if you put a straw in that drink, I am on it like a barnacle to a humpback whale. My drink is drunk at least ten times faster than normal, and that's pretry quick. I mean drinks taste so much better when you drink with a straw. There is just something about a straw where it instantly makes my drink more enjoyable.
And don't even get me started about bendy straws. I mean the bendy straws make drinking beverages even MORE fun, if that's even a thing. I suck up my drink like a crazy drinking vacuum, and there is no possible way anyone could refill my drink fast enough when I'm drinking with a bendy straw.
Now that I think about it, there are very specific ways I like to eat my food too. Not just the cutting of my sandwiches, but like in what order I eat things. For example if I have a plate of chicken salad, I will cut up most of my chicken into bit sized pieces before I even start eatting. Or if I have a waffle or pancake, I'll cut it into fourths then cut up one section of the waffle or pancake into bit sized pieces and then start to consume my food. Also, it is almost impossible for me to have a vanilla milkshake with out a side order of french fries. I mean there is a very specific way I like to eat my food and there is no possible way I can eat my food any other way.
In my 10 minute realization I think that I've come to realize I can be absolutely ridiculous, and perhaps somewhat psychotic when it comes to random shit like this. I mean I know everyone has their qurks, but honestly, how freaky am I? You know what don't answer that one either, I think I know how much of a freak I am already. and I know some of you are thinking come on these are clear signs of OCD, but like I said earlier, I don't even folding laundry sometimes so clearly I do not have OCD.
Maybe I have some kind of weird type of food OCD.
*sigh* story of my life.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Taking it to the Extreme! *HELLS TO THE YEAH*
I'm not sure if any of you have seen this on tv but I'm obsessed with this new show on TLC called "Extreme Couponing". I mean the title basically says it all... People take couponing to an EXTREME! *background explodes, the couponers defend their stock piles by crossing their arms across their chest, and looking like they mean business. TLC has taken advantage of these poor people once again as the masses of America eat up yet another cheap reality show* These people save up to 98% on their groceries just because they clip out like a billion coupons! I mean to these people it's like some sort of sick game where they buy loads of stuff and then they pay little to nothing for it all. And most of the times they don't even need some of the things they buy. I saw this one lady buy a bunch of antacid just because she was getting each bottle for like 49 cents. She said she didn't even need it, she just couldn't pass up on a good deal.
These people are obviously freaking crazy. They are so obsessed with clipping the coupons and going on the Internet to check out shopping deals. They wrangle their kids into clipping out hundreds coupons, like little sweat shop children, and then they have complex coupon organizing folders based on expiration date and product. They spend hours planning out their game plan and even plan how they are going to check out at the register. These people live and breath couponing. And I'm not gonna lie... I'm kinda jealous. I'm jealous because these people are saving so much god damn money! Do you know how much money a poor college student has? Like close to zero. Do you know how much these people pay for their groceries? Like close to zero. So it would make perfect sense for me, a poor college student, to take this up as my new obsession.
Not only do I need to take this up as my new obsession because of the obvious money saving reasons, but I need to take it up for the sheer fact that these people can't beat me on the fact that they are more obsessed with something. I mean I'm the queen of obsessive tendencies, how can these people be more "extreme" than me? I mean just look at me, I'm obsessing over obsessiveness! Seriously, these bitches think they can be more extreme than me... Not if I can help it.
So I took it upon my self to look up on how to "extreme" coupon. And you know what there really is a crap load of information on the web dedicated to couponing. It really isn't too difficult if you want to put the actual time into it. But do I really want to put my time into this, now knowing that I'm totally capable of executing the "extreme" couponing? No... But at the same time do I want to save money and show those bitches that I too can save me some money? HELL YEAH I DO!
I think there's another new theme coming into play on this blog... The duality of my "extreme" obsessiveness versus my "extreme" laziness. I think this might possibly be signs of a crazy person... True colors people, true colors.
These people are obviously freaking crazy. They are so obsessed with clipping the coupons and going on the Internet to check out shopping deals. They wrangle their kids into clipping out hundreds coupons, like little sweat shop children, and then they have complex coupon organizing folders based on expiration date and product. They spend hours planning out their game plan and even plan how they are going to check out at the register. These people live and breath couponing. And I'm not gonna lie... I'm kinda jealous. I'm jealous because these people are saving so much god damn money! Do you know how much money a poor college student has? Like close to zero. Do you know how much these people pay for their groceries? Like close to zero. So it would make perfect sense for me, a poor college student, to take this up as my new obsession.
Not only do I need to take this up as my new obsession because of the obvious money saving reasons, but I need to take it up for the sheer fact that these people can't beat me on the fact that they are more obsessed with something. I mean I'm the queen of obsessive tendencies, how can these people be more "extreme" than me? I mean just look at me, I'm obsessing over obsessiveness! Seriously, these bitches think they can be more extreme than me... Not if I can help it.
So I took it upon my self to look up on how to "extreme" coupon. And you know what there really is a crap load of information on the web dedicated to couponing. It really isn't too difficult if you want to put the actual time into it. But do I really want to put my time into this, now knowing that I'm totally capable of executing the "extreme" couponing? No... But at the same time do I want to save money and show those bitches that I too can save me some money? HELL YEAH I DO!
I think there's another new theme coming into play on this blog... The duality of my "extreme" obsessiveness versus my "extreme" laziness. I think this might possibly be signs of a crazy person... True colors people, true colors.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
"It Was Like an Orgasm in My Mouth!"
I'm going through a Mexican phase. I'm constantly craving the goodness that is Mexican. From twelve in the morning or even six at night, I'll be wanting some good Mexican. And before I get ahead of myself, I mean Mexican FOOD. You dirty minded people... Anyways... Yes, I've been on a Mexican food binge, and I can't get over my craving for Spanish rice and beans!
It's gotten to the point where I'll just suddenly get the strongest cravings out of nowhere. I'll be doing laundry, doing the dishes, driving in my car and I'll suddenly be craving Mexican rice and beans. And it's not just every once in a while either, it's like every other day. I don't even know why I crave it so often, but I do. And the strangest thing is until recently I haven't really been the biggest Mexican food fan.
When I was little my parents never took me to eat Mexican food, so I never really grew up knowing what Mexican food was all about. The closest thing I got to Mexican food were bean burittos and nachos at school. In high school my friend took me out to a Mexican resturaunt and I had no idea what to order. The only thing I knew on the menu were the nachos... And lord only knew what the hell Spanish rice was. To say the least my first taste of authentic Mexican food was played safe with an order of nachos.
A couple years later I tried the same restaurant again this time determined to try something different. I got a chicken chimichanga with a red sauce that was so delicious! On the side there was a salad, beans and some Spanish rice. little to say the least I had no f-ing clue what the hell Spanish rice was. Being Asian I frowned upon anything that was not plain white sticky rice. so I stuck to eating the beans, which were delicious and covered in melted cheese.
However by the end of the meal some of the beans had stuck to the rice... What was I to do? The beans were so good I didn't want to waste any of it. But how was I suppose to eat this rice that was not plain. In the end my obsession with food out weighed my silly stuck up ways about rice and I ate the beans that were stuck to the rice. And what do you know... It tasted beyond delicious. It was literally a food orgasm in my mouth. I quickly ate the rest of the rice, no longer oblivious to the goodness that was Spanish rice.
When I entered college I ended up eating a lot of Taco Bell, which I know isn't authentic Mexican food, but it would put me in the mood for good Mexican food. I would always think, gosh I can't wait to eat some real Mexican food. I'd wait and wait to go to my favorite restaurant and I just never ended up going. So of course I find out it closed down the second a strong Mexican food craving comes crashing down around me.
Ever since then I would have a craving for some Mexican food, but it really was for the Spanish rice and beans. I mean who can resist the fluffy rice, the toasted flavor that the rice had, the spices of the peppers and the tang of the tomatoes. Also when put together with the beans it creates one of the most spectacular combinations in the world. It's like in that moment nothing could go wrong, food wise, and I can't help but do a little happy dance as I work through a plate of good rice and beans.
But having my mexican restaurant closed it was like WTF! It was like being stranded in the middle of the ocean, where there was literally no Mexican food. Which come to think about it, Hawaii is exactly like that. But I suppose I'm being a tad dramatic. But I mean come on! Where else was I suppose to go for my Mexican food? Thank god for the Internet because lord only knows where all the other Mexican restaurants are hiding. They are never in a good spot for me to aquire food. I mean they always seem to be in the most incovinient locations ever. Like behind gas stations, or on the side of a random stretch of road with the shittiest little parking lot ever.
But I got to thinking, I love cooking, makes sense right since I love to eat, I decided hey I should try to make my own Spanish rice. And you know what, I totally did. Not only did I make my own Spanish rice, I made my own chicken to make chicken enchiladas, and chicken burritos. and guess what it tasted so good. It hit all the right taste buds for that orgasm in my mouth... That's right I went there... again. It was so amazingly good I had to share it with everyone.
I shared with my brother, with my parents, with my aunty, and then I took the rest of it to a friend's house where it was promptly devoured. The best thing was all of the food tasted even better the next day. The chicken had soaked in more of the sauce, the rice was more fluffy and the over all food-gasm was way better than the last. And now that it's all gone I have make more... But knowing me I'll probably just sit here whining about how much I want some Mexican food.
Back to square one.
It's gotten to the point where I'll just suddenly get the strongest cravings out of nowhere. I'll be doing laundry, doing the dishes, driving in my car and I'll suddenly be craving Mexican rice and beans. And it's not just every once in a while either, it's like every other day. I don't even know why I crave it so often, but I do. And the strangest thing is until recently I haven't really been the biggest Mexican food fan.
When I was little my parents never took me to eat Mexican food, so I never really grew up knowing what Mexican food was all about. The closest thing I got to Mexican food were bean burittos and nachos at school. In high school my friend took me out to a Mexican resturaunt and I had no idea what to order. The only thing I knew on the menu were the nachos... And lord only knew what the hell Spanish rice was. To say the least my first taste of authentic Mexican food was played safe with an order of nachos.
A couple years later I tried the same restaurant again this time determined to try something different. I got a chicken chimichanga with a red sauce that was so delicious! On the side there was a salad, beans and some Spanish rice. little to say the least I had no f-ing clue what the hell Spanish rice was. Being Asian I frowned upon anything that was not plain white sticky rice. so I stuck to eating the beans, which were delicious and covered in melted cheese.
However by the end of the meal some of the beans had stuck to the rice... What was I to do? The beans were so good I didn't want to waste any of it. But how was I suppose to eat this rice that was not plain. In the end my obsession with food out weighed my silly stuck up ways about rice and I ate the beans that were stuck to the rice. And what do you know... It tasted beyond delicious. It was literally a food orgasm in my mouth. I quickly ate the rest of the rice, no longer oblivious to the goodness that was Spanish rice.
When I entered college I ended up eating a lot of Taco Bell, which I know isn't authentic Mexican food, but it would put me in the mood for good Mexican food. I would always think, gosh I can't wait to eat some real Mexican food. I'd wait and wait to go to my favorite restaurant and I just never ended up going. So of course I find out it closed down the second a strong Mexican food craving comes crashing down around me.
Ever since then I would have a craving for some Mexican food, but it really was for the Spanish rice and beans. I mean who can resist the fluffy rice, the toasted flavor that the rice had, the spices of the peppers and the tang of the tomatoes. Also when put together with the beans it creates one of the most spectacular combinations in the world. It's like in that moment nothing could go wrong, food wise, and I can't help but do a little happy dance as I work through a plate of good rice and beans.
But having my mexican restaurant closed it was like WTF! It was like being stranded in the middle of the ocean, where there was literally no Mexican food. Which come to think about it, Hawaii is exactly like that. But I suppose I'm being a tad dramatic. But I mean come on! Where else was I suppose to go for my Mexican food? Thank god for the Internet because lord only knows where all the other Mexican restaurants are hiding. They are never in a good spot for me to aquire food. I mean they always seem to be in the most incovinient locations ever. Like behind gas stations, or on the side of a random stretch of road with the shittiest little parking lot ever.
But I got to thinking, I love cooking, makes sense right since I love to eat, I decided hey I should try to make my own Spanish rice. And you know what, I totally did. Not only did I make my own Spanish rice, I made my own chicken to make chicken enchiladas, and chicken burritos. and guess what it tasted so good. It hit all the right taste buds for that orgasm in my mouth... That's right I went there... again. It was so amazingly good I had to share it with everyone.
I shared with my brother, with my parents, with my aunty, and then I took the rest of it to a friend's house where it was promptly devoured. The best thing was all of the food tasted even better the next day. The chicken had soaked in more of the sauce, the rice was more fluffy and the over all food-gasm was way better than the last. And now that it's all gone I have make more... But knowing me I'll probably just sit here whining about how much I want some Mexican food.
Back to square one.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Couch Potato FTW.
I am a self diagnosed couch potato. I admit I'm pretty much addicted to TV. I'm not proud of it, but they always say the first step is admittance. It didn't happen suddenly. Like most addictions, it started off as a gradual thing.
When I was little my mother was very restrictive on the amount of TV I got to watch. I was never able to watch TV on Sundays or during school vacations. I'd always have something to do, and that something usually was going to my brother's soccer games on the weekend. And whenever I did get to watch TV my dad always had control over the remote, so I never got to choose what I wanted to watch. When I got older and I could eventually stay at home by myself what else would I do but turn on the TV.
It would be a few hours here, a few hours there, but in the begining I never would spend the whole time watching for the simple fear of my mother coming home seeing my just sitting on the couch having done nothing the whole time she was gone. Because an angry Asian mother is never a pretty sight. If she were to ever catch me spending the whole day in front of the television I think she would probably ban me from watching TV for a whole month... Wait, she has done that before.
So my secret TV watching went on for a while. I was like a crack addict hiding away in my closet. Taking a hit whenever I could. The second I could hear my parents start their car, the TV would be on and I'd be channel surfing the hours away. And the chores my parents gave me to do while they were away, were haphazardly done 30 minutes before they were due home. But the TV watching eventually caught up with me. My parents walked in on me doing some chores with the TV still on, but surprisingly they didn't really seam to care. So that lead to my parents seeing me on the couch just watching TV, and they didn't seem to mind that either as long as all of my chores were done.
Eventually all this TV watching lead to watching TV when my parents were home, to staying up to watch the next TV show, to having TV shows that I NEEDED to watch, to being full blown addicted and glued to the screen. It wasn't helped recently when my own father decided to upgrade our regular channels to the digital channels that has like 100 more channels to watch.
So if i didn't have enough of an addiction, my parents just added to the fact that I can now spend more time watching reality shows, cooking shows, comedy shows, medical shows and all the trashy television I love watching. Really, there is almost too much to keep up with some times.
But it's not like I even want to be cured of this "disease". I mean know I waste a lot of time watching TV, but I enjoy it. I mean have you seen the shit they put on nowadays? It is freakin' awesome. And being a person who likes to be up to date on pop culture, I feel like this TV watching does wounders for my pop culture knowledge. And until TV actually hinders my life I doubt I'll be quitting any time soon.
Spoken like a true addict. Peace.
When I was little my mother was very restrictive on the amount of TV I got to watch. I was never able to watch TV on Sundays or during school vacations. I'd always have something to do, and that something usually was going to my brother's soccer games on the weekend. And whenever I did get to watch TV my dad always had control over the remote, so I never got to choose what I wanted to watch. When I got older and I could eventually stay at home by myself what else would I do but turn on the TV.
It would be a few hours here, a few hours there, but in the begining I never would spend the whole time watching for the simple fear of my mother coming home seeing my just sitting on the couch having done nothing the whole time she was gone. Because an angry Asian mother is never a pretty sight. If she were to ever catch me spending the whole day in front of the television I think she would probably ban me from watching TV for a whole month... Wait, she has done that before.
So my secret TV watching went on for a while. I was like a crack addict hiding away in my closet. Taking a hit whenever I could. The second I could hear my parents start their car, the TV would be on and I'd be channel surfing the hours away. And the chores my parents gave me to do while they were away, were haphazardly done 30 minutes before they were due home. But the TV watching eventually caught up with me. My parents walked in on me doing some chores with the TV still on, but surprisingly they didn't really seam to care. So that lead to my parents seeing me on the couch just watching TV, and they didn't seem to mind that either as long as all of my chores were done.
Eventually all this TV watching lead to watching TV when my parents were home, to staying up to watch the next TV show, to having TV shows that I NEEDED to watch, to being full blown addicted and glued to the screen. It wasn't helped recently when my own father decided to upgrade our regular channels to the digital channels that has like 100 more channels to watch.
So if i didn't have enough of an addiction, my parents just added to the fact that I can now spend more time watching reality shows, cooking shows, comedy shows, medical shows and all the trashy television I love watching. Really, there is almost too much to keep up with some times.
But it's not like I even want to be cured of this "disease". I mean know I waste a lot of time watching TV, but I enjoy it. I mean have you seen the shit they put on nowadays? It is freakin' awesome. And being a person who likes to be up to date on pop culture, I feel like this TV watching does wounders for my pop culture knowledge. And until TV actually hinders my life I doubt I'll be quitting any time soon.
Spoken like a true addict. Peace.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
How to Survive Boredom 101
Sudokus and crosswords are the perfect things to do while bored. I've decided that almost any boring situation in which you can bring out a pen and paper, and not look like a douche, you are allowed to bust out that sudoku or crossword and boredom shall be no more. For example, when I go to a big lecture class I'll often, okay ALWAYS, bring out the school paper and attempt the crossword and do the sudoku.
Notice the verb-age on that last sentence because I can never finish/do a crossword by my lonesome. I mean I'm not some Ken Jennings who keeps random facts lodged in my brain just so I can complete the crosswords. However, if you are fortunate enough to have a friend who is along side you also wallowing in shared boredom, bring them along on the crossword train and then it suddenly becomes a win win situation. You get help on your crossword and your friend is also not bored.
However, help me out with my sudoku and I'll freakin' shank you. If one thing bugs me while doing any type of puzzle it's when people look over my freaking shoulder and try to help me out with my sudoku. Gah that bugs me so much. So side note, if you ever see me working on a sudoku and unless I specifically ask for help on it... DO NOT, OR SO HELP ME GOD, TRY TO ASSIST ME!
Anyways, these little puzzles are perfect distractions to really boring situations because you don't ever want to be that person who falls asleep right in the middle of something. Also if there was something super important going on then you'd still be able to pick up on it. And the sudoku is great for maybe one class, but say you have more than one lecture in the same day, the crossword is never finished so transferring that to the next class is really not that difficult. And the best part about taking the crossword to the next class, another friend/brain to pick for the random ass trivia.
Granted there are rules to follow while doing these puzzles in class or other situations.
Rule one: don't ever let the professor/ person giving the lecture/boring whatever see you actually doing these puzzles. My solution to this is don't sit in the front or always have another pad of paper somewhat over the puzzle so it at least looks like you are taking notes. This is just curtious to the other person, it makes it look like you care enough to actually take notes.
Rule two: make sure to look up occasionally from your puzzle to continue the ruse that you are actually listening. If you are going to go through all the trouble of putting another paper over your puzzle you might as well follow through with the charade of listening. I mean it becomes very highly suspicious if someone doesn't look at you while you are talking. So take a moment or two, look up and make a listening face to show that you are still some what interested.
Rule three: when putting your head together with a friend on solving crosswords, work out a silent system between the two of you. The reason for this is to reduce the appearance that you are both not paying attention. The only thing worse than noticing one person not listening is to you is two people not listening to you. My solution to this is to put the puzzle between the both of you and perhaps sometimes pointing out a clue that your friend might possible know the solution to. This might take a while to work out with your friend but when worked out it's like a beautiful puzzle solving ballet.
Rule four: take your time doing the puzzles. Why should you do this you may ask. Well you wouldn't want to finish the puzzle and then be stuck with nothing else to do for the rest of the lecture or other boring activity. If you find yourself continually solving the puzzles too quickly might I suggest buying a book of puzzles to do so you never run out. Granted a big book of puzzles would be way too noticeable, but ripping out the pages could work.
When these rules are followed puzzle doing becomes easy during boring situations. And who knows maybe you can become a master of puzzle doing like me. Just something to strive towards.
Notice the verb-age on that last sentence because I can never finish/do a crossword by my lonesome. I mean I'm not some Ken Jennings who keeps random facts lodged in my brain just so I can complete the crosswords. However, if you are fortunate enough to have a friend who is along side you also wallowing in shared boredom, bring them along on the crossword train and then it suddenly becomes a win win situation. You get help on your crossword and your friend is also not bored.
However, help me out with my sudoku and I'll freakin' shank you. If one thing bugs me while doing any type of puzzle it's when people look over my freaking shoulder and try to help me out with my sudoku. Gah that bugs me so much. So side note, if you ever see me working on a sudoku and unless I specifically ask for help on it... DO NOT, OR SO HELP ME GOD, TRY TO ASSIST ME!
Anyways, these little puzzles are perfect distractions to really boring situations because you don't ever want to be that person who falls asleep right in the middle of something. Also if there was something super important going on then you'd still be able to pick up on it. And the sudoku is great for maybe one class, but say you have more than one lecture in the same day, the crossword is never finished so transferring that to the next class is really not that difficult. And the best part about taking the crossword to the next class, another friend/brain to pick for the random ass trivia.
Granted there are rules to follow while doing these puzzles in class or other situations.
Rule one: don't ever let the professor/ person giving the lecture/boring whatever see you actually doing these puzzles. My solution to this is don't sit in the front or always have another pad of paper somewhat over the puzzle so it at least looks like you are taking notes. This is just curtious to the other person, it makes it look like you care enough to actually take notes.
Rule two: make sure to look up occasionally from your puzzle to continue the ruse that you are actually listening. If you are going to go through all the trouble of putting another paper over your puzzle you might as well follow through with the charade of listening. I mean it becomes very highly suspicious if someone doesn't look at you while you are talking. So take a moment or two, look up and make a listening face to show that you are still some what interested.
Rule three: when putting your head together with a friend on solving crosswords, work out a silent system between the two of you. The reason for this is to reduce the appearance that you are both not paying attention. The only thing worse than noticing one person not listening is to you is two people not listening to you. My solution to this is to put the puzzle between the both of you and perhaps sometimes pointing out a clue that your friend might possible know the solution to. This might take a while to work out with your friend but when worked out it's like a beautiful puzzle solving ballet.
Rule four: take your time doing the puzzles. Why should you do this you may ask. Well you wouldn't want to finish the puzzle and then be stuck with nothing else to do for the rest of the lecture or other boring activity. If you find yourself continually solving the puzzles too quickly might I suggest buying a book of puzzles to do so you never run out. Granted a big book of puzzles would be way too noticeable, but ripping out the pages could work.
When these rules are followed puzzle doing becomes easy during boring situations. And who knows maybe you can become a master of puzzle doing like me. Just something to strive towards.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Suck it Sneaky Secret Sales, I'm on to You
About three months ago I became the proud owner of a shiny new iPad. In fact, it is what I'm using right now to write this blog. Since the moment I got my iPad I've used it everyday for a myriad of things. I've used it for entertainment, games, school, games, watching videos, games, writing my blog, and I suppose playing games. Since I'm just a poor college student I try my best to be thrifty and I try to get the best deals on all the apps I download on my iPad.
The downloading of the apps have taken on a life of its own. I mean there was a point where I spent hours upon hours looking up apps, watching and reading reviews online, all whilst on my spiffy iPad. Granted I had to shell out a couple buck here and there to get some really kick ass apps but all the apps I paid real money for was all worth it... AND they were all paid with iTunes credit.
But now that I only have 70 cents left on my account and I'm refusing to pay for any other apps. But there is this one app that I have my eyes on... Okay well several apps I have my eye on. The price of each app ranges from maybe $1.99 to $6.99. Now ya'll must be thinking "what a cheap ass, it's not even that much, just get it.". But you see here's the thing, I just know the second I buy this really kick ass app, it's going to go on sale. I can feel it in my bones.
How do I know this will happen to me you ask? Because it already has happened to me. Back when I had a bunch of store credit I found a game that was really kick ass but it coasted like $9.99. So not the most expensive game, but in my mind still pretty pricy. But I decided, hey what the heck, I really wanna play this, so I threw caution to the wind and I bought the damn game. A couple of weeks latter what do I see while browsing the app store? It went on sale! For three whole dollars less. That's almost a whole app!
I was beyond pissed. How could the app store do this to me? How could they decide just a few weeks later to charge less than what I paid for? I felt like I wanted three dollars back. I felt completely ripped off. I felt absolutely betrayed and I lost all respect for the App store.
But at the same time I saw another game I had wanted that was way less for than what it originally was so I picked it up right away. I guess if you look at in in retrospect I at least didn't spend full pop on all of these games. But still, if I had saved money in both games, then maybe I would have been able to get another game.
So now that I know that apps go on sale my friend recommended to me a website that tells you when these apps go on secret sale, or even free! Ever since I found this site I've become obsessed with reading almost everything this site has to offer! And thank god, because I have saved on a bundle of apps that were on sale or free. In fact since I've discovered the site I've only been downloading free games.
However the recent discovery of that game I mentioned earlier has made me seriously considering cracking under the pressure and just shell out the money for this completely awesome game. I mean it is less than $10.00 but it really is the principle of the matter. I want my game, but I want it at a good price. But I really want it... Sooooooooo badly.
What game could be sooooooo good you ask? Well it was a game I played a while ago... Why would I want to play it again you ask? Well because it was a fun game that I only got to play a trial version of years ago, and I really liked it but I never got around to buying the real game. And with my current addiction to chocolate of course the game would be about chocolate. Why would I want to torture/feed into my addiction you ask? Because isn't that what all addicts do? Anyways, it's a strategy game about chocolates and you get to make chocolates, sell them, trade them. The game is called 'chocolatiers' and it is honestly the most fun I had with a strategy game ever. EVER.(O_O)
And I know the second I buy it, they are gonna put it on secret sale.
The downloading of the apps have taken on a life of its own. I mean there was a point where I spent hours upon hours looking up apps, watching and reading reviews online, all whilst on my spiffy iPad. Granted I had to shell out a couple buck here and there to get some really kick ass apps but all the apps I paid real money for was all worth it... AND they were all paid with iTunes credit.
But now that I only have 70 cents left on my account and I'm refusing to pay for any other apps. But there is this one app that I have my eyes on... Okay well several apps I have my eye on. The price of each app ranges from maybe $1.99 to $6.99. Now ya'll must be thinking "what a cheap ass, it's not even that much, just get it.". But you see here's the thing, I just know the second I buy this really kick ass app, it's going to go on sale. I can feel it in my bones.
How do I know this will happen to me you ask? Because it already has happened to me. Back when I had a bunch of store credit I found a game that was really kick ass but it coasted like $9.99. So not the most expensive game, but in my mind still pretty pricy. But I decided, hey what the heck, I really wanna play this, so I threw caution to the wind and I bought the damn game. A couple of weeks latter what do I see while browsing the app store? It went on sale! For three whole dollars less. That's almost a whole app!
I was beyond pissed. How could the app store do this to me? How could they decide just a few weeks later to charge less than what I paid for? I felt like I wanted three dollars back. I felt completely ripped off. I felt absolutely betrayed and I lost all respect for the App store.
But at the same time I saw another game I had wanted that was way less for than what it originally was so I picked it up right away. I guess if you look at in in retrospect I at least didn't spend full pop on all of these games. But still, if I had saved money in both games, then maybe I would have been able to get another game.
So now that I know that apps go on sale my friend recommended to me a website that tells you when these apps go on secret sale, or even free! Ever since I found this site I've become obsessed with reading almost everything this site has to offer! And thank god, because I have saved on a bundle of apps that were on sale or free. In fact since I've discovered the site I've only been downloading free games.
However the recent discovery of that game I mentioned earlier has made me seriously considering cracking under the pressure and just shell out the money for this completely awesome game. I mean it is less than $10.00 but it really is the principle of the matter. I want my game, but I want it at a good price. But I really want it... Sooooooooo badly.
What game could be sooooooo good you ask? Well it was a game I played a while ago... Why would I want to play it again you ask? Well because it was a fun game that I only got to play a trial version of years ago, and I really liked it but I never got around to buying the real game. And with my current addiction to chocolate of course the game would be about chocolate. Why would I want to torture/feed into my addiction you ask? Because isn't that what all addicts do? Anyways, it's a strategy game about chocolates and you get to make chocolates, sell them, trade them. The game is called 'chocolatiers' and it is honestly the most fun I had with a strategy game ever. EVER.(O_O)
And I know the second I buy it, they are gonna put it on secret sale.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Not So Secret Life of a Chocolate Addict
I've never had this big of an addiction to something in my life than my current addiction to chocolate. I really don't know what it is but recently I've just been craving chocolate like a PMS-ing high schooler.
It all stared with nutella. You know the chocolate hazelnut spread that tastes good on almost anything. Well I had a jar of it at home and I started eating it with bread, crackers and toasted tortillas... And it tasted SOFA KING good! I became addicted to this damn nutella and it was freakin' delicious! Honest, toasted tortilla with nutella and bananas, tasted like the most unbelievable crêpe ever!
Anyways, a week or two later my friend convinced me to buy a pack of mini M&Ms and regular M&Ms for reasons that shall remain between the two of us, (Ididn'tknowhowtoswollowpillssohetoldmetopracticeonM&Ms,yesIrealizehowpatheticthatis,don'tjudgeme,oksothejudegemntsalreadybeenmaAde,Ijustdon'twannahearit) and so here I was with these two packs of M&Ms. I don't normally like M&Ms because the chocolate is not particularly good but when I started eating these M&Ms they were the best goddamn thing I've ever had! I was experiencing a chocolate ecstasy like no other. By the time I realized I ran out of M&Ms it was too late, the addiction had set in. I was willing to lie cheat and steal, anything to get my hands on more chocolate.
It was the only thing that could satisfy me. I wanted chocolate and I wanted it now! Luckily the gods must have heard my request for my mother had a gift certificate to See's Candy! It was as if the gods had spoken and they chose me! Me, just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, I took the midnight train to Georgia... Okay not really, but here I was with a gift certificate to the ultimate candy shop. It was as if God approved of my addiction!
So I went to the store and it was a candy heaven! I mean the way they display all the candies is just so cute and it makes the candy even more appealing. They have all the boxed candies piled in heaps around the room all shiny in their boxes saying "take me home and eat me!" And the display for all the individual little chocolates makes them look like little chocolaty gems. They are in their little dishes according to flavor as they softly whisper, "try me, you know you want to, you know you want me."
I ended up getting some hard candies, vanilla and latte, which looking back on it I don't know why I didn't just get all chocolates... But then I was left with the option of getting some chocolates from the case... It was like asking an alcoholic what they wanted to drink first. I wanted to consume the whole case all by myself, except for the nougats and the creams... Those I'd probably just suck off the chocolate shells and then spit the rest out... But my options were limited and I had to choose right then and there.
So I picked up some scotch mallows and California brittle..... This was one of the best decisions of my life. When I got home that day with my little baggie filled with these candies I was beyond the need to consume them. But consume I did. I tried to savor the chocolaty goodness as best I could, but my parents decided they needed to eat some too, and before I knew it the bag that was once filled with the joy of the world, was now gone and in the deep dark pit that was my belly.
I was devastated. How could there be no chocolate left? How could I go on with my life. I needed my chocolate! I searched the house high and low for some kind of chocolate, but the only thing left in my house was the nutella. But how could I eat this damn paste and be satisfied after I just had some of the best chocolate of my life? How could you ask me to go from a fine wine to a disgusting beer? What could possibly satisfy my chocolate addiction?
So I baked a cake and used the nutella as a frosting.
It all stared with nutella. You know the chocolate hazelnut spread that tastes good on almost anything. Well I had a jar of it at home and I started eating it with bread, crackers and toasted tortillas... And it tasted SOFA KING good! I became addicted to this damn nutella and it was freakin' delicious! Honest, toasted tortilla with nutella and bananas, tasted like the most unbelievable crêpe ever!
Anyways, a week or two later my friend convinced me to buy a pack of mini M&Ms and regular M&Ms for reasons that shall remain between the two of us, (Ididn'tknowhowtoswollowpillssohetoldmetopracticeonM&Ms,yesIrealizehowpatheticthatis,don'tjudgeme,oksothejudegemntsalreadybeenmaAde,Ijustdon'twannahearit) and so here I was with these two packs of M&Ms. I don't normally like M&Ms because the chocolate is not particularly good but when I started eating these M&Ms they were the best goddamn thing I've ever had! I was experiencing a chocolate ecstasy like no other. By the time I realized I ran out of M&Ms it was too late, the addiction had set in. I was willing to lie cheat and steal, anything to get my hands on more chocolate.
It was the only thing that could satisfy me. I wanted chocolate and I wanted it now! Luckily the gods must have heard my request for my mother had a gift certificate to See's Candy! It was as if the gods had spoken and they chose me! Me, just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, I took the midnight train to Georgia... Okay not really, but here I was with a gift certificate to the ultimate candy shop. It was as if God approved of my addiction!
So I went to the store and it was a candy heaven! I mean the way they display all the candies is just so cute and it makes the candy even more appealing. They have all the boxed candies piled in heaps around the room all shiny in their boxes saying "take me home and eat me!" And the display for all the individual little chocolates makes them look like little chocolaty gems. They are in their little dishes according to flavor as they softly whisper, "try me, you know you want to, you know you want me."
I ended up getting some hard candies, vanilla and latte, which looking back on it I don't know why I didn't just get all chocolates... But then I was left with the option of getting some chocolates from the case... It was like asking an alcoholic what they wanted to drink first. I wanted to consume the whole case all by myself, except for the nougats and the creams... Those I'd probably just suck off the chocolate shells and then spit the rest out... But my options were limited and I had to choose right then and there.
So I picked up some scotch mallows and California brittle..... This was one of the best decisions of my life. When I got home that day with my little baggie filled with these candies I was beyond the need to consume them. But consume I did. I tried to savor the chocolaty goodness as best I could, but my parents decided they needed to eat some too, and before I knew it the bag that was once filled with the joy of the world, was now gone and in the deep dark pit that was my belly.
I was devastated. How could there be no chocolate left? How could I go on with my life. I needed my chocolate! I searched the house high and low for some kind of chocolate, but the only thing left in my house was the nutella. But how could I eat this damn paste and be satisfied after I just had some of the best chocolate of my life? How could you ask me to go from a fine wine to a disgusting beer? What could possibly satisfy my chocolate addiction?
So I baked a cake and used the nutella as a frosting.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Wonderful Lime Adventures of Mr. Sulu
This semester I'm taking a sanitation class so I can eventually take culinary classes. Now y'all must be thinking that this class is probably boring, dull and pretty lame. News flash, it pretty much is. I mean most of the things in this class is pretty common sense like don't cut chicken with one knife and then use that same knife to then make a salad. Or like wash your hands after you use the bathroom and before you start cooking. Most people would listen to these things and be like.... Uhhh... Duh.
So as informative as this class is, none of the things that we discuss in class is really that shocking. Luckily for me though there are a bunch of older people in my class that are irritating, distracting and totally entertaining all at the same time. And when I say older I mean these people are over 60 and probably older than or the same age as the chef teaching the class. they are all over eager learners, asking questions all the time, dragging out class time, telling ridiculous stories about their youth that they are some how trying to relive by going back to college.
One man in particular caught my attention because I thought he looked like Mr. Sulu from Star Trek. Okay well George Takei, but it's so much more fun to think of him as Mr. Sulu. And I swear I'm not being raciest just because he's Asian, he really does look like Mr. Sulu. Well a much older version. Anyways, this man has said some pretty ridiculous things in class like: "but if you have a piece of raw meat on your work station isn't the blood still alive?" and "well I didn't know kukiu nuts could give you diarrhea". (kukui nuts are a really oily nut, it's really common in Hawaii. The Hawaiians used it as candles.)
Anyways, one day during break Mr. Sulu wanted to ask the chef teaching the class a question... Here is how that the conversation went down:
Mr. Sulu: Chef can I ask a question?
Chef: sure go ahead.
Mr. Sulu: okay, so I had this lime and I used like half of it and then plastic wrapped the other half and left it in my fridge for like 2 weeks
[here I am, already sitting next to this guy in absolute horror of the image of this 2 week old lime in his fridge]
Mr. Sulu: and then I moved it to another part of my fridge and left it there for about another week.
[Me: in even more horror of this now 3 week old lime which for sure has some mold growing on it by now]
Chef: okaaaaayy....
Mr. Sulu: and I recently went to go move it in my fridge and as I moved it a strange sticky liquid came off on my hand so I licked it....
[by now I'm screaming in my head in pure terror of this dude, this man, licking an unknown substance off his hand he got from a 3 week old lime. WTF is he doing telling this story in our SANITATION class. He just broke about a thousand different rules... But wait it gets better]
Mr. Sulu: and it was kinda spicy. Like it burnt my lips and it burnt my throat. [WTF YO!]
Chef:(face in that of half horror and half this dude is crazy, but I'll listen because he looks like the type of guy who would pull a gun on me) okay....
Mr. Sulu: so then I noticed that some of it got on my fork...
Chef: wait where was your fork in this?
Mr. Sulu: in my fridge.
Other random student: (also in complete horror of this story) what is your fork doing in the fridge? [yeah dude, why is your freakin' fork in the fridge?]
Mr. Sulu: well I don't have a sink.
Chef: so you don't wash your dishes? You just lick it clean and leave it in the refrigerator? [ewwww... The thought of this is mind boggling]
Mr. Sulu: yeah. (he acted as if this was perfectly normal)
Chef: don't you have a sink in your bathroom? [as if that's suppose to some how make up for a lack of a sink in his kitchen]
Mr. Sulu: no (still acting as if this is all normal)
Other random student: how do you wash your hands then?
Mr. Sulu: in the tub. [uggg.. Noooo]
Chef: why don't you put a sink in?
Mr. Sulu: because I can't trust any of the people I hire to do the work. They do the work wrong and then they steal my tiles. [what? I'm so confused...]
Chef: well then maybe you are hiring the wrong people. [yeah, dumb ass]
Mr. Sulu: well no... But anyways. The liquid got on my fork and so I licked it off again, and it burned again. Like my lips and throat were burning. [ yeah cuz the first time you licked it you couldn't tell if it burned you] and so I guess the question I'm asking is, is there some sort of chemical changes that go on with a lime as it ages?
WTF?!? I was sitting in complete horror of this story. What was the purpose for all the back story? I mean as entertaining as that dude was, he was so wrong for telling this story in his sanitation class. How is this guy not dead from some sort of disease? And not only that but now everyone knows what a dirty mother fucker he is. No one in their right mind is ever going to want to eat at his restaurant. At least I know I'm avoiding his cooking like the god damn plague.
I honestly question this man's sanity. But as horrified as I was and am, it was a hell of an entertaining class. And now I sit in class hoping that he'll come out with another ridiculous story that will at lest distract me from how extremely bored I am in class.
And if you are wondering what the answer to his question was....
Chef: well the acid in the lime probably got concentrated which is why it probably burned your lips.
So as informative as this class is, none of the things that we discuss in class is really that shocking. Luckily for me though there are a bunch of older people in my class that are irritating, distracting and totally entertaining all at the same time. And when I say older I mean these people are over 60 and probably older than or the same age as the chef teaching the class. they are all over eager learners, asking questions all the time, dragging out class time, telling ridiculous stories about their youth that they are some how trying to relive by going back to college.
One man in particular caught my attention because I thought he looked like Mr. Sulu from Star Trek. Okay well George Takei, but it's so much more fun to think of him as Mr. Sulu. And I swear I'm not being raciest just because he's Asian, he really does look like Mr. Sulu. Well a much older version. Anyways, this man has said some pretty ridiculous things in class like: "but if you have a piece of raw meat on your work station isn't the blood still alive?" and "well I didn't know kukiu nuts could give you diarrhea". (kukui nuts are a really oily nut, it's really common in Hawaii. The Hawaiians used it as candles.)
Anyways, one day during break Mr. Sulu wanted to ask the chef teaching the class a question... Here is how that the conversation went down:
Mr. Sulu: Chef can I ask a question?
Chef: sure go ahead.
Mr. Sulu: okay, so I had this lime and I used like half of it and then plastic wrapped the other half and left it in my fridge for like 2 weeks
[here I am, already sitting next to this guy in absolute horror of the image of this 2 week old lime in his fridge]
Mr. Sulu: and then I moved it to another part of my fridge and left it there for about another week.
[Me: in even more horror of this now 3 week old lime which for sure has some mold growing on it by now]
Chef: okaaaaayy....
Mr. Sulu: and I recently went to go move it in my fridge and as I moved it a strange sticky liquid came off on my hand so I licked it....
[by now I'm screaming in my head in pure terror of this dude, this man, licking an unknown substance off his hand he got from a 3 week old lime. WTF is he doing telling this story in our SANITATION class. He just broke about a thousand different rules... But wait it gets better]
Mr. Sulu: and it was kinda spicy. Like it burnt my lips and it burnt my throat. [WTF YO!]
Chef:(face in that of half horror and half this dude is crazy, but I'll listen because he looks like the type of guy who would pull a gun on me) okay....
Mr. Sulu: so then I noticed that some of it got on my fork...
Chef: wait where was your fork in this?
Mr. Sulu: in my fridge.
Other random student: (also in complete horror of this story) what is your fork doing in the fridge? [yeah dude, why is your freakin' fork in the fridge?]
Mr. Sulu: well I don't have a sink.
Chef: so you don't wash your dishes? You just lick it clean and leave it in the refrigerator? [ewwww... The thought of this is mind boggling]
Mr. Sulu: yeah. (he acted as if this was perfectly normal)
Chef: don't you have a sink in your bathroom? [as if that's suppose to some how make up for a lack of a sink in his kitchen]
Mr. Sulu: no (still acting as if this is all normal)
Other random student: how do you wash your hands then?
Mr. Sulu: in the tub. [uggg.. Noooo]
Chef: why don't you put a sink in?
Mr. Sulu: because I can't trust any of the people I hire to do the work. They do the work wrong and then they steal my tiles. [what? I'm so confused...]
Chef: well then maybe you are hiring the wrong people. [yeah, dumb ass]
Mr. Sulu: well no... But anyways. The liquid got on my fork and so I licked it off again, and it burned again. Like my lips and throat were burning. [ yeah cuz the first time you licked it you couldn't tell if it burned you] and so I guess the question I'm asking is, is there some sort of chemical changes that go on with a lime as it ages?
WTF?!? I was sitting in complete horror of this story. What was the purpose for all the back story? I mean as entertaining as that dude was, he was so wrong for telling this story in his sanitation class. How is this guy not dead from some sort of disease? And not only that but now everyone knows what a dirty mother fucker he is. No one in their right mind is ever going to want to eat at his restaurant. At least I know I'm avoiding his cooking like the god damn plague.
I honestly question this man's sanity. But as horrified as I was and am, it was a hell of an entertaining class. And now I sit in class hoping that he'll come out with another ridiculous story that will at lest distract me from how extremely bored I am in class.
And if you are wondering what the answer to his question was....
Chef: well the acid in the lime probably got concentrated which is why it probably burned your lips.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Alcohol? Yup I'm going there already. Deal.
I recently turnned 21 and legally I'm now able to drink alcohol. Now believe it or not but I've never had a drop of alcohol before I turned 21. I know most people try it or whatever before they even leave high school, but I was always the type of person to never wanna break laws and I never really saw the appeal of drinking, getting drunk, and then acting stupid.
So when I turned 21 it was kind of a big deal that I could finally drink. Now I'm not saying I'm an alcoholic.... But I finally get it. I get why people drink at parties and I get why people love to do it. My first drink was interesting. it was a strawberry margarita. sounds yummy yes? Yes. I thought so too, which is why I thought it would be the perfect first drink.
The buzz that I got was pretty cool and I admit it felt nice. I felt even more plesent than I already was and somehow I seemed to be more giggly, which now looking back is very out of character for me. I know for a fact I felt way more affectionate towards people than I normally do, but it felt pleasant. I felt warm and tingly all over. My face was all red, cuz I'm Asian and that's what happens to Asians when we drink. I felt good...real good.
But the taste of the alcohol was disgusting. I mean it tasted like someone dumped some nail polish remover into the drink and decided, hey let's drink this shit and see what happens to us. I know I have sensitive taste buds but damn, I never knew how horrible the taste of alcohol was gonna be. the first sip of my margarita went something like this:
Me: Oooo... Look at this pretty pink drink...
Margarita: Drink me! Drink me! Don't I just looks so yummy!
Me: Yes, you do look yummy so I think I'll have a sip of you before my food comes... *sip* Mmm... Strawberry...
Margarita: See don't I taste yumm-
Me: *BLECH* WTF IS THIS? Uggg.... What's up with this Margarita?
Margarita: oh, well that's just something called alcohol...
Me: oh... Ewww... (shoving the whole basket of chips down my throat to try and get the taste of alcohol out of my mouth)
So even though my first experience with drinking wasn't as plesent as I wish it was I've given alcohol multiple second chances. But I can't seem to get over this horrid after taste of alcohol. And considering my newness to this alcohol thing I think I've tried a good variety of different types of alcohol. Rum, tequila, vodka, wine, sake, champagne, kaluha, beer. I've sipped and drank some of these, had them in sweet drinks, fruity drinks, shots and even dessert but none of this seems to hide the fact that the taste of alcohol is simply awful.
Now I know what ya'll must be thinking... Ummmmm.... HEY, TARD. IT'S FUCKIN' ALCOHOL!! Okay yeah I know, but I never thought that it would taste THAT bad. I mean why would people drink it, if it taste horrible? And why would people rave on and on about their favorite alcoholic drinks and how wine or beer tastes so good with their foods?
Maybe I'm crazy or something but since I've turned of age I've been obsessing over the fact that I love feeling the buzz from the alcohol but hate the taste of it! It's not normal! I mean what person in their right mind drinks something they don't like the taste of? No one. But maybe it's just the fact that I'm so new at drinking. I've heard from some people that eventually I'll not even be able to taste the alcohol. But why would you need the alcohol in the first place if you eventually end up not tasting it? I know for the buzz... But then... And then why... But how.... argggg(I'm a pirate)... I honestly don't know anymore! Alcohol boggles my mind!
So I guess until I find an actual drink that tastes extremely yummy, and gives me a good buzz I'll be obsessing over this alcohol conundrum.
So when I turned 21 it was kind of a big deal that I could finally drink. Now I'm not saying I'm an alcoholic.... But I finally get it. I get why people drink at parties and I get why people love to do it. My first drink was interesting. it was a strawberry margarita. sounds yummy yes? Yes. I thought so too, which is why I thought it would be the perfect first drink.
The buzz that I got was pretty cool and I admit it felt nice. I felt even more plesent than I already was and somehow I seemed to be more giggly, which now looking back is very out of character for me. I know for a fact I felt way more affectionate towards people than I normally do, but it felt pleasant. I felt warm and tingly all over. My face was all red, cuz I'm Asian and that's what happens to Asians when we drink. I felt good...real good.
But the taste of the alcohol was disgusting. I mean it tasted like someone dumped some nail polish remover into the drink and decided, hey let's drink this shit and see what happens to us. I know I have sensitive taste buds but damn, I never knew how horrible the taste of alcohol was gonna be. the first sip of my margarita went something like this:
Me: Oooo... Look at this pretty pink drink...
Margarita: Drink me! Drink me! Don't I just looks so yummy!
Me: Yes, you do look yummy so I think I'll have a sip of you before my food comes... *sip* Mmm... Strawberry...
Margarita: See don't I taste yumm-
Me: *BLECH* WTF IS THIS? Uggg.... What's up with this Margarita?
Margarita: oh, well that's just something called alcohol...
Me: oh... Ewww... (shoving the whole basket of chips down my throat to try and get the taste of alcohol out of my mouth)
So even though my first experience with drinking wasn't as plesent as I wish it was I've given alcohol multiple second chances. But I can't seem to get over this horrid after taste of alcohol. And considering my newness to this alcohol thing I think I've tried a good variety of different types of alcohol. Rum, tequila, vodka, wine, sake, champagne, kaluha, beer. I've sipped and drank some of these, had them in sweet drinks, fruity drinks, shots and even dessert but none of this seems to hide the fact that the taste of alcohol is simply awful.
Now I know what ya'll must be thinking... Ummmmm.... HEY, TARD. IT'S FUCKIN' ALCOHOL!! Okay yeah I know, but I never thought that it would taste THAT bad. I mean why would people drink it, if it taste horrible? And why would people rave on and on about their favorite alcoholic drinks and how wine or beer tastes so good with their foods?
Maybe I'm crazy or something but since I've turned of age I've been obsessing over the fact that I love feeling the buzz from the alcohol but hate the taste of it! It's not normal! I mean what person in their right mind drinks something they don't like the taste of? No one. But maybe it's just the fact that I'm so new at drinking. I've heard from some people that eventually I'll not even be able to taste the alcohol. But why would you need the alcohol in the first place if you eventually end up not tasting it? I know for the buzz... But then... And then why... But how.... argggg(I'm a pirate)... I honestly don't know anymore! Alcohol boggles my mind!
So I guess until I find an actual drink that tastes extremely yummy, and gives me a good buzz I'll be obsessing over this alcohol conundrum.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Obsessed much? Yes. Thank you very much.
Recently I've realized that I'm an extremely obsessive person. Now a normal person has a few obsessions, and sometimes I think it's healthy to have a few obsessions in life. But I can't help but feel like sometimes I become overly, unnaturally, freakishly obsessive over random things.
It's to the point where I live and breath these obsessions, no matter what I'm doing or who I'm talking to, my mind always seems to drift to my current obession. And you know when you see other people obsessed over something, and then oftentimes the people around them become annoyed with this person and their obsession... I get annoyed with myself for being so obsessed with things, but I dont care... because I'm so obsessed!
For example, often times I'll obsess over music. I'll obsess over one song, ONE SONG, and listen to that one song over and over again on my iPod on a constant loop. I once listened to one song for two weeks straight. Halo, by Beyoncè. I couldn't listen to anything else. It was to the point where this song was like my drug. It was my brand of heroin. (so I went through a Twilight phase, so sue me)
I tried to listen to other songs, but It was like trying to switch to drinking tea when you are clearly addicted coffee. Cuz tea gives you the caffeine that you're looking for but it just doesn't live up to the sweet creamy bitterness that is coffee. Halo was my cofffee and any other song was tea. I even got annoyed by this song like I often do when I over listen to a song, but I just couldn't NOT listen to it. I was addicted.
Not listening wasn't an option, no matter how hard I tried. My life was the song Halo by Beyoncè. I'd wake up and listen to it, and fall asleep to it playing on my Pirates of the Carribean pillow speaker. Instead of my normal coffee in the morning, a car ride with Halo on loop would energize me for the day. For my half hour lunch break I'd be listening to my iPod. During my art class my inspiration was Halo. When I went on youtube I would look up karaoke versions of Halo so I could try to sing along.
I was living and breathing Halo and I just couldn't understand why I was obsessing over this song so much. Was it the lyrics? Was it the melody? Or was it simply the fact that Beyoncè's voice was just simply so hypnotic? Lord knows what it was but Halo had me under its spell and I couldn't get away from it. On some days I tried in vain to not listen to Halo, but some how my fingers would just drift towards putting Halo on loop.
But... You know... logically speaking, why WOULDN'T I be addicted to Halo. If I was gonna be addicted to a song why not just let it be Halo? I mean it's a good song right? Pretty popular on the music charts. Good lyrics, good melody. And who doesn't love a good Beyoncè song? I mean come on, she's a fabulous singer... Kanye West approved. Granted he's not the best person to judge sanity... But I mean he's not in an insane assylum so I'm pretty sure that counts for something.
Towards the end of my constant listening session of Beyoncè's Halo I decided, ah what the hell. I shouldn't have to fight it so hard because clearly this was what my brain wanted to listen to. If I'm stuck for the rest of my life wanting to only listen to Halo, my life could be way worse. And really dying to the song Halo would actually be kind of a good send off, in a morbid way of thinking. But it's just a phase right? Right. I'll get over it soon enough. And more than likely I do.
So as you can see, My life is often like listening to Halo. I obsess to the point where I'm annoyed by my own obsession. Then I'll come to accept my obsession and learn how to deal with it. But like an obsession one day i'll just drop what ever im doing like a hot potato, and I'm moved onto my new obsession: Love You Long Time by the Black Eyed Peas.
It's to the point where I live and breath these obsessions, no matter what I'm doing or who I'm talking to, my mind always seems to drift to my current obession. And you know when you see other people obsessed over something, and then oftentimes the people around them become annoyed with this person and their obsession... I get annoyed with myself for being so obsessed with things, but I dont care... because I'm so obsessed!
For example, often times I'll obsess over music. I'll obsess over one song, ONE SONG, and listen to that one song over and over again on my iPod on a constant loop. I once listened to one song for two weeks straight. Halo, by Beyoncè. I couldn't listen to anything else. It was to the point where this song was like my drug. It was my brand of heroin. (so I went through a Twilight phase, so sue me)
I tried to listen to other songs, but It was like trying to switch to drinking tea when you are clearly addicted coffee. Cuz tea gives you the caffeine that you're looking for but it just doesn't live up to the sweet creamy bitterness that is coffee. Halo was my cofffee and any other song was tea. I even got annoyed by this song like I often do when I over listen to a song, but I just couldn't NOT listen to it. I was addicted.
Not listening wasn't an option, no matter how hard I tried. My life was the song Halo by Beyoncè. I'd wake up and listen to it, and fall asleep to it playing on my Pirates of the Carribean pillow speaker. Instead of my normal coffee in the morning, a car ride with Halo on loop would energize me for the day. For my half hour lunch break I'd be listening to my iPod. During my art class my inspiration was Halo. When I went on youtube I would look up karaoke versions of Halo so I could try to sing along.
I was living and breathing Halo and I just couldn't understand why I was obsessing over this song so much. Was it the lyrics? Was it the melody? Or was it simply the fact that Beyoncè's voice was just simply so hypnotic? Lord knows what it was but Halo had me under its spell and I couldn't get away from it. On some days I tried in vain to not listen to Halo, but some how my fingers would just drift towards putting Halo on loop.
But... You know... logically speaking, why WOULDN'T I be addicted to Halo. If I was gonna be addicted to a song why not just let it be Halo? I mean it's a good song right? Pretty popular on the music charts. Good lyrics, good melody. And who doesn't love a good Beyoncè song? I mean come on, she's a fabulous singer... Kanye West approved. Granted he's not the best person to judge sanity... But I mean he's not in an insane assylum so I'm pretty sure that counts for something.
Towards the end of my constant listening session of Beyoncè's Halo I decided, ah what the hell. I shouldn't have to fight it so hard because clearly this was what my brain wanted to listen to. If I'm stuck for the rest of my life wanting to only listen to Halo, my life could be way worse. And really dying to the song Halo would actually be kind of a good send off, in a morbid way of thinking. But it's just a phase right? Right. I'll get over it soon enough. And more than likely I do.
So as you can see, My life is often like listening to Halo. I obsess to the point where I'm annoyed by my own obsession. Then I'll come to accept my obsession and learn how to deal with it. But like an obsession one day i'll just drop what ever im doing like a hot potato, and I'm moved onto my new obsession: Love You Long Time by the Black Eyed Peas.
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