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August 10, 2003

Squash Spaghetti

Yesterday I spent the day in Manhattan with my mum, mainly around Nolita, Soho and the East Village. I wanted to go because of The Market NYC, which I've wanted to go to for months but was always too lazy to do so (how not-surprising!). I used to go around that area quite a lot with Diana just for fun, but this time I saw loads of stores I hadn't seen before.

First stop was The Market NYC. It was easy to find and was situated in a church gymnasium (see a photo collage I made here. It was filled with the works of "young designers" (my mum said "I guess if you're old you'd have a hard time selling anything,") in the form of jewely, clothing, and handbags. The first clothing line we checked out was Sampleline, and while I liked the designs I think my mum liked them even more. Luckily, we can share clothes, so she got a skirt and a pair of pants. I tried on a very short skirt (probably for the first time in my life) and I liked it, but then I couldn't think of too many situations that I'd wear it in. Another vendor was selling screen-printed shirts and tank tops that I liked a lot, so I got one of those. My mum got an interesting denim jacket from this guy and two very nice bags with drawstrings (although not necessarily drawstring bags...does that make sense?) from this designer. She also got a nice silver bracelet with semiprecious stones in it, and while I like jewely too, I mainly like to look at it. I mean, I don't mind looking at it...it's not like I find looking at jewely a very time consuming activity that I can find joy in. Actually, now that I think of it, my mum used to go to the jewelry department at Nordstom ALL the time because she had a friend that worked there (and she really liked buying jewelry) and I found it very boring. So. My point is, I'm not very into jewely. At least that may have been what I wanted to say a few miles back...

Another place I wanted to go was the Camper store because I needed to get new shoes. Did my life depend on it? Probably not, but my mum said the shoes I have right now are probably soaked with bodily fluids and god knows what else. I look at them and see shoes; she looks at them and sees a hot bed of bacterial infestation. I've had the same pair of Camper sneakers for about 2 and a half years, so I guess I am entitled to a new pair before the other one becomes totally ingested by microscopic beasties. The layout of the store was very cute and simple; no racks, just a raised platform on one side with all the shoes strewn out on it, with huge, wide brimp lamps hanging overheard to light them. On the other side of the store is where you can sit to try on the shoes, basically a long ledge with air-filled cushions (they felt like sitting on balloons...squish-ploop!) to rest your bum on. Everything was on sale and I managed to get the last pair of some nice red sneakers. I've never had red shoes before, but...well, now I do. RED SNEAKERS OH BOOOY! Oh yeah, when my mum was paying for the shoes, the cashier folded up her receipt and put it in a little plastic pouch about the size of a business card. I've never see that done before! Is it more sanitary to put the receipt in plastic or something? How big is the "receipt poncho" market anyway? "Are your receipts always getting wet and grimy? Protect your receipts from the harshness of the outside world with RECEIPT PONCHOS!"

Some other stores we went to were Lunettes Et Chocolat (a store that sells sunglasses and...chocolates? My mum bought a box...well at least she won't have any competition from me), Karikter, Kate's Paperie, Scholastic Store, and Stackhouse. Stackhouse is a pricey place that has lots of nice designed t-shirts and stuff like that, but the main thing I noticed were some crocheted caps they were selling for...a lot. I don't remember how much, but I was thinking it would be truly crazy to pay that much for something that was probably made with less than $5 of yarn in addition to not being that hard to make. Lunettes et Chocolat also sold some crocheted hats that costed a lot. Jeez, I can crochets hats and caps, and they're really easy, although they may take a few hours. I don't mind shelling out a large amount of dough for unique designs and visible effort, but sometimes I see things and just don't understand why they cost so much.

We walked from the area around Prince Street to Quintessence, which is at 10th Street near First Avenue. When you look at a map it doesn't seem that close, but walking around there is easy. One of the reasons I initially wanted to live in Manhattan was because I thought I could do with the incidental exercise that comes with having to walk wherever you want to go, but it doesn't make up for the awful air quality. Still, going to Manhattan from the suburbs, one of the first things you notice is how much slimmer everyone is. In this sense it's a much nicer place for my mum and I to go clothing shopping at than the mall, but I feel kinda pudgy walking around Manhattan. I need more exercise, YES. We could have taken an annoying subway route to Quintessence but it was much nicer to look and whatever was on the street. St. Mark's Place reminded my mum and of Taiwanese night markets (except Taiwanese night markets are dirtier and...um, scarier) and there were lots of vintage stores. One store was selling LOADS of t-shirts, really, just...mountains of stuff. If I had any idea what I could do with the shirts, I wouldn't have minded looking at them, but there were already loads of people around there. When we started walking in Cooper Square, I saw a guy wearing a Stink-O-Man t-shirt (and I'd like that one, now that it's on sale)! STINK-O-MAAAN! Come to think of it, it may be surprising that that was the only homestarrunner clothed person I saw...

Oh yeah, back to Quintessence. I love Quintessence since they've just got such yummy food, and since everything's raw I can try anything I want. While I've been there two times before, my mum had never gone and wasn't really into the idea of eating there since she doesn't think eating raw food imitaing cooked food makes sense. I had to keep telling her it was good and delicious and it's not really like the raw dishes are trying to emulate cooked food, but the cooked food serves as an example of something you could make without haaving to cook anything. The raw counterparts don't really taste like the cooked ones; they're completely separate! That kinda makes sense,right? Anyway, she ended up really liking the food! :) We started off with a sampler appetizer and for my entree I had "spaghetti" that was really squash cut into long, thin strips with diced tomatoes, marinated mushrooms, and olives on top. My mum had an entree that sampled a bunch of the other entrees on the menu and had falafels, hummus, a nori roll, and some "ravavioli" made of thinly sliced turnip. Mmmmmmm. I also ordered a coconut shake, which is coconut and coconut water blended together. It's SO SO SO good...coconuts in general are just so yummy. Of course we couldn't go without eating dessert, so we each got a different pie; I got fruit cheese and she got three layer fudge. Man, that stuff is so, so, so yummy...so it's probably a good thing that we don't live that close or else we would eat there too much. Take a look for yourself; here's a photo of some of the stuff we ate!

I managed to finish a bag I've been crocheting for the past few days. I didn't use very good yarn though, so I have to keep a note to myself that cotton yarn is good for bags, and acrylic is ...not as good. It looks pretty greenish but the yarn is actually a whole bunch of colors wrapped together. I guess green stands out the most though.

Since today is Sunday, I've just been lazying around doing laundry and some website junk. I'm also working on another crocheted bag, using a pattern for the first time and actually understanding it (it's exciting)! My brother was away in Washington DC for the past few days but he just got back home today and some of his friends are over too. It was pretty nice just having my mum and I in the house for a while...

I recently got the new issue of 1-Up Zine and came across the heading in the letters section "Pong Slumber Party". I thought, "Haha, that sounds like me!" Then I read it and thought "Haha, that sounds like me!" And then I realized "Oh no, that is me!" Because I wrote a silly e-mail ...here's a photo. And I must have signed my e-mail with Rob, doh! Hopefully people will figure out that I'm a girl, or else it may sound funny that I talk about girls having sleepovers.

I got an e-mail from my old friend from Taiwan, Krystin, who now lives in Greece! She has a website of photos (warning: it plays music) from ages ago. You can probably figure out which one I am in the 4 year old+ photos from her 14th birthday party. Glasses and a beret...I dunno what I was thinking.

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Hey Allie, I know just what you mean about going blah when something stinks...my BROTHER stinks, and I gotta live with him. Haha! I guess it's mean for me to always tell him "Dude, you smell," so I've stopped doing that. Kinda. He really has pretty bad BO though.

Man, I wouldn't want to be a doctor or a lawyer either. Anyone who's lifelong dream is to do either of those is...kinda crazy. Not that it wouldn't be useful to learn to be a doctor or a lawyer, but to actually be one? Ah...nah, not for me! Right now I'm planning to study anthropology, but I really don't know how far I'll go with that. I know what I'm definitely not doing...anything related to math. I think. :)

August 22, 2003

I Have Boring Teeth

Right now I'm listening to Rufus Wainwright and being nostalgic. I don't know why I enjoy going into nostalgic modes with music, but...I do. So I'm listening to his debut album right now and thinking of the times in 8th grade when I just lied in my bed and listened to the album all the way through. It's such a good album...yet I don't think my friends favor him very much. Not that they don't like him, but they just don't get "that" feeling. I know I'm not making sense right now, but for a while in 8th grade (and into 9th) I was a little obsessed with Rufus. I think. Did you see the new album? It looks so sad. Wait, do I even like sad things? Magnet is super-depressing. Hm.

Anyway. What's been going on this week? This LAST WEEK before going to college? (sigh) And the last week of me being a kid; besides the going-to-college thing, I'm almost 18. I must say, I am not all for this "growing up" business. So what am I doing in these very last few precious days?

Well, I've been playing a lot of Neopets. Yeah, I really shouldn't do that in college, it's so time consuming. But Mookiepoob, I must feed you! AND PLAY WITH YOU! AND KEEP YOU SO FRIGGIN' HAPPY! How could I go nuts over something that isn't real? Yeah, I'm a dork.

I went to the American Museum of Natural History on Tuesday with my mum so we could have a nice outing and eat at Quintessence! :) We went to the chocolat exhibition, which kind of costed a lot just to see some stuff about chocolate, but...oh well, it was nice. Because you DO want to see the oldest piece of chocolate ever found, right? Looks like dirt. I'm figuring there's loads more of this ancient chocolate hanging out somewhere pretending to be dirt, which isn't hard when you're brown and old and...dirt-like. I guess the most engaging part of the exhibition was the chocolate shop where my mum ended up buying a good amount of chocolate. We used to be chocolate junkies; now she's the only one. It's not like I don't like the taste of chocolate, but after seeing in the exhibition just how long it takes to actually make chocolate and the processing it has to go through, it doesn't seem worth eating. The chocolate bar that you end up with as it melts into a puddle of goo in your hand is far from anything that it once was in a cacao pod. If it can't be eaten straight from the pod but only after being ground up and mashed and mixed with other things then isn't that some kind of sign that it shouldn't be eaten at all? Kinda? Maybe? Moo?

I have carob. I know it's not chocolate and it only faintly resembles chocolate, but I wouldn't eat it because I'm thinking of chocolate, I'm eating it because I like carob. I don't see carob as a substitute for chocolate, but as something completely different (I used to eat plain, dried up carob pods: yum!). Some people see carob as a alternative to chocolate and then get disappointed when it doesn't actually taste like chocolate. Well of course it doesn't, it's not chocolate! I know that's obvious, but...blah. Bloop.

I went to the dentist yesterday and apparently I have very boring teeth. There just isn't anything exciting for a dentist to do with clean teeth, haha! :) Not that I never had cavities; I had two when I was little. But now those baby teeth are gone, woohoo! They took an x-ray of my teeth and I find it freaky how they just point this thing at you and a split second later have your teeth (and jawbone) on film. It's like "Okay, wear this heavy vest. Now I will point this thing at you and it will ZAP YOUR BRAIN INTO A TUNA MELT!" Oh well, I'm still okay...I think. (pokes brain)

Has anyone else ever been to Meet Your Meat? The video is extremely disturbing; you must watch it! I'm not really a PETA supporter, but the video is really well done and pretty much shows you what huge agri-business is like when it comes to meat. I would imagine it's enough to make anyone want to becom ea vegetarian or only buy meat that has been made in humane conditions without drugs and all that crap. Okay, I'm not even a vegetarian, but the only meat I eat is fish and shellfish, and I don't think I'll be eating the latter much anymore. Maybe someday I'll feel bad for the fishies I eat...anyway, I'm not saying you have to become a vegetarian, but watch the video and don't tell me that doesn't strike you in any way. If you don't care about animals, at least care about your own health. You can't be healthy if you eat unhealthy animals.

Apparently there's a law office in Washingon DC that's gone Poofy crazy. A woman who works there has bought from the Poofy shop four times (two of which were in the past two days...I combined it into one huge package) for a total of nine Poofies ordered along with various buttons. Holy crap! Well, if no one is buying two for themselves, then that's nine different people. ! I find it so funny in a really cool way that so many people like them and they all must be somewhat older than me. I mean, my mum would buy them from me, but ...she's my mum. :) She said it started after she ordered one for herself and then some co-workers wanted them too. So the lesson is to bring your Poofies to work! :D I asked her to take some photos for me...man, I can't wait.

Today I got a buttload of comics by Matt Feazell (specifically the E-Z Order option) and they're so cute! Strange, but funny. And so cute! CUTE STICK FIGURES YAAA! It's great, you gotta buy it for $10. He also enclosed a paper bag puppet. Remember those things? You used to make them in elementary school. GREAT!

Aliza called me today since she was leaving for college. :O She starts school next Wednesday, what a bummer! That's too early! I feel lucky now that I start on September 1st. If I went to her school then my birthday would coincide with the first day of classes. Talk about having a crappy birthday!

My dad will not be returning to see me off to school, thank god. He called us to tell us that...man, I really don't like talking to him on the phone. I know my family isn't horribly abusive, but you can't help to want things to be better, like perhaps having both parents as opposed to one be sane and supportive. While I was talking on the phone with my dad (and he always refers to himself as "we" which is one of the most annoying things in the world. He thinks he speaks for himself and my mum, but...er, no, my mum speaks for herself) he made it quite clear that he didn't want me going into the field of anthropology. Yeah, like I care! He's extremely vague about it, which isn't much better than saying flat out "I don't want you to major in anthopology" because he's just trying to be manipulative. He doesn't think it's a field that makes a lot of money...yeah really, you think I choose my field because of money? Does he think I want to make big bucks? He should talk to my brother. I mean, my dad knows I've already chosen anthro for the time being yet he asked me on the phone "So what are you planning to major in?" After I told him he asked me "Did you talk about it with mom already?" No duh, we LIVE TOGETHER!

Blargh. Okay, to make the mood better, check out what Judy made for me! :D ISN'T IT SOOO CUUUTE? She's really good at sewing stuff, like clothes and bags and whatnot. BUNNIES GALOOORE!

I'm disappointed to find out that on this laptop I can't record things and listen to my recording at the same time. This makes trying to record my keyboard completely useless, unless I don't want to hear what I'm recording...um. Yeah, anyhoo, this sucks. I can't hook up my keyboard to a speaker and the computer at the same time, poo poo poo!

Okee, I really need to start packing for college now. I'm going to start with clothing and then...just do that for now. It should be easy enough. Tomorrow I pretty much can't do any preparation because of the Bjork concert (I'm seeing Bjork...OH GOD! I meant that in a good way.) and I'll be staying over Diana's house for a night. :D And then it'll be Sunday. How did the time go by so quickly? Argh!

October 24, 2003

TRAVIS!

[this was written Wednesday night/Thursday morning; separate entry for today is at the end]

Travis is ...GLEAT! I mean great! I mean. Hooray for Travis and their bouncing about!

But first I must say that traffic in midtown Manhattan at 5 PM is sucky suck suck. It took half an hour to travel 10 blocks. Well...it was something like that. I got so impatient (because I was supposed to meet Diana at 5 PM but it was already past 5:30) that I got off the bus at 38th St and 10th Ave (or wherever the bus was...thank god it's relatively easy to walk around!) and walked to our designated meeting place (near Applesbees near 42nd St). I should have learned my lesson before, but I swear I've never been stuck for that long for such a short distance. Blah!

So after finally meeting up with Diana, we went to Quintessence because it's my favorite restaurant. :) Much good food to be eaten there. It's weird to think about how much money you could save by not eating, but then after a while you'd probably die. It'd be a long while, but it's something to think about. Or maybe that's the kind of think only I would think about. Hohum. You could definitely go at least a week just drinking water. And then you can spend that extra money on things like MORE CONCERTS!

We got to the concert a little late (if only I had been on time) and buying some merch (what am I going to do with a Travis t-shirt in the wintertime? It's not often that I find shirts in my size though) we saw the opener, Rooney, play a few songs. I thought they were nice, but not very memorable. I didn't even know there was going to be an opener until Diana told me beforehand.

And theeeen...TRAVIS! Yaaay! Diana and I had a clear view after moving over a seat...empty seat! *gasp* Why oh why. Oh well, it was better for us because otherwise we would have had two tall guys right in front of us. The evening was relatively cigarette/substance free except one short time when I think someone was smoking marajuana. Compared to other concerts I've been to though, that was very tolerable. Yay Travis fans!

I haven't a clue what the setlist was (should've written it down, dammit) but here's what I can remember in no particular order:

Why Does It Always Rain On Me?
The Line Is Fine
All I Wanna Do Is Rock
Peace the Fuck Out
Re-Offender
Quicksand
The Beautiful Occupation
Love Will Come Through
Happy to Hang Around
The Humpty Dumpty Love Song
The Fear
Writing to Reach You
Turn
As You Are
Sing

I may have added too much stuff to that list, actually. I haven't completely aquainted myself with the new album yet, as far as remembering the names of the songs. I like the new album so far, but not as much as the other ones since it's just not as happy, not that it has to be happy in order for me to like it, but I associate Travis with stuff like that. I think the last song they played was Why Does It Always Rain On Me? and the first one was Quicksand. Fran also played a song by himself dedicated to Elliot Smith, which was very nice. Before playing The Beautiful Occupation he told us that it wasn't meant to be a political song, but could be interpreted as that...and then Peace the Fuck Out is a message to Tony Blair and we should apparently peace the fuck out. Mm...peace! It's yummy. They were selling a t-shirt that said "Peace the Fuck Out" on it, although you could just was easily make one yourself. :)

All I Wanna Do Is Rock was probably the most enjoyable song. First off, it's just a great song, and everyone was going a bit nutty (except for Neil...well, what can he do?). Fran, Doug, and Andy were climbing on things and Andy jumped off the top of his speakers. Actually, now I'm not sure if Doug was climbing anything, but Andy is definitely the one who likes to flail around and lie on the stage and things like that. :) Fran also likes to hop around and stuff. He was wearing the same thing as what he wore in the Re-Offender video (What's up with that video? It makes me sad!), so it was like looking at this glowing, white thing in the middle of the stage. The suit looked a bit too large, as though Fran doesn't already look small enough already? :D There was a sheet behind the stage that only came down for a few songs, but it made the background nice 'n pretty. There was a whole rainbow of colorful lighting during Sing, which felt very nice and happy.

I didn't use my binoculars much during the show since we weren't obscenely far away, but early in the show I used them and saw that Fran's head was very sweaty. This was only after a few songs, so I'm figuring by the end he may have been drenched. There was much towel wiping going on. He said after playing Peace the Fuck Out during one show, he threw his towel into the audience and people started fighting over it. Not very peaceful. Fran, you just make people go nuts!

November 15, 2003

I Love NYC

Well, I at least like it more than Poughkeepsie, although that isn't much of a comparison.

Okay, let's go back further. Much further. Or not too much further. The plan was that Kathryn (my roommate), Abel (guy who lives across the hall), Dan (guy who lives down the hall), and me (...me) would be going to NY using the Metro-North Railway 7:33 AM train to Grand Central Station. Kathryn had to work on a paper all night, and for some reason I couldn't go to bed either. So instead of attempting to sleep only to wake up at 6 AM, we just stayed up all night. For some reason we both got the munchies (actually, I was having serious munchies...I'll talk about my Friday morning after I talk about today) ar 4 AM. I had some fruit (no duh) and Kathryn had ramen (or as another girl once called it, "ramden"). So we were up to see the sun loom over the sky in that wonderous thing called "sunrise" during that time of day called "morning" usually not seen by college students. Whoaaa.

So we all left at 7 AM to take the train. I had more thoughts about the sun ("Wow, it's rising!") and such things. A roundtrip ticket to Grand Central Terminal is $24 (during off-peak times) which I guess is good. Then again, it used to be less, just like the DAMN SUBWAY TICKETS. Anyway. The view was very line along the Hudson River and there were some weird sights along the way, such as what looked like a prison just in the middle of the river and this weird castle looking thing on a small island on the river. It was almost like a toy castle, except it was...well, big. I mean, it looked surreal. ...After doing a little googling, I can point you to the Bannerman Castle website...because that's what it is. Hm. Alright then.

It was a nice 110 minute or so ride to NY. It's much nicer than a bus; no traffic! When we got to Grand Central, we waited for one of our schoolmates (who lives on the same floor), Annie, since she was the reason we all decided to go to NY. She had to go to the Metropolitan Museum for her art history class. When I first decided that I wanted to tag along, I thought I would go to the museum as well, but when I realized we'd be in NYC from 9:30 AM to 5:00 PM, I thought "Hey, I can do whatever I want!" We met up with Annie a bit later than expected, which worked well for me because I wanted to go to the Cooper Hewitt National Design Museum, which opens at 10 AM. It was blisteringly cold (that might not be a real word), which I wasn't expecting. Damn wind. Air displacement crap. So anyway, we all got off at the 86th Street subway station and then parted our ways.

As I walked to the NDM, everything felt very peaceful and clean. There is some satisfaction in just wandering around in the early morning. Even though NYC is polluted like the inside of a smokestack, when you're next to Central Park it doesn't feel like that. It's almost surreal to have this huge park plonked right in the middle of a sprawling city bursting at the seams with humans. I didn't actually get to go into the park, but someday maybe I'll try it out. :)

The NDM is very nice and compact, which is how I like my museums (aka, no matter how nice it may be, the Louvre will never be my "thing"). It was formerly a house, which is probably why it felt so nice and cozy. I was interested in seeing the "Inside Design Now" exhibition since I've heard of some of the designers, and it was very nicely done. Jhonen had a really small blip on the wall though, along with a TV playing an episodeof Invader Zim, but I was surprised to see him there at all. I mean, the show isn't even on anymore, but it's nice that he gets a nod from the museum community. Or maybe that's weird. It'd be neat to see an ehibit based on his comics. Besides Jhonen there was also some neat stuff by Geoff McFetridge on some walls which also displayed skateboards with his designs. It's so easy to like his designs, but they're not easy in themselves. (Same thing with Paul Frank...sometimes I hate myself for liking those things, but they're cute). There was lots of other cool stuff, like robotic flowers and a weird glowing car. There was another funky thing with a bunch of things dangling down...wow, that couldnt have been much more vague, eh? Or maybe it can. "There was a thing with stuff coming from the thing." I've outdone myself. Well, back to what I was saying (or not), there was also a nice room put together for Nest (ultra-cool magazine) where you coudl sit down and read their backissues. I tried to sketch the room but it came out awful because I don't know how to draw. Oo well. I tried to draw what was on the chairs too, which was a simple line drawing of a bunny giving birth patterned all over the chair. Mm! Splendid.

I probably only spent about 30 minutes in the museum. Or maybe it was more. Well, definitely less than an hour. I browsed around their shop and was delighted to see an open copy of Pictoplasma 1 & 2, and now I am sure...I want those books. Either one. I've wanted the first one for a while because I heard it was good, but now that I've seen it, I'm definitely interested in it. It's pretty much a book filled with different characters, but it's neat to look at. I'd love to have a great webdesign book, but I tend to not like those as much. I'd like to figure out how to create good characters, although I think Poofy is as good as it's going to get. But hey, people really like my animal buttons for some reason. ...Okay, I should stop with all this design crap because that's almost definitely not what I'm going to do when I get out of college unless I can make a fortune off of Poofies and fishies that think they're moist.

After leaving the NDM, I decided to go downtown and check out Jubb's Longevity. I was really planning to eat lunch at Quintessence, but my friend Jen, who goes to Parsons School of Design, got back to me after I attempted to make very last minute plans to meet her (in addition to wishing her a happy birthday; she turned 18 today!) and we got to meet! But! Before that, I went to the Lower East Side and came across a clothing store called Lord of the Fleas. Not sure where this name came from, but it's cute. I'm glad I passed it, but I'm kind of not glad at the same time because I spent something like $70 there. Erp. (Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not sure how much the shirt and the shirt I got costed; the socks were about $10. Jesus, I'm going to turn into a really reckless consumer if I go around shopping by myself, NOOO.) Well, it's a nice little store, although I apparently went to their warehouse and not their more store-like...store. I was just looking around when I touched this incredibly soft black long sleeved shirt with a huge poofy neck (I have a photo; it will make more sense). It's synthetic, but...hohum. And I got a...*brace yourself*...black ruffle-ee miniskirt. Why? Well, it looks really nice, not that it looks that great on me, but it could potentially look good. (Note to self: must go to gym more) The guy running the store had a British accent (always a plus) and was very nice and helpful without seeming overhelpful. Do you know what I mean? Sometimes people are really helpful and it freaks me out because they seem like they're too enthusiastic. Oh, whatever, I could obviously never be a clothing salesperson. So the store and the dude who runs the store are cool. I also bought above-the-knee socks to go with the skirt, except I think I'm too short to wear a miniskirt plus the socks (because normal humans have longer legs) but I'll do it anyway.

...whoa, what the hell am I talking about? Uh. Anyhoo, the guy told me that if I go to the other store I could find a pink soft poofy shirt in my size. The store's business card is actually on an outer paper case for a free condom. I find that very funny. And I'm glad I didn't go there with my mum. Then again, we'd probably find it funny. Also, it acts as a 10% off coupon. And, of course...a condom (it says "MAKE LOVE NOT WAR" on that packaging).

When I was in the store, Jen called me and that's when we made plans to meet. I had time to kill because she had just woken up, so that's when I went to Jubb's Longevity. That. Place. Is. Awesome! (Or to make this into super corny chowdah: RAWSOME!) It was a little messy because the store owner had just opened a new restaurant, but it was still great. I really wanted to try the cakes and treats on display, but I didn't want that to be my first meal of the day. The woman running the store (not that young, but looked quite beautiful in that radiant, happy way...I wonder how long she's been on raw food) gave me and another customer samples of her flax seed cracker and it was absolutely delicious. What's in it, I don't know, but must be some yummy spices and things. She also made something else from...well, now I don't really remember, but it was really good too. Another cracker-type thing that was supposed to resemble corn chips. In my opinion, raw food imitations of cooked food never really taste like the cooked food, but just act as a guide and in the process creates a completely new type of cuisine. I love it. Just can't eat it that much. She also gave us samples of the brazil nut milk she made; wow, absolutely delicious. I ended up buying a cup of that and a bag of the flax seed crackers.

I had more time to kill so I went to Air Market just to look at the odd Japanese things and the too-expensive clothing (I saw this after I splurged at that other store...?). They've also got lots of mumbledolls which I used to be interested in, but now not so much. I think I'd still like an Uglydoll but ...mm. I have so many freakin' Poofies. (I entertained the idea of going into one of these kinds of not-tacky novelty stores and asking if they would sell my poofy dolls...maybe someday.) I managed to buy a birthday card for Jen and a tiny (really tiny) crocheted dog for my mum because I think she might like it. While I was finishing up paying, my phone rang, which was good timing since the store did not allow people to talk on their cell phones inside.

From Airmarket I walked to 6th Ave to meet up with Jen. Yay! YAY! So happy! It's just cool seeing someone you've known for so long (out parents were friends before we were born) in such a big city. She was pretty busy but we spent some time in her dorm room, which is for four people. I feel better about my room now. The ceiling in my room is higher and it jsut feels roomier than way. Her room felt impossibly cramped, even though it's larger. At least I think so. Also, her room was really messy. I would never be able to live in that room. The funny thing is that when we were in there, one of her roommates was still sleeping. She was still sleeping by the time I left, which was around 2...something. Past 2:30, I think. We spent the time just talking about how school is and such...man, art school sounds killer. 3+ hour classes? She says she's going to have a 9 hour day next semester. I wouldn't be able to handle that! I guess I shouldn't think I have it bad then.

After having to say goodbye, I decided to eat that meal at Quintessence I had been looking forward to. When I got closer to the restaurant though, I noticed a store next door that I swear I had never seen before. I actually can't remember the first time I went to that Quintessence, which is weird, because I'm sure it was with Diana and that I must have taken some photos, but maybe I didn't take that many. (looks for photos)...wow, I have absolutely no idea. Well then maybe it has been a year since I've been there? (Help me, Diana! My brain is dying.) The store next door is called Live Live and it's a raw foodist's dream/nightmare. Why this combination? They have the best, most delicious raw junk food. It's like my heaven, except it will make me fat and blech. Raw junk food is mainly cookies, crackers, and anything people can invent to be dehydrated (the raw food way of baking) and it all tastes delicious in a way unlike cooked food. I bought $30 worth of stuff, including apple-date cookies, granola, some sort of nutty candy, and oatmeal cookies (they are DELICIOUS, although I forgot when I bought them that they have oatmeal in em...no duh. Oh well, it's probably soaked or something). I could have easily spent $100 there, but I stuck to buying things I've never seen online before (for instance, they had just about all the stuff from Glaser Farms, although I really wish I had bought some because those things are really tasty, especally the brownie). Now I want to run back there are get more, more, more! The raw nut candy was really, REALLY good, and I can't even compare it to anything else. It's got its own taste; not like any sort of conventional candy, just delicious. I was given little container of homemade lip balm, although it was really fluid and when I put it on my lips, I more or less ate it. Tastes like banana. :)

After indulging way too much (well, I'm eating half of everything; going to give the rest to me mum, of course!) I went to Quintessence (for further endulgement). I've never eaten there alone and am usually accustomed to going the whole nine yards: appetizer, entree, and dessert. However, I noticed that I was pressed for time and that I did not have a bottomless stomach, so I got a sunburger with marinated mushrooms. Man, sunburgers are really good, although I forget what the patty is made of. Mainly sunflower seeds, I'd suppose, although it doesn't taste like sunflower seeds. Patties for sandwiches, like crackers and cookies, are also made by dehydration. The burger was phenomenal and I would never see how cooked food could be more satisfying. Even after eating so much, and knowing I ate a lot, I still felt fine. However, I knew I ate too quickly. :|

By this time it was a little past 4 PM. The plan was to meet at Grand Central at 4:45 PM. I wanted to go to one more place, Etherea, and then I realized I was doomed. Actually, I wasn't that doomed, but I had being late and tried to go down the 6 or so blocks as quickly as my little legs could possibly take me so I could look for some CDs I wanted (I ended up buying three CDs and the new issue of Magnet...oh jeez. Well, the CDs sound pretty good; Polmo Polpo - The Science of Breath, Barbara Morgenstern - Vermona ET 6-1, and Solvent - Solvent City). End price? Roughtly $50.

Now came the tough part; going back up to 14th Street. I love Etherea, but it's in this dead spot where it's not particularly close to any subway station. TIME TO RUN! Or run, hack, cough, walk, run. I'm so out of shape. I called Kathryn to tell her I would be late, and after hobbling onto the L train, leaving the L Train, running to catch the 4, 5, or 6 train (I'm really getting a hang of subways now, thank god), wait for the 4, 5, or 6 train, getting on that and running (very slowly) into the main concourse of Grand Central, I made it just about when I said I would (4:50 PM). We were still waiting for Annie though, so maybe I didn't have to do the half-assed running.

That was basically my day, in a very large nut shell (perhaps a nut tree in this case). It was a lovely day and I'd do it again.

[I have many photos...just not now]

Friday was a rather busy day as well. I didn't have Japanese class because it was Japanese Culture Day! WOO! We got to do a bonduri dance, which I actually got the hang of after a while, and we got to tabemasu nihonryori. I thought I could fast since there wouldn't be anything for me to eat, except there was a huge salad bowl and a fruit salad bowl. Crap. I ate lots and lots of salad, which I'm sure increased my body's water percentage and nothing else. Will I ever learn to fast? Not likely. And if you're wondering, no, fasting is not unhealthy; starving is. Do you know how long it takes to starve? Quite a while, figuring you are a semi-average person from an industrialized nation. So. BACK TO JAPANESE CULTURE DAY! We also watched an Ikido demonstration, which was somewhat amusing. Just another one of those things I will never do.

After that, I went to the gym for some intense workout-ing, WOO! I used the elliptical for 30 minutes and the treadmill for 20 minutes. I can run 3/4ths of a mile without dying! Keep in mind that this is at 4.5 mph, but I had no idea. I used to have awful asthma that would prevent me from doing the simplest activities in physical education class, such as "change into your gym clothes", but I'm much better now. (What is with all this weird information about asthma? It's generally known as being incurable, but a lot of people have cured their asthma, I think. Mine just seemed to get better as I got older.) I really want to make it a point to go to the gym at LEAST three times a week, and while an hour would be optimum, 30 minutes would be okay too. I wonder if I can pull this off...

November 23, 2003

NYC Fun + Pre-Thanksgiving Dinner

Yesterday I went to NYC ...again. I wasn't planning to go at first (after going last week I thought I definitely shouldn't go) but one of my classmates was going to see some friends and I figured I may as well go so we can travel together. I wouldn't have felt so compelled to go to NYC to travel by myself.

We got to NYC at around 12:30. What's that time perfect for? FOOD! My first stop was Bonobo's Restaurant, a recently opened raw food establishment. It wasn't totally done being open yet, but they had some pretty nice stuff: various soups, lots of salad ingredients, puddings, and a zucchini spaghetti entree. I got the spaghetti, which had a spicy soup/sauce on top along with sunflower seeds, and banana-almond pudding for dessert. It was too much food, I found out later, but...mm well. Good pudding. That's what they should eat in Poofyville. RAW FOOD! Hey, the pancakes might even be raw since they come out of a tree...it doesn't make sense, but you know what, it's POOFYVILLE and nothing makes sense. :) Erm...so back to reality. The restaurant is in a pretty big room and it wasn't that busy when I went in, although when I left a line had formed. I'm sure people get interested in what the restaurant has due to the signs on the outside which proclaim the LIVE UNCRAPPY FOOD! Mmmm. And that was some good pudding. :)

After that I took the subway to the New Museum of Contemporary Art. The exhibition didn't interest me very much, so I was glad the admission was free (18 and younger, woo!). Their store chock full of books and magazines was more interesting, although I didn't stick around for that long. After that I went to Zakka where, as usual, I bought nothing. There are always interesting things to get, but then I think "Well I can get this stuff for much less on amazon.com." Yeah, there I am supporting my local vendors...okay, not very local. There were a bunch of people in there browsing and such. I saw lots of little toys in boxes, but I wasn't curious enough to buy one. If they had a cute bunny of some sort that would be neat. The t-shirts they have are neat, although they're mainly in men's sizes, and they're really expensive. I mean, they're not that expensive compared to other articles of clothing, but I don't equate a t-shirt with having a high cost. Which leads me to an idea I've been having: would anyone be interested in buying a Poofy-related t-shirt? Because I could design one, or maybe pick a funny panel from a comic and put it on. But I don't know if anyone's interested in that. Well. Let me know. If I got at least 10 orders, I could order them and sell them for maybe $12. Well. Anyhoo.

After Zakka I think I took a subway up to Other Music, where I bought Like Hearts Swelling and picked up a copy of The Onion. I've been to OM a few times, although I never talked to any of the clerks before. One clerk asked me if I needed any help, so I asked if they had any new Barbara Morgenstern albums. They didn't, but he looked around a while to see if they did, which was nice.

I took the subway to Union Square, intending to take the L train to 1st Avenue, but the L train was not in service. POOP. Alright, it's not actually a long walk, but I'm lazy. I went to Live Live and bought too much stuff again. There was another customer in there when I entered and she asked me if I was a raw foodist. I told her I've been doing it since January and she was impressed! I think until I get to the 1-year mark, it hasn't actually been that long, but she remarked that it's almost been a year. Mm..yup, finally! She said I looked good too, which was nice, although most people in NYC do look good. (sigh) Another customer came in later and the woman who runs the store gave us lots of samples of some new raw food treats, like brownie and cookie type things. Hey, I'm not going to refuse a taste test! :) Some things were pretty good and some things were just okay (I wouldn't buy them though). The one that tasted really good (the other customer and I liked it) had hazelnuts in it. Mmm. A while later, Dan, the owner of Quintessence popped in (the restaurant is right next door) and got in on the taste testing. Heehee! It was fun.

After that it was onto Jubbs Longevity where I would eat way, WAY too much. I ate my dinner there and had fun talking to the woman who runs the store, Miranda. She was talking about how nice raw food is and how important it is to keep your body healthy, which I completely agree with, of course. It's interesting to talk to someone who really understands all this stuff, although I'm sure she's more into it than I am. If I were more conscious of my digestive system, I wouldn't eat so late and mix so many bad things. I really think that eating raw food and realizing how important your body is to not drink coffee or alcohol or eat really beyond-dead processed food is a simple concept. Then again, I didn't know this until last year. I know that most people won't have the same idea as me, but...I don't know, it really does get frustrating after a while. It was a nice relief to talk to someone who feels the same way. I told her that I wanted to eat my dinner there, so she told me to watch her make me a raw pizza. What is raw pizza? The base is a big flax seed cracker type thing, on which some tomato sauce and this other sauce is put on along with sunflower seed "cheese". On top of that you pretty much put whatever veggies you like. I had lettuce, onions, tomatoes, avocado, and some seaweed. In the end it was this HUGE thing, and I ate the whole thing somehow. It was tasty, of course. And I think it was only $7 or $7.50, which is a really good price. I knew I shouldn't have eaten dessert, but their cakes/pies are very enticing, so I tried an apple-berry cake. I don't know how they made it, but it was really delicious. I didn't eat all of the crust, but the inside was really nice. I bought a pack of some dehydrated sweet cereal thing before leaving.

Eating all this yummy and processed raw food isn't something I'd do all the time, of course. It's a big, BIG indulgement. When I'm in school I eat mainly whole fruits, sometimes salads, and nuts and dried fruit, or in other words, very basic foods. I just have a knife in case I need to cut off some bruised parts. That's how people on a raw food diet should eat. I would say the occasional "gourmet" raw food dining is okay, just like for regular people occasionally drinking alcohol or something isn't going to kill you if you enjoy it.

I pretty much went back to Grand Central after that to meet up Alison at around 5:45 PM. Then...back home. Bye NYC! HELLO POUGHKEEPSIE!

For some reason when I got back to my dorm, despite already having eaten so much I decided to eat even MORE. A lot more. I ate various raw food junk food I bought online and from Live Live up until 9-something PM, after which I felt like a beached whale. Today I ate until 9 PM too, although I didn't feel as whale-ish.

Oh yeah, what happened today? Well I found out I gained 2 pounds, which is no surprise, but it's still a little alarming. Unlike past Sundays during which I would do nothing and stay in my pjs all day, I decided to go to the gym and exercise a bit. I can't seem to run as far as before...I did 1.25 miles running on the treadmill and 3 miles on the elliptical. Then I tried some of the weight training equipment, which I desperately need to use. Man, I'm weak. Seem like the most I can do on any machine is 30 lbs. I gotta get more buff! (Man, can you even imagine me being buff?)

My roommate Kathryn planned to make a Thanksgiving dinner for some people on our floor and some other floors, so she was busy making food for most of the day. In the end she made four pies, baked a 20-something lb turkey, made a huge vat of mashed potatoes, cooked string beans, and prepared canned stuff like yams and corn. Lots of food, overall. She was afraid there wouldn't be enough, but it was no problem. :) Me being the weird person that I am thought people would like to have salad, so I decided I'd use some of my ACDC points to get lots and lots of salad. I filled up 5 big plastic containers with salad, which was about 3 too many. I put lots of apples in the salad because I thought people liked apples, but...no, not really. Well, not everyone likes apples, I guess. One guy said he took them out, and in the end there was just SO MUCH SALAD LEFTOVER! I'm not going to eat it either because my mum said it would rot in the fridge. Hm well. What a waste. :( Kathryn bought veggies because I thought I'd make the salad myself, so I guess I will eat the veggies. Overalll, the dinner was a big success, besides the salad. Everything looked good, especially the pies. For some reason, three vegetarians (including me...I'm practically a vegetarian) were sitting by the turkey. Bad planning on our part. :D

I can't believe the weekend is over already. I didn't have much homework, thankfully. I have to finish up an English and Anthropology essay, but I hope that won' t be too hard. I'll have photos from NYC later. If you want to see last week's, go here.

November 27, 2003

Rufus! (and Thanksgiving)

Rufus is great! Not that you needed me to tell you that. But I'll say it again. RUFUS IS GREAT! He sings, dances, burps...oh yeah.

Does anyone want to see him on February 13th at the Beacon Theater with me? Actually, these tickets are really expensive. Rufus is good, but $50...well...um...ANYWAY.

I was accompanied to the concert by my friend Jen, who unfortunately for lost trying to find Town Hall. Ahh! I'm sorry! :( it was funny because she called me while on the wrong side of Broadway and going in the wrong direction, asking me if I could see certain places, to which I would keep replying "No...um...nope...um, I'm across from Urinetown!" You don't get to say that very often. (By the way, Urinetown is a really funny musical and it's closing soonish, if I remember correctly, so see it!)

There were people trying to sell their tickets before the show and one guy actually just LEFT his tickets in one of the frames outside of the venue that has information about upcoming shows. I didn't need them, so I didn't see the point of taking them. Some other guy did though, just as I was going to see what seats they were. Well I hope someone who needed tickets got them!

We were a little late to the show, but we got to catch some of Martha Wainwright's acoustic set. I don't know why I didn't get into her before, but I think I really like her voice! That's saying a lot because for some reason I'm usually not very into female artists. I mean, I could list the ones I listen to right now: Beth Orton, Bjork, Gemma Hayes, and Mum, if you want to count them. Martha's voice is pretty cool. She was wearing a cute dress too.

After Martha, Rufus came onstage pretty quickly. That was such a relief after going to other concerts where it takes an ETERNITY for the main performer to set up. Of course, Rufus looked like he always does: cute and...cuter. I thought we had pretty good seats, and they WOULD have been good if they were on the other side of the stage. The piano was on the far left of fhe stage and we were sitting on the far right. Apparently, that's what it was like the last time I saw Rufus...I didn't realize that. Oh well, still good seats!

Apparently, there were three empty seats right in front of Rufus. He went into his "diva" mode and demanded the seats be filled. :) Later in the show there were some other empty seats in the front row, which he pointed out and subseqently got filled in. Where were these people? Ahh!

What did Rufus play? Buttloads of stuff! Not that I remember the order:

April Fool's
11:11
Oh What a World
I Don't Know What It Is
Millbrook
Beautiful Child
One Man Guy
Poses
Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
Dinner at Eight
California
Grey Gardens
Want
Movies of Myself
Vibrate
Natasha
14th Street
Harvester of Hearts
Go or Go Ahead
Pretty Things
Gay Messiah
a French song whose name might be "Nuits de Miami"

Rufus sang impeccably, although he did burp at one point during Millbrook. Of course, it doesn't matter. (I have a recording of this, shall put it up at some point.) It's something Rufus can do and and not be weird. Is that weird? Hm. He said that in Japan he would say jokes, which no one understood anyway, but when he burped the audience laughed like hell. So he burped to get people laughing. Hey, if it works, why not? During "Oh What a World" everyone was somewhat dance-ee or swaying around. Rufus was doing little motions and such, and at the end of the song (when everything dies down with all the horns) everyone onstage kind of started falling down to the ground and it was really funny. I have a video clip of it (strangely enough, the only video clip I have, which I started taking before the whole "let's fall to the ground" bit). He said it had to do with the Wicked Witch of the West saying "Oh, what a world!" and dying. Or something. I can't say I'm very familiar with the Wizard of Oz. But RUFUS IS!

He didn't talk as much as the last show I went to, although he did talk a bit. He explained that he wrote "Gay Messiah" with regard to the absence of homosexuality in the Bible, not that they shuned it but that it just didn't exist. He commented on some of his songs being very dark and gloooomy, and some other ones being...not. Noo nothing is dark and gloomy when Rufus is around! The last song (the French one) was a duet with Martha and was lovely, not that I could understand it but I'm sure it was lovely. I was happy to hear "April Fool's" since it's just such a nostaligic song. The first time I heard it must have been around the end of 1998 or early 1999. Holy crap, it's nearly 2004! I feel as old as dirt.

On a completely different note, today is Thanksgiving! Which is some kind of a holiday! My roommate e-mailed this to me and I thought it was cute:

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS, I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.
THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED - THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT

TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.
SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.

I GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.
I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.

I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.
BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL; PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP,
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS, MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS.
This Thanksgiving my mum and I are going to a friend's house (Jen's house, actually...our families are long-time friends) which is nice because otherwise we probably wouldn't do anything. This is our first raw food Thanksgiving! Last year I ate a sweet potato for dinner and it was me really full. The year before I think we had Tofurkey. This year we shall have...SALAD!

My mum and I were planning to go to NYC tomorrow, but apparently it's supposed to rain ALL DAY. Crap. Well, I can partake in Buy Nothing Day at least. I will probably just stay home and do homework. I have a lot of reading to do for English and Anthropology and I have to study kanji for Japanese. Man, Japanese is turning into a poopie crap, whatever that is. Like kanji will be read one way, and then another way, and you just have to memorize it. Gah! Oh well, at least I kind of have hiragana and katakana down. I tried to read a Japanese Beck book I've had for a few years and now I know how to write Beck's name in katakana: bekku! BEKKU! If I have a kid, I'll name him/her Bekku. And he/she will be made fun of forever and ever. Right now I have a 93% in Japanese, which is good, but it's been going down because the tests have been a-killin' me. わたしをしにります、にほんごむずかしいですから。 That's probably completely gramatically incorrect, but what I was trying to say was "I die because Japanese is difficult." In itself that doesn't even make much sense, but you know...I can only do so much with my tiny brain.

I bought Frame Magazine yesterday in NY (I've never seen it before) and it's a really nice magazine. In my opinion. Because I like nice looking things. Why am I mentioning this? I have no idea. I want to subscribe to it since it's cheaper for students. Ooooh.

Alright, I think I'm done for now. It's time to..CROCHET! I mean do homework. ...nah, I meant crochet.

November 30, 2003

I have a rash

The title is not a metaphor. I really have broken out in some sort of a rash. *itch itch* Do I think it's a bad thing? Not really. On top of having my period, I must be getting rid of a lot of junk. I lost a few pounds after getting my period (which I've probably gained back due to eating....um...food...more on that later) and that was mainly water. Last Wednesday I used the Ion Cleanse and I wonder if that's why I developed a rash. I've never had a rash before, even though it's a common effect of detoxification. Until now, that is. I just have a few small red dots on some parts of my skin...I guess for your sake I won't get into any more detail. But anyway! I have no idea how the Ion Cleanse works, but it does do something. When I used it the water turned orange-ish, which means "detoxifying from joints"...I really don't know what that's about. I've never had a problem with my joints. There were also small white particles, which are supposed to be yeast particles...not that makes sense, considering how many carbs I eat. My mum did it too and she had a LOT more white particle junk and the water was a darker orange. Ooh.

So enough of that weird junk. What did I do this weekend? Uh. Um. Man, my brain does NOT work. Need omega-3 oil.

My mum and I were planning to go to NYC on Friday but it was rainy and kind of stinky, so instead we stayed home and went to Treasure Island to get yarn and things. I ended up making a scarf, woo! It's a fun soft scarf and the yarn is all fuzzy so I could make lots of mistakes and they wouldn't show. THAT'S THE BEST KIND OF YARN. I also worked on my ladybug beret and I'm almost done except for two dots and the eyes. I thought my head was a lot bigger, but apparently it's not. It's about 21" in circumference. I forgot that kids have huge heads, it's just the REST of their bodies that is small. So I'm going to have the most rockin' (or stupid) looking hat!

The next day we went to NYC to shop around and see The Triplets of Belleville. It was definitely an interesting and imaginative movie, and now that I've had more time to think about it, I think I liked it. I think. Hm. Well, it was a good movie. I wouldn't recommend it unless you're into...animated movies. And French things. If you like action and...erm, dialogue, do NOT see this movie. It's very, very slow. This isn't necessarily bad...I mean, some people will interpret the slowness as being bad, but it really portrays the feelings of the characters in the movie. I think the guy who did the movie was influenced by miming or something; there isn't much speaking in the movie. There's some singing (by the triplets) and a little bit of dialogue in English and some other dialogue in French. The story is pretty strange, but it's...um...funny. Not in a ha-ha way. There are funny parts though. If you're wondering, I'm very, very bad at writing reviews for anything, whether it's movies or music. I wouldn't recommend that everyone see this movie, just people who might be interested in animated, foreign movies. My overall feeling is that it's been over-hyped in a way and I was probably expecting something different. So it was good, but not the kind of movie that I thought it would be (ie, not so slow and maybe with more dialogue and more plot and...uh...hm).

After seeing the movie my mum and I walked up the East Village, which my mum thought was pretty slow compared to other parts of NYC. Maybe that's why I like it there. It is pretty slow, although if you walk up far enough then the calm and slowness immediately changes to bright lights, lots of cars, and Starbucks. Starbucks is pretty much the sign that you're in tourist-ville, it seems. *sigh* We went to Jubb's Longevity and ate a delicious dinner; I had a wrap and my mum had a casserole. For dessert I had the most DELICIOUS pumpkin pie and my mum had "cheesecake" that didn't taste like regular, heavy cheesecake because it was much lighter and nicer. :) Man, I love pumpkin pie. Who needs a cooked pumpkin pie? Just puree some pumpkin, put in the right spices, make a nutty crust, and mm. I love raw food, although I am indulging way too much. Right now the way I'm eating raw food is a BAD example...DO NOT DO THIS! Then again, if all you ate was that pumpkin pie, that would be so much better than "normal" cooked food fare, like breads and pastas and hamburgers and ice cream, at least in my opinion. It's saddening to think that the things I worry about food-wise are a lot healthier than what most people eat and my idea of an indulgence is a dehydrated raw cookie or pie make of nuts and fruit.

We also went to Live Live and got LOADS of stuff. How long these things will last, I do not know. But not very long. We got a bunch of things from here; they're EXCELLENT! They're so much cheaper if you buy them from the website though. Then again, shipping costs a bit. But anyway, if you could entertain the idea of trying some raw food snacks, the temple balls, brownie, and flax seed crackers are delicious. The essene bread is pretty good too, although it tastes SO much like a cracker, it's scary. Actually, maybe not; It has sprouted wheat in it and I believe that wheat is unhealthy, so it was probably stupid of me to eat. Actually, my mum wanted to try the bread, and I ended up liking it more than she did! ACK! We got lots of other stuff too, like flavored almonds, cookies, and granola. Eek. It's a good thing I don't live in Manhattan, I guess. I've only been there three times now but I feel like I've become a regular customer. The woman who runs the store told my mum (it was her first time there) that I was really sweet and a good customer. :)

We weren't planning to go to St. Marks Bookshop but while we were passing by I saw Quimby the Mouse, which I've wanted for a while, and figured I may as well get it. I also got Neomu, which is a great tax-free way to spend a dollar. :)

So that was my day in NYC, pretty much. Mucho fun, except that today it is Sunday and I am back in school. (sob) Not that school is awful, but I don't want to, you know, do WORK after having a nice relaxing 4-day weekend. I think I have to work on an English essay outline about a poem. I read a bunch of poems for English class last night and barely understood any of them (if at all). Damn...poetry...CRAP! JUST WRITE NORMALLY!

January 4, 2004

Food Adventures

Sometimes I skip a day of writing thinking, "I'll remember this stuff tomorrow. No problem." And then the next day I realize that my brain is full of holes and I can't even remember my own name (right now, my name is...Poomie!).

But I'll try my best to recount what happened yesterday (by this time, the day before yesterday). I met Diana in NYC to get together and walk around. This is what people call "hanging out", yes? (Is it obvious that I don't hang out much?) We went to Soho to look at some interesting stores, Helmut Lang in particular. For whatever reason, a lot of the stores looked deserted besides an employee or two. It was a bit creepy so we ended up not going into a lot of the stores. It would have been fun just to look around since we obviously couldn't afford anything, but with just one other person in the store...eh, no. A few stores looked more like galleries (one was actually a Diesel gallery) and some other ones were dark and uninviting. Eh well, they're not really inviting people into them. I really liked the clothing in Barneys Co-op, but jeeez that stuff is pricey! I'd rather buy food. I don't think I should buy anymore clothing because I definitely have enough, and I'm not a fashionista. I have to admit that I like looking at clothes though. I pretty much go through all the clothing and mess up the nice displays, MWAHAHA! Okay, not really. I heard that in Europe people don't browse shops that way at all and it can be very hard to buy clothes because of the intimidating nature...don't suppose anyone could shed some light on this?

Soho feels like a weird place because a lot of the stores are the same ones in my local mall, but they just look nicer out on the street instead of a ridiculously huge mall. The main streets were crowded, but where we were walking around (Greene St?) wasn't. I like the cobblestone roads...they have a nice feeling.

After that we went to the East Village for some GOOD EATIN'! First I wanted to go to Treasure Trends, a thrift shop, to pick up some cheap shirts that I could possibly do stuff with. I got two shirts with some interesting designs, although I'm not sure what I'm doing with them yet. I'll make some kinds of skirts, I guess. We went down to High Vibe, a recently opened raw food store, and I went nuts. It's a good-sized store compared to other raw food places I've seen, and they carry just about everything (the only thing I wanted that wasn't there was kim-chee). I mainly bought snacks that I had never seen before, like stuff by Gopal's Health Food and Larabar. One of the yummiest things I got was a pack of chai raweos. They're a bit chewy and they have a pleasant taste...chai, I guess. :) The Larabars are really yummy too, and they have very few ingredients. If you ever look at the ingredient list for regular snack bars, they seem endless. I can't imagine eating those things, even if I ate cooked food. I've never heard of the Larabars before, but it'd be nice if they could sell those in Whole Foods and other regular grocery stores. I also bought a pack of raw nori because it had a good price (50 sheets for $30). And...eh, got some other stuff. My total ended up being quite a lot (eh, I won't say). I don't know if it's a waste to spend so much money on food...it's like eating my money. MM WASHINGTON IS YUMMY! Or not. But when I go back to school I'm sure I won't be eating all this stuff. Gotta get back to basics. But for now, I can indulge a bit, eh? The guy who owns the store was pretty cool, although I felt silly when he asked me for my e-mail address. "Neatoperson?" YES! I'm doomed with that e-mail address (I've had it for about six years).

Anyhoo, this store rules. Beside all the snacks they have (there are a few refrigerated sections that have nuts and oils and perishable snacks), there's a great selection of health related books. I'd think that any book you'd want about raw food would be there. They also have supplements, but you can probably get those cheaper somewhere else.

I decided that going to High Vibe was enough raw food stuff for the day, so then we went to Caravan of Dreams for dinner. it was a bit crowded when we got there, which was around 3 PM. I had a yummy salad with hummus and flax seed crackers and Diana had noodles with veggies and mushrooms. Of course, we had to get DESSERT too. I had a carrot cake and Diana had spelt pancakes with soymilk ice cream. The carrot cake was okay, but it's not something I'd get again. I couldn't tell what it tasted like, actually. Okay, CARROT perhaps, but it didn't have a strong carrot-y flavor in my opinion. As for the pancakes, Diana couldn't finish them, but I'll assume they weren't that bad. Pancakes are cute. :) I'd recommend Caravan of Dreams to people who...uh, like food. But skip the live carrot cake.

We went back up to Midtown and I wanted to check out the Times Square Toys R Us but it was crowded as hell! Scary place, man. Just tons of people walking in and out and no room to really move anywhere. So that visit lasted about two seconds. We also went to a magazine store near the Port Authority Terminal and I got the latest issue (November? Erm...) of The Ecologist. It is SUCH a good magazine and I'd recommend you read this issue if you can find it (like if you are living in a dimension that's two months behind). There's a big article about sugar and how it sucks. I could say more, but...I'm lazy. Maybe later.
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Today I woke up late. Mm...sleep. My great aunt and uncle from Staten Island came over to eat lunch with my parents. My aunt gave my brother and me some gifts in the form of...erm, books that her son wrote! There's nothing wrong with that of course (she and my great uncle are pretty cool), but I don't know if I'll find a history of Asian cinema very interesting. Or really just Chinese-derived cinema? My brother got a Jackie Chan book, which I read before when it first came out and I really enjoyed it. I only read it because I got it for free though. :P But if you think he's interesting at all, I'd recommend reading the book.

I went out for dinner to see some old friends from high school, which was nice. I guess I wouldn't have seen them at all if one of my friends didn't plan it. Honestly though, I didn't really want to go. First off, I don't like doing things in large groups (because I'm usually that person who's singled out...or...something) and I just wasn't that excited about going to a restaurant. I don't like eating out at regular restaurants, obviously, but it wasn't that bad because I got a broccoli salad, which was as mono-food as you could possibly get in a restaurant besides perhaps just drinking water. I looked really awkward there though because everyone else was getting big, meat or carbohydrate centered entrees (we ate at Baumgart's, which is an interesting place because they have lots of nice Chinese food and American food plus loads of ice cream and all I ordered was a $4.50 salad. And THEN everyone ordered dessert, of course. I don't know what the waiter thought of me, but while everyone else was eating their desserts he brought out a big scoop of half chocolate/half vanilla ice cream for me that was free! I knew I couldn't turn it down because it's not like they could do anything with it, but I was really dumbstruck. I didn't want the guy to think I wasn't eating it, so some of my friends tried a bit...although there was still half of the scoop left. I just shoved my spoon in it a few times as it sadly melted and drowned in a puddle of its own creamy soup.

I wonder if my friends are still amazed that I'm doing raw food. One of them asked if I was still eating nothing, or something to that extent...haha. Yeah. Right. If only these people saw me eat and knew how easily I gain weight. It's a problem. It just seems unfair that I gain weight so easily, but that's how my body works. And then the only way to lose it is to not eat, or something to that extent. And she asked me if I still had my teeth. It's just a joke because her mum has a friend who did raw food and lost some teeth I guess, but I've already heard of people losing their teeth and it coul dbe due to the body trying to release acid too quickly due to detoxification and the body then having to balance the pH by taking calcium out of the teeth. I could have made that up. Anyway, it's not like all raw foodists lose their teeth and cooked food eaters have loads of problems too. It's just that people seem to accept these things as normal and so they don't criticise them. That bothers me just a bit. "Yeah, I know some cooked food eaters and they all died horribly." Okay, that's not realyl true, but anyone close to me that has died didn't go naturally. It tended to be in hospitals...

After dinner everyone wanted to do something else, so we went to a nearby movie theater, which wasn't playing anything good besides ROTK. No one wanted to see the movies, so the idea of going to a bowling alley popped up. I didn't want to go and neither did Aliza, so she came to my house and my mum brought us to Borders. Aliza had to buy some late Hanukkah gifts, so it was a useful trip for her. :)

I really have to go to sleep now because I'm going to NYC again today to see Tori! WEOO excitement! Hopefully the rain won't make the day suck too much.

January 6, 2004

These Things Don't Happen Often

Yesterday was definitely strange. But not in a bad way. I'd say it was a mixture of good and bad. SO, let's start from the beginning...*dramatic music plays*...

I went to NYC to meet up with Tori. I met her back in April at the Vassar prospectives weekend (for colored people...erp?) and although she decided not to go to Vassar (sniff) we still kept in contact with each other. Luckily, NYC is in semi-close proximity to both of us, and what better place is there to meet?

We met at Grand Central and walked through the market. So much food in one little place! It rocks. We pretty much said "AHH I love that!" to everything and planned to return later. I had my eyes on the cheese.

NYC is a great place, but when it rains, it just sucks. I foolishly did not wear enough clothing, thinking that the weather would be warmer than when I went on Friday. However, it wasn't RAINING on Friday, and it was probably less windy. I think I poked a lot of people with my umbrella. Doh. Anyhoo, I wanted to bring Tori to Bonobo's Restaurant but when we finally arrived there we were met with a "WE'RE CLOSED" sign. Great. :( While I figured a lot of stores would be closed on Sunday, I was hoping restaurants would at least be open. Of course, I should have checked before whether or not it would open (and what a great, information website it has, without listing its opening hours!).

We walked around a JAS Market that was right by it (sells a bunch of Japanese things) and laughed at the awful Engrish (although not awful enough to be on that website) while being amazed overall at what lovely Japanese foods there are. I wouldn't choose to eat any of it, but it all looks nice. All those cute snacks and cakes and mochi...I used to eat it all! Yikes. Tori is super-slim and looks very healthy to me, so I don't think she has to worry about what she eats. :)

Tori suggested that we go to the Pearl River Mart so we took the subway down and walked around that area for a while. We went into random stores on the way (because for a long time we just couldn't find the place!). We went to Urban Outfitters, which I reluctantly say I still like. I don't like everything they have, but a lot of their clothes just looks very comfy without being plain. The problem is that it's a bit homogenizing...I saw a skirt that I liked that was on sale, but decided not to get it; after leaving the store, I saw someone wearing the same skirt on the street! Yikes. Anyhoo, none of their stuff was really cheap enough for me. They had a great selection of miniskirts from reconstructed tees, but if you have a sewing machine you can probably do the same thing. And you don't really need a sewing machine, although it would make things much easier. The skirts were pretty pricey considering that they're made of t-shirts and aren't that big, but if you can't make them, I guess you have to buy them. I'm going to try and make some more stuff before vacation ends.

The Pearl River Mart had the cutest lamps I had ever seen that looked like square shaped animals. If they had a penguin, I would have flipped (speaking of penguin products, look at this). They also had sushi-shaped candles and lots of random snacks, one of which had the ingredient "honeypee" (we couldn't figure out what that was). Fun store, and much nicer than when I went to the one in Chinatown.

We went to the East Village to make our way towards Quintessence to eat lunch. There are so many markets and organic food places there. IT'S WHERE I BELONG, yes? Oh well, someday, maybe. I've pretty much had everything at Quintessence by now, except for everything on their brunch menu, which they were all out of! :( But anyhoo, still yummy food. We shared a mini pizzette with pesto sauce and avocados, and it was delicious. I could taste the pine nuts...mmmm. I had a sunburger for the entree (I love those things) and Tori had the squash pasta. The waiter was very nice and told us that he worked with Bamboo Industries (he was working at the restaurant on the weekends to learn how to prepare raw food...man, I'd like to do that) a clothing label that Tori really likes! :)

And around this time was when something happened. (Well, technically something is always happening...mm, anyhoo.) Two people had came into the restaurant, and you pretty much notice everyone who comes in because the place is really tiny (similar to my dorm room, now that I think about it). One guy looked eerily like Rufus Wainwright...oh duh, because it IS him! Only once in my life had I actually seen a famous person in NYC (Ton Green counts, right?) and this time it happened to be someone I really admired. I had to go to the bathroom, which gave me some time to think about what I would possibly do. In case you don't already know, I'm very introverted and anti-social. I cringe when I have to speak because I'm incredibly inept at forming the right words or gathering my thoughts (so I end up saying the same thing over and over again or taking forever to figure out what I want to say and ultimately sound like a moron...you know, that kind of thing). Even around my best friends I'm like that, so it's just worse around people who aren't my friends. (I can speak better around my own family members.) I've never gone up to musicians I like after concerts because the idea of me having contact with them horrifies me, even the time that I was mere feet away from Even Johansen and debated about whether to approach him, decided that it would be better to flee.

But...I did it (this being one of the most un-Robynish things to do, EVER). This is my proof and will probably haunt me. I knew I'd regret it if I didn't approach him, but I'm still horrified that I went up to him during a time that he just wanted to eat, AND he was with a friend! I guess it wouldn't have been as bad if he was alone...although if he was with more than one person, that would have been worse, possibly. His friend took the photo of us, which was very nice. And Rufus was very nice; I wouldn't have been able to tell if he was annoyed with me or not. I hope he likes the attention. AHH whatever, I'm sure it's nothing. I'm glad I actually did something non-wussy for once, but I don't want to have to do it again. I'm almost afraid to go back to Quintessence! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Tori and I wanted to go to Live Live, which was supposed to open at 2, but they changed the sign on their door so it said it would open at 3. Oooh! Evil. :) (I noticed that "live" backwards is "evil", haha.) We roamed around a bit and went to Jubb's Longevity for a really tasty slice of marzipan cake (I think they have better desserts than Quintessence). Live Live was opened when we returned, and we both both a few things. I didn't go all out crazy like I did at HigH Vibe, don't worry! :) High Vibe has better prices, but although Live Live is smaller, they have some products that aren't at High Vibe.

We went back to Grand Central to roam around their shopping area and go to the market, where I got some raw cheese (which means its made from unpasteurized milk, although some of those cheeses are heated while being made, so you have to know which is which...although I don't actually know). Yup, I do like cheese and I haven't decided that it does anything really bad to me. There is a very big difference between good cheese and most of the stuff you find in regular supermarkets, just as there's a huge difference between good and regular chocolate. (I hope I don't sound too food-snobby.) I got two raw cheese: Brin D'Amour and Isle of Mull Cheddar. I tried the Brin D'Amour, but not the cheddar...I want to try it! Eek.

Around this time Tori and I departed. She took the train home and I went to the Port Authority Bus Terminal...I caught my bus JUST in time after taking the shuttle from Grand Central to Times Square. For whatever reason the underground path from the Times Square station to the PABT was closed. Doh.

When I had to drive home from the Ridgewood bus stop, I did an extremely dangerous thing that I had never done before; I nearly drove all the way home without my lights on. And it was raining! And I almost ran over a guy! I'm stupid, yes. The lights on the dashboard were on, but I didn't realize that my headlights were off despite not being able to see the road and thinking, "Gee, this is weird, maybe I'm going blind." Thankfully someone flashed his lights at me and then I realized my lights weren't on. I hope to never do that again, it was freakin' scary.

Today I did nothing because I got sick. I don't know what my sickness is though. I'm glad I got sick because then I had to rest all day and eat less, but the really weird thing is that my brother got the SAME exact thing even though out lifestyles are pretty different. Of course, we live in the same house but we eat completely different things and he spends most of his time in the basement while I...don't. And I went to NYC a few times. The sickness we both got was just having a hard time to breath, kind of like having asthma all day long. I used to have asthma but I've forgotten how awful it is to have such a hard time breathing.

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I just took a very long hiatus. I got hungry so I ate some various citrus fruits (easy to digest, I hope) and I started making more Poofies while watching LOTR: FOTR (lotter fotter?). Good times. If I can't sell my 15 Poofies (actually 17 because I still have two from the summer I never sold) then...I'm gonna have a LOT of Poofies.

Wanna see a really bad site? And I mean really bad? Just head on over to Pork4Kids where young'ins can learn all about pork and the basic food groups and how to make salads with bacon. The cartoon is priceless. It's just so awful, you wonder if anyone got paid to make it. Hopefully not. Peggy the Pork Chop needs to get a grip on things. And she creeps the hell out of me.

January 11, 2004

You Can't Tig on a Tog

It's too bad that the Tig Fanlisting isn't accepting any new members. There are just too many tig lovers, dammit! I just watched the commentary for LOTR: FOTR and that was definitely one of the funniest bits.

I've been searching for fanlistings just because I haven't really been in any. Now I'm starting to rack up loads of little icons to further make roboppy.net look like a dump. Hoo-yeah! Or maybe it gives the page personality. Actually, I just wanted to have the icon of the bunny butt. I'm not sure where I'm going with the site yet, but with the plan I have in my head at the moment, I'm going to have to redo pretty much all my pages and add some other junk. This doesn't sound like a very pleasant task, so perhaps I'll just...um...play some tig!

So this is what I'm doing in the last moments of my vacation. I have a week left, during which I'll either do nothing, or I'll prepare my NYU application. Yeah, I really ought to start that thing. I remember what a relief it was at the end of 2002 to be finished with all my applications (and subsequently be rejected from half of the places I applied to, woo!). Applications are even more annoying for transfers. I'll have to go to my high school and have that transcript sent out, and then I'll need my standardized test scores too. Oh yeah, I'll need recommendations too, lovely! I was looking at a book about colleges and it said that four history classes from high school are required. Well, I didn't do this, but I don't imagine that they'd outright reject me based on that. One annoying thing about NYU (or most unis/colleges) is that there are a number of core curriculum classes. Luckily, I'll have fulfilled most of these by the end of my freshman year, but one US history class and a non-US history class are required, neither of which I have much interest in taking. Non-US history, perhaps, but US history bored me out of my skull. *sigh* I hope I'm doing the right thing by applying to NYU (to become a nutritionist), but then again there's no guarantee that I'll get in. They rejected me before, which was pretty disheartening. They say they don't take into account what school you're coming from as a transfer, and not that Vassar is an extremely difficult school, but is it on par with a community college? Then again, if I went to a community college, I'd like to have the same chance of getting in as a transfer based on my effort as anyone else.

While I definitely could have tried harder this past semester, I'm pretty happy with my grades. I got an A in Japanese (my teacher must have curved the final), a B+ in Astronomy (my teacher must have curved the final by 50 points) and Bs in Cultural Anthropology and English (no surprise there). I was worried that my grades wouldn't even be good enough for me to apply to NYU, who recomments a B+ to A- average. I'm toward the lower rung of the ladder, but it's not too bad. ...god, I do NOT want to fill out any more applications. It's on the floor right next to me at the moment, and it's saying, "Even thought I'm just some mashed up, flattened tree-pulp, I will make your life miserable."

Would you like to make my life less miserable? PRE-ORDER A POOFY T-SHIRT! So far I have five orders, so I only need 20 more, ie 400%. ...which is kind of a lot when I look at it that way. Help make Poofy t-shirts become a reality! Make the world a better place! (Those two last statements aren't necessarily related.)

This week I went to NYC a few times and probably gained a few pounds (which is a reason why I shouldn't live in NYC, but my default I'd have to walk a lot more than I am now). I went on Wednesday with my mum to go to a transfers meeting at NYU and it was pretty nice, although a bit discouraging because it made me feel like I wasn't qualified. Heck, I don't feel qualified for ANYTHING. I've thought about this, and it's not just a factor of modesty or low self-esteem; I really don't believe I'm good at much. I know people tell me that I am, and I'm very grateful for such praise, but at the end of the day my head fills with thoughts such as, "Well you're really screwed when you get out of school because you won't be qualified to do anything," or "You're dehydrated," which is a totally different thought, but my brain is stupid and doesn't tell me when I need to drink water. Actually, my body is telling me something right now; I must take a leak.

*doodeedoodeedoo...random-bathroom-humming...lalala*

Anyway. I bought some new underwear (because I suppose you should do that every once in a while, although my mum had to remind me) and they feel a bit odd. Maybe they're supposed to make your crotch feel weird. THANKS JC PENNEY. I think that's the first or second time I've ever bought anything from that store before. I also bought new socks from Nordstrom; I never knew they sold so many socks before. I bought some knee-highs, which I've just discovered can keep your legs really warm, although I must be really short because they go past my knees. I also looked at some Super Lucky Cat stuff because it's generally stuff that, in theory, you could make on your own. I figured I wouldn't have been allowed to take photos of the clothes, although I could have taken it into the dressing room and snapped away. Having to rely on my own memory definitely does NOT work. All I can really recall is that I saw skirts and...they were made of stuff. About as helpful as watering toast (which just doesn't make sense).

Back to NYU. It was bitterly cold, so my mum and I didn't stick around NYC as long as we would have liked to. We got to see the library and a dorm room, which looked loads nicer than what I'm in now. How could dorms in Poughkeepsie be smaller than dorms in NYC? It doesn't seem to be fair, but then again, my dorm costs are thousands less than at NYU. Dorms at NYU have the added bonus of getting their own bathroom and not having to bunk their beds. Of course, what I'd REALLY like to know is what they're classes are like and whether I can actually do well in them. Ehhhhhh.

Mum and I went to Life Thyme, which will be the death of me if I live in NYC because they have the best raw food entrees and desserts I've ever had in my entire life. They're also the least expensive ones I've ever seen. Definitely try places like Quintessence at least once, but then just go to Life Thyme (Sixth Ave between 8th and 9th Street). They put soy lecithin in some of their stuff, which I'm not sure is good or not. It probably isn't that harmful, at least. They're desserts are unlike anything I've ever tasted before, and my favorite is the spirulina earth pie. MM, algae is tasty, I tell you. :) They also hav ea good variety of raw food snacks, some of which are cheaper than High Vibe, which is already less expensive than Live Live. High Vibe still has the widest selection, though.

I wish there was a website where people rated all the raw food places. There are enough of them to actually have choices on where to go, but not too many that you wouldn't be able to visit all of them. Maybe I should start a site! Ooh...*scratches head*...I certainly have an array of photos to share.

I also went to NYC on Friday with Cristen and her friend Mary, who goes to NYU. We went to Life Thyme where I picked up some raw pizza and slices of pie to bring home, along with some really good dried mango. We went to a nice pet shop (the nicest I've ever seen, at least, but I've only seen the ones in malls) with really adorable, although semi-psychotic dogs. One was a dalmation that kept whining when the other animals were out of their cages. He/She hawked a loogie too. Hm. Pleasant! There was another white dog who's quest was to eat the layers of paper lining his cage. Really, this little guy kept ripping away at the paper and trying to eat the cage itself. And there was another dog who was sleeping and kept twitching and fidgeting...must have been dreaming. There were some cute cats as well, which I'd love to take home. Actually, what I'd really like is a small bunny, but other than that, kittens would be nice too.

We visted Mary's dorm, which was even nicer than the one I saw on the tour. The view from her window was of the backside of a brick building, but she said other rooms had nice views. :D

Last night I made a new scarf. It looks pretty scraggly, but it only took a few hours...HOURS THAT I WILL NEVER GET BACK! MY LIFE IS A FAILURE! *sob* Erm. Anyway! I messed up because each of my rows was one stitch shorter than the one before, but I couldn't really tell because I was doing it lengthwise (so it's made of five really long rows, two alternating colors, done in double crochet). Eh well, still good. I haven't gotten to use it yet though because I stayed inside ALL DAY today. Oo.

OH CRAP, my laundry is sitting in the dryer! I need to go get that!

And...lastly, Rufus is playing at Vassar on Valentine's Day! Man, if I had known that when I met him, I would have said something. Or not. I already decided I wasn't going to the Beacon Theater show the night before. OH MAN, I need to give him a Poofy! OH MAN! AHH RUFUS! AHH! Okay, I'm done freaking out.

April 11, 2004

Chinatown

Today I went to NYC with the Asian Student Alliance because it was free and I probably wouldn't have done anything useful in school otherwise. They set up a trip to go to Chinatown and the Museum of Chinese in the Americas and afterwards eat lunch at a Chinese restaurant. I set my alarm for 8:30 AM and freakishly enough, I woke up at 8:29 (after going to bed at around 3 AM). I don't know what's up with my sleeping schedule as of late, besides that I'm not getting much sleep. I'm pretty sleepy right now but I feel like it's too early to go to bed at 1:30 AM...

I'm not a fan of Chinatown. It's an interesting place, but if I had to live there I'd probably go crazy. It's just always beyond crowded and ...well, that's mainly it. Imagine a group of nearly 30 students walking together in Chinatown. Nope, not all that easy. The museum was small but nice and had a funky exhibition that recreated an old Chinese restaurant that had closed in Los Angeles. After that we went to a Chinese restaurant called Joe's Ginger, or something like that. We were too early though so Megan and I walked around and stumbled upon a Asian grocery store (although I guess they would just called it a plain grocery store, and you can't really stumble into those things when they exist every 2 feet or so). Where else can you find bags of MSG and "brown candy", whatever the hell that is? They were selling Greek kalamata figs for $1 a package (14oz). Ahh! Holy crap, that's cheap. I just bought one package though because if I bought any more, I would have eaten it. Which is no good.

The lunch ended up having MASSIVE amounts of food in the form of 20-something courses. Or less. Something between 2 and 20, yes? The waitress told us how to eat soup dumplings...I had no idea you needed to tell people how to eat those, but eh, I don't even eat dumplings anymore. I was sitting there eating my figs and drinking water and I felt pretty out of the loop, so I ate some cooked broccoli and string beans. Mm...I gotta say, cooked broccoli is pretty good. I got into a discussion with another student about raw foodism and it was pretty funny. "Wait, you can't eat popcorn!" I can't say popcorn is at the top of my list of "foods I miss" and in all honesty, I don't really miss much. I mean, I wouldn't want to eat something so badly that I'd actually eat it. But anyway! I still like doing the pseudo-raw food thing. I could be a lot healthier, but I think I'm doing alright.

After lunch, Megan, Joan, Amy and I went to Zakka because I wanted to go there. And you know how I just love dragging people around! I wanted to see what books and things they had and since the last time I've been there they've installed two rows of vending machines that dispense little toys. They're so cute! I wish I could make little Poofy figurines. As always, lots of cool books and such at retail price (so I just about never buy anything, ha ha) and magazines. I really wanted t-shirt show? Amdagascar shirts, anyone? I feel like I could sell them for $20 there because that would make them cheap compared to all the other shirts (or among the cheaper ones). And I'd get 60% of the price. But ...I'm not likely to do that.

Amy left to go home after that (she lives in Brooklyn) and the rest of us continued on to The Market NYC while stopping into some stores in Broadway. There was this one store that sold tons of great skirts. Tons! Really happy polka dot miniskirts! Craziness. I could probably find the store if I were to go back and retrace my steps, but I don't remember the name. Crap. I suppose I could have bought something since the ride to NYC was free, but Megan and I were thinking, "We gotta get out of here before we buy something." We went around the Market NYC a bit. My favorite things there were these shirts with felt designs embroidered onto it. It was rather cheap too considering the effor that must have gone into them. I had enough trouble making my Bork shirt! Joan left at around this time because she was planning to meet a relative for dinner, so Megan and I decided to head towards Life Thyme in Greenwich Village (rather, I decided I needed to get raw pie, and Megan didn't mind coming with me).

...of course, I'm stupid and we ended up going east instead of west. And it took me a few blocks to realize this. I recognized Avenue A (we were supposed to go to 6th Ave), which made me realize, "Oh...crap." But it wasn't so bad because we stopped into Etherea and they had some Air promo posters for "Talkie Walkie", so I grabbed two of em. ;)

Me and my big brain thought "HEY, let's go in the other direction now" so we ultimately got to Life Thyme where I bought lots of stuff. Funny how I spend so much money on fleeting things such as food instead of clothing which would last much longer. I bought two slices of raw pie, some raw quiche made of...veggies, I suppose (it was really yummy), some raw junk food, raw pistachios, and dried mango. Mmm! By this time we almost had to leave to catch our train and by the time we got to Grand Central we had less than 5 minutes to board. Ahhh! I get so worried when I think I'm going to be late.

But we made it. Luckily Megan had a 10 trip pass and we both used it since the ASA said they'd reimburse us for the train ticket. During the ride we shared some raw junk food, although this one thing called a mango rawie and it was seemingly as hard as a rock. Attemps to split it were initially futile. I bit into it and it was...brown inside? Huh? I really have no idea why. Everything I've ever eaten from Glaser Farms has tasted great, so I don't know what was up with the mango rawie that didn't taste like mango, or anything for that matter. It didn't taste bad, but it just didn't taste like...anything? I still have some left, so maybe it'll taste different tomorrow. ...ooorrrr not!

Since I've been back in my room I've been reading e-mails and not replying to e-mails. I worked on the MC webdev site by changing the individual entry template (example). It doesn't look right in IE though...argh, what the hell is up with that? There's not enough padding at the top in IE so the navigational links moosh into the "media cloisters" thingy ding. DING DOO DADDLAOIHAE DOOASpoop! That's all I can say. Also, the CSS is probably horrible. I was just typing up whatever crap would work. I'm sure it could be consolidated or something.

Unconscious Mutterings:

  1. Boxing::gloves
  2. Lewis::and Clark
  3. Bodyguard::big dude
  4. Burnout::needs sleep
  5. Cruising::car
  6. Easter::bunny
  7. AA::alcohol
  8. Research::project
  9. Redemption::coupon
  10. Snickers::bar

May 9, 2004

Ear plugs, please

For the record, I think I ate enough to feed a horse. I'm paying for it now by feeling highly immobile. What's in my stomach exactly? Eh. Lots of dried pineapple, some cooked veggies, salad, various seeds, some kimchee, water, two bananas, and babies. I mean. No babies. Well...*pats stomach*...who knows? I don't know why I go through this cycle of eating-too-much-and-feeling-bad so much, but I guess I don't learn. I'm just stupid. *burps* That was the kimchee.

I had a pretty good weekend that resulted in this annoying ringing in my ears. Oh well, that's the price I pay for being stupid. I met up with CJ at the Times Square Toys R Us. Yay for meeting internet friends! :) We went on the Ferris Wheel and sat in the Mr. Potato Head cart. TATO HEAD! HA HA! That was fun.

We went to Life Thyme to eat some lunch/dinner. I love love love it there, although my raw burger patty tasted kinda funky. Too many spices. My spirulina earth pie was delicious though. I left a teeny bite behind because it was getting to the point where I thought if I ate anymore my stomach would reject it. That made me sad...the pie must be eaten! Ahh! I don't know the concept of leaving food behind. ;)

I really have no sense of direction. If only I had a built in compass in my head, then I wouldn't have to guess whether to go right or left and go in the wrong direction for 5 minutes before finding out that I am going in the wrong direction. So that's what happened yesterday as I tried to find Other Music. Doh. I was planning to just buy the new Mum album and instead I also bought Happiness by Fridge and Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die by Explosions in the Sky. I was going to get something by Minotaur Shock and decided I should listen to more of his stuff first, but I wish I had bought the CD because his stuff sounds pretty cool...oh well, I'm going back to NYC at the end of the month. WEE!

After the random splurge, we took the subway to Park Slope to go to Southpaw, where the Clinic concert was going to be held. We had a lot of time beforehand, so we just roamed up and down the street. A trip to the supermarket rewarded us with pooly designed cereal boxes and a tomato drink called Clamato. Clamato? ...yes. We went to a vintage store where I bought my mum a Mother's Day card (that was actually addressed to "Grandma" but it was the closest thing I could find) and went to a cute stationery/toy/book store called Scaredy Cat, where I bought my mum a gift (two pencils and a cute book). I asked the woman who worked there if they did consignments and they do! So maybe there will be poofy products in Brooklyn in the future. ;)

The doors were supposed to open at 7:30, but didn't open until 8, and the concert didn't start until about 10. Aaahh! The first band, Mad Action, was okay, but made me realize that I was going to go deaf. LOUD LOUD LOUD. My ears are still ringing right now, actually. The second band, Ratatat, was okay but I thought they'd be better. Clinic didn't come on until about 11:45 PM, which was bad considering that the last bus I could take home was at 1:30. Crap. We saw them play for about 25 minutes before I had to leave. :( Good stuff though. YAY concerts! Boo killing my eardrums!

More stuff happened, but that's all I feel like talking about. CJ is cool! Yay for meeting net friends! Not everyone on the Internet is scary...although I guess I'm a little bit odd.

I still feel too stuff. Dammit. DAMN YOU, FOOD!

The guy who lives in the room below me used a pole to knock his ceiling. HAHA! It was funny and scary at the same time. I mean, he was IM-ing me, so I knew what to expect. Otherwise I'd just be confused.

Now I am back in school. Fun fun fun. Not really. I was hoping to do 16 hours of work for my two week work period, but I think I'll only do 14. That's $16 less for me! Grr! Can't fit in two stupid hours...grr grr! Unless I go to the library tonight and sit there aimlessly. Nooo!

Blogger has gotten a beautiful redesign and to celebrate, you can read my old entries. I have about 950 posts. No joke. It's frightening to read stuff from so many years ago, but amusing too. Maybe.

I got my poofy tote bags last Friday and they're pretty sweet. I'll take a photo later. As for selling them, I don't think anyone will buy them for $10 so I might just give most of em away. Would anyone object to that? ;)

June 1, 2004

screwed as always

I like my brain. I mean, it's been a pretty good brain thus far. It allows me to walk, talk, eat, sleep, put on my clothes, drive a car, type incessant crap, play the guitar, play the drums...it's quite nice. Of course, there have been times when it has let me down, like keeping me up all night and preventing me from sleeping or doing the opposite during classes that occur before 10 AM. And sometimes it just goes stupid. Stupid stupid. Like right now it's being stupid by ignoring whatever I learned in English class and spitting out lots of babbling junk. Blorp. Blorp? Huh? So what was I saying? I don't know.

I say "screwed as always" because that is life. Being screwed. Or being en route to the state of screwiness. When I say I'm screwed, it can only involve one of two things (or both, if I'm in an especially bad state): school or social life. Most of my problems from last year came from both of these things and as I'm not finished with school, you can guess what the problem is. I don't feel an inclination to be social, which might be my first problem. What's my motivation to hang out with other people when it usually just feels awkward and not fun? And why would I want to subject people to my company when my company is no better than a garden snail? I dunno, it beats the hell out of me. I have more fun being in my room, sitting on my bum as it grows to massive proportions, than being around other people, sitting on my bum as it grows to massive proportions.

I'm an awkward child/person, or to put it more nicely, I'm "unique." But of course, everyone is unique! In his/her own special way! Joy! Humans make me nervous, more so if I know the other person and am expected to social with the person. I'm fine around strangers, even better around people who are older than me, but peers my own age are something else. I'm not sure how I even got this far in life with my kind of personality. Shouldn't I have been eaten by a lion by now? Hm. Well. Too bad that didn't happen. I feel really bad for anyone here who has to talk to me for some reason. God knows what they think of me.

I want to go to sleep. Mmmrraaar.

Today I got especially annoyed when my room suddenly reeked of marijuana due to some people smoking it downstairs. If I were a pissy person, I would've gone down to ask them to stop, but I'm not pissy. I'm passive and pessimistic. Nice combination. Most people don't know what I'm like when I'm angry because I tend to not be angry, just depressed. I was a combination of the two and thought about how I'd just go home if I could, or sleep outside if it weren't cold and rainy. I don't want to smell like I just got out of a bar. But where the hell are the non smokers and drinkers around here? I'm not the only one. I think. I don't really understand what's appealing about smoking and drinking. It's not that pleasurable, is it? Anything that smells so disgusting can't be good. Don't people realize that their body is trying to tell them something? That's why we have SENSES, people. Tastes bad? Probably not all that good for you. The sad thing I find about most people is that their bodies are smart but their brains aren't. You get one human body; why damage it?

I'm trying to be more in tune with my body because lately I've been stuffing it with fruit and nuts against its will, resulting in a sickly Robyn. You know when nuts and fruit are too much for you, you're basically screwed. Tomorrow I might fast or just eat very light raw food while taking some cleansing herb junk. I have to wake up early to get all the herb junk in...which sucks. Hohum, I hope it'll be good for my intestines.

This weekend I went on a massive CD buying spree. Right now I'm listening to Ladytron...fun stuff. I met up with Cristen in NYC and we saw Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and...Spring. It was a good movie, although there was probably tons of symbolism in it that I didn't pick up. After that we went to Other Music and headed to Life Thyme to eat some YUMMY FOOD! Mm. Food. Their dessert portions are always too large, but that doesn't stop me from eating the entire thing...which results in me feeling nauseous. Doh. Anyhoo, as for CDs, I bought "Light and Magic" (Ladytron), "Chiff-Chaffs and Willow Warblers" (Minotaur Shock), "Tides" (Arovane) and "& Yet & Yet" (Do Make Say Think). I've listened to everything already and it's all pretty nice stuff. Yay for blowing $60+.

Cristen has been my friend since 8th grade. It's kind of amazing...okay, not really. There are other friends I've had since 8th grade. In many ways, we're nothing alike, but we do luv each other. She's about 3 feet taller than me so sometimes I would joke around and call her mommy ...okay that's a little weird. My real mum is slightly taller than I am. Anyhoo! Cristen = cool, although hanging out with her brough some questions to my mind. How often do people talk on their cell phones for a somewhat extended period of time while walking with another person?...it's not a big deal, but it's not something I can really relate to because just about no one calls my cell phone or would want to talk to me in general.

I used to have this other very good friend who was almost my complete opposite except that we both liked Beck. It was strange. I don't know why I was so drawn to someone who was nothing like me. If it were possible though, I'd still want to be friends with her (not that it's completely impossible, but I have no idea what she's up to).

If it were up to me, there are a lot of friendships that I wouldn't have destroyed. But I guess there's no use in thinking about that...

...thinking is such a bother. Time for bed.

[Okay, maybe not quite yet. This weekend I implemented some of my evenmagnet.net redesign. I also organized my poofy shirts, to some degree. All the styles in that photo are the only ones I have. If you're interested in anything, leave a comment or contact me...you know how, yes?]

June 19, 2004

I hate being a dumbass

I had typed up a pretty long entry and then Firefox suddenly quit. By now I've learned to type everything in some external text editor, but since I'm using a mac I figured I didn't need to. Guess I was wrong. I've hardly every had program crash on me on a mac so you know...it's just my luck. Thanks. Today sucks a lot of ass. Now I wonder why I bother writing anything at all when most of the time I don't talk about the things I'm really thinking about. I don't even write about that stuff in my own paper journal. I think I'm too scared to even know what I'm thinking...

Uh. Anyway. On Thursday I went to NYU for a transfers orientation and to register for my classes. All six of em:

  1. New student seminar - required, non credit class
  2. Intro/food/food science - also has a lab, which is a cooking class...hehe. Nope, I don't have to cook.
  3. Intro to modern chem - has a lab
  4. Computers in nutrition - I might be exempt from this depending on how computer savvy I am...not very
  5. Writing the essay - I heard this class is awful and it's a crapshoot whether you get a good teacher or not. I chose a teacher with an Indian name that I recognized...let's hope that doesn't screw me over.
  6. Nutrition and health

I don't have classes on Monday and I only have one morning class on Friday. So I'm kind of afraid of the other three weekdays. I think I'll manage, but it'll be such a change from Vassar where I didn't have to commute anywhere (I'll practically be doing that since I'm certain I'll be living at the Water Street residence) and I only took four classes a semester. Also, nearly all my classes are in different buildings. I'm going to have to memorize how to get around Washington Square park and where all the buildings are. That shouldn't be very hard but still, it's just more stuff...to stress me out.

Besides registering for classes during the orientation, I also had to take a writing test. We had to write about the relationship between people and amusement parks, or something weird like that. I wrote an incredibly crappy essay, but I think it was semi-coherent. The school basically wants to know if we can hold a pen and if we know the English language. There were four other girls transferring into the nutrition major...woo, cool. The student who helped us get around campus was really nice and she's going to be a sophomore so I'll probably get to see her again.

I really hope that I don't get screwed over living in the city. I feel like I'm screwed all the time, or today in particular I feel screwed. Like I'll always be alone and such stuff like that. Swell. I just haven't really hung out with anyone today so I feel very much alone despite being surrounded by people. That happens a lot though...I could be in a crowd of people and feel like there isn't a person in sight. That doesn't happen much in the city though. Too many people? Hm.

I did other stuff in the city besides just go to the orientation since I had a lot of time to kill. I took a walk to the Visionaire gallery to see The Dunny Show. Those things look pretty cute online but in real life they're actually kinda scary. I also stopped by Zakka since it was close by. I got to buy the issue of Idea about Scandinavia that I've been wanting for a few months. There goes $45. While walking down West Broadway I went into a bunch of clothing stores for fun and I ended up buying two shirts from this one store.

I ate dinner at Life Thyme, consisting of a raw pizza and raw spirulina pie. Mm, now that is delicious. It was a big indulgence though, which is why I need to semi-fast now. Today and yesterday all I ate was my Ejuva cleanse herbs, water, and honey. I feel okay. So. It can't be that bad, eh? I guess it wouldn't be worth it to eat "real" food and screw up my cleanse for the moment. I can bear not eating for a few days.

Today I didn't do much besides go out for a few hours to lie by Sunset Lake and write letters and study Norwegian. Other than that I've been in my house ALL DAY LONG, and I haven't done much to show for it. I took a nap. I read. I listened to music. I'm listening to My Bloody Valentine right now. "Loveless" is a good album...dreamy and layer-ee. Another good thing (although unrelated) is Blankets by Craig Thompson. I practically read the whole book in a day (well, less than a day) but it's pretty easy. I was thinking that the story wouldn't have been that great if it were just prose, but with the drawings it was really beautiful. Or maybe I'm being too harsh because I'm not that into love type stories, but it was really good. READ IT!

So. ... ...today was kinda depressing. I went into my "Why the hell am I here and why was I born and why don't people like me?" mode. I semi hung out with some of my housemates, until they started smoking pot and the smell was unbearable. But it was nice of the dude to offer to hang out with me. I generally don't like hanging out with people though because I think I'll bother them. People almost never ask me to hang out with them, so I just get really self conscious...it doesn't help that I live in a house where nothing happens. I keep thinking about how my summer would be going if I lived in the house I was supposed to live in originally. I guess I'll never know.

I think there are a lot of things I'll never know.

Unconscious mutterings:

  1. Abundance::food
  2. Casino::gambling
  3. Shell::turtle
  4. Overpriced::money
  5. Cancellation::check
  6. Eternal::sunshine
  7. Lyrics::music
  8. Faith::religion
  9. Because::i said so
  10. Wimp::weak

June 27, 2004

MOCCA Art Festival

I went to the MOCCA Art Festival yesterday and went on a irrational buying spree (not that buying sprees are every rational). I left Poughkeepsie with four people and another person from Vassar met up with us when we got to the festival. I met up with Diana and Amy, a friend from my Japanese class. When I walked into the building my first impression was "HOLY CRAP, so much stuff SO MUCH STUFF!" This place was pretty huge, with three rooms bursting at the seems with indie comic goodness. I was just filled with happiness being in a place with other people who liked to draw fun stuff and and and...yeah. Cartoonists are very friendly, it seems. Maybe it's because they're a happy population? ;D I bought a lot of random stuff, mainly from Top Shelf. Cute indie comics provide a burst of happiness, for me at least. One of the coolest things about the festival was getting to see the artists behind the comics and getting people to sign their stuff. ;D Todd Webb and Jeffrey Brown drew some cool stuff in my books.

After going to the festival all I want to do is draw comics. ...stupidly I haven't really drawn any more today. I should make it my goal to draw every day though and maybe, just may, learn how to draw A HUMAN. I can't draw humans. I mean, I can hardly draw anything besides the characters in Poofyville, and even then they come out pretty bad. If I could do Poofy related stuff for the rest of my life, I would be oh-so happy.

My Vassar friends and I went to Rice to Riches, a glorious shop that only sells rice pudding. I'm not a big rice pudding person but I haven't had it in ages and for some reason I really craved it, enough so that I would screw my raw food diet for a bit. I've done that before but never to eat a grain product or any kind of conventional dessert. Anyhoo, all the websites I went to said that the pudding was in the $4-$5 range when it's really $6 for a single serving that is really a double serving. So! I shared a pudding with Jeremy, opting for cinnamon and rocky road. The price of the pudding reflects what are hopefully good ingredients, clean facilities, and a really nicely designed interior, along with the utensils (cool shaped bowl and spoons). The idea of a rice pudding show sounds so funny, but it's like any ice cream shop...but with pudding instead of ice cream. Why didn't anyone think of it before? I like pudding more than ice cream. Pudding is always pudding when you are eating it. Ice cream turns into super sweet ice cream puddle while you are eating it.

We went back to the festival to pick up Diana, who was waiting in line to have Craig Thompson sign her new hardcover version fo Blankets. Oooh! Check out some photos she took here. Blankets made me feel nice n fuzzy inside. Kinda. Actually I just like the word "blanket" a lot. Soft, warm security. Mmm.

I wanted to stop by Toy Tokyo so the whole lot of us, seven people, headed to one of my favorite places...the East Village! Wee. I see it as a foodie haven. The store felt like it came straight out of Japan, with toys neatly lined up on the walls and glass cases with more toys inside. I would have liked to get something just as a souvenir but I figured any little plastic toy I bought would break pretty easily. Doh. Jeremy bought a cute little Yoshi wind-up toy. :) There was a section of robots and some Kubricks (nothing I really liked though) and just...lots of random stuff. A candy store of cute little Japanese toys. It reminded me of Akihabara.

Diana and I split from the rest of the group at this point to eat dinner at Quintessence. I ordered a raw hawaiian pizza (toppings: pine nuts, pineapple, and avocado) and Diana had burritos (with huge lettuce leaves replacing the bread). It was really good, but as I ate the ENTIRE THING, I felt like expoding/puking afterwards. Oops. Despite Diana and I feeling sufficiently blimpy, we also got desserts. ;D Humans are silly like that.

We went to Etherea after that with the intention of getting a little exercise and instead I ended up buying some stuff (Syrofoam album and a Markant record) along with picking up some free promo posters from their pile of stuff (Sondre Lerche and Mum).

By this time I realized...crap, I don't have much time to get to the station. I called Jeremy and found out they were quite a distance away from a subway, like me. I semi panicked when I couldn't find the uptown 6 train when I got to Lafayette, and then again when I got on the 6 train and it was being pokey. Then when I got to Grand Central and didn't see any of my friends, I figured they all got on the train. Lovely...but where is the train? AHH DAMMIT! I couldn't find gate 30 and ran around like a chicken without a head. My backpack's zipper started opening at some point and all my stuff fell out of my bag. When I say "all" I mean...lots of stuff. Jeremy's Yoshi toy fell out and I hadn't noticed, but while i was running around a lady picked it up and gave it back to me! Damn, lucky for Jeremy. I would've felt horrible if I lost it. By the time I ran down to the train, legs turning into jello-like substance, I dropped my crap AGAIN and literally tossed it onto the train, feeling very bad for the conductor in the front. But I made it to the 7:04 train with all my body parts intact, except for my stomach which felt like it was gonna blow at any second (keep in mind that I was doing a lot of running and I'm not fit to do so!).

I found a three seater and laid down on it, reeking of sweat and feeling pukey. But. I made it! Commence frantic calling to friends.

...they didn't make the train. Crap! No biggie, I'd just wait for them when I got to the station. They had trouble finding the right subway station too. I really wish I had known because then I wouldn't have gone so goddamn crazy trying to get on the train! I think my lungs were going to explode. And that I'd die. DIE. Death. But I'm glad they all made it at least. Maybe I shouldn't have left them in the city without a map. :\

Good day. Fun times. Stuffed myself with food. Tomorrow starts the 5 day fast and herbal cleanse. The last part! Ah!

Oh yes, you gotta see the photos. I actually put them all up for once!

August 24, 2004

Still alive

It's been a while since I've updated this thing, but those of you who are my livejournal friends know I'm alive (alive and eating doggie treats. And if I weren't alive, I wouldn't be typing this whilst listening to Sondre Lerche. So there you go: Robyn = alive. Now the world may resume sucking.

I can't believe it's already been more than a week since Summer Sundae. I'm still in denial that I'm back home and that I have to move into my dorm in just a few days. And I'm in denial that I'm getting older as my birthday looms ever closer and I edge my way out of teenager-ness. I'd like to believe that in some ways I was never a typical teenager, but I was...a teenager. I mean, I still am. In about another year I won't be, but let's not think about that right now or else my hair with burst into gray-ness.

I've been thinking about my blogging over the past four years (four freakin' years; I actually started before that without a blogging tool, but here's my first blogger entry and what I've gained from it, besides getting used to writing in such a self-centered manner. [ponders] Not much. That's all I can come up with at the moment.

Over the weekend I didn't do much (unlike last weekend...[sigh]). I walked to the public library with my mum and found out it only took 25 minutes, as opposed to the 30 minutes I thought it took (hell yeah, shaved off five minutes!). The problem with my town is that it's not pedestrian friendly, otherwise it'd be pretty nice to walk around. There's a walkway for a bit of the walk, but otherwise cars may be dangerously close to turning you into roadkill. Not that they would, but it still sucks tip-toe-ing on the edge of the road and the overgrown grass. I don't know how much sidewalks cost but the library got a hefty makeover that must've cost a lot. SIDEWALKS! Put some sidewalks by the school as well.

I'm not much of a walker, but after being in London and Newbury I became more accustomed to walking. It would take Kat and me 30 minutes to walk from her house to the town center, but it was a really nice, pleasant walk through bountiful scenery and the lack of roadkill danger. Hells yeah! I'll keep those characteristics in mind when I want to find a place to live.

Last Friday I went to NYC to visit my dorm and time the walk from campus (Washington Square Park) to my home for the next year (200 Water Street). I don't know if I'm just an extremely slow walker, but it took my mum and me 50 minutes. I heard it would take around 40 minutes so I guess it's not far off, but still...blech. I can walk at least one way each day and both ways if I'm in a weird mood and feel like walking a lot. Don't worry, there are school shuttles and the subway that I can utilize. It's just such a difference from Vassar and getting to roll out of bed and be in class in about 5-10 minutes. Dammit. Then again, my dorm should be much nicer this year than last year. Then again, with the distance I probably won't spend as much time in my dorm as I did last year.

Mum and I walked around Chinatown, which was much fun since it's chock full of FOOD...that I shouldn't be eating. I'm trying to eat better than during the trip (as in major decrease in chocolate and biscuit/grain product consumption) but I'm still screwed. I think the only way for me to lose the 15 pounds or so I put on is to go back to 100% raw food. I'm currently eating fruit, yogurt, and steamed veggies, although more than half of what I eat consists of fruit. It's still a really good diet compared to how most people eat but it's still not good enough for me. :( Some people think I have major food issues and some people think I don't, so to clarify: I do have issues, but they're...well they don't make much sense, besides that just like most human beings, I enjoy the process of shoving food into my mouth and masticating to the point that I can swallow said food and let it churn in digestive juices until my intestines are ready to try and absorb whatever nutritients it can and hopefully expell said food in a timely and clean manner.

You can relate, right? Yeah.

I've been going through lots of website thinking lately since I'm still not sure how I'm designing homeofmagnet.com (which doesn't work at the moment...kind of a mixed blessing for me). I've done one and a half designs so far (the half is one I started but gave up midway since it was craptacular) and the one I've got now is crap. Okay, it has a tiny bit of potential but it's not something I'd be willing to show anyone yet. Lee mentioned to me how if something is wrong with a fansite then it's just the fan's problem but on an official site it's also the artist's problem ...not that I intend to make problems but that's something I've been thinking about. Looking at the stats for evenmagnet.net, it says 2.9% of my audience is using Netscape 3.x. WHAT? Who are these people? I can't imagine how my site works (or doesn't work) in that browser. Really, what the hell? Mmwhatever, I'm going to try and make my code nice n clean and SPARKLY, or something...

I also chatted with Truck, not that my experience is really the same but his was the closest I could think of and...okay, that didn't sound grammatically correct. You're probably used to that by now though. HOORAY, your English skills are slowly deteriorating as you read my blog. Super! Anyhoo, yeah. He gave me quite a lot of good insight except...[looks at watch]...I have yet to heed any of it. But I'll keep it in mind.

[wheeze] Dammit, when I cough I get insanely wheezy right afterwards. It's a bit disturbing because having your lung tubes (that's what I call em) constrict isn't a sign of good health. It's hard for me to believe that I actually was doing the 100% (ish) raw food thing and feeling pretty good physically, at least compared to how I feel now, which is fat and un-breathe-ee. [WHEEEEZE]

Oh, those doggie treats I referenced in the beginning of this entry are quite good. I swear. Yeah, this is the nutritionist-in-training speaking. Figure the ingredients listed on the label weren't euphemisms for lesser quality foodstuffs (honey = dirt clods!), they were much better than most stuff you'd find in a supermarket for human consumption. I'm sure the people who made the treats ate them themselves too. The only thing I know I did wrong was eat something like half of the bag (so about 5 ounces) while dogs wouldn't be given that many treats in one day. But if I'm dead tomorrow, I'm going to blame it on the doggie treats (from the grave).

September 5, 2004

NYU: Week 1

I've been neglecting this blog, but god knows why you'd want to read it anyway. If you used livejournal then you could see my bitching and moaning on a semi-regular basis, complete with photographic aids every now and then. ...or maybe it's better you stick to this blog.

Anyhoo, I've been in my dorm for more than a week now (got here last Saturday) and it's very nice. I've been walking a lot, eating a lot, calling people a lot, sitting in front of my laptop a lot (especially now that I have a cable modem) and...yeah. Most of my time is spend sleeping, walking, eating, and Internet-ing. It's kind of like being in Vassar or NJ except I walk a lot more here. There's a shuttle that goes from my dorm (200 Water Street) to the NYU Washington Square campus (which is where most of the classes are, as opposed to London or Madrid) in about 20 minutes but since I'm masochistic and need serious exercise I've been walking most of the time. If I'm fast it only takes me 35-40 minutes to walk, and if I'm slow (which I usually am) it takes 40-50 minutes.

Today I walked to the Loews Theater on Third Ave and 11th Street, which took me 50 minutes because I am stupid and went all the way to First Ave. Doooh! Diana suggested that we see Vanity Fair and since I didn't know anything about the movie I happily joined for da fun. Overall it was pretty good, except I felt like a lot of the story was being left out. Not considering the story, it was nicely shot and mainly takes place in England. So England gives it cool points. COOL!

We roamed around for a while, stumbling upon Rice to Riches after following my messed up sense of direction (I mixed up Prince and Spring street, which is scary because yesterday I looked up the address and could only remember Prince...Prince doesn't sound remotely like Spring, does it?). We had a cheesecake pudding and a peach pudding with cherries on top. Mmm. Lunch.

More walking brought us to our favorite place, Urban Outfitters. I hate to admit it but I always like the clothes they have. There are about five of them within walking distance though, and I saw two of them today. And there aren't any in NJ, poo. We do have a Free People store though, which is as close as it gets. Anyhoo, I'm not allowing myself to buy clothes until I lose weight, which at this rate means I will never buy clothes again. I already bought pants when I was skinnier and I predict depression if I buy anything larger. So blah! Blah.

My plan to lose weight and eat less/eat raw food is not going well, or going at all. Honestly, I'm eating so much crap. Today was bad because we had a floor meeting with free ice cream and...dude, there was so much free ice cream. So much. I had two bowls and I still feel fine (although I did feel a bit eh after the second bowl). Ice cream tastes really good; now I understand why people like it so much. To fill you in, I think (thought) I was a bit lactose intolerant, but yesterday I drank a bottle of chocolate milk and remained in good digestive condition today. It should only take a day for my intestines to figure out if they can handle the milk or not. God knows what'll happen to me after eating all that ice cream.

Back to Urban Outfitters. It always has stuff that I want. Always. Jeans look good on most people. Diana had some nice looking jeans and she got another pair. I don't look good in jeans, THE END! After not having been pants shopping in about two years, I realized why I took a liking to skirts: I don't need to alter them. Unless I buy pants in the kid's section of a store, they're always too long (unless they're cropped). I have no problem with skirts, except that they tend to not have pockets and pockets make life much easier. Dammit.

So blah. I spent my money at Other Music, picking up a used copy of the latest Sondre Lerche album and a used copy of a Styrofoam album. Mm, used CDs. Still good. Also got the new Filter magazine, which has a page about Magnet! HELL YEAH, A PAGE! I was so happy. If he doesn't tour near me I will die...I mean, I will cry.

Back to fooding. ...we fooded. Yes. Ate dinner at Dojo on 4th Street, which I had heard of because of it's cheap vegetarian-friendly fare. So what did I order? A hamburger. Yeah, I don't know why I ordered that. Next time I'll try something else. After that I had a hankering for some ice cream so we went to Tasti D-Lite. Damn, that's good. Hoooyeah. I've eaten so much ice cream today. God help me.

On top of the ice cream, i bought some kind of almond oat bar as I walked home and bought a 4 oz bag of Terra Chips in Duane Reade even though I only planned to buy toilet paper. God...dammit.

I feel so fat, despite all the walking around. Tomorrow I plan to walk up to Union Square and back again. That's gotta be an at least 3 mile walk, right? Maybe? Eh.

Other things I've done this week: go to a bunch of orientation things, buy some text books, talk to other people (gasp), go to Juniors in Brooklyn for mad delicious cheesecake, walk across the Brooklyn Bridge (beautiful I tell ya), see my old friend Carol from Taipei American School, eat craploads of food, drink taro milk tea with tapioca junk, go to the WTC site, walk on Broadway what feels like a million times, find out I have no roommate.

That was very summed up, but there ya go. I'm going to use some kind of photo gallery for my site cos the blogging thing ain't gonna work when I have hundreds of photos from England still collecting dust. Doh.

September 11, 2004

NYU: Week 2

I ate too much. Not surprising, eh? My push towards a raw food diet is as successful as the search for a method of time travel (except worse). At this moment I'm eating a "jumbo daifuku" despite feeling sickly from the Jingo Korean vegetable medley (not because it was bad but because I ate too much). I don't know why I have such a hard time controlling how much I eat. It's very annoying.

And thus, I am a Food Studies major! I switched from nutrition because...because. Because I wanted to. I hope it's more fun than nutrition or that I'll learn enough to make me not eat so much or...god, I don't know. There's a computer science minor that I'm interested in as well. Mmm. Computers and science. And web stufffff.

My first week of school went rather well, except for funky transportation (or lack thereof) in the wee hours of the morning. I'm not taking any 8 AM classes (why would anyone make 8 AM classes?) so it's not too bad, but on my first day of school there were so many people trying to take the shuttle that I ended up using the subway to get to campus, making it to class in the nick of time after going up seven flights of stairs. Hooray for chem! Chemistry is very un-intimidating right now, which makes me very happy. I haven't taken a chem class since 11th grade and while I did well in it, it wasn't all that enjoyable (mainly due to having morons as classmates).

After chem I had a writing course, which was moved to a different building because of a blackout in the original one. Sweet. I enjoy writing but not when I have to do it in a school setting (having to analyze something and write about it makes me want to kill things). It was a nice class but after meeting with my advisor I found out I didn't have to take it due to a policy change over the summer. SWEET! So writing class is no more and instead I'm taking a class about food in society. There are three books on the class's reading list and I've read two of them already. Woo. The bad thing about my schedule change is that I now have classes nearly straight from 2 PM to 9:25. Doh. My last classes are intro to foods and the intro to foods lab. I didn't have lab this first week but next week the fun will begin...and it should be fun because we get to learn how to cook. Not that I will use this knowledge in my too-nice kitchen, but eh.

Wednesday started off with massive raining/flooding and general craziness. Luckily, I got on the shuttle only to find out when I got to school that my computers in nutrition class was cancelled due to flooding in the classroom. It was comical to see the signs posted up, as the classroom was already switched to one different from the original schedule and there was another sign posted under the classroom change sign saying the classroom was closed. The signs basically said "GO TO LC8" and "LC8 IS CLOSED". I went to the Union Square market, bought too much food including a loaf of rye bread and many carrots, and came back to my room for a nice break.

Rye bread is yummy. I can't eat it anymore. Rye bread is also dense and brick-like. I didn't think I could eat the entire loaf in one day, maybe half, but by the end of the day I had nearly eaten 3/4ths of it. My tummy told me I couldn't digest very well so I threw out the remaining bread. Rye, no more. I've come to the conclusion that I don't handle any grain product well, but eating a little bit won't kill me if I have to (and I did eat some bread yesterday, which I'll get to).

On Wednesday I met up with Grace, an Internet friend, also an NYU transfer student. It was cool getting to hang out with someone and not sit on my bum all day until it got numb. We went to the South Street Seaport where I got ice cream and Grace got food from Subway. I ate ice cream every day this week until today because I found out my organs don't like being bombarded with ice cream, no matter how much my brain and mouth enjoy it. At least, that's what I'm assuming. I ate it every day because I thought I DID digest it fine, but I got weird intestinal problems yesterday and thus ended the ice cream eating spree. I also found out I don't digest carrots well. Dammit. All my favorite foods are making me sickly. I have yet to give up my pudding, rice or non-rice.

I had my nutrition and health class late Wednesday afternoon/evening and it was pretty interesting. The classrooms in 194 Mercer are nice and spacious, which is good since there are 80-something people in my class. The teacher uses powerpoint presentations, which are super easy to follow. YEY.

Thursday I only had two classes in the morning, chem and the new student seminar. We reviewed the three states of matter in chem...yes, turkey, pine cones, and bottles. I mean, liquid, solid, and gas. I know this stuff! HOLY CRAP that's amazing. I hope the rest of the class is easy. The new student seminar is a no credit course but it's really laid back and a good way to get to know other new students in the same department along with what resources there are. Next week we have a breakfast, hopefully not full of food I can't eat but we'll see. A lot of free food consists of bagels, pizza, tea, and cookies, none of which I have the desire to consume. (Yet despite everything I don't/can't eat, I still eat too much. Frightening.)

If anyone's curious, here's a list of stuff I can't or choose not to eat:

  • ice cream
  • grain products (ie, bread, cake, pasta, cookies; will eat on rare occassion; this does no include rice)
  • pizza (although it smells good, I think it looks kinda gross. I haven't eaten pizza in a few years.)
  • meat (eaten sparingly, just because I'd rather eat other things. However, there has been meat in the form of imitation crab in the sushi I've eaten today and yesterday)
  • coffee/tea (don't like the taste)
  • alcohol (ew)
  • salad (nothing wrong with salad, it's just not high on my enjoyment list)

Not the longest list in the world but considering how most people drink coffee/tea or eat stuff made of grain, it's...I don't know. I still eat too much. I eat craploads of chocolate.

Okay, back to whatever I was talking about...what was I talking about? Hm. Thursday. Thursday was nice because I didn't have to do much, bwahaha! I went to the club fair at Coles sports center and the line to get in was ginormous. It was around the end of the fair so I guess I was among the straglers who didn't think there's be craploads of people. NYU has too many clubs so it was pretty intimidating. There were clubs for people of a certain enthnicity of a certain religion (like "people of the island Foog who practice Shmirk"). I signed up for the web design club, the Taiwanese student something or other, and some asian interest sorority (which I didn't know existed). For the last one I didn't even know what I was signing up for until the girl gave me a postcard.

After that was the mystery concert, aka the Shins (who were opened by the Fiery Furnaces?). I like concerts and I like free stuff, but I was there by myself and was not a Shins fan. There were a bunch of desparate looking people around there who wanted tickets so I decided to give mine away and come back to my room. Yeah, I suck but there wasn't much point in me taking some other fan's place.

Friday was another short school day. I just had chem lab in the morning, during which we didn't actually do any lab stuff but just got lab partners and made sure we had the right equipment in our lockers. I've got a cool partner so I'm happy. :) Our locker is far away from our table though and it was full of crap (including old coffee cups?). Hmmm. We got all the right stuff in it now though, ie graduated cylinders, flasks, and all that fun junk that I haven't touched since 10th grade. Eek.

My dad and my grandpa came during the afternoon to visit and drive around a bit. It was kind of pointless in my opinion, but...meh. I don't have a very good relationship with my dad and I don't really have any relationship with my grandfather (besides the blood one) so it was awkward. I was happy when it was over and I got to return to my room for a short period of time before going out again to meet up with Grace at the campus. We were going to see a free movie at the Cantor Film Center but we didn't make it in...doh! The line was long so we didn't think we could but eh, we tried! Before waiting in line to see the movie we ate dinner at Peanut Butter & Co, which is now my favorite restaurant (I went there by myself earlier in the week) and the only reason I'd eat bread. $10 will get you a yummerful sandwich and a milkshake. I've rare had milkshakes before (if ever) so I didn't realize that a milkshake is basically pseudo-liquified ice cream. I was going to stop eating ice cream yesterday but after the milkshake (of which I had one and a half of since Grace didn't finish hers and...I'm a glutton) I figured, what the hell. Later that night I got a chocolate cone from a Mr. Softee truck so I really crapped up my body, but Mr. Softee was the last ice cream treat I wanted to try. The day before I got ice cream and chocolate from Australian Homemade, both delicious.

Grace and I wandered around for a while, toying with the idea of seeing a movie at the Union Square Loews but deciding against it after realizing that either all the movies sucked or we had seen them already. The place was packed anyhoo. :\ We stumbled upon an M2M, which I have now decided is my favorite place. Cheap Japanese and Korean food, I'm in heaven! We waxed nostalgic looking at drinks and candies we ate as kids (sometimes comically so: [both pointing at koala bear chocolate filled crackers] "I used to eat those!") and drooled over everything else. I gushed at the cute packaging and attempted to read katakana unsuccessfully. In the end I bought a daifuku, which I haven't eaten in ages but now LOVE (rice pasta ball filled with red bean paste).

Food. So much food. We went to Union Square and looked around the Virgin Megastore before Grace departed and I went into super glutton mode in my persuit of the chocolate Mr. Softee cone.

Today I went back to Union Square, walking along a different route than what I had taken before. Now I know it's easier to go up Bowery than Broadway. :P I met up with one of Carol's friends, Tae, and we walked around and talked about stuff...it was fun! We ate at Baluchi's (doesn't that sound Italian?) and I went completely nuts at M2M, buying craploads of stuff (yet I'm still eating). I think I've met my food-opposite, not taste wise but portion and feeling wise. Message to people who get full easily and have trouble keeping on weight: I do not understand you. Give me your problems. I will hold them like warm little babies and love them.

Now I am here, like a fat pig, eating pudding. I mean, if pigs ate pudding. Tomorrow I'm going to see Videos That Rock as part of Res Fest with Diana. Woop woop!

Random note thing: Julia is 16. Damn, I feel so unaccomplished. I love her threadless shirt, I must buy buy buy and consume some more. I have too many t-shirts. :(

September 18, 2004

Bibimbap, anytime

This week was pretty laid back compared to other weeks because due to Rosh Hashana, two of my classes were cancelled. Sweeeet. However, I've gotten super lazy and need to do work. Reading. Must. Do. That. Most of my time has been occupied with home of magnet-ing but I'm really close to being finished. Kind of. Yes. ...I can't speak in complete sentences, sorry. And "On Your Side" is coming out in 10 days! So it only took 14 months to get from the UK to here. Uh huh.

Even though there is a lot of tweaking to be done for hom, I consider myself pseudo-released from having to come up with any more design or information architecture thingies ("thingies" is the technical term). So what now? OTHER SITES! Nougart.net (which I used as a test site for textpattern) and this one. This site needs a redesign, don't you think? It hurts my eyes and has turned into a massive light blue sludge. I'm not sure what the redesign will be like, but it may involve a can of beans because that's what this site stands for. Indigestion.

I should update this thing more, eh? What the hell have I been up to? Food issues still run rampant, today being a very foodie day that broke my "one meal out a day at most" rule. I had TWO meals out. GASP! My food bill ran about $37 today, $20 spent on lunch at Serendipity 3. I have a photo of myself with the massive frozen hot chocolate...so massive. I was so happy. Just before I was out of breath and feeling slightly deathie.

Okay, rewind. The main point of the Serendipity going was to see Melanie and Jamie, two of my old friends from Taipei American School. If Karen had been there, our group from 7th grade would've been complete. :) One of Jamie's roommates and her roommate's friend were there as well. It was really cool seeing them again because even though I had only been to school with them for two years, seeing them again was like ...no time had passed between us. Except a lot of stuff has that I'm probably not aware of. I guess what's cool is that we haven't changed a whole lot since 7th grade. I have friends from back then who I probably wouldn't recognize today based on their personalities, or maybe what they look like. We're not all necessarily alike (I'm not sure we'd be friends if we met for the first time today) but we have weird memories and we're all comfortable with each other. And we're all Asian. I feel like 99% of my friends are Asian. Hmm.

There was massive raining going on this morning which resulted in crappy subway service. If I heard the loudspeak correctly while riding the 6 train, service between 42nd Street and 100-something Street was suspended due to flooding. Crap. I was already late for the predetermined 11:30 AM meeting time by 15 minutes when I got to 42nd Street and then I'd have to walk another 18 blocks, which took me way too long because I went in the wrong direction TWO times. Oh well, now I know that Madison Ave is west of Lexington. :\ I was pretty late by the time I got there (I absolutely hate being late or when other people are late!) so I felt crappy, but seeing old friends and indulging in a deathly frozen hot chocolate soothed my weary ...um, lungs (I got kinda wheezy).

Food at Serendipity is expensive. I got one of the cheapest things on the menu besides the drink (chili) but in the end I paid with a $20. The bill for the five of us was over $100 and I think we gave a nice tip. ;) Their food is only so-so though, so if I ever go there again I think I'll will go in the complete opposite direction of moderate intake of sweets and eat dessert and more massive frozen hot chocolate.

After fooding, we went to Jamie's apartment. Her family has an apartment in that area but don't live there most of the time. It's a very nice apartment too with a ridiculously fast elevator. We plopped around watching TV (I haven't done that in weeks) but with a bagillion channels, nothing good was on. That's kind of sad. We decided we HAD TO MOVE AROUND, so Melanie and I went to the NYU Bookstore and Jamie and her roommate went back to their dorm, then later met up at Korea Town (33rd Street).

I haven't eaten much Korean food in my life besides kim chee and jap chae (noodle thing that I don't digest very well, oh no!) so today for the first time I had bibimbap. Damn, that is good. Jamie and I got it (although I got the hot crock pot version) and we were eating it incorrectly at first. Jamie's friend said we were supposed to mixed everything and put in hot sauce but we hesitated and must've looked really odd because one of the waitresses came over asking if we were Korean. Obviously not Jamie or me, haha. She told us to mix it and stuff and...well, she kinda freaked us out, hovering above us as we ate our food, probably disgracing Korean culture (oops) so we mixed it and damn, that is yummy. And it's not like I knew mixing the rice was actually the name of the dish, haha. But honestly, I dunno if I should be obsessed with yet MORE FOOD, in fact, opening an entire cuisine to be ingested by my all too welcoming stomach. [pokes stomach]...it's been through a lot today.

After dinner we went to the Manhattan Mall where I actually BOUGHT CLOTHING, something I swore I wouldn't do until I lost weight (I've probably gained weight since I made that decision). I dropped about $60 on three skirts and three knee high socks, bringing my expendature for the day to about $100. Good lord. Oh yeah, using the subway 4 times tacks on some more...okay, I have to stop going out. I don't recall buying new skirts at all this year (maybe one?) so ...blah. Still. Consumerism. Wee. Oh yeah, clothing sizes are so screwed up. They must've decreased their sizes by three or four.

Now I am back in my lovely lonely room...well, not so bad with Sondre Lerche playing in the background (I've been listening to "Two Way Monologue" over and over again, it's super good as opposed to regular good).

So the rest of the week (previously) was good. Yesterday I met up with my roommate from Vassar, Kathryn, and we ate at Peanut Butter and Co. Yes, that place, AGAIN! At least I didn't go there two times this week, haha. It was nice to meet up and talk about how the Vassarites are doing. It was the first time Kathryn had seen me eat cooked food! ;) I felt like such a pig because she was too full to finish her sandwich, so I ate half of it (fluff and peanut butter) in addition to mine (peanut butter, orange marmalade, and almond slivers). Plus my peanut butter soy shake. Holy crap. And after that I still felt fine...fine enough to Beard Papa, which just opened yesterday. When I first passed by at around opening time, there was a line around the corner of Astor Place. I happened to pass by again later to meet up with Kathryn at the golden time of "sample pass out", which probably lasted a few minutes before the heaping plate of cream puff cut ups was gone. The cream puff was very good, but it's not something I'm likely to try again. I just wanted to try it once.

I had a chem lab yesterday morning involving using a bunsen burner and reading a graduated cylinder. If all labs are like that, I'll be set! I know they won't but I hope chemistry is fairly easy. The teacher said that half of us would probably do well enough on tests and labs that we wouldn't have to take the final.

Rest of the week...hm. Stuff happened. Nothing extremely news-worthy I suppose. Besides Magnet news. ;)

September 30, 2004

broccoli galore

Eating dinner while reading the food and drink section of the latest NY Press may not have been one of my best ideas. As you probably know, my brain is 50% air (or possibly jello) and the other 50% is obsessed with food. As for the 0% dedicated towards other things, like respiratory function and walking, well...I can't explain everything.

My diet for the past two weeks or so has been sans meat, dairy, and grains. Almost soy free too except one day when I ate something that had soy cheese in it. Today was my first day without any nuts as well, except for the day I only ate three apples all day (resulting in some weird apple/fasting hangover the next morning). I feel fine physically but mentally I feel like I'm missing out on a lot, ie, great little restaunts of which there are 5.2 gazillion of in the city. It aches me to read about numerous dumpling places. Dumplings = ooh yes. I don't know if I'm more attached to them because I'm Chinese but obviously craploads of non-Asians like dumplings. Actually, how could you NOT like dumplings? It's unthinkable.

Anyhow, way back when (as in more than two years ago) my mum and I used to make our own dumplings together. Much fun was had. They probably wouldn't have garnered any attention in a restaurant but food tastes better mentally after putting all that work into making them. We usually used pre-made wrappers but once we made them from scratch. Didn't come out as great as we would have liked (hell-o malformed dumplings!) but those were good too.

I digressed a bit there. Anyhoo, haven't made dumplings or anything of any culinary expertise (not that chopping a bunch of ingredients, food processing them, and putting them in little wrappers is difficult) in ages. For the past five days I've been steaming veggies, which to me might be easier than using a microwave. When I used to use microwaves (two or more years ago) it was hard to get my food the right temperature. I'd usually end up with some ridiculously hot dish that would cool off too quickly (dude, microwaves aren't good). Steaming is so easy; five minutes starting from the point that I turn on the stove is all it takes to steam my broccoli and green beans.

So that's what I've been eating for the past five days. Broccoli. Had some bok choy as well. Also threw in some green beans because I love them. I have no seasoning besides oil, so I've been eating steamed veggies and oil. Oh, of course I've been eating copious amounts of fruit, way too much but it's better than overeating bread (which I would be prone to doing if I weren't afraid of eating bread now, as it seems to trigger my asthma). I had a pound of almonds that I bought on Sunday but finished it in 4 days. I overeat nuts very easily, which is much more dangerous than overeating fruit, so I'm cutting it out. For now, at least.

Here's what I've eaten today (so far):

  • 9 plums
  • 4 persimmons
  • 2 heads of broccoli
  • 1-2 cups of green string beans

Yup. It's a lot of fruit. I'd eat more than 9 plums but that's all I had. Persimmons are absolutely delicious. I like them most when they're not ripe yet...crunchy and easy to peel with a knife. If they're too mushy to be peeled with a knife, that's fine too. The worst is when they're halfway crunchy and mushy so peeling them with a knife gets your hands all covered with persimmon goo and...it's not as good. But that's a personal preference. I spent $5 today on persimmons and plums for the day's total food expense.

I'm getting more obsessed with restricting my diet (because so many foods seem to give me gas beyond what I think any human should have to endure and skin eruptions and ...well, it's not cool) while at the same time reading about restaurants and such filled with food I can't really eat. I'm not deathly allergic to anything but giving in to any small treat would seem pointless. It would be such a fleeting happiness. I almost equate food to illicit drugs; to me, a lot of it is addictive (I can give it up easily though, in a way) and bad for my health. While walking through Chinatown I wanted to die seeing all the people with their moon cakes and passing by dumpling houses and stalls selling rice flour buns.

I need the restriction because otherwise I'd give into all those temptations. It's true. There are a lot of things I may not know about myself but some things I DO know are that I can eat a ridiculous amount of food and without restruction I can give into desires for chocolate, cake, cookies, pudding, etc. I haven't eaten any of those foods in weeks but you should've seen me when I first started eating cooked food (oh, 15 pounds ago). Crazy bakery raiding, many cookies lost lives, that kind of thing.

I guess it would make sense to just change my habits and not eat so much but for some reason it's easier for me to completely cut out some than to just eat a little bit of it. I tell people any food in moderation is basically okay. I can't do moderation. People may find the idea of overeating fruit funny, but I've done it. I'm doing it today, at least. Something I know about myself is that I feel a lot better if i don't eat lots of food, but I do it anyway. I just have to control what foods I eat.

God, I hate this.

...um. So on a happier note, Magnet is going to play some dates in NYC! If I were in Vassar I'd have to get my bum on a train down here. So thank god I'm already here. Anyhoo, buy his album if you don't already have it, mm kay? Good. This is all I have to look forward to, but it's a lot better than...nothing.

Okay, I don't have NOTHING to look forward to. I'm going to the Creativity Now conference this weekend. Stag. Not that you need to go to something that only requires sitting with other people. I might meet up with an Internet friend though, which would be cool. Sunday night is the Franz Ferdinand concert at which the Delays are NOT playing, I am all sad. FF is nice and all (just got their album yesterday and am listening to it now) but I really like the Delays. I've never been to a bad concert though, should be fun!

I have school work, but I tend to ignore it. Doh.

And as for school, I've been thinking about what I'm doing. Or what I want to do with life, which is what everyone thinks about but eh. Is food studies right for me? Is COLLEGE right for me? I guess I have no choice about college but I don't know if there's something I have a great passion for. If there is, I should pursue that. Screw everything else. I enjoy learning about nutrition but I have all these ideas about it that seem to conflict with popular ideas. Having so many little health problems myself, I don't think I'd make a good nutritionist. And then I have all these food issues that plague me every day. Being a semi-cooked food eater is almost worse than being a raw foodist.

I don't know what I have a passion for. The things I like don't see like things I can do for a living. Or I can screw all my food hangups and open a pudding shop. Or write comics like I should. Or design more buttons. Or learn more about making websites so I can do that and actually feel competant.

I don't know. I'm not using my resources to my best advantage and I'm lazy. I could be worse, but...I don't know. Not being able to find one's place is irritating.

October 23, 2004

sliding and fooding with oberliners

Today and yesterday I met up with Stephanie and her boyfriend Tristan who visited NYC from Oberlin College for their fall break. I've been Internet friends with Stephanie since 8th grade so it was great to finally get to meet her. Being quite unsocial, it was nice to have a reason to go out and to actually hang out with people, even if just for a few days...dammit. They are awesomely cool funny odd people. :)

So most of what we did involved fooding and walking, but the occasional sliding occured as well. I'll get to that later. Yesterday night we went to Sweet N Tart for dinner. I had egg noodles with veggies and mushrooms, which was pretty good. We roamed around Chinatown a bit and got stuff at a bakery (because I just had to). Earlier for dinner I had also gone to Chinatown for lunch though and ...eh, ate a lot. I went on East Broadway and spent $4 on an egg custard tart, a melon cake patty, 6 mini pork buns, a vegetable sandwich, and four persimmons. Yeah, it's a lot of food for $4! Now I know, East Broadway is a good place to go. Anyhoo, I think I must've eaten too much or one thing didn't agree with me because I became in my intestines (aka diarrhea) after polishing off my ridiculously huge cookie from Maria's bakery. Then sometime very early in the morning I became sickly again! I don't know what's wrong. :(

Anyhoo, I don't learn because from experience, ice cream almost always gives me diarrhea. Guess what I ate today? ICE CREAM. Quite a lot of it too. For lunch, the three of us went to Khyber Pass. I've never had Afghani food before but it's pretty good. I had spinach, rice and some bread. We all got to sit in the cushy sofa-like area by the window, which was a good place to lie down and die from being full afterwards. ;D Anyhoo, we weren't really full cos then we went ice cream-ing. I brought Steph and Tristan to Cold Stone and they got the Birthday Cake Remix. Judging from their happy looks and ability to eat the whole thing, it seems like it was really good. They kept saying how the ice cream really tasted like cake batter. I can't imagine cake batter tasting ice cream, but I'm rather curious now. I tried a sample of their pumpkin ice cream and it was good, although not good enough for me to shell out the moolah to buy anything.

I was planning to go to Cones, an ice cream place on Bleeker that I heard was really good, but we passed Mary's Dairy (yes, I just wrote a review) first and the cute storefront enticed me. And it was obviously closer, haha. Mary's Dairy wins. ;) Anyhoo, if you read the review, it basically sums up what happened there. The hazelnut ice cream was VERY very good and I definitely need to go back. I want to try one of their exotic ice cream flavors. I tried a sample of the pumpkin ice cream and it was really good. Damn ice cream! Anyway, we all hung out there for a considerable amount of time (long enough for me to finish my cone; at one point my scoop plopped off the cone resulting in MASS CHAOS for a split second, but I caught it on my ...um, pants, so no harm done) taking silly photos and such. Thankfully it wasn't veyr crowded in there, although most of the other seats were taken. We took over the air-cushioned ice cream stool area. We couldn't believe it when the owner of the store (we think?) suddenly gave us the lemon square! Maybe he was in a good mood? Their pastries (cookies, cakes, brownie-things) looked really good, but definitely get the ice cream. Mm. They should get a website. I'd make one!

After pigging out like crazy we walked back to my dorm. It was a nice easy walk...always easier going back to Water Street than the other way around, I think. Then again, I doubt that exercise (which isn't very strenuous) did much. We stopped by Interpol Space, which I had been meaning to visit with Diana for weeks but we always went on the wrong days. I picked up a bunch of their free little metal clips (like the ones you get at the Met) and...yeah. We got on the webcam for a split second, haha.

Then finally back to Water Street. After the weirdest check-in procedure I had ever gone through, we stayed in my room for...about four hours. We internet-ed and I took a short nap, although I didn't know I had fallen asleep so when I woke up I was rather confused. "Wuhzuh? I had a dream!" We talked about random things that I can't remember and Steph and Tristan had much fun with my slippery floor. They dragged each other around, sliding on the floor, and convinced me to get in on the fun as well. I figured I wouldn't have the chance to be dragged on my own floor again so I did it. It's kind of fun, or maybe the ice cream got to my brain. They also had a baby step race from my door to the love seat at the other end of the room (quite a distance for one room). And they were just doing all these silly things on the floor since it's a BIG FLOOR and nicely smooothed. Sliding on floors is fun. :) I gave each of the a Poofy book (now I don't have any more, shall get Mum to bring me some) since they are Poofy fans and POOFY FANS RULE, YES.

We had eaten a lot so we finally went out for dinner after 8. Tristan kept talking about pho, which I haven't had in many many years, so we went to Pho Bang. Man, pho is yummy. I used a lot of the sweet brown sauce. SUGAAR! Some of the beef in the bowl was barely cooked but it was very tender and yummy (and it was cooked by the soup after a while). Even though it was a lot of soup, noodles, and beef, pho feels like a light dish. Light noodles, thin slices of beef, mung bean sprouts....mmm.

Tristan and I seem to suffer from the "lack of feeling full" syndrome, except he's a mega tall guy and I'm a mega short girl. I think I'm more disadvantaged, haha. We walked back down Mott Street and went to Tai Pan bakery. I mean, I wanted to go there cos I'm a pig and the others followed me into piggishness. Custard buns = the yum. Think about how much I had eaten thus far in the day (hell, in the night) and then try to figure out what was going on in my head when I decided to go to the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. I have no explanation; I just wanted ice cream. I heard the ginger ice cream was good and yes, IT IS GOOD. It tastes slightly gingery and it's cream and smooth. Not as dense as Mary's Dairy but it's still damn good. Next time I want taro ice cream, kind of reliving Taiwan ice cream parlors (I swear all of them have taro ice cream). ;) Tristan and Stephanie didn't get anything, which is good because that is the sign of a sane human. I dunno what I am at this point, besides full of crap.

But I'm happy! So that's nice. It's not like I went out for a night of binge drinking or partying; I hung out with two awesome, funny unique cute human beings (you should've heard Tristan's impressions and talking about Gaybo, my insane happy rainbow cloud, named by Mary, who is sometimes an insane happy rainbow cloud) and I had pho, a pastry, and ice cream. I'm a sugar freak, which is not a good sign but...I dunno, mentally I am happy. Of course, all the school work hasn't hit me yet (got a midterm on Wednesday and I'm semi screwed) but...man. Yeah, I suck. On top of that, I'm studying food and nutrition and I'm stuffing myself with crap! HMWELL. I dunno. It's not cool to stress out about food, but I was happy to lose weight last week. Then again it was due to me not hanging out with anyone, which isn't that cool, and being cheap, which ...isn't that cool either. Uh. Anyway! I'm going to miss my funny Oberlin friends.

So it's been more than a week since seeing Magnet. Sad! I want to see him again NOW! He recorded a song for the O.C.'s Chrismukkah soundtrack but it didn't make it onto the final cut (along with a bunch of other songs; the final tracklisting only has nine) so the O.C. is officially crap and evil! Kind of. I think they're going to play one of his songs in a show but still. Man. I was so looking forward to hearing "Let It Snow" or whatever it was he recorded. :(

As usual, I do not know what I'm doing with my life. WEE, how joyous. More joyous: I just got a free subscription to Filter by putting the Filter Top 5 Picks on diskobox.net. Woeee magazine! Not a lot of people visit diskobox.net but whatever.

Blorp.

January 3, 2005

happy 2005

It's 2005. JOY! HOLY CRAP THE JOY! THE JOOOY! I don't know what I'm talking about. So far, 2004 feels like 2005 except the number is stranger. 2004 sounds somewhat nice since 2 and 4 have a relationship with each other, but 2005 is just ...mmrh? 2005?

Does anyone read this besides spambots? I took the comments out because I was getting too much spam but since I upgraded to MT 3.something I can control that by making all you guys register for typekey. But I'm too lazy to put the comment template back in, so I'm going to assume I'm not talking to anyone. Nobody is out there! Wee! [dances around the room clothed only in underwear]

Wait, that was unrelated. Don't worry; I am a non-dancer. I sit. I stand. Dancing? No. And I wear normal clothes over my underwear. In fact, it's overwear. Or maybe a jacket would be overwear and a t-shirt would be middlewear.

I can't believe I devoted an entire sentence to different kinds of wears.

Should I do that "look back at 2004" thing? It's already January 5th so it feels a bit late to do that. Basically, this was a good year. Many things happened, the highlights being:

  • being paid to learn about blog/web dev/web standards junk
  • getting into NYU, transferring from Vassar (Vassar's not bad, of course; just don't make me ever go to school there again)
  • publishing Poofy book and selling it (and other things) at Otakon
  • visiting England for the first time, seeing Kat
  • meeting Even Johansen, seeing him perform too many times
  • meeting the most Internet friends I have ever met in one year (five? six?)
  • realizing that Chinatown is actually awesome (Canal Street sucks though)
  • eating cooked food again

The worst things that happened in 2004:

  • eating cooked foods means I can now fit into a very small selection of my wardrobe, most of which dates back for many years
  • ...and cooked food has made me less healthy
  • ...oh well...
  • not having done more in England considering I spent 2 weeks there (but I did a great deal of hanging out, more than I would've done in the US)
  • being at NYU means not having my dream job at Vassar
  • NO JOB = NO MONEY = my savings account has almost no money in it
  • tsunami

Gaining weight has probably been the worst part of 2004 since I managed to lose it all before (I'm sure I now weigh the most I've ever weighed in my entire life) but everything pales in comparison to the tsunami. I should feel lucky for not knowing anyone who got caught in it. Overall it has made me feel bad for not being able to contribute anything good to the world. The extent of my good will is sponsoring a girl in the Philippines (although technically my mum does that). The other day I bought some CDs on amazon.com. Do I need more CDs? GOD NO! Besides food, music is the last thing I need more of, but ...oh well. I can't feel too bad without killing myself to rid the earth of all that my body consumes.

Anyhoo, I'm a quite happy person. :) I swear! Tralala. Boing. Boing is a happy word. You would never hear it in a murder scene, at least. I hope.

On New Year's Eve I ate dinner with my brother, Bert, and Diana at Moon House Restaurant in Chinatown. They give you massive portions of food for cheap. Damn. I thought I was going to explode after that dinner; then we all went to Fayda Bakery for DRINKS! Good lord. My organs, my poor poor organs. They jiggled with pain, I'm sure. From there we walked to the Village Theater (you can probably tell where it's located) to see Dave Gorman's Googlewhack! Adventure. Highly enjoyable, funny, suspenseful show; I'd recommend everyone see it. RIGHT NOW! If you live in NYC it ends on the 8th so see it see it and if you're a student it's only $15 and totally worth that price. I mean, if you like funny things it's worth it. If you don't like funny things, what the hell is wrong with you?

This weekend I hung out with some Vassar friends (I only have two good friends at NYU, which is a little disturbing but I'm still happier here than I was at Vassar). Jason, Amy and I went to an arcade (or perhaps the only arcade) in Chinatown, which Amy was later told is run by the Chinese mafia. Oookay! Great. It's a sketchy place so I wouldn't be surprised, but it's also an arcade. Just an arcade. Jason and Amy played DDR while I watched thinking, "This music is awful." I'm not a fan of dance music. The game is cool though. I used to have the game and a pad (because my brother bought them) but I got bored of it and it was later sold on eBay. As I said before, I don't dance.

...damn, it's past 4 AM. Time for bed.

[currently listening to: Levy - on the dance floor]

January 15, 2005

where'd the vacation go?

I spent my last week of vacation mainly indoors. I sure love stale oxygen! Mm mm. I guess my time would've only been more ill-spent had I watched TV the whole time. For whatever reason I can't bring myself to watch TV (DVDs of tv shows are okay; as far as broadcast TV goes I hate commercials and annoying shows) so I spent ages reading blogs and discovering the fun-ness that is del.icio.us.

Today I decided I had to get out of the room (after waking up at that bright and early time of...3PM). Yesterday was supposed to be a "going out" day but it rained and you know rain. It makes you wet when you walk in it. Yes, I know umbrellas exist but the whole environment of walking in rain/puddles/people with umbrellas and untintentionally hitting other people with umbrellas didn't appeal to me. Since I had enough food for the day (for a few days) I stayed inside while working on my redesign of little girl online. I'm pretty happy with what I came up with, even if it's not super spifftastic. It's not too minimal but is still...minimal. Er. YEAH. Something like that.

Another site I made: the oh so quiet show. Now I can babble about music if I care to. I'm fairly happy with the design considering I didn't plan it out at all. No one has asked me how I design sites but I'm going to talk about it anyway. Steps to designing a website (99% of the time):

  1. Open photoshop
  2. Make new 800x600 file
  3. Stare at it blankly for a while
  4. Make a type layer with the title of my page
  5. Fiddle with fonts
  6. Make a type layers with dummy text
  7. Somehow make the rest of the page

That's probably the least helpful steps to designing a website you'll ever read.

Today I walked up to Union Square from my dorm (about 50 minutes) and it was nice, although the cold air restricted my lungs. I considered subwaying it back down due to asthmatic symtoms but no. I wasn't dying (not yet at least), walking's no biggie. I strolled up along Elizabeth Street since I had never walked on it above Chinatown and lemme say..that is one bizarre street. Okay, not really but it's full of stores that make me feel like a homeless kid from a third world country. ...okay, that's a huge exaggeration. But you know what I mean. A shoe store called Hollywould was packed with people spilling out onto the street and there were lots of clothing stores in general. One was called Trust Fun Baby, an approrpiate name for nice baby clothes I guess? People know how quickly babies grow out of clothing, right? Sure, if you have the money than give your kids nice clothes but it's not like they can even pick it out. There was another store that just sold huge pillowy things. I'd go in there just to hug everything.

At Union Square I bought some Fuji apples and a bag of sugarless banana and oatmeal cookies (mm!). On the way back to my dorm I did that horrible thing of walking into a bakery. But at least it was one I had never been to before, eh? EH? Yes, I know very well that bakeries in Chinatown do not vary greatly but new is new. I went to one on Bowery, maybe Golden Dragon Boat something or other and got a "Micky Mouse cake". The design on the cake looked nothing like Mickey Mouse but it was a mouse, so I'll give them that much credit. If it were a squirrel then that would've been weird (for reasons more than one). They put it in a nice little box, the first time I've been to a bakery in Chinatown where they didn't put my cake in a bag, but the box did a 360 in my bag and Mickey Mouse became Roadkill Mickey Mouse. Oops. It was delicious though, like everything from Chinatown bakeries. That cake costed a dollar and it had a few layers of chocolate cake with deliciously light cream on the top, somewhat mocha flavored. How do they do it for a dollar?!

January 28, 2005

just to say hello

Actually, that's not true. There has been a lot on my mind in the past week but nothing I can explain in a cohesive manner. I don't know why this seems to be my most neglected blog. Actually, when I think about it a LOT has happened in the past week, such as the massive amounts of snow and actually going out sometimes and being completely food-stressed and somewhat doing well on my no grains diet. I slipped a little today because I went to Sugar Sweet Sunshine Bakery with Diana and wanted banana pudding, the least grain-based product there. Only problem is that banana pudding traditionally has vanilla wafers layered in it and when scooped out and splodged into a cup the vanilla wafers totally mix in. I was doing pretty well until the end when the bakery was closing and I frantically tried to get any other bits of banana or pudding into my system while avoiding the vanilla wafers that infiltrated every bit of luscious pudding. Not so good. I think I managed to eat a third of the cup. Great pudding but I just can't have it again. :(

Lately I've been having many doubts about school. I have no passion for it. ...I feel like I've talked about this before but it can be said again. School. Boo. I have nothing against education, I just don't feel like I belong there and nothing can convince me that EVERYONE is meant to go to college. The only reason I'm there is because my parents can pay for it. It's not like I didn't try at all to get in (I did well all throughout high school, although I did the minimum) but I'm not paying for any of it. If I had to pay for school I'd stay at home and go to Rutgers. Rutgers is a perfectly good school but doesn't carry the prestige of NYU, ooh, I care so much. If you want an education, almost any education is better than none. But what do I want to do?

The only thing I've done consistently for the past many years and don't totally suck at is web design. I wish I could do that for a living, especially when I see the table-laden websites that still plague the Internet in all their complicated HTML and such things but I know I can't with the limited web knowledge I have. I don't know about programming or databases and for god's sake I'M NOT GOING TO LEARN FLASH! Flash is not crutial to web design! I surely wouldn't mind knowing it but there are more important things. I hate seeing job requests for web designers or developers on craigslist and they never list anything about having to know CSS or web standards. I feel like these people are living in the past...as in, a year or more. One normal year is a gazillion Internet years. Many Internet generations have passed in that time period.

I love music as well, but that's far from being a reasonable thing to pursue. You can't do stuff you suck at. I may have found someone to collaborate with on music, which is exciting.

Food is still the biggest stress. At least it makes me happy sometimes but I don't know if it's worth it. School never makes me happy but may not make me as depressed as food. But at some point I'll stop going to school while I can never stop eating food. Until I'm dead, at least. No wonder eating disorders and such a...disorder. Not that I have one (not diagnosable at least) but good lord, I can't let my food issues go. Thinking about them make me want to cry sometimes.

This was random. Anyway. Long live non-grain filled foods and good music.

February 6, 2005

oh well

I'm really glad I'm not deaf or else I wouldn't be able to listen to music. I could feel it if I were deaf, I guess, but I need music in the same way that some people need television. Or heroin.

My weekend has been uneventful but I had an awsome Friday. All around good from start to finish. Diana slept over the night before and we woke up nice and early. I went to the library to do a bit of studying (which didn't get very far) and then met up with Mimi for lunching. We ate at Montien, which we had never seen before but it was surprisingly good. Always nice to discover yummy places. Then we played...pool. I've never been inside a pool hall before but there are a few around NYU and Mimi goes to them somewhat frequently (somewhat frequently meaning more than once). While I beat her in the first game, I completely sucked after that. There is such a thing as beginner's luck. Of course, what I really wanted was ice cream so we headed to Ben & Jerry's for some milkshakes, making that the second time I've ever had a milkshake. The verdict: I'd much rather eat ice cream than drink it, but I got to use a spoon to scoopy up the chocolate chip and slivered almond dregs at the bottom of my cup, which was the best part (besides drinking a few hundred calories).

And then...afternoon came. Actually, it was already afternoon by the time I was shooting pool (very badly) and slurping a shake, but the funness of Friday was meeting Arthur, a guy I met on 15 megs of fame (I'm there, although I'd rather not make it too easy for you to find me since I don't update it anymore and the songs are shitty; I recommend Levy for being awesome and Arthur for being awesome). I met him outside where he works in Midtown at around 6 PM and then we went to his place in the Bronx (or just plain Bronx?).

Okay, that sounds sketchy but I'd like to believe I have good judgement. Last year I met four Internet friends and they were all awesome, as in "I can't imagine my life without you" awesome. I'm very lucky to meet so many cool people online. To sum up, one was from New Zealand (but I met her in London), another from Florida, another from Virginia, and another from New Jersey. And now I met someone from...NYC! Woo. And my best friend, Diana, started off as an Internet friend way back in 1998.

So of course, Arthur is totally cool and is one of the coolest people I have ever met. We decided to meet up because he has a drum set and...hey, I play drums! It was my first time playing drums with someone else who played guitar and I'm not sure how else to say how cool it was besides IT WAS SO COOL! We all have silly dreams and one of mine (for years) is to play in a band. So right now it seems like I'm in a two person band. Hey, it works. I kind of suck at the drums but it's one of those things you don't forget if you've done it once and you can still move your arms and legs. Arthur has a crapload of guitars, which I didn't know so I brought my acoustic with me. The music room needs some decorations, maybe I can take care of that...

And after mucking around and playing junk, we just hung out, listened to music, talked...about what I don't know but it was interesting. I didn't have to feign interest like in every conversation I have with my roommate at least (it's unfortunate but true). It's amazing that someone as shy as me can find someone that just makes me feel at ease. Anyhoo, Arthur is a wickedly good artist and his music could go somewhere...and jesus, I feel inadequate.

So even though it took me an hour or more to get home on the subway, partially because I'm a dumbass and forgot that the 2 train goes to m stop, I had a great night and a new happiness for the human race, even though a lot of it seems to be going to shit (couldn't think of another appropriate word). My life is getting a bit weird, but I can't say much about it now until things are move final. Don't worry, it's nothing life threatening. Life changing, for better or worse.

Still don't like school. I feel like I'm wasting my time not doing things I really want to do. People ask me what I want to do...well, web stuff, comic stuff, stuffed animal stuff, design stuff, music stuff. I think I have a lot of choices, although web stuff is probably the most productive thing. I'd have to learn a million other website related languages though to do that...I think. Sometimes it just doesn't seem fair. As much as I dislike my designs, I know they're better than some stuff out there that people actually get paid for, but my skills are inadequate in most work environments because I just don't know enough. I guess people don't want webmasters who only know html, css, some bits about web standards, and photoshop. Without flash, I'm nothing. Which is crap.

Oh well. Ranty. I dislike school, but I like life besides school. Kings of Convenience show on Monday should do some spirit uplifting things and I'm looking forward to March to see Doves and Levy.

Music saves me, as usual.

From Unconscious Mutterings:

  1. Shelter :: house
  2. Karate Kid :: movie
  3. Andrew :: I don't know anyone named Andrew
  4. Rib :: cage
  5. Push it :: out
  6. Creep :: Radiohead
  7. Chainlink :: fence
  8. Squash :: soup
  9. No mercy :: clothing?
  10. Superhero :: superman

February 19, 2005

wow, doing things

And a week later, I am back. Back and feeling better than I did a week ago but still confused about things. I mean...confused about life. I still don't know what to do but I'm still unhealthily obsessed with food in some way or another and am probably the last person that should be majoring in food studies. On Thursday my communications/journalism teacher took the class out for lunch to practice our writing and I really didn't want to go. I'm glad I DID go because I got to talk to my teacher about my frustrations and it made me feel marginally better, but it disturbs me that the idea of eating out with my classmates (who are all cool) made me feel uncomfortable. I'm socially regressing, if that's even possible.

But! But. I hung out with Arthur for more music practicing stuff. I suck at drums but I think it's a good place for me. Kind of. I mean, I enjoy doing it and it's easier than playing guitar and singing. :) We also watched the funniest episode of Angel in the entire history of everything called Smile Time. I've never actually watched a full episode of Angel before but nothing, NOTHING will ever compare to that one. I can't even describe it; you have to watch it. Okay, ANGEL TURNS INTO A PUPPET AND IT'S THE FUNNIEST THING EVER. God yes.

When Arthur told me his parents had a bowl of bite-sized chocolates something inside me cried. CHOCS. Oh, you need some backstory: yesterday I went chocolate hunting with my mum. We hit La Maison du Chocolat on 70-something St and Richart off 5th Ave after strolling through central park to see The Gates:

The Gates

My mum wasn't that impressed at first but ended up buying some merchandise. I thought they were nice. They were larger than I thought they'd be and even though it looks kinda boring in photos it's cooler when you're actually there...ish.

After the chocolat hunting I've become a chocolate craving maniac. MANIAC. I ate five mini chocs in record time! And I wanted more. I dragged Arthur with me down from the Bronx to Wholesome Market near Union Square, my choice location for grocery shopping because they have organic/good stuff at good prices and give a 10% student discount. I bought celery, hummus, and Sundrops (like uncrappy M&Ms) for dinner. I'm still hungry. :(

I had a lovely time seeing Emiliana Torrini perform tonight at the Used Book Cafe (more at the music blog):

Emiliana Torrini at Housing Works Used Book Cafe

Makes me wish I could write songs like hers. I need Fisherman's Woman. Giimmeeee.

May 15, 2005

humans!

The world is populated with billions of people of whom you’ll only meet a tiny fraction of. A teeny, tiny miniscule fraction of. How may of these people are worth remembering? Or how many of them are worth talking about extensively in a blog entry?

Or semi extensively. I spent the past few days spending much time with my friend-through-a-friend, Lee Anne, who was visiting NYC from Arizona. I’ve never met her before but we started writing letters last school year and then emails and then…we met? Well. We got to know each other pretty well but nothing compares to meeting people in real life.

I can confidently say that Lee Anne is the nicest, polite, and most sincere I’ve met. It’s not that everyone else sucks, but her characteristics stand out over other people’s. I’m like a heathen compared to her. HEEAATTHEEEN! She has many insane talents that seem to spurt out of nowhere (like writing upside-down and backwards; I will never understand this) and she somehow juggles doing a gazillion things without going insane or needing to inject herself with performance enhancing drugs. SHE’s CARAAAZYYY!

…No, she’s not. She’s extremely OPPOSITE to crazy, which actually makes things more crazy. You see the dilemma? Mrrh?

And now I’m just not making sense. I’ll try to remember what has been going on lately…

On Thursday morning I bused in from NJ to do website stuff with my teacher. I stayed her in apartment for most of the day since Lee Anne was visiting some other friends in the city. My teacher’s apartment is awesome and damn damn damn, I’ll never live in a place like that. But I can strive towards it. Maybe. Her husband is an architect so I guess that helps with the aesthetical quality of the place. So here’s my plan for the future: make lots of money and marry an architect. HAHA. …okay, no. I’ll live alone in a shoebox with my giant penguin and eat my fingernails. It’s cool getting to hang out with teachers in college, methinks. Figuring you like the teachers, that is. In Vassar a bunch of my classmates and I went to my Japanese teacher’s home to prepare Japanese food for a school event and much fun was had, although at the time I wasn’t eating cooked food. Damn.

During a break between leaving my teacher’s place and meeting Lee Anne, I sat in Washington Square Park. I don’t sit in the park often but the sun was out and the weather was pretty nice. I was reading the latest issue of Giant Robot when two random guys came up to my bench and started making conversation. About what? Er. Nothing much. What was I reading, what was my name, what was I…something something…holy crap, they were SPIES! My first thought was “Holy crap, what’s wrong with you guys?” but they didn’t seem intoxicated or dangerous (you know I’m going to disappear someday from a kidnapping). After a while they did leave me, maybe sensing that I wasn’t really into talking to random people. I totally didn’t understand what had happened. Random people don’t talk to me and I sure as hell wouldn’t talk to random people in the park. Were they bored? Weird? SPIES? I remember watching a TV show in England about training spies and one of the tasks for the trainees was to get as much personal information from random people as possible by just making casual conversation. Damn, now that those guys know my last name is Lee (a very rare surname) they’ll be able to dig up all the dirt on me.

Seriously though, what’s up with that? It makes me want to not sit in the park, even though I’ve done it less than 10 times all year.

I met up with Lee Anne for dinner at Lemongrass Grill after walking down Bleeker Street. Mm, Thai foodstuffs. We each got an appetizer and split a main course, which was the first time I ever did that. It worked out well and we got a filling dinner for under $20 for the both of us. We went to Amy’s Bread after that to get some breadsticks and cake for later. :)

The next day we went to midtown (almost uptown) to go to a charity clothing sale. Lee Anne had more luck finding stuff than I did, but I found a great cashmere coat for $40. I don’t know what the original price is but it has to be way over $40. Mmm, feels like being wrapped in SOFT SQUISHY THINGS. Um. Yes. Only problem is that it has shoulder pads. If you didn’t know, shoulder pads ruin otherwise perfectly nice jackets and when you’re born with football player-caliber shoulders (me) you DO NOT WANT SHOULDER PADS! I hope I can rip em out. And burn them. In deathy fire.

Before going to the sale, I wandered down Park Avenue to revisit Fauchon to get foodstuffs for my mum. They wouldn’t let me take photos, which automatically deducts 50 cool points (I’m not sure how many they started off with). It’s a nice store although French places sometimes make me feel…uneasy. As though touching anything with my oily fingertips will mar them and render them unsellable or remove all the tastiness from the insides of the packaging. I have a destructive aura. And going to any nice place in general alone as a teenager makes me feel like I’m intruding upon places where teenagers aren’t welcome. But I’m overly paranoid. I spent something like $30 on a package of loose tea, a box of six chocolates, a large macaron, and three madeleines, which isn’t that bad in my opinion.

Next stop: Pierre Marcolini. My mum loves artisan chocolates, which seem to be chocolates that are sold in stores that look like they sell jewelry. Their truffles are on the expensive side, more than $2 for each one, but it’s a small expense compared to other things (like actual jewelry). God knows I wouldn’t be able to make the chocs. I got a box of five for my mum.

After buying clothes, Lee Anne and I went to Chinatown for some bubble tea at Green Tea on Mott Street. I had never been there before but I heard their tea was especially good. And…it was! IT TASTED LIKE TEA! That doesn’t usually happen as most places tend to oversweeten the drinks. I got a taro shake with tapioca and it tasted like taro. I think. Lee Anne’s milk tea tasted like tea. WOW, alright. (My brain is melting, sorry). We walked up through Little Italy to take the subway from Spring Street.

If you didn’t notice, we skipped lunch, leaving us plenty of room for eating some mega wheaty things from the Country Pancake House in Ridgewood, where the bus stop is. I love pancakes but I decided to try something else. OH, shocker! I got a Belgium waffle with craploads of apples on it and Lee Anne got blueberry pancakes. One problem with the pancake house is that they give you too many pancakes and it kind of ruins the desire to eat pancakes. But the pancakes are so damn good and they taste great as cold leftovers from the fridge. I ate Lee Anne’s pancakes later. (cough)

Me and Lee Anne being all SMILEY, whoa.

We spent Friday night talking about stuff. Things. I don’t get to do that much…talk to people for long stretches of time, that is. I didn’t hang out with people very much during the school year. Because I suck.

Driving Lee Anne to the airport on Saturday was depressing. AIRPORTS ARE DEPRESSING, unless I’m going somewhere. We went to Mitsuwa for lunch and saw Bjork. Unexpectedly. Seeing Bjork in New Jersey isn’t something you expect to happen.

Ahhh Lee Anne! Is not here! I feel very very very lucky to know Lee Anne and that she somehow had the time to come here even though she is busy and will be traveling like mad this summer. And. Maarhah! Penguin! I’m tired. I wish I had a better way to write what I think but…mraah, it wouldn’t come out right anyway. So. Humans! Humans are good. Sometimes.

June 12, 2005

friends say the darndest things

"Nevada looks like an angry state. Like it's going to hurt me."

"Huh?"

"It looks sharp on one edge!"

I don't talk on the phone much, but sometimes it can be quite fun. I used to talk on the phone constantly in middle school when I was in Taiwan; phone conversations almost completely ceased when I came back to the US and didn't have many people that I felt like talking to for hours on end. Tonight I called up CJ, a friend I made on the Internet that I feel lucky to know, since we were planning to eat lunch. (Lots of my current friends were made on the Internet and they're NOT crazy. I mean, not clinically crazy.) Not only is he cool but he's a New Jersey-er. I know there are cool people in NJ but the only ones I've hung out with lately are Internet friends!

CJ started to randomly talk about the shapes of states. "Texas is ugly. California is nice. Hawaii looks like a bunch of commas." I've never thought about the shapes of states in my life, but now I am. What a revelation...

To completely change the subject, today (technically yesterday) I tabled at the MoCCA Art Festival with Diana, who was accompanied by Josh to sell his comic anthology, Disposable Parts. Last year Diana and I tabled at Otakon together in a similarly clashing-of-artistic-styles fashion, in that she has artistic style and I don't. It's highly amusing. ;)

the setup

I display my Poofy wares and did quite well, selling about $300 worth of stuff (then again, I had to spend a lot of money to make it all...let's ignore that for now). I would have liked to have sold more books, but 13 ain't so bad. One buy bought three books and I'd say he was crazy but he also bought some of Diana's prints. So he's not crazy, in fact, he must be VERY VERY COOL. He even bought a Nougart bitterfilms-esque holiday card. Sweet.

lots of people want comics

There was a great turn out in the sickly humid weather, which was only slightly better inside the building than out. I guess I didn't feel the effects of it since I was standing for hours, but you could see the effects on the harrowed faces of comic lovers, roaming the inside of the Puck Building in search of tasty comic bites and saying things like "My skiiiin is mellllting my innards are so moiiiist"...actually, no one said that as that would've been very creepy and disturbing, but they may have thought it. I dunno.

I met lots of cool people, or a few more than my usual daily life, which is the grand total of zero (you don't meet a lot of people staying home all day though). Saying I'm shy is an understatement but sometimes I can pretend to not be shy. Being shy is a very bad trait to have when you want to sell things, by the way--initiating conversation with people as they pass by feels awkward. But there were a few people who were just really easy to talk to due to similar interests and hobbies. Furthermore, a number of these people were guys, which is strange for me seeing as 99% of my real life friends are female. I thought maybe I possessed something that warded off the male gender but it turns out I'm probably just hanging around in the wrong environment.

So. Good day. I'm thankful to all the people who turned out and weren't automatically put off by the stupidity of my silly comic. Of course, I'm glad Diana was there; I'll always have someone to share a table with! :)

June 18, 2005

my leg itches

Seriously, what happened to my leg? It either got attacked by a swarm of evil human-loving bugs or I got a random rash from something. Maybe it's an Internet rash. I spent too much time sitting like a zombie in front of my computer doing things liked UPDATING MY BLOGS so my leg decided to seethe with itchy skin. Yeah. Seethe. Isn't that an unpleasant word? I SEEETHE, oh how I seethe.

This past week was a bit crazy as I went to NYC four consecutive days in a row. No, that doesn't really rank with anything as being the craziest thing in the world (I mean, it would rank somewhere in the billions) but I don't think I've ever had to go there four days in a row from home. You know what would make life easier? IF I LIVED IN NYC. YUP. OH WELL! Here's what is involved in going to NYC:

  • get someone to drive me to the bus stop because I can't park there (because of the time limit)
  • go to the bus stop about half an hour before the bus comes because it's a few miles away and if I miss it...well, I don't want to
  • wait for the bus
  • sit on the bus for 1-1.5 hours (it's usually around 1)
  • take a subway to wherever I want to go

It's not that bad. But. I got tired of doing it all week and even though I had the opportunity to go to NYC again yesterday, I decided to stay home and SLEEP for once. Am I just really lazy? Perrrhaps. Should I go to bed earlier than 3 AM? Proooobably. But. Whatever. I am spoiled, indeed.

Monday night, I walked to SVA from the Port Authority Terminal for my graphic design class. It went well, although I'm sure as hell not going to show you what I did. If you're curious enough, you can ask me. ;) Stupidly perhaps, I was surprised that everyone did something different for our homework assignment, which was to make three covers for banks advertising loans. I used some of the most basic symbols but some people thought up some...interesting things. Or things more complicated than my ideas. I can't think up of anything very clever or complicated due to my lack of neutrotransmitters.

Tuesday and Wednesday were spent doing website work. If I had something to show for it, I would...but I don't. By the end of the month I hope to have an awesome website to show you. IT SHALL HAPPEN.

Thursday was an intense food-related-and-meeting-friends day, which is documented in my food blog. Now that was a good calorically dense day. Mmm. Chocolate. Waffles. Food bloggers. Noodles. Whipped cream. Weird red bean shake. Insane chocolate cookie. That was it, mainly.

On Wednesday night I saw "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" with my mum (I usually see movies with my mum, yes). I thought it was a really funny action movie, but not in the same vein as something like "Rush Hour" (not slapstick-y, I guess). Ridiculous story, yes, but it was believable. Ish. It seems like critics are 50/50 on this movie but I'd recommend it. And you know how much my opinion matters! IT DOESN'T!

July 12, 2005

summer's going too quickly

Happy Birthday, Hubert! Hubert is my brother. Actually, plain old Bert will do. I don't know if anyone outside my family calls Hubert "Bert" but I'd feel weird calling him Hubert.

...uh. So. This summer is going by much more quickly than I thought it would. Actally, I had no idea how quickly it would go, so that's not a very true statement.

Last weekend (aka, a few days ago), I met up with Karen, my best friend from middle school in Taiwan that I hadn't seen in almost 7 years. 7 YEARS. It's a long time but strangely perhaps, it didn't feel like we had been apart for that long. We hadn't really changed much (well, I say that after only having been together for a few hours that day) so it was like...well. Just picking up where we left off. Carol, another one of my best middle school friends, hung out with us (along with three of Karen's friends) and being around her gives that same air of comfort. Most of my TAS friends gives me that same feeling, which unfortunately can't come from anywhere else. I'm lucky to live near NYC where people are likely to visit (or live; Carol goes to school there and another one of my old friends is transferring there next semester). I wish Carol and I could've done more stuff with Karen but understandably, she had plans for things to do with her friends that came down with her from Boston in NYC.

I LOVE THESE PEOPLE

One of my friends pointed out how it seemed odd that we weren't sitting more closely together. I didn't think about that but I guess that could seem odd. Not like we didn't want to TOUCH EACH OTHER AND GET GERMY but it didn't occur to me at the time. My thoughts about touch could fill up another entry...maybe later.

Crap, it's 4 AM.

For the next few weeks I will probably be babysitting my teacher's baby daughter, four days a week from 9-5. In NYC. It seems a little insane considering how early I'll have to wake up to get there on time, but her daughter is only a baby and I won't make any money sitting on my bum at home.

Next weekend I plan on meeting up with a VAssar friend for much fooding. The week after (or the one after that), Carol may come over my house for a weekend to relax in Jersey (oh...joy!). And after that, who knows? Need to meet up with Diana soon and perhaps I should visit Boston, but there doesn't seem to be much time. Doh.

Still have my graphic design class. My assignment for this week is to design a movie poster, which could be easy. Or not. It's not quite that simple. Last week's assignment (ongoing for the rest of the class) was to design a cereal box. I like how mine turned out, although it needs tweaking and I think I'm going to actually make the cereal out of clay:

front of cereal box

I don't think I could ever go into the graphic design field since it's more based on having good ideas than anything else (that's the impression I'm under; you can get people with drawing skills, but ideas are harder to find) but I enjoy my class. There were only ten people in last night's class; some people have dropped out and people are absent sometimes. A few of us haven't missed any classes so far, me being one of them. Hey, my mum's paying for it, I should make the most of it!

July 24, 2005

museum-ing

Sometimes I go to museums, and by "sometimes" I mean once or twice a year. Yes, I spend most of my time in NYC yet rarely go to the museums (there are MANY things I don't do despite living in NYC). The only reason I finally got off my lazy bum to go to the MoMA was because a friend and her friend from out of town were visiting and asked if I wanted to go.

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large window thing

The last time I went to the MoMA was before the reconstruction. From what I remember, there wasn't much there. Now it is much...huger. Yes. That's my super astute observation. I got through most of the museum in about 3 hours. My favorite part was the Architecture and Design floor.

cute salt + pepper shakers
cute salt + pepper shakers

The High Line Exhibition was interesting; I've never travelled far enough west to see it for myself, but it'd be cool if they could get the garden-thing going. I wasn't very interested in the photography collections. Actually, I guess I wasn't really interested in most of the stuff, except the interior of the museum itself, which is lovely. I wouldn't mind living in a similarly styled house, although that would be insane.

Because I'm silly, here are a few of my favorite MoMA things:

baked potato
baked tater
OOF
OOF
broken dishes + utensils
broken dishes + utensils

Hours after leaving MoMA, we went to the Whitney Museum (after eating and walking). I had only been there once before and at that time, half of the exhibitions weren't even open. Doh. I think everything was open on Friday so it was worth taking a look at. I don't recall much besides lots of piles of sand with mirrors placed in them in different configurations and some huge blobby green paintings that were awesome, because I LIKE BLOBBY THINGS.

Working on graphic design homework now and it's going somewhat terribly. Doh.

September 20, 2005

Alive, I think

So almost a month later, I EMERGE. FROM...

raisin buns

I didn't emerge from raisin buns, but I thought they looked rather nice. I'm sure they taste good too.

Since my life basically revolves around food by this point (besides that, as a living human being, I tend to eat every day, I'm also a food studies major, and all of my classes for the semester are purely food related), I update the food blog regularly. Whenever I think about whether I should update this blog, two questions come to mind:

  1. Is the thing I want to write about food related?
  2. Is the thing I want to write about music related?

99% of the "things" fall into one of those categories, and I'm not even sure what the other 1% is. Probably a mathematical error.

Oh wait, I do have something non music or food related; I got a job! Besides 16 credits of classes (yeah, I should've found a way to fill up the other 2 credits I'm paying for, but I'd also like to not fail my classes), I do website related work for the NYU Law School. It's a pretty sweet job, the most maddening thing being THE EXTREMELY BADLY CODED WEBSITES. In a way, it's easier to just, ye know, not care about the code and let your WYSIWYG editor (in this case, Dreamweaver, which isn't so bad) fill in whatever it feels like. But I can't do that; I like looking at simple code. This is the method I've cultivated over the past 2-ish years and I'm not going to revert back to looking at "design view". Here's a list of annoying things:

  • lists of names where each name is inside an individual cell
  • use of br instead of p
  • empty table cells used as spaces between lines
  • a span class called "bold"
  • a span class called "purple text"
  • font tags around seemingly every freakin' word (I edited a page with small caps that would have font tags around the first letter and then more around the rest of the word to make it look like small caps. Of course, I changed that with "font-variant: small-caps" because THAT'S EASIER, YES THANK GOD.)

I'm not web standards guru, but I can have...some issues. Yes?

Another web related issue I'm having is the non-working-ness of high speed Internet in my room. Thankfully, my dorm now comes with free internet, as opposed to last year where all the students had to find their own providers. However, it's still not run by NYU and if something is terribly wrong with the Internet in my room, I might have to pay for it. It seems like crap to me. Anyway, I haven't even gotten to call RCN yet because they only work Monday through Friday, 8AM to 5PM. Yes, they're regular work times and what do you know, that's when I go to school and work too. Hopefully I can call them on Thursday morning.

Along with free Internet, my dorm also set up some wireless study lounges, one of which I've become well acquainted with in the past week. (sigh)

I suppose it's good to get out of my room every now and then and not be on the Internet for a gazillion hours, but not having steady Internet access is somewhat horrifying for me, probably like what not having TV can feel like for some people. Instead of having the Internet to amuse me, I've watched a gazillion episodes of Yakitate that I downloaded. It's the best TV show ever, by the way. Thanks to Allen, I now have a TV show to claim being semi-obsessed with. Japanese is freakin' hard to understand though. During the last episode I watched, the only word I think I could've picked up without subtitles was "denshi renji" (microwave). Oh yes, my awesome knowledge of Japanese is gonna take me places!

TO THE MICROWAVE STORE! Ikimashyo!

...see, even my favorite TV show is food related! Arrgh! (That explains it though, eh?) I ate too much for dinner (although not to the point where I was really full, which was part of the problem), nothing of which was especially bad for my health, but due my tendency to eat mass quantities of stuff, it may not have been that good. Say...3-4 ounces of raw cashews, 2 peaches, 1 pluot, 7 ounces of Greek yogurt and about 2 tablespoons of honey, and a taro rice ball from Fay Da Bakery (holy crap, they're so good I can hardly believe I've only eaten them twice before). See what I mean by not especially good or bad? Just. EXCESSIVE! That's what I'm like.

Doh.

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