forbidden fruit and twizzlers

Tonight was Eddi's last night here. Hello Bernard! Where's Bernice?!

I like the ceilings of the Southside Common Joey's. That is where one can find the forbidden fruit before a majestic fountain. As well, Bernard plays host tonight, in which shots are dropped and rotisserie cause commotion.

I don't think eating Twizzlers is very healthy as you can tell. There are two left. Many bowls later (is that how you spell bowls? Or bowles or bowels? I think it's bowls) later, I find myself in a berry fazed dilemma of writing my troubles in my blog.

Alas, I have no troubles, so all is well?

No lying.

Truth be told, my tongue is dry and sour from the aftertaste of Twizzlers when really I want to talk to somebody while there is a noodle wall of Tonkatsu in my mouth.

I don't want to take 8am classes. I want a new pillow among other things. Like the sun. Dragons make you gassy. Exactly 20 minutes has passed.

Well, goodnight.

dear hidden agenda

oh agenda agenda, unlose yourself and come back to me

who even loses their agenda?! seriously.

also, i cut my hair 2 days ago and now i dislike it. alot.


oh, and by agenda i literally mean coil book, datebook, write-your-homework-in agenda. not that other agenda that some people are oh so slowly failing to conceal. please don't speak on my behalf if you're misinformed.

isn't subliminal messaging so junior high? saves me the trouble during a hectic week. but as billy says, all things change, come thursday. subliminal messages will eat your ear drums and your eyes one day.

<3

holy humina

MICHAEL SCHOFIELD ROCKS MY SOCKS (and then some)


godamn. season finale tonight and i dont have cable...


ps. somebody buy me cable

pps. i dont like social climbers. ICHIBAN=ME, NOT YOU.

baklava baklava baklava

since i've been craving good baklava for the past two weeks, i've deemed it worthy of it's own post title and then some. lately, i've found it honestly near impossible to have that perfect flaky philo goodness with blossom essence and honey and crushed pistachios available. the last one i had cheated and used walnuts and pecans which was retarded and left me craving it more. so if anybody has any suggestions of where to buy good baklava in bulk, it's worth its weight in gold.

on the homefront, cravings for something substantial arise and i'm again reminded how quickly things can become stale.

stale
adj. stal·er, stal·est
1. Having lost freshness, effervescence, or palatability: stale bread; stale air.
2. Lacking originality or spontaneity: a stale joke.
3. Impaired in efficacy, vigor, or spirit, as from inactivity or boredom.
4. Law. Having lost effectiveness or force through lack of exercise or action.


everything fresh is gone
my head hurts.

stanley bostitch

the only thing worse than procrasinating is procrasinating before the last big exam. and the due date of a big lab assignment. and another baby assignment. but i guess that's just redundant, after all, who procrasinates before anything that isn't important?

in the process of daydreaming however, i figured i might as well get this out of my system and at least have some souvenir for my troubles. HAH and what a souvenir this will be.

i can't even being to stress how excited i am for this weekend. heck yes. yes yes yes yes yes. it's like a shot of happy in my day. almost like ordering one of those shots with a funny name, like sex on the beach or holy fuck or pimp juice. you giggle when you order it, down it, and then happiness meter, as ice would say, is at an all time 10.

for example, think of friday. dot dot dot. BAM! happy meter jumps from 2 to 5. think of saturday. dot dot dot. WABAM! happy meter jumps from 5 to 8. think of monday. dot dot dot. HOLYMOTHERDIDYOUJUSTFEELTHAT? happy meter off the charts, all systems go!

see now, not only is my happy meter off the walls, i can get started on my work and use that chi until it drains and the whole cycle repeats. wahahahahhahahaha i are genius. seriously.

and this is the cherry. really. i'm on a roll and getting venoms this sunday! oh gobi, just for you. wait til i spit fish soup with snake eyes at you... i eagerly await your return.

and that concludes my splash of nonsense for the day. until next time carebears!

tofu cubes and nasal congestion

holy mother i'm backed up like truck. not only do i have bagels, mini quiches, cinnzeo, mini samosas and pancakes to jampack my intestines, i've got some insane nasal congestion going on. i kid you not, the areas around my nose are puffed out like phylo and my boogers are rampaging like whipped cream. fuck i want dessert right now. but so sick, so sick.

what to do?

find that ice that i've been longing for all day and mix it with soup, tylenol and cough syrup.

my head is spinning. that gin in front of me? it's taunting me. that wine i had all weekend? already has a club of fellow taunters.

my nerves are going berserk and my immune system is shot.


...hAHhahaHAHAH i can't wait to pass this on to romeo.

[dolphin cackle - hehuhehuhe]

today was the most boring yet most accomplished day of my entire summer!!

i smoked a joint with chantal and rae (coworker and manager, respectively), stocked some racerbacks, organized some beaters with eryne and ben (both coworkers), etc etc etc, formed a funny laughing club with eryne (another coworker) - namely the dolphin cackle, made an appointment to get my nipple pierced tomorrow at 1:30pm, ate a slice of pepperoni and mushroom and green pepper pizza, drank a bottle of raspberry minute maid light, finished off a tropical twist tiamo, had some snap peas, flipped through the sex position section of the latest cosmo at chapters, cleaned my room with ed (my best friend), AND managed to complete 3 mini blogs (2 at myspace and 1 here) while ordering a pair of true religion joey's AND creating a playlist for my ipod on my moms laptop since mine is too slow AND THEN ended the day by conning a friend to come with me to get my nipple pierced.

AM I AMAZING OR WHAT?!

boy am i ever cool.

the fireworks speak, one and eight

So in reality I really got slaughtered in chem 263 (single tear).

This is how life makes it up to me! HAH! 12 day countdown to the big one eight and I'm getting jitterish! Any suggestions?


Perhaps I could:

A) Rent a houseboat with my mom and kick it with some close friends who are willing to play in BC for a week cuz I would be very good at being lazy.

B) Organize some super houseparty potluck at my freshly painted house since I seem to be rather good at it.

C) Go to a random bar and get trashed since I'm also good at that.

D) Go to Motion Notion and make it a camping gong show cuz I'm obviously wikkid good at that.

Or... ALL OF THE ABOVE CUZ I'M FUCKING AWESOME AND GOOD AT EVERYTHING (except chemistry obviously)?!

Yes. Good idea. Suggestions welcome.

________________

On a more personal note...

Birthday Wish List:
(Naturally if anybody actually buys me something off the list, I will politely decline because YOU'RE CRAZY to drop bills like hot potatoes. This is just a dream list. Thus, I must, of course, fill it myself to gain maximum satisfaction - in many birthdays to come!)

- Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (I'm preordering this baby!)
- Mars complete drama series
- True Religion Dark Vintage Joey's
- Chip & Pepper Walk of Shame in Bearskin
- Notify Aramus Trousers
- Miss Sixty Black Label distressed Snuffles trousers (I WILL FIND YOU!!!!)
- Chanel Ligne Cambon tweed tote and quilted hip bag
- Chanel lambskin and patent calfskin white boot
- Chanel pearl necklace with signature charms
- A DATE WITH KARL LAGERFELD OF COURSE! (Coco would be even more ridiculous-fabulous, if only she were still with us :|)
- 30G picture ipod
- All inclusive trip to HongKong, Taipei, Tokyo, Osaka, New York
- Limited edition Batman Begins black leather Converse hi-tops
- Hermes Kelly handbag
- Full scholarship to Central St. Martins College of Art and Design

Boy, oh boy, am I ever greedy. And a total dreamer while I'm at it.

H NMR master

today was my second day of organic chem (263 spring session) and i've already realized that a day along the lines of this...

08:45 - 9:55 = daily review
10:00 - 11:00 = lecture
11:00 - 11:10 = break
11:10 - 12:45 = lecture
12:45 - 13:30 = lunch break
13:30 - 16:20 = lab

and on special days, followed by some good hard sales person style dance at aa, for example:

16:30 - 21:30 = work

...is REALLY FUCKING BAD. really knocks the words "easier said than done" into your stomach. a good fucking punch and 3 weeks to nurse a black eyed lifeless life is basically what it is and im already starting to feel the pressure.

on a brighter note, i will have completed all the organic chem i will ever have to take again in my life in 3 weeks and emerge with an A+++++. that is, if i'm alive.

if i'm dead then you'll know that a big B was stamped on the transcript. how i cringe at the thought.





oh, but at least i've become the jedi and justice of H NMR and IR spectrums. so eat that for a change of pace