I want a large kitchen with tiled floors. There will be a central area with a range, non-charcoal grill, and maybe even a small deep fat fryer on one of the sides. Pots and pans will hang from a pots-and-pans holder above this cooking area.
As for pots and pans, they'll be stainless steel (possibly with a nonstick cooking surface). And they'll be nicely designed. Oh, and I'll have a wide assortment of stainless measuring cups, and stainless measuring spoons with plastic black handles. And a stainless steel industrial kitchen mixer. Just whatever nice looking stainless steel items I can find.
I forgot to mention a wicked cutlery set and meat tenderizer. And stainless steel espresso machine, french press, coffee grinder, and a variety of fine coffee.
The rest of the kitchen will include a large and well-stocked, state of the art refrigerating system, a nice oven, a companion toaster oven, a microwave, many cabinets, a pantry, a lazy susan, a breakfast bar, a drink bar[?], a mini entertainment system built into the wall with professional inputs and outputs and a connection to my computer (to play 30 gigs of MP3s, plenty of silverware, plates, and bowls, and a stocked spice rack.
And other essential kitchen items. One of these weekends I'll go out with pen and pad and explore the houseware aisles of Meijer or Famous Barr. Make that master list of things.
Before I get to that point, though, I should learn to cook better.
I haven't really been around my cyberhome since classes started and whatnot. This apartment is the culprit – there's an aura of comfort and laziness that's hard to break out of. But I've had more than enough time to get adjusted; now it's time to weave some short tales.
Friday – Derek, Arun, Alka, and I went to Best Buy. I had one of my dessert cravings and pleaded with the others to join me for a Cookie Monster&Cheddar's& almost didn't happen, but it did, and it's still the best $3.50 you can spend on a dessert-for-a-meal.
The rest of the night's activity revolved around Monopoly; Dave and Jethan joined in while Neil . Jethan is some sort of business major, and he seems focused on making it big – so much so that he didn't think it wrong to whore himself for property. I didn't like the attitude, but it was just a board game.
I thought the night was over after the game ended, but discussing business ideas for college campuses turned into a conversation about God and religion and life. Interesting times.
Saturday – I voluntarily went out with Derek and Neil. There was a point when a freshman girl started talking to them. I just stood around and decided ten minutes later that I'd count to 600 (in one second intervals): if by that time I was still just hanging around while they chatted, I'd make myself disappear back to the apartment.
So I began my count, using ten fingers and a feet tap to mark the time. I was interrupted about halfway and we left the party. I went home a few minutes later.
Here's how one guy reacted around his friends when two girls turned the group down: ‘Yeah, go back to your pimp’. Here's how two guys on the street and a few guys from a 4th story apartment balcony showed they had balls: ‘You guys come down’, ‘Why don't you guys come up here?’, ‘Yeah, so you and all your friends can jump us?’, etc..
Sunday – Parents visited. My mom was shocked about the hair, and I sensed that she didn't like it much. Maybe she was irked about my then apathetic mood for school?
Anyway, that night was Dave's 21st birthday eve. He hung out with some of his high school friends (including Derek and Neil). Derek and Neil came back not too long after midnight, citing an uncomfortableness with his other friends.
The three of us eventually sat in the living room watching The Gift, mostly because we wanted to see Katie Holmes naked (it was a pleasantly surprising and um, revealing, scene). Dave came back after 1 and unsteadily made his way to the bathroom. He came out ten minutes later, said something to the extent of, ‘Well guys, I'm going to sleep now’, then went to his room.
A few minutes passed before I caught a faint odor, something that managed to escape the bathroom. The smell continued to grow with each second, and I began to look at Derek and Neil, thinking one of them had stomach problems. They finally picked up on the scent and were also confused on its origins.
Derek decided to investigate, starting with the bathroom. I don't remember whether he reacted with an amusingly disgusted laugh or not, but he told us that Dave managed to throw his toilet paper in the trash can instead of the toilet. He also managed to smear some shit on the toilet seat, and get a few small pieces on the toilet cover and cabinet.
Poor Dave didn't remember any of it the next day; I was almost too embarassed to tell him, but I went through with it. He was embarassed.
Wednesday – Yesterday marked the three week anniversary of the appearance of my boil (which is still healing, though the skin surrounding the scab is a bit purple. I'm not sure if that's normal) and the three week anniversary of my little cousin putting nail polish on my left thumb (there's still a bit of polish left).
My new and mysterious friend Klara also dropped off a box of Pocky. They're yummy. Thank you.
In between the active spaces, I've watched far too many movies. More than during the entire summer, I think. Much of it had to do with our free preview of all the premium digital cable channels. The last movie scene (before taking away over 100 channels yesterday) was Kama Sutra on Showtime, a very corny softcore porn.
Alright, I think it's time to do something more with my day. Since a discussion section was moved to Mondays, I only have cs373 lectures – guilt-free skipping translates into a full day without classes, every week of the semester. And the weather is so lovely.
This little break is definitely deserved. This little chubby needs to go to the market. This little chubby needs his neckline trimmed.
I'm trying to perfect the homework for cs373 – the class I've loathed since and feared before last semester– by typesetting it in LaTeX and trying to figure out all the required answers. Even if the lowest homework gets dropped, even if I'm not on the waiting list and therefore don't have to worry about this homework being a ticket into the class, even if the class average hovers around 50%, I'm pouring so much time and energy and thought into these five little questions. I don't shower, I rarely leave my seat, I snack on junk, I strain my eyes.
The saddest part is that I'll still score at or below the median despite these countless, futile hours (which actually started from the weekend, so this isn't my typical ‘I've got six hours to start and finish’).
Why am I still doing this?
If your friend's (or a stranger's) car is covered in a noticeable layer of dust and dirt, there is no better way to have fun than to decorate his or her car with colorful graffiti. In the form of words. Here are some suggestions:
On the trunk – assfuck, suck cock
On the side – bone-giver, ass master
On the hood – poop, sex machine
‘Sex machine’ was by far my favorite little phrase. I could barely explain myself when Derek asked why I was laughing.
Car washes might take away the fun, but the memories will remain. Until your car gets dirty again, Derek…
