University dining services.
Point #1: Cantina is longer on the bottom floor of the ISR cafeteria. There is no Mexican music. Nothing festive. Food quality and selection has dwindled to mediocrity.
Point #2: Wax pencils are used to mark the sneeze guards with food identification – gone are the [apparently expensive] pieces of paper stating name of item, level of veganism, pork check, and dietary information.
Long ago, when we moved out of the Oregon house, my super nintendo was misplaced among the chain-of-package command. For the past several months I was convinced that one of my ex-roommates had it buried under the other junk they moved out of the house.
Today, since I was in the area, I stopped by the old house and asked the current tenants if they ever found a super nintendo. The guy I talked to said they ‘have it’, then a few seconds later said they ‘had’ it. Further inquiry revealed that it was taken during a party they threw.
I don't know if they're lying about the party and whether or not they still have it in their posession, but it angers and saddens me nonetheless. That unit went back to the days of Gainesville. And there was an Ascii pad with it that my uncle bought me because my cousins broke the original controller. And Super Metroid has disappeared with it all.
It's times like these that I wish I could break rocks with my fists and elbows and feet. And maybe my head too, for overlooking the box I'd kept the system in for many moons before that.
Sad to see Kenshin end, and on a strange episode at that. It was calm, and only in the present. And the style was a bit different. Would've been nicer if they could've shown glimpses into the future…that would bring more closure.
Binge is over. Time to purge laziness.
To see Kenshin and Aoshi as friends is just too ackward and funny. Back to my addiction. Six more episodes to go…
So they really are a company that scams people. If I don't get my $108 refund – two months overdue – by the end of the week, I'm going to round up everyone else who's been dicked and take it to court. Any advice on such legal actions?
It's in the low 30s right now.
I had a dream where Andrew and I were in a kitchen and his mom was spreading insectide around. Moments after that, we could clearly here two little insects' feet scuttling across the floor near the edges of the cabinet. It so happened that my foot was very close to the edge, and the first bug brushed, which was creepy. The second one stopped to bite into my heel, and I jumped up awake and kicked at the blanket before a second could pass.
Bottom line: fuck techsavings. I hope the owner goes to a federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison.
UPDATE – I do love American Express because they will now try to collect the money on my behalf and credit my account so that I won't collect interest on that amount.
As much as I don't like your heat, you confuse me with these cold nights. But if you get Susie to like me, I will no longer question your strange weather habits. It's not much to ask for, is it? Please? Am I really that unfit for female companionship?
In my Kenshin-induced zombification spanning 30 episodes since Saturday, and going to sleep at 9:30 (only to wake up at 2:30 in the afternoon, my latest time yet), I forgot about the simple things.
Toby: today was 420
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Kaiser: this [Ben & Jerry's] half baked stuff is good
Toby: i thought it would be
Kaiser: wait a sec
Kaiser: did you buy it because it was 420?
Toby: actually no
Kaiser: damn
Toby: but funny enough i also bought a bag of chips that are called munchies
Kaiser: alright, we really need to celebrate this next week
Toby: its over now
Toby: can't celebrate 427
Kaiser: this will be our celebration
Toby: no tiene el mismo signifiCADO
Kaiser: defecarme
Toby: no
Kaiser: you're a party pooper
Walking alone from far south campus to far north campus, at 4:30 AM, can be a bit creepy.
Getting soaked is welcome, so long as the glasses are off and the temperature is not cold.
Now, to finally eat a proper dinner (though some might argue that four cookies are plenty) and stay awake while hoping to be productive until the night, or sleep? But I'm also anxious to see what happens between Usui and Anji…
Rurouni Kenshin is unbelievably addicting and good. It's this and not the thought of five classes and work that persist in my mind.
less shy, more confident and flirtier. (And more generally adept in conversation.)
I wish I could go back to the days of senior year high school. The essays for my college apps would rock a thousand times more now than then, I think. And maybe I'd be accepted to more than two places?
But it's all in the past. Time to not have a future.
On a sidenote, I've used Mosaic before. Couldn't get it to work. The dial-up programs back in the day weren't too user-friendly, or maybe I just wasn't smart enough to figure them out at the time. Internet killed the BBS. Sigh.
The house of cards is falling. There's nothing I can do. People won't understand some things until they've actually experienced it.
HOW TO MAKE TURKISH COFFEE—For each cup of Turkish coffee you wish to make, put one cup of cold water and two tablespoons of coffee1 into a pot2. Need sweetness? Add one or two tablespoons of sugar for each cup into the mix (maybe more, maybe less, though one tbsp masks much of the initial bitterness while leaving a strong coffee flavor). Stir once, then slowly bring to a boil.
As it begins to boil, foam3 will start to form on the top. If you're skilled, or if your pot is made for pouring, pour out the foam in equal amounts into each cup. You could also use a spoon to scoop it out.
Once it gets to a full boil, pull it off the stove and let it settle. Put it back on the stove and again bring to a boil, removing foam along the way. Let it settle for a minute or two, then pour into each cup.
The texture is thicker, and the taste is stronger and more pleasant than a regular cup of coffee. You're bound to swallow a bit of ground in the process, though, so you might have a different sort of sensation in the stomach if you're not used to grounds.
I'm going to brew another cup.
1 – some sort of finely ground Arabic roast is traditionally used; I'm doing it with cheap, coarse ground Meijer's Irish Creme blend.
2 – it's also traditionally brewed in an Ibrik. They look quite fancy and pretty and nifty. I'm not sure what extra flavors and characters are missing if one is Ibrik-less.
3 – if it's brewed correctly. I lacked foam the first time.
The only thing saving my hate for spring (and summer) are the cool breezes that come through my window to keep things bearable.
Gilmore Girls is good stuff (both Lorelais are cute; older much more than younger, though). Cookies are done baking. 24 is coming up soon. Good stuff.
(Once these cookies are done, I will make an effort to not buy anymore. It's time to crack down on snacking and fattening.)
In order of importance: Bengali, Arabic, Greek, Hebrew, Spanish, German, Italian, Russian, Hindi, Pashtu, Farsi, Romany, Inuit, Navajo, Swahili, French, Swedish, Finnish, Portugese, Basque, Tocharian, Japanese, Mandarin.
Length – 2:00; listen (2.3 megs)
Music322: Digital concrete using ProTools (well, ACiD when times got short). Found objects were: jingling keys; creaking microphone stand; hitting trash can with drumstick; circling rim of trash can with drumstick. I think that's it.
It's supposed to remind you of something. You tell me what it is, and I'll let you know if I've succeeded.
In the several minutes before I woke up this morning, I had a half-awake dream in which me and some friends tried to take down a Christian cult. They used deception to draw followers and brainwash them. We couldn't stand for it.
Our objective was to get as deep into the organization as possible without getting caught up in their warped beliefs (or getting caught in our intentions) and dismantle their leadership.
The last scene was strange. It was me and a few other people with spears in our hands, surrounded by many more of the cult's followers, who also happened to have spears. We had to fight our way to escape. I kept imagining a tactic where my group would duck down and I would, with a mighty swing encompassing a full circle, take off the heads of all the followers.
I don't remember what happened during the battle, though; maybe I skipped it completely. In the end, I'd taken the heads of two top leaders. And then I found a friend, a child, mortally wounded. I picked her up and started crying, saying repeatedly, ‘Please baby, don't die, don't die’.
I regained full consciousness and couldn't direct the dream any further.
Timmy has consumed his 100 teabags. He needs grocery money and a car to buy Lipton!
So says my brother, about this:
hasan: i'm confused
hasan: i'm not really too sure if this is music
kaiser: haha
Ah well. I've been slaving away at this for over nine hours. And there's only so much you can do with…well, I'll let you try to guess I used as my found objects.