Wednesday, April 28, 2010

How poetic

Our final assignment for this non-science major neurobiology class I'm taking was to write haiku about the brain, mind, or behavior. Now, this class is really easy. In fact, ridiculously easy. But I would've preferred if they didn't give us assignments that seem designed to purposely insult our intelligence. But, alas, this was not the case.

And if this stupid assignment, my GSI decided to make us write haiku during discussion, round robin style! We all had to add one word. This is the genius we came up with:

Capsaicin is ouch
Found in a dark pepper, hot
Taste fire burns tongues, ouch!

Umami tastes good
Delicious sensation now
unlike sugar's taste

Puffer fish are sharp
And behave like a fat fish

I'm pretty sure none of these is actually 5-7-5. Ugh.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Let's go to the mall!

Another absolutely beautiful day, wasted in the throes of the penultimate symbol of our parasitic consumer culture—the mall.

I'm just kidding. It was still lovely, even if we did spend most of it at the mall. Plus, I bought cute shoes!

Bernadette doesn't want me taking her photo.

Monday, April 19, 2010

A proper tea party*

You know it's a properly stiff upper lip, English tea when the whole journey to the tea house was laden with passive-aggressive drama, but here we are, smiling like there's absolutely nothing wrong.

The drama sort of dissipated with the tea though. I think it was the scones. Those were fucking delicious.

*Unlike a certain right-wing, American political movement.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Time to nut up or shut up

Zombie Prom '10, y'all!

Afterwards, we were on Chat Roulette until 4 a.m. in our zombie make-up. People thought we were supposed to be vampires. LAME.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

With a cherry on top

"Why does mine have sprinkles and yours doesn't?" Kimberly asks peering over at my milkshake.

"Probably 'cause the waiter is in love with you, like always," I reply. It wouldn't be the first time. A group of Boy Scouts once offered her their boat, even though she did not ask and had not mentioned any need for a boat.

"But he got our milkshakes mixed up!" she exclaimed suddenly. "The sprinkles must've been meant for you."

I laughed. And blushed, probably. I turn red at the slightest embarrassment.

When the waiter came back with our cards and the checks for us to sign, Kimberly was in the bathroom. And he (awkwardly) tries to talk to me, saying, "You look so young in [the picture on my debit card]! It's really cute!" Such awkward attempts at flirting are not attractive.

Oh dear. I guess those sprinkles were for me.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Soy muy autentica

I was making Hana watch All About My Mother ('cause that is an excellent fucking movie, natch!) and during the bit where La Agrado was bitching about drag queens and how they were annoying and fake and ostentatious, she says, "Have you ever seen a bald woman?"

Hana and I exchanged a look then burst out laughing.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

On growing up

"Don't laugh while I'm shaving your head!" Gracie chides. "Wow, I'm never gonna get to say that again, am I?"

"Probably not," Hana replies, half her head shaven, the other half covered in Barbasol. "You might as well live it up while you can."

Some people deal with officially leaving their teenage years by playing ding dong ditch or going to the park. Hana deals with it by going bald and buying a neon-colored wig. My 20th birthday is in a month and a half, and I wonder what needlessly immature thing I'm going to do to celebrate.

"Oh, don't worry," Hana tells me, sharing a look with Gracie. "We already have something planned for you."

I fear what this might be, but for now I can't worry, because I have to go help finish shaving my roommate's hair off.