Doesn't have a point of view
8.21.2005
Me, dining in the moo restaurant. Check out the awesome glitter vinyl seating. Yum, free clam chowder that tasted like chicken. Gotta love small northwest towns and their chinese/american cuisine.
I'm just sitting here, waiting for my roommate to arrive from Seattle. I have given up on the ideas of the muddy frogwater festival in milton freewater and making delicious salsa verde. Last night I fainted after a combination of 1 beer, too much sugar, and lots of stress. Thankfully Prawin and Tuan were there to catch me. Now for my quick rant about sugar substitutes. One day while checking the science section of the L.A. Times, I came across an article about sugar substitutes. The articles contained several facts which disturbed me. First of all, much like the first polymers, most of the delicious discoveries were made accidentally after lab experiments. What were so many people doing licking their fingers after working in a lab? One person even ate his experiment after misinterpreting "test it" as "taste it." All I have to say is, these people are lucky to be alive. Second, I came to the realization that, as much fun as it sounds, I do not want to work in food science. I am trying to remain idealistic for as long as possible and do not want to spend my time making it easier for people to be gluttonous. How much time, energy, and money is spent on finding the perfect calorie-free sugar? The simple solution to our problems: EAT LESS SUGAR. I say this as I continue to mourn the loss of my precious chocolate bar. Chau is home! Oh, and hi to Lillian who commented less than 5 minutes after my last post.
8.14.2005
my crunch bar destroyed
Sometimes you have lot of things to complain about in life, but you don't feel like telling anyone. Yesterday lots of bad things happened, yet I avoided my housemates until I could tell them calmly. Right now, I am angry so I am telling my blog about it. My blog, luckily, can have no reaction to my ranting.
Here is the plain and simple truth.
There is a mouse in my room.
Yesterday, this was fine.
My dad assured me that it would not bite me.
That meant that the mouse could remain in peace until I am able to shove it outside.
Today, about 2 minutes ago, I noticed that my crunch bar is 75% gone.
Shreds of silver wrapper cover my desk.
This crunch bar was given to me 3 years ago by Tom Powers.
This crunch bar is important.
This crunch bar is now destroyed.
I am not giving that mouse a name.
It had now better watch out.
Prawin and the bb gun are waiting.
I didn't get to pick huckleberries today.
I did get to host breakfast with the beatles with david.
Yesterday I learned that,
mom's are usually right when it comes to being sick advice (and probably in general too)
and that I am not allergic to wasp stings.
My car, Wallula, is filthy from a dust storm and I think I would like to wash her(?) now.
I feel slightly more calm.
Oh, and my blog has been neglected because somehow I stopped thinking in blogger and began thinking for myself again. It is much less stressful and I am glad for it.
