the poofies are gonna eat yous

Ed came in late to bring these things:

- Chocolate chip, chocolate chocolate chip, and peanut butter cookies from Two Little Red Hens
- Apple? crumb cake from TLRH
- two mega sandwiches from..somewhere. Roast beef and brisket.
- A roast beef sandwich from another place.
- angel food cake, choco chip cookie, donut, and brownie from E.A.T.
- Another..chocolate chip cookie..
- Another sandwich from E.A.T.
- uhh...a gazillion awesome bagels and cream cheese from somewhere
- and zach brought a sugar pie from Montreal

AND NOW I KEEL OVER AND DIE.

Note to self: the reason I've been getting ear infections since I was a little kid is because of the preauricular pit on my right ear. I haven't gotten an infection in over a year (or two?) but I feel another one coming on. Maybe I should just get the thing surgically removed...

...a SHAMWOW.

The name alone makes it worth it.

I puked twice today after lunch. Something must've been wrong with my sandwich. ...I'm assuming.

Yay.

I just devoured, DEVOURED, a vegan chocolate chip cooking from Birdbath Bakery. And now I know...I like the vegan one more than the non-vegan one. The heavy butter content of the regular cookie finally got to me. But it does act as some kind of eating speed bump, which the vegan cookie does not possess, for better or worse.

...I ate that too fast. The stomach, it protests. Granted, that's not just the cookie. Maybe I should just be glad that my digestion isn't worse.

...Already ate too many bread samples, some ice cream (strawberry and creme fraiche, and basil goat cheese), popsicle (strawberries and cream), birch beer, dumplings (basil and chicken, and pork and chives), and a roast duck sesame pancake sandwich. ...And water.

I probably walked a bit as well. But yeah.

- Erin can now share my "pain" as queue editor at work. I never know how to explain to people what I do or why it takes so much time to do stuff. She watched me as I worked and confirmed that ...hey, this stuff does take a while...sometimes.... And now I feel less alone!
- Oh yeah, we got a new employee, YAY ERIN!
- Tristan ate super spicy curry at Brick Lane Curry House. His reward was a free beer and a certificate stating that he defeated the curry. Yaaay!!!
- WHY DO I LOVE CHEESECAKE ICE CREAM? ...Anyhoo, black sesame ice cream at Sundaes and Cones is so good. Sooo good.
- Going to the Starbucks at Astor Place to use the bathroom = not a good idea. Walk over a block to the Starbucks by Cooper Union...which might not be that much better, but it's smaller so maybe it won't take as long. Um.
- But all that waiting led to a seredipitous run-in with Nathan while waiting at the Essex/Delancey station with Tristan and John! Ooh.
- If I never had to do work at home, I'd be so much happier. Alas, it is 1 AM and now i have to write a post about...something.

No, not really. But we're listed in Time's 50 Best Websites of 2008! WEE OHH CELEBRATE!@!!!

"We're willing to invest tremendous resources in end-of-life care, but very little resources in preventing disease in the first place."

Pretty much why I don't like conventional medical care. Not that ALL doctors want to keep you barely alive so that they can profit off of you—doctors are good for many things—but...well..that's kind of how I've seen it for a long time. I can't help but be really cynical about those things.

...boop, I'm tired.

i just felt like crying because I really want to eat my lunch, but instead i'd rather get work done so I don't have to feel like I have to rush to eat my lunch.

and i don't like eating lunch at 3pm. but i didn't have time to get it earlier. just another reason why i have to bring in lunch from home.

I don't get grumpy wen I'm hungry; i get grumpy if I think I'm going to eat and then find out I'm not. if I expect hunger, then I'm fine.

now i feel funneh.

But my internet (uh, stolen internet) is really slow so I'm not really doing anything on the internet today. Actually, I had no will to go one because i was really tired. But I have some down time now. I left my cell phone in the car and my mom is driving back here to give it to me. ;_; So I'm waiting for her. Then I will shower. Then I will hang out with LEE ANNE AND TRISTAN WEEE and then I will go to bed on my inflatable mattress.

Woooot.

Oh yeah, so I had to make two trips from my house to get all my stuff. And we've set up and cleaned most of the apartment but still have a lot of stuff (kitchen stuff) to sort out. It's nice! I have a nice room. I have windows. I have a "just the right size" closet. I have no dresser, but I guess I don't need one. There's no electrical outlet in the bathroom, which is kind of odd, besides that the toilet seat has no cover. We need to do something about that. Because the mirror with a medicine cabinet is right above the toilet WITHOUT A SEAT, which seems...weird. (It wouldn't fit over the sink though because there's a heating pipe behind it.

IN CONCLUSION, I AM REALLY TIRED, OH MAH GOD, moving is a pain in the ass. I wonder how many calories I've burned. How many flights of stairs have I hobbled up and down with my jelly-like legs? (We live on the 4th floor of our apt. Tristan had to make three trips from his apartment, thankfully only a few minutes away from our current one. Ooh staiiirs.) We're all smelly and sweaty except for Tristan because he already showered.

Lee Anne, John, and Nathan helped us move in. Thank heavens for friends who are strong and nice.

I must clean myself and sleep like a rock.

...But Pictoplasma will be in NYC this year! As opposed to Germany. So that's considerably closer.

I am a fan of character design type things, although I'm not a part of...it.

NOW U KNOW.

heehee.

Um, hi!

I've been sick for too long (more than a week, or something like three weeks if we count that period where I appeared to have not been sick but probably was still sick). It sucks. A headache crept into the equation of my sickliness yesterday afternoon. That can't be a good sign.

BUT LEE ANNE IS HERE SO THINGS ARE AWESOME! SQUEE!

Lots of food, as usual. Unfortunately my ability to smell has decreased in usefulness. The other night I stuck my nose in a flower after Lee Anne said it smelled good. Took a big whiff—my smell receptors, they did nothing.

I suppose this will all become better when I am not sick. Which probably won't happen for a long time because I can never get enough sleep because I stay out too late and then have to wake up early to do more things and OH CRAP I AM MOVING ON SUNDAY, and I think that had something to do with my headache.

Ok I'm going to bed now.

MUST GO TO THIS RESTAURANT:

Café Arzu

YEAH WHO WANTS TO GO UYGHURING?!

I probably went through this a year ago when I was cleaning through my stuff, but anyway.

I've been going through my files of "old school crap" (elementary through college) and most of the stuff I've kept in its entirety is from English class. Because, unlike science or math junk, I can read an essay I wrote 4 years ago and it'll still make sense. Maybe.

The one essay that I would've liked to have read the most—my final essay from freshman year—is nowhere to be found. I can't imagine having thrown it out on purpose, especially since I have a whole folder dedicated to that class with other essays and whatnot, but...there ye go. I doubt I've overlooked it. It's just gone. Gooone.

And one of the main reasons I want to look at the essay is because I have the distinct memory of my teacher having drawing a happy face in his comments. And that meant a lot to me. It's much easier to remember than the actual comments, at least...partially because his handwriting was difficult to read (it wasn't messy, just...soft, a bit undefined...it felt very polite if that makes any sense) and because HAPPY FACES ARE TEH KYOOT. (Actually I may have overlooked most of the comments because I had focused on the happy face.)

So that's all I am holding on to...a little happy face. Also, the memory of going to the writing center and almost completely rewriting whatever I had been planning to do for my final paper. Oh yeah, that was fun. But it must've been worth it if I got a happy face in return.

IT WOULD MAKE ME REALLY HAPPY IF I COULD SEE THAT HAPPY FACE RIGHT NOW.

I guess I do have other sources of happiness, though.

I never did thank my teacher for the happy face. Always meant to. But then I transferred to NYU and I figured a year later that he wouldn't remember me. That's probably wrong though, both undermining his ability to remember his students and the impact I possibly had on my teachers.

I suppose I'll just feel lucky that I remember as much as I do or have such fun random memories to look back on, even if I'm kicking myself for throwing out that essay. My brain disintegrates a little bit with each passing day. Or minute.

DISGRASIAN

being at home all day means i spend way too much time online. and i dont even have food to distract me.