Oh man…. Has it ever been long!
I feel like I’m one of those cathartic bloggers who suddenly feels confidence and then abandons the interweb for the outside world.
That’s not me at all- I love writing! and I miss reading about my friends, and complaining to anonymous readers.
But the outside world got jealous and created a series of events designed to keep me away from reading and writing- on the ‘nets.
My laptop broke. Well, specifically my sister killed the plug-in port thing (I try to sound electronic) so it won’t turn on. -I haven’t had time to fix it because I’ve been finishing some apps for grad school. I’m also trying to plan a fantastic journey, somewhere. I had originally hoped the south americas but that’s slowly dwindling as my bff travel partner is afraid of flying, and 12 hour flights make her want to self-defenestrate.
Among taking pictures with no smiles and passport lines, there’s my boyfriend’s family, Stress’s piece de resistance. The last wedding we attended, and the subsequent family trip to the Dominican were apparently appropriate times for his uncle to discuss my bf dating ‘good’ girls of his own culture …within earshot of me, and other people. Luckily for everyone involved my family raised me with class. I can’t lie though, it took every ounce of my pride and strength to laugh with the people making small talk with me during my very early, very quick exit.
Pfft. ‘Good’ girls. The nerve. Those girls are as good as anyone else. Aka- NOT as good as I, in a million ways. Anyway, I swallowed my pride. And then I crammed it down my bf’s throat. He had a talk with the offending uncle and hopefully it won’t happen again. But that whole episode lasted about 2 weeks.
Okay, and then there’s trying to work off the 20 lbs I put on last year. I go to the gym 4 days a week, up from 0 days and a bucket of pasta.
And finally, I have rekindled my friendship with a university friend who shares a love of cooking with me, as well as the same taste in art, and dumb stuff… You know, like, watching youtube videos. So, um, I might subject some posts to that.
Oh oh oh! Also… I rediscovered my gameboy advance. Yeah. Well actually, that’s probably more of a symptom of the lack of laptop, than the cause.
So I hope this little post didn’t bore you too much, as I’m out of the writing skillz now, and I don’t have a chance to proof these bb posts too well.
Well, I hoped you enjoyed that little adumbration, and I shall see you soon, sparse readers of my blog. 
(Heehee. I also recently read Lolita, and Cien anos de soledad, and learned a hundred new words. Like adumbrated. So I hope you enjoy my newly refreshed vocab.)
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This guy wrote some post about how some girl said I love you too soon, and he couldn’t digest it or run, so he didn’t.
I’m not sure what happened after but right away I thought of myself.
I like to say I love you before I mean it.
I suppose that if I was afraid they would leave me if I told them I love you, it would be different, but that’s simply not the case.
And when I say, mean it, I mean, in the high school way; I’d like to give to you- my privates and heart, and possibly eternally, the right side of the bed.
At first I did this because I liked studying the reaction I’d get:
*Slight cringe- not for me.
“I’ve been feeling it too!”- possibly not for me.
“Well, I really care for you a lot, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to say that too.”- C’est parfait. I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.
After having this discussion with some others, about how its immoral for me to do that, etc., I thought, what’s the harm in someone thinking I love them before I do?
If I end up truly loving them high school style, then no harm no foul.
If not, at least at one point they felt loved, right? I mean, its not like I say it to people I find absolutely heinous. And if I did, I’d probably be either the best person in the world, or the most punched-out person in the world.
Either way, life’s more interesting with I love yous.
I’ve been too fat lately. I’ve been eating fat, thinking fat, buying fat.
And as a result, my tight tees, then my jeans, then my dress pants, and now even some dresses! are unzippable*. *coined! called it. (If wordpress tells me I’m making a spelling error it’s MY word).
So rather than buy new clothes, I decided to spend some of my boy’s money and get me a gym membership.
I’m so excited, ’cause I’m a beast at the gym, and I am on my way back to skinny! So excited. Except tonight….
sigh… tonight when I came home at 10pm, I ate a bowl of chow mein and rice, and then another little bowl of rice and two slices of bacon, and then another little bowl of rice and a siu mai, and today for lunch I ate a hotdog, with bacon and mustard and cheese (yes you are reading correctly), and a chirashi bowl, and then miso and japanese salad, and then at 6pm I ate fries from McDonalds (barf/yum).
I might as well fit myself for an udder.
see Sasa eat:
course one of my 10 o clock pig out
course two
dessert
Ok, so I can’t seem to get off of Muse.
They do EVERYTHING right … and for once I’m not the only one who thinks so (they’ve been winning awards, esp. for performances since they entered the scene in 2000)!
I mean, in newer rock, I LIKE USS, I LIKE weezer, billy talent.
However, I love Coldplay, or the RHCP, and this…
- Being productive in the arena of completing my grad school personal statement.
- Making akhni again. It was perfectly done, ta-da! But then I left the stove on, showered, and it got mushy and gross.
- Not buying new clothes. I bought this:
along with other 3 pieces. At least it was like, laughably low-priced.
- Not eating after 10pm. Got home at 10:30 in the rain. I NEEDED something hot in my tummy, to hug me to sleep. So now I can’t fit in that dress for sure.
Things I am succeeding at:
- Reading!
- No Caffeine!
- Limited junk food. I ate some nacho cheese today. Who says no to nacho cheese that appears? I’m not sure what’s in it, but I’m sure it counts as junk. but everything else I ate was veggies or pasta.
- Being happy.
Is there something wrong with you when you smile and are so happy that you get teary eyed, and all you are doing is thinking of how much you love your boyfriend or how cute your sister is, or your amazing friends?
I think so, but I refuse to seek help! I am dramatically happy.
butter chicken on steamed jasmine rice
I can’t tell you how MANY times I’ve heard those words.
What can I tell them? Its true. I make myself fat all the time.
This picture makes me want to smother butter chicken sauce over everything.
Butter chicken, is an Indian dish, that is actually butter based but doesn’t have more than 3 tbsp’s in it (in mine anyway). It’s mostly yogurt, cream, and tomato and spices. This particular picture shows my organic monstrosity which was a pretty large expenditure, given the dairy and poultry, but totally worth it in guiltless eating . Let them eat cake! Especially if its organic.
My boyfriend loves this dish.
My boy likes his food mixed up well and good. ..Ha, why do his hands look so big, and the plate so small?
His mom makes him four things, over and over. and over. He’s a creature of habit I tell you. And a lucky one.
Chicken and veggie penne pasta with spicy tomato sauce.
Chicken and veggie spicy stirfry
Akhnee
Kichri-khadi
So everything I make him, that he loves, he puts into a top four list. Its so cute! But, sometimes, I think he’s preparing his four things list for when we’re married, and he wants me to make the same things over and over. Not cute! scary!
..Oh wait, now that I think about it, I remember asking him once a long time ago, “so what do you like the best?”
But still, the list of four is his idea, every time.
Apparently I am not the only one, but I am afflicted with a try-shy boyfriend.
To illustrate this point I will list some things I had to force him to try for the first time:
shrimp (hates)
clams
salmon belly (hates)
cucumber maki
sweet potato fries
creme brulee
blueberry pie
chicken wings in a flavor other than suicide
..the list goes on and on.
Anyway, it’s ok. We both like this dish, and I’m not sure, but I think I could eat akhnee and butter chicken every day. But I’d definitely get fat.
The recipe is a friend’s and though she doesn’t read my blog, out of respect, I won’t post the recipe or ingredients, for all to see, though I’ll gladly give it to you if you message me, and I like you, or know you!
Today, I love Muse.
Muses, as I am sure you are all aware, are in Greek mythology, the goddesses of inspiration for literature and the arts.
I have no idea why this pretty good-looking trio of musician dudes have chosen this as their name, but they absolutely inspire me on a daily basis.
I always wonder what its like to have one of these madmen as a boyfriend. Geniuses (something I call them because there is no other word for persons who regularly create awesome shyt) of any sort I am sure, are as attractively complex as it gets. It’s probably terribly taxing to try to convince one to wear something he doesn’t want to, at Christmas dinner or the like.
Anyway,
Songs like Uprising, or Running out of Time, feel deliciously dark, dramatic and sensual.
Starlight makes you feel perfectly reasonable for chasing your love or some other foolish thing.
Its hopeful, and mournful, and perfect.
