Tuesday, August 30, 2005
life is slowly going back to the mundane triumvate of lab-school-mugging at home-repeat ad infinitum. i don't mind really, except new distractions are abound. and no, none of them involve people of the opposite sex, unless well, i revert to flights of fancies (and thats euphemistically speaking for something else. hur hur hur ) . hurhur.
cooking is one of them, surprisingly, for an anti SNAG bastard like me. its always a surprise to discover that indiscriminate use of herbs and spices, inexplicable combinations of ingredients (curry leaf + lemon grass in pasta, howzzat?) 1:10 dilution of stew to make soups (that can last a few days) and a little magic from chinese cooking wine and nuoc miam can make dead hunks of animal muscle taste edible and sometimes even delicious (thats always a fluke though. depends). sure its not chinky cooking per se, but hey, my stomach is filled every night and i ain't complaining about that insult to the dead animals Bob (and his cafeteria helpers) commit nightly that passes off as dinner. if something screws up its my fault. the downside though is that i can no longer make excuses to rush off at 6 pm from lab because the cafeteria is closing. now i can make excuses to rush off at 5 pm because mac daddy here needs to cook or there will be no food on the tonight, bitch-supervisor! hur hur hur!
speaking of lab, my plans for a senior honors thesis is in a mess because my PI is too busy and my supervisor is too busy and he "hasn't talked to her yet". if he doesnt get a move on, something bad might happen. right now everything is in the air because i don't really know whether my data is usable or not. the supervisor is sending mixed messages and making non commital noises. if my project really gets shelved, i think i need a drink, because that would be an entire 1.5 year's work down the drain. and i'm not kidding. i did all the work. but life's unfair, so..
anyway
my room is bigger now, so there's more space to engage in ahem, activities with privacy. no no no, not that (well, not all the time) . i've got a new hi fi now and am enjoying annoying my housemates with classical shit. it aint gonna pull girls though, because i aint got no car, but it makes my life a leetle bit easier, because sometimes my ety's get in the way of my reading. also, in lieu of the barren monasteric life, i've restarted making tank models because sniffing the fumes calms me down. a little chemical distraction doesnt hurt u know, if i hallucinate something good.
oh, and the liquor store is now opposite my place, as opposed to a 20 minute walk lugging six packs home.. hur hur hur hur. and i already know the owner's name. hur hur hur hur!
i am sure i will get fat and slightly more happy this sem. i am content, for now. all i need now is for the sponsor to send more chiobu freshmen down to wisc and then i can safely say my life is perfect. right now the standard is still er, wanting. how the hell are they gonna succeed in their breeding schemes when you get mummy's boys and preppy frigid little ladies? (for the record. i will never be a willing participant in this... this... conspiracy! )
the more things change, the more they stay the same, eh.
Edit : Goddamnit. i just spoilt my dhaal when i jettisoned too much black pepper into the pot. ARGGRRGH
cooking is one of them, surprisingly, for an anti SNAG bastard like me. its always a surprise to discover that indiscriminate use of herbs and spices, inexplicable combinations of ingredients (curry leaf + lemon grass in pasta, howzzat?) 1:10 dilution of stew to make soups (that can last a few days) and a little magic from chinese cooking wine and nuoc miam can make dead hunks of animal muscle taste edible and sometimes even delicious (thats always a fluke though. depends). sure its not chinky cooking per se, but hey, my stomach is filled every night and i ain't complaining about that insult to the dead animals Bob (and his cafeteria helpers) commit nightly that passes off as dinner. if something screws up its my fault. the downside though is that i can no longer make excuses to rush off at 6 pm from lab because the cafeteria is closing. now i can make excuses to rush off at 5 pm because mac daddy here needs to cook or there will be no food on the tonight, bitch-supervisor! hur hur hur!
speaking of lab, my plans for a senior honors thesis is in a mess because my PI is too busy and my supervisor is too busy and he "hasn't talked to her yet". if he doesnt get a move on, something bad might happen. right now everything is in the air because i don't really know whether my data is usable or not. the supervisor is sending mixed messages and making non commital noises. if my project really gets shelved, i think i need a drink, because that would be an entire 1.5 year's work down the drain. and i'm not kidding. i did all the work. but life's unfair, so..
anyway
my room is bigger now, so there's more space to engage in ahem, activities with privacy. no no no, not that (well, not all the time) . i've got a new hi fi now and am enjoying annoying my housemates with classical shit. it aint gonna pull girls though, because i aint got no car, but it makes my life a leetle bit easier, because sometimes my ety's get in the way of my reading. also, in lieu of the barren monasteric life, i've restarted making tank models because sniffing the fumes calms me down. a little chemical distraction doesnt hurt u know, if i hallucinate something good.
oh, and the liquor store is now opposite my place, as opposed to a 20 minute walk lugging six packs home.. hur hur hur hur. and i already know the owner's name. hur hur hur hur!
i am sure i will get fat and slightly more happy this sem. i am content, for now. all i need now is for the sponsor to send more chiobu freshmen down to wisc and then i can safely say my life is perfect. right now the standard is still er, wanting. how the hell are they gonna succeed in their breeding schemes when you get mummy's boys and preppy frigid little ladies? (for the record. i will never be a willing participant in this... this... conspiracy! )
the more things change, the more they stay the same, eh.
Edit : Goddamnit. i just spoilt my dhaal when i jettisoned too much black pepper into the pot. ARGGRRGH
