Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

Something's wrong with the world...

when I pack for the Philippines and have to bring bags of rice with me.

Obligatory Middle of the Week Post

This SRT thing has been quite flaky lately. Tuesday, Wednesday, who knows when I'll actually get to it? So now let's just call it the Obligatory Middle of the Week Post. To commemorate this momentous occasion, I'm going to bring back the Snapple facts:
Dim lights reduce your appetite.
I get it, Snapple. I'm turning into a fatty. I know that McDonald's last night was a bad idea, but I really wanted that Big Mac. And those chicken nuggets.

...and the apple pies.

Stop judging me.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

Perhaps posting photos really often will give me a reason to take more. Let's see how this goes.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

And we're on smugmug now.

We'll see how this goes.

Also, Schlumberger is a fun name.

Photo When I Feel Like It


In lieu of SRT.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Why Am I So High?

Why am I so high?
- Me, 203,843,087,525 times on 4/20
I never really got into the whole weed thing in college. It just seemed like getting drunk was more convenient and easier to regulate. I had dabbled a couple of times and was never really impressed. I believe the last time I had any was about five years ago, so of course I decide to dabble again over the weekend thinking it would result in the mild loopiness of the past. Something not unlike sitting at the gas station with your windows down for a little too long. This was not the case.

Life lesson: So thaaaatt's what being high is like.

I don't know how to feel. It was enjoyable for the first 30-60 minutes, and then it got old. I swear that twenty minutes at a bar felt like eight hours. I was all ready to go home until I checked the time (12.20 AM!!!) and realized we had a couple more hours to go. In my elevated state, I decide, "Ok, I can deal with this. Just a couple more hours. I will just sit down and not do anything dumb." Ten hours later, it feels like it's 30 degrees inside of a crowded bar, and I'm shivering and clutching my jacket around myself. After three more hours have passed, I check the time. Hm. Only 12:27, that's not good.

And the night continues on like this. I really needed that shit to be over right then. It was getting old.

On top of the fact that this is the highest I've ever been, the DJ was fuckin' terrible. Songs would cut off for no reason. At some points, it sounded like he stepped away from the equipment and just let a cat walk around on top of the knobs/keys/buttons. I really thought I was losing time, the mixing was so terrible. (It has since been confirmed that I did not lose time, and the DJ really was the worst ever.) Now, it was not only the audio fucking with my mind. I underwent optic injury as well. Huge swathes of crazy white kids start "dancing" in front of me, consisting mostly of random jumping and what appeared to be violent seizures. I honestly thought I was hallucinating. I remember repeatedly asking the people around me if they were seeing the same thing. (They were, and I'm not sure if this was what I wanted to hear.) I blame them for making me feel higher than I probably was.

I'm sure there's more to tell, but I was high. Gimme a break. In short, it was cute for about an hour, and that's about it for me.


Dear Kuyung,

I don't ever do anything bad. This was all just stealing someone else's story and telling it in the first person to make it a better read. Repeat: I don't actually do ANY of these things.


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Teh New Hawtness


The Magic of Desperation

Can I do a year's worth of work in two weeks? I think we'll find that I can.

SR(Who Cares?) #79

It's strange. I had a #1 at McDonald's yesterday, but did not have the sudden urge to poo 30 minutes later. Has the Big Mac's efficacy as a laxative been lost on me?

ADDENDUM Haha. The #1 usually leads to a #2. HA.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

SRT #78

I broke down and bought Converses. :-/

Monday, April 07, 2008

Who Is You?!

This fucking coworker is really getting on my nerves now. While I'm trying to make my bagel* this morning, she comes into the kitchen and asks if I caught some segment on some morning show yesterday about sneaker collecting. This wasn't so much the problem as that her voice was dripping with this terrible condescending tone. It's like she was marinating this question to me for the past 24 hours in self-righeous. So what that some people wait in line for sneakers? That they spend more on shoes than on their apartments? WHAT DO YOU CARE? Everybody has something. Some people collect stamps. Other people, shoes. She keeps a compost bin and has a chicken coop. Just LET IT GO.

I've now realized that this is what makes everything she says super annoying. Taking the words at face value, you wouldn't think it was THAT annoying, but it's all soaked in this self-righteous I'm-better-you attitude that makes me want to rip her face off. Not all of us want to be self-satisfied high and mighty freakshows.

God. Now I'm gonna be annoyed for the rest of the day.

* Thomas' Bagels + Honey Nut Philadelphia creamcheese = awesome.

Sunday, April 06, 2008


One of my coworkers is a bit of an over-sharer. It can feel quite awkward. For example, I know:
  1. Her parents are quite the bigots,
  2. Her siblings are often unemployed/drunk/wastes of life, and, most horribly,
  3. She just had a colonoscopy last week.
There is NO REASON for me to know this. I do not want the details of her medical history, especially regarding her butt. This is an OVER-SHARE.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Kuyung says...

The other guys that Jesus raised up don't count?
This is true. Those are the first zombies. More accurately, Jesus is more like the first vampire, as he requires us to drink his blood to be in the club.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

My mom insists on having something super Catholic in all of her cars, and I recently acquired some Batman legos. So now TwoFace has a new super best friend!

Also: Jesus, the first zombie?

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

SRT #77

And I have officially been accepted into one grad school, which means that come August, I'm outta here no matter what. I received an email about three weeks ago telling me to expect an acceptance package, and while I did tell others about this happy development, I was still halfway expecting a follow up saying they had made a terrible terrible mistake. But now that I have the actual package in my possession, I can rest a little easier.

And thank god, I don't think I can take much more of the ennui that is my job.