Photo When I Feel Like It

I think this water fountain on Pennsylvania Avenue is still broken and in no danger of ever being fixed.

Also, I'm pretty sure that the homeless people use these fountains to wash their underpants. I would not recommend drinking from them.

SRT #70

I am well on my way to becoming a fatty. Let me count the reasons:

1. My mom broke her arm in such a way that she is not going to work for 4-6 months. I now must take the bus home, which removes my daily 1.7ish mile walk every weekday. That's a lot of walking.
2. Over the Christmas break, I successfully got my metabolism back up. I am hungry every 2-3 hours no matter how much I eat. Without the daily walking, this is bad.
3. I love food. Someone just has to mention a food to me and I will desperately want it for the next few days. This week started out with steak, but now I need a crepe. Preferably from this place i used to go to on UPenn's campus. Perhaps I can track down a steak crepe around here.

My jeans have been feeling a little tight lately, so I need to take some preventative measures. But what?

Photo When I Feel Like It

I don't remember where I read this, but, "If your photos aren't good enough, it's because you aren't close enough."

Someone buy me a macro.

I Think It's the Smoking

Obama has such a pretty voice.

Photo When I Feel Like It and EW.

I like this pic, but as mentioned a few posts earlier, I think it borders on being too warm. But I still like it.

On another note, I just signed into my Flickr account and it shows a couple of my photos, some photos from my contacts, and then a couple new photos from everyone on Flickr. Why is there hard core porn in that last category? EW. I don't think that thing's gonna fit ANYWHERE.

You can't just surprise people with porn. It's not right. You need to be mentally prepared for it. At least I do. I don't wanna sign in and be immediately greeted with a demon penis. NO. I need some warning. You gotta ease into it. Such things cannot be rushed. I'm not really sure that applies to boys though. Sometimes I feel like they just sit around bored, and they just up and decide to pop Good Will Cunting into the DVD player. No preamble necessary. But then, boys are gross. I do not think they are a good standard of measurement for the human race. In any case, my point is this: surprise porn is bad porn.

Calm Down

I just came the closest I ever had to real stress. The other week, everyone on my floor got new desks, so it was an ideal opportunity to clean out the office. I must have thrown away twenty pounds of papers/old reports that I do not need anymore. Today, however, I couldn't find a pile of reports that really should not be discarded. They are a vital element in the upcoming months. Losing these would not only knock me down in front of my boss, but an entire panel of doctors and PhDs would delight in publicly scolding/eviscerating me for this error.

In any case, I located said papers about five minutes later, hiding amongst a pile of unread/unrelated articles. The Panic has passed.

This is my first experience with immediate panic. I've felt stress before, but it was always something more gradual, like an upcoming exam I hadn't prepared for. Or, as a more of-the-moment event, right before a piano competition. However, in both of these cases, I always pulled through and very rarely exhibited any outward sign of stress. People have told me that I'm the calmest person they know. I border on icy. It works for me.

How do people that are easily stressed out deal with life? If that five minutes of sheer terror was a constant theme in my life, I would shoot myself. It fucking sucks. If I don't feel it again for the next twenty years, it will still be too soon. How do people deal with that feeling all the fucking time?

Eh.

The ennui is now a bit on the debilitating side. Just a tad. So I'm looking for something to get me out of this. We'll see how this goes.

Photo When I Feel Like It

SRT #69 (Tee hee)

Every time I walk by my boss' office, I try to catch a glimpse of the monitor. Today he is playing hearts. Good to know that I'm not the only one having an unproductive day.

Photo of the Day? Week? Month? It's a Mystery!

I like the green here, but I pretty much always like a bit of green.

I do think i should have come out a little and put the pipe more to the left. (That's what she said.)

Resolution #4

Say random things to leave strangers horrified/morbidly curious:

While walking off a Metro car:

...so I said that no amount of yoga would help. I mean, it was HUGE...

or:

...the doctor said that green was not a good sign...

::doors close::

Clearly, my theme for this year is to confound as many people as possible. I think that this is a goal worthy of my time and effort. Don't you?

SRT #68

Yesterday had a couple of random encounters.

1. In the morning, a blind guy ran into me. When I turned around ready to lash out, his blindness was apparent, and I was forced to hold in my rage. And he apologized. Jerk. How DARE he steal my moment to unleash some annoyance!

2 In the afternoon after work, a gay dude (in a cowboy hat and who seemed a little drunk already) asks me what direction Dupont Circle is. What kind of gay in DC doesn't know that? You would think he's from out of town, but a conversation ensued where he complained about his apartment being under construction and he was running away from the noise, so he's definitely from around here. This degenerated into how much work sucks and only alcohol and a strip club could comfort him. I declined his offer to come hang out at this mythical strip club. I had important tasks to put off and ignore until the last minute.


Very random.

I Have So Much Work To Do

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Originally uploaded by cadilag

Perhaps I will actually do it at some point...

SRT #67

Why is it that no matter what direction I am walking, the wind always blows in the direction most inconvenient to my hair? It's quite the mystery.

Also, if I was into skating, I would totally ignore all other expenses and get this.

Resolution #3

I'm gonna try to actually use the library instead of just going out and buying all my books. Shit gets expensive. I just have to make sure not to accumlate excesesive late fees or lose the books. And not go to the library in the ghetto where people get car jacked. But there is a Checkers right by that library, perhaps I can go in the morning/early afternoon, when the scaries are still sleeping.

Resolution #2

I resolve to treat white people like just any another minority. I will not make fun of white people for the unfortunate circumstances of their pale births and will only do so when each's personal behavior/opinion warrants such a reaction. For example, I look forward to having this exchange:

ME: So where are you from?
WHITEY: Baltimore.
ME: Nooo, I mean - where are you from?
WHITEY: (Confused) Uh...BALTIMORE.
ME: (Slowly, as English must not be Whitey's first language) Where. Were. You. Born?
WHITEY: (Even more confused) Johns Hopkins?
ME: (Exasperated) Where were your parents born? France? Germany? Perhaps Poland? Do they speak English?
WHITEY: I have to go now.

I encourage all people of color to do this to anyone deserving. Maybe then they'll see how fucking annoying it is.

Resolution #1

I'm gonna try to use my camera more often and also get a better understanding of photo editing. I think as of now I tend to make things a little to warm, but I also don't like them too cold. I have yet to find a happy medium.