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every sunday i work a 6 hour shift at the computer lab from 4pm-10pm. the shift itself is not bad, but it just so happens to start right before and after the dining halls all close. i could grab a sandwich or something, but after 6 quarters here, i'm really starting to tire of anything bruin cafe has to offer. sundays have taught me that i'd very often eat nothing at all, than eat something i don't enjoy.
all i can think about are dishes of asian vegetables, noodles, and rice. and tofu. thank god i'm hitching a ride with kenny back home next weekend. there i will have a car and a kitchen, definitely two things i miss the most when i'm down in LA.
i'm currently reading Free Food For Millionaires, a book that first caught my eye when i was in this cute cottage-turned-town-library when we were up in Banff. i got it from the UCLA library like a month and a half ago and just let it sit on my desk, renewing it about 3 times without even opening the book. i actually started reading it a couple days ago, and i'm glad i did.
as much as i enjoy reading (which is also kind of paradoxical since i haven't read for pleasure regularly since...junior high?), i think i become too emotionally integrated with the contents. i don't know if that's the mark of a good book, or just my overly empathetic nature. i don't get this way with movies. sure, i might feel for a good movie, but once the lights turn on, everything's over. with a book, i'll start to feel hopeless or sad along with the character going through hardship and the feeling will linger for hours, even days. it doesn't matter that nothing like that is even happening in my life.
all i can think about are dishes of asian vegetables, noodles, and rice. and tofu. thank god i'm hitching a ride with kenny back home next weekend. there i will have a car and a kitchen, definitely two things i miss the most when i'm down in LA.
i'm currently reading Free Food For Millionaires, a book that first caught my eye when i was in this cute cottage-turned-town-library when we were up in Banff. i got it from the UCLA library like a month and a half ago and just let it sit on my desk, renewing it about 3 times without even opening the book. i actually started reading it a couple days ago, and i'm glad i did.
as much as i enjoy reading (which is also kind of paradoxical since i haven't read for pleasure regularly since...junior high?), i think i become too emotionally integrated with the contents. i don't know if that's the mark of a good book, or just my overly empathetic nature. i don't get this way with movies. sure, i might feel for a good movie, but once the lights turn on, everything's over. with a book, i'll start to feel hopeless or sad along with the character going through hardship and the feeling will linger for hours, even days. it doesn't matter that nothing like that is even happening in my life.