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hmmm...so,
my no-sugar diet, which is really a no-sugar except in very limited quantities diet, had a bit of a sugar shock yesterday when i had a few of lyndsey's homemade truffles and a gingerbread latte. But in a system that's used to that much crap and maybe more each day, i think I'm doing alright.
To keep talking about food, last night i discovered that i can indeed make eggplant. it was eggplant parmesan and my dad said it was as good as restaraunt-quality. i liked it alright-- it was a bit oily for my tastes.
i also wrote a poem last night, partly because i was inspired and partly cause they want me to bring a piece to my interview (tomorrow!) I really like it. It's about my friend who works at the gas station, who always let me believe that he was 32, til last night when he was finally honest (i think... this helps remind me of my conviction that there's something dishonest about him) and told me he was 44!! This amazed me, just because like, my parents were 44 just a few short years ago, and here is my friend, living with his parents, working in a gas station (and now he's trying to get a Ph. D kind of) I don't know. The poem is good. My friend and I always argue about religion and I told him he shouldn't be dissing the bible/the religion til he's actually read the new testament, so he said he'd read it if i brought him one. so, that is what i'm going to do, along with all of the other million things i think i should be doing right now.
still have to write a cover letter. i'm on it.
my no-sugar diet, which is really a no-sugar except in very limited quantities diet, had a bit of a sugar shock yesterday when i had a few of lyndsey's homemade truffles and a gingerbread latte. But in a system that's used to that much crap and maybe more each day, i think I'm doing alright.
To keep talking about food, last night i discovered that i can indeed make eggplant. it was eggplant parmesan and my dad said it was as good as restaraunt-quality. i liked it alright-- it was a bit oily for my tastes.
i also wrote a poem last night, partly because i was inspired and partly cause they want me to bring a piece to my interview (tomorrow!) I really like it. It's about my friend who works at the gas station, who always let me believe that he was 32, til last night when he was finally honest (i think... this helps remind me of my conviction that there's something dishonest about him) and told me he was 44!! This amazed me, just because like, my parents were 44 just a few short years ago, and here is my friend, living with his parents, working in a gas station (and now he's trying to get a Ph. D kind of) I don't know. The poem is good. My friend and I always argue about religion and I told him he shouldn't be dissing the bible/the religion til he's actually read the new testament, so he said he'd read it if i brought him one. so, that is what i'm going to do, along with all of the other million things i think i should be doing right now.
still have to write a cover letter. i'm on it.