Tunnels and Unicorns
So I was drug-free for about seven months, but then there are those days when the sci-fi gods tell you that you can't write an essay and you really can't do anything but agree with them, so you take your bff, a boxer, two (+2!) asians, and have a grand old time. What does it matter what Genly thinks, or whether Gaum leans more towards the female side, when you're utterly fascinated by the Bloor Viaduct's transformation into rural England? Muse took on a whole new meaning. As did sleep.
After telling Mark about my day, he was all, "Yeah, you still look like it."
"That was eight hours ago. This is just what I look like without makeup."
"Well, you always look like that."
Sigh. Blame it on the sniffles.
Turns out that the gay guy who asked me out to a friendly lunch wasn't actually gay, and therefore didn't mean for it to be a friendly lunch, and so a bit of awkwardness ensued, but of course not as awkward it would have been had I followed Lee's advice and asked him "do you like men?" It's a lot less ambiguous with flaming filipinos.
The 26-page nutrition assignment I finished last night brought a lot of things to my attention, such as the extreme inadequacy of my diet and all the ridiculous things that I need to do to correct it, like eat a cup of sunflower seeds daily and not eat eggs, ever. And basically all filipinos are pretty screwed, cause what we consider one serving of rice is really half of what you're supposed to eat in a day. Bah. Who writes these food guides anyway? Japanese people eat a shitload of rice and they out-live all of us.
After telling Mark about my day, he was all, "Yeah, you still look like it."
"That was eight hours ago. This is just what I look like without makeup."
"Well, you always look like that."
Sigh. Blame it on the sniffles.
Turns out that the gay guy who asked me out to a friendly lunch wasn't actually gay, and therefore didn't mean for it to be a friendly lunch, and so a bit of awkwardness ensued, but of course not as awkward it would have been had I followed Lee's advice and asked him "do you like men?" It's a lot less ambiguous with flaming filipinos.
The 26-page nutrition assignment I finished last night brought a lot of things to my attention, such as the extreme inadequacy of my diet and all the ridiculous things that I need to do to correct it, like eat a cup of sunflower seeds daily and not eat eggs, ever. And basically all filipinos are pretty screwed, cause what we consider one serving of rice is really half of what you're supposed to eat in a day. Bah. Who writes these food guides anyway? Japanese people eat a shitload of rice and they out-live all of us.