January 24, 2008

Wordy evening

OK, I can do this. I can write more.

But, to be quite honest, who's actually going to read this? If you're reading this, you're a big weirdo. QUICK, close this window before you get caught, WEIRDO! My blog is just a bunch a blah blah about what I do and spend on blah because I was feeling blah blah, at the time. The word 'blog' even sounds like 'blah'. Here's to my blahg.

Now, on a more serious note. I nutritionally consumed more than I monetarily consumed today (if these two actions can possibly be compared). In chronological order: two cups coffee, one small ciabatta roll with Promise® Butter, container of Boysenberry Yoplait® Yogurt, one cup fuity Cheerios®, one Vitasoy Milk box, one cup organic skim milk mixed with one pouch of french vanilla Swiss Miss®, 1/2 cup cooked Jasmine rice, one scambled egg, one rib (cow), one bunch choy sum (veg), one ciabatta roll with olive oil, salt, italian seasoning, five water crackers topped with homemade basil walnut cream cheese, one Gala apple, water. Yeah, and I ate ALL that? Really, I feel good about it, Weirdo.

Before I go on, I read a book by Bunny Crumpacker this winter break titled, "The Sex Life of Food." If you are reading my blog entry today, you really should be reading this book instead.

Next, in chronological order, I monetarily consumed the following: parking $3.75, copies $2, printing $1.60, giant container of basil $5.56

Total: $12.91

I thought today's discussion the recent political events was somewhat disconcerting. I think it's because it has been a long time since I've participated in a seminar. And this is my senior seminar, so it doubly important that I contribute constructively. In my past experiences with seminars, it has been frustrating (oh God, like fights and grudges afterwards for days), and exhilarating (learning about each other). Mind you, in these past seminars, we discussed critical social theories such as modernism, post-modernism, Marxism, Feminism, Socialism, etc. Ben Agger, Galeano, Walter Rodney, Norman F. Cantor, Bauldrillard, and, Roland Barthes. I'm restless about it because I'm struggling to make the connections. Mythologies? Semantics? Polls? Graphic Design, Wii, Guitar Hero, what?

Feeling: Bored, dull, cynical, impatient
Music: Frank Sinatra


Olivia, my niece.

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