SO TODAY CONSISTED mostly of--looking at people's profiles on thefacebook.com, eating a nectarine in about five minutes, and updating my blogger profile. I have one hour until I get to go home, so I suppose I should see how much nonsense can spill from my mind in so little time! First of all, the air conditioning here goes nonstop, which would seem like a good thing. But an overactive air conditioner on a hot summer day is still an overactive air conditioner, and might as well be an inactive air conditioner on a cold winter day. So when I head out to the car, I will thaw out and be grateful for the heat, until I get into the car and the air conditioning in there starts up. Perhaps my parents take less thawing time than I do, but I just don't see how anyone can stand the cold for so long! I say--baby steps. That's the way to go. You can turn the air conditioning on a little bit, and then if you can't bear it any longer, you can turn it up a little more, and so on and likewise.
I don't see what's with the whole strictness about eating food. For example, eat the main course before "dessert." It's all just food, people. It's all going to be broken down and converted into ATP so you can continue to exist. Does it matter which morsel enters your stomach first? I say I should be able to eat my brownie at the same time I eat my pasta. Hypothetically speaking, of course. I don't actually eat pasta that much, or brownies for that matter. Also: eating things that go with each other. Pasta and brownies [neither of which I eat very often except at Sweet Tomatoes] don't complement one another's tastes. So what? If I feel like eating a little pasta, a little brownies, and then some more pasta, it's fine. I mean, they both taste good. So they should both add their goodness of flavor together to produce an ultimate brasta or pownie. And if not, they should at least retain their original good flavor.
Another thing. I seem to complain on this site more than I used to. Before, it was just plain observation, with perhaps a sprinkle of humor in strategic locations to maximize reader satisfaction. No more. Now all I seem to be doing is complaining about who said this or what did that. Am I a more unhappy, disgruntled person as a whole than I was a month or two ago? Perhaps. That makes me sad. =( JK It boggles my mind. Speaking of mind, I have so much more nonsense and so much less time. Right now, 3:16 PM.
Coffee. I've personally never had any, but I will testify to its enigmatic nature. Smells good, but tastes bad? This is what I hear. I've never before in my life encountered something so bewildering. That's like seeing someone really hot who has terrible BO. Or doing something really fun that, in the end, kills you. Or listening to a really good singer with a beautiful voice on the radio, only to discover that he or she is covered in warts, boils, zits, other various facial blemishes, and scars running in all directions. Or listening to a really good singer with a beautiful voice on the radio, only to discover that he or she is an iguana. Of course, that's nonsensical, but so is my thinking. 3:23 PM.
I need someone to let me borrow an N64 controller for the next few days. Reason being the Maks are coming into town again and staying at my house for a while. We kids are going to need something to do, and while there are three of us, there are only two controllers. Of course, Goldeneye and Mariokart64 are only so exciting, but if I have to play alone with Kevin for one more time, I'm going to pull my eyelashes out one by one and make a necklace out of them. For a chihuahua. A very tiny chihuahua. Oh wait! The Yaus have my Goldeneye. Hmm, that leaves Mariokart. Phew, I can take that. Sorry, very tiny chihuahua. No human eyelash necklace for you. 3:28 PM.
Speaking of chihuahuas, I was thinking about getting a pet when I was older. It would have to be very small so it couldn't eat me, and very lovable, since I have a tendency to hate. Okay, I'm jk, I just love lovable animals. Because they're so lovable! I'll do a top 10 if my favorite friends' pets:
- Stephi. Animal: Dog. Owner: Adam Zimmerer. Stephi [sp?] is a very lovable dog, with black fur, and its stomach was pumped out for something so it couldn't eat human food for a while. I don't remember how long ago that was or if it is ongoing. She likes to lick my feet, hands, mouth, as well as bite any small appendages you stick in her face. Her teeth are not sharp at all, though, and it feels good when she bites you.
- Jazz. Animal: Cat. Owner: Aaron Otani. A long time ago, I was at Aaron's house and I asked him if I could scare Jazz. He said to go ahead. So I scared Jazz and she/he ran out of the room like his/her life was in danger. Aaron denies it to this day.
- Snickers. Animal: Dog. Owner: Serena Leung. Snickers is somewhat lovable, though she is a little too friendly to some humans' crotches. She likes to gnaw on certain things such as stuffed animals, towels, and tennis balls. She is commonly mistaken for a boy by me, but I've learned that she is a definitely a girl, which is why she likes me so much.
- Bunny. Animal: Bunny. Owner: Emily Yau. Bunny is a lovable bunny who stays [from what I can tell] mostly in its cage. When it comes in the house, it likes to take shelter under the orange and yellow playskool table. If left unsupervised, Bunny will tear away whatever its little teeth can find. All I've been witness to is the shredding of newspaper and paper bags.
- Boris. Animal: Dog. Owner: Adam Zimmerer. Boris is one stuck up little dog. If you ring the doorbell to Adam's house, he will bark at the door until someone restrains him and opens it. Because Boris has some kind of dog seniority in the house, Stephi follows in Boris's barking, even though she secretly adores me and wants to lick my toes clean.
- Stephanie's dog. Animal: Dog. Owner: Stephanie Lam. While I have never seen or met Stephanie's dog, I am slowly running out of favorite pets. I imagine that it is quite gregarious, loves humans, and likes to chase moving objects. Its favorite toys are probably soft yet durable, for chewing. If I am wrong, oh well.
- Emily's fish. Animal: Fish. Owner: Emily Yau. These fish inhabit the pond in Emily's backyard, and they are fiesty little creatures. I once walked over the bridge and they swam around like the world was coming to an end. I will never forget that day. Until I am thirty years old or more.
- Okay, fine, so I didn't make it to ten. Who needs ten anyway? 3:45 PM.
Now that I've assessed all my favorite friends' pets, I can safely say that in the future I will definitely get a tarantula, because they are small, easy to manage, and really cool! I'm just kidding, I'll probably get more lovable than a tarantula. Like a duck. You know, like in Friends? Did they ever name those guys? Well, again, I don't want something too big, but not something too small either. I don't want to have to look for it all over the place. So something around a small dog / really big rat type of size is optimal. Hey do you guys remember the picture of the really big rat whose left or right ventromedial hypothalamus was removed? That was really funny. 3:49 PM.
The time is approaching for me to go home. I have to say, I'm a little sad. We've had a lot of good times together in this post, you and I. I hate to see it end, but it has to happen eventually. Will things ever be the same? Will my taste for pets ever enter your feeble little mind ever again? Okay, jk, your mind isn't feeble, but neither is mine, so HA! Oh... you see? It's things like these that I will miss the most, but a little glimmer of hope in the inner reaches of my soul says that we will meet again one day. And if I haven't lost my entire handful of readers by the middle of this post, then I think there is a small chance that we will. I don't blame you if you got bored in the middle of the post and skimmed or skipped down to read the final paragraph, because it's really the beginning and the end that make things what they are. And I just found out that I'm going to be here for another half an hour. But I've had so much nonsense brewing in my head for the past hour that the only thing I have left is sense! Just common, everyday sense. Things like look both ways before you cross the street and people don't look you in the eye when they lie to you and things like that. So before I sound ordinary, I'll end this here. Thank you for your attention.