Weird Fruit

Today I went grocery shopping, and I bought some kumquats. They were so cute looking and orange, and I just wanted to see what they were like. Turns out not too good, but a good source of fiber. That is, of course, because you have to eat the peel. That's the sweet part. And then it mixes with the REALLY sour/tart inner part to give you a Kumquat-Warhead kind of taste.

From now on, I'll just stick to clementines, grapefruits, and oranges. Kumquats are like the red-headed stepchildren of citrus fruits.

And then today I also did this thing that I've been talking about for a while:

I wonder what people at work will probably say about it. They have a fit whenever I wear a skirt- EVEN IF I'm wearing just a t-shirt, flip-flops, and a skirt, they call it "dressing up".

>:(

So this will probably make their hair stand on end.

Cleve thought I should do this to all my nails, but I think that would be ridiculous.

And annoying.

And look at PETE:

He was in my pictures folder, so I thought I'd just put him in here!

Look at that FACE.

Here are some lists:

School news

1. I made an A in the LAST HISTORY CLASS OF MY LIFE. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

2. I love accounting, and I will continue to express my love as such, for this feeling increases daily.

3. 2 more weeks until Spring Break!

Plans over Spring Break

1. Get a 1-hour MASSAGE!!!!!!!!

2. Record music

3. Casual GMAT studying

4. Sunbathing

5. Sewing

Things to sew over spring break (it deserves its own list)

1. Bathing suit*

2. Wrap dress

That might be for what all I have time. :(

*True Story time: I was talking to my friend Jim before Kindergarten on Friday and he had noticed me sketching before class sometimes, so I told him I sew, and we were talking about what I want to make, and I mentioned the bathing suit, and he's like, "You know bathing suits are made out different stuff than regular clothes, right?"

No, Jim, I didn't know. SO glad you enlightened me.

And here's an AMAZING story:

Yesterday I got Cleve to eat TUNA AND BROCCOLI. It was a riot. Of course, when he started whiz-popping later on, it was even more of a riot. And then he blamed me for feeding him what I did, but I cannot be held responsible for his intestinal conflagrations. He just eats too fast.

I'm ready to go home, like always. But hey- February's almost over! And the weather is perfect!

I bought my first pair of espadrilles yesterday. They're so very summery.

Then we say goodbye, and then we leave,

And then you fly, while we drive out

and pay for parking,

T.T.

The Social Caterpillar

Weird things have been happening.

Weird social conundrums.

Allow me to weave my tale of wonders.

(see how weird this is already?)

It started last week: I suddenly wasn't afraid of public speaking anymore. In fact, I VOLUNTEERED to both promote the Accounting Association at a meeting and answer stupid questions into a microphone at RUF.

In front of people.

Speaking.

Me.

DO YOU REALIZE HOW REVOLUTIONARY THIS IS!?!??!

Of course, now, watch- I'll break down next time this happens, but it's nice to have some good experiences in my pocket.

Pockets.

Jim Gaffigan: Hot pockets!

ANYWAY...

Then on Monday people just came up and talked to me. All day long. 3 examples. Let's go:

1. Management- You know when you go into a class, you pick your "spot" the first day or so, and that's where you sit for the rest of the semester. This choice is dependent on closeness to the board, far-away-enough-ness from the professor, temperature & air drafts, window space (if applicable) and maintaining a distance from others but staying close enough to pass the attendance sheet.

You all know what I'm talking about, ye Sheldon Coopers. You have your seat.

And it is YOUR seat from 8 to 8:50. I'm digressing.

So there I am in my spot, and this guy who has been sitting in HIS spot all semester (going on 6 weeks now) turns around and asks me what he has missed the last two days. And I'm like, dude- it's management. It's just the power points. So we start talking a little bit and then he's like, "I'm Jim, by the way," and social protocol made me introduce myself, and then he asked what book I'd been reading (because I usually read before class) which was just weird that he'd noticed that, and then we talked about that and movies and teachers and class and everything and now we're friends. So that's Jim.

2. Then in stats, we were doing transportation, shipment and assignment problems with Excel. Class was over and I was trolling around like I do, and this guy just comes up and asks me if I can help him. He had already asked the teacher who had been surprisingly unhelpful to him, so I helped him out. Turns out his target cell was in the cost table. Blargh. But yeah- in a room full of people, do I just look like someone who could help you? What do I DO to make these things happen?

3. Then in Wal-Mart, Cleve and I were shopping, and we pick the shortest line for checkout, which is always for some reason the tobacco and shady-items lane. Conveniently, Cleve has forotten something in the back of the store, so he runs away to go get it. Now there were these two guys in front of me in REALLY dirty clothes- like car-garage clothes- and I start putting my stuff on the conveyer belt- oranges, grapefruit, carrots... and they start making these COMMENTS about what I'm buying, which is REALLY IRRITATING. And then the old one with really bad teeth looks at me and says, "Do you go to college?"

Me: "Yes."

Guy with rotting teeth: "What do you take there?"

Me: "Classes."

Guy with teeth that look like burned marshmallows: "I know that, but about what?"

Me: "Accounting."

Guy who must equate tooth-brushing with the evil forces of Satan: "Aaah."

Then he finally stopped the awkward interview! It was a relief.

And then Cleve returned, conveniently (sarcasm), as they were leaving.

Wal-Mart. *sigh*

So that is the extent of my strange social encounters. Apparently, I'm an approachable person.

Maybe it's the weather.

The contribution margin is net sales minus variable costs where as gross profit is net sales minus cost of goods sold,

T.T.

Shoelaces

Here's a collage of pictures and words:

Now that I'm a junior in college, I've realized it's like being a junior in high school. I'm bombarded with scholarship "opportunities" and invitations to societal organizations. I put 'opportunities' in quotes because the only way you can get one of these scholarships is if you're poor. Same kind of crap as high school. Except they call it "demonstrating financial need".

Ok- who is NOT in financial need? When does somebody ever say, "No- I don't need any more money."??????

And scholarships are deceiving. It's more like a mind game. You think the more time you put into the essay, the neater you fill out the form, the better your recommendation letter is, the more volunteer experience you have, the more likely you'll get the scholarship.

But this is how it really is:

Another thing about junior year is that it is so flipping busy. Senior year in high school, you'd look back and say, "How did I ever take that many AP classes, manage all A's, be drum major, do swim team and still have friends?"

And now hopefully I'll be able to say a similar thing next year, "How did I ever take 19 hours, manage good grades, work 16 hours a week and still have time to read books for fun?"

Friends aren't really part of the equation anymore. My friends are at HOME, so it's not like I can really hang out with them here anyway.

And here's another graph:

Because it really doesn't matter how much is actually on you, it always smells like you're covered in it.

Now this is just my opinion, but it's true.

But yeah. Scholarships dishearten me, and a lot of them are just giant loads of crap.

You were wondering how those two graphs would tie in together.

And now you know.

Here's the wonderful meal I cooked yesterday: marinated steak with mashed potatoes and green peas. It looked so good, I just had to take a picture of it:

Doesn't that look DELICIOUS and Betty-home-maker-y? Yes, yes. This is how I do.

You may notice some shoes in the background. Those are my roommate's shoes, who is from Nepal. I guess it's a cultural thing to leave "unclean" shoes outside of your "sanctuary". And I guess it's another cultural thing to eat what looks like cockroaches. I'm not kidding. I was looking for paper towels yesterday and came across this container in one of the cabinets:

Now I don't know what they are, but I do know that they look bristly and crunchy which is never going to be something tasty.

Again, this is just my opinion.

(but it's true)

I mean- DO THEY NOT LOOK LIKE STRAIGHT UP COCKROACHES?

And for those of you who don't believe my freezer situation is all that bad, here's some photographic evidence:

Kelso: Now I have PROOF!

Hyde: Of what- that planes can fly?

And someone's ice cream melted all over my meat.

Wonderful.

Here's a true story:

One time I went shopping for clothes. I don't like to go shopping alone because I always feel like a jerkface buying stuff for myself by myself. But when someone else is there, for some reason, I feel less silly and less selfish, even if I do end up buying things for myself.

I know, I'm weird.

So anyway- I went shopping for clothes, and Cleve came along. It was a short trip- I just wanted to see if they had any cute stuff on clearance. So I'm walking around, feeling rushed because there's a boy behind me, and at last I'm like- ok, I'm going to go try this one thing on, and then we can leave.

It had the appearance of a sundress. And you can get some pretty good deals buying off-season stuff in the middle of winter. It had white and pink flower print with a cute little bow at the top of the bodice.

I go in the dressing room, and I'm about to pull it over my head when I realize I can't find the bottom of the skirt. There was like- 2 bottoms. As if it were shorts.

BECAUSE IT WAS A ROMPER.

It was one of the most horrifying moments of my life. Not only do I hate rompers, but I hate rompers that are DECEIVING. Since I was already in my underwear and that was the only thing I had to try on, I decided to try it on. It was probably the best that a romper could look, but it was still so terrible that I gagged.

Conclusion: rompers are terrible and don't look good on anyone.

I don't have photographic evidence of this event because that would ruin my reputation. Big time.

Here are some sketches I did yesterday:

I made the red-head be appalled at what she was wearing, and the other two girls are making fun of her.

Yeah, it's a broken social scene.

Here's an accounting joke:

Why did the auditor cross the road?

He looked in the file, and that's what they did last year.

Living somewhere that someone else has,

T.T.

Use to be one of the rotten ones, and I liked you for that.

So I got my iPad yesterday. I'm experiencing it's Appleness as we speak. This is an imaginary keyboard. I went app-shopping last night. Of course, I only "bought" the free ones. Like a blonde joke app. Or my favorite: the "Feels like" weather app. You click on it, and it shows you what temperature it feels like outside. And that's all it does.

In some ways, this piece of technology has impressed me. It's intuitiveness, for example, the way it automatically capitalizes the first letter after a period. Soon, this will lead me unto reckless grammatical detriment and carelessness, but until then, it's nice.

In other ways, this piece of technology has severely disappointed me. Like the way my iTunes accounts don't sync music correctly. I bought a song on here yesterday that won't sync to my PC but yet it will sync my apps. That's a con.

(OMG I HAVE TO GO BUY THE CON BY TEGAN AND SARA!!!!!!)

And sometimes I'll want to summon my iPad and it won't walk across the room to me. That's another con, but it's to be expected.

Have I become a total iSnob? I think so.

So I'll leave you with some mixed feelings.

Here you go: :) :( :) :( :? !!!!!

It's like messing with someone else's child,
T.T.