mediocre day...wild crazy--gluttonous--night. the day started with a very heavy feeling (probably from the remains of yesterday night). sometimes i have too high of expectations; the fall is greater. things suddenly looked bleak...maybe i need prozac. work was anticlimatic...my postdoc even told me to go home early. of course as the responsible person that i am, i volunteered to stay an hour extra doing absolutely nothing. with all the time, i ended up scanning some of my pictures to upload for my friend (<--ahem, so appreciate!).
i came home and had my daily intake of ice cream. that became my highlight. i wanted to head into berkeley to catch up with some of my friends, but instead, there was the love...they came to me. *wink* we started the night chilling in my tiny room, jamming on the guitar, carrying on a not-so-profound conversation about why journalling online is not real journalling. but that's probably the charm of it....a not-so-philosophical talk. we watched some awesome dance routines from my centerstage DVD and headed out for SUSHI. it was engaging to see my indian friend eat sushi with a toothpaste-like consistency of wasabi/soy sauce....yelp, you read that correctly...essentially, he was eating for the wasabi. it must be an indian thing. i think our eyes were hungrier than our stomachs. we ordered plate after plate. but the ironic thing was, we KNEW we'd be heading across the street for Arby's.
the guys were having an argument about the special deals at Arby's. was it 5 for $5 or 3 for $5? of course, we had to go and check it out; and that, of course, would mean MORE food. apparently it is an artform to consume a beef and cheddar--the way you put the sauce, the way you leave some dripping cheddar on the corner of your mouth, the way you simply gormandize. and then there's the mozarella sticks...you're supposed to wrap the leftover string of mozarella around the rest of your stick after you bite parts of it off. can anyone relate?
of course, how can the night end without dessert? while i offered asia, we ended up going to france. we stopped by crepevine with aspirations to swing by tart-to-tart as well. we fell prey to the temptations of one strawberry, nutella-filled crepe after another. don't forget the ice cream a la mode. we're talking about three different places with three different meals. can you say: gluttony?
oh i have sinned; my stomach told me so. we all felt it and questioned why the absurdity. it's these little things in life, however, when you have no expectations, and you just act like foolios with a night out in the town. that's the beauty behind it all--when you can be silly and talk and laugh at ridiculous things. i laughed so hard, my stomach hurt. this was a first for the year 2002. the last time i could remember was at bucca...at the dinner table...probably because we ate so much there as well....ahh, i see a pattern!
i love my friends. i love company. i love the pointless (yet substantial), meaningless (yet insightful), ridiculous (yet creative) conversations we share; they range from everything about prunes in helping with bowel movements to choose-your-own-adventure road directions. maybe that's what life is all about. you can choose to go left or you can go right, and wherever you want to end up, you'll eventually get there.
one of my girlfriends commented on my previous entry re: having a good listener. i guess i just wanted to point out that there are times when you just want someone to listen. it's as simple as that. one wise person once said, "silent and listen are made up of the same 6 letters." my online friend did that for me last night. i told him about my thoughts and fears....something that could have easily disappointed him; but instead, he appreciated my honesty and just simply prayed for me. and that was what i needed most.
i came home and had my daily intake of ice cream. that became my highlight. i wanted to head into berkeley to catch up with some of my friends, but instead, there was the love...they came to me. *wink* we started the night chilling in my tiny room, jamming on the guitar, carrying on a not-so-profound conversation about why journalling online is not real journalling. but that's probably the charm of it....a not-so-philosophical talk. we watched some awesome dance routines from my centerstage DVD and headed out for SUSHI. it was engaging to see my indian friend eat sushi with a toothpaste-like consistency of wasabi/soy sauce....yelp, you read that correctly...essentially, he was eating for the wasabi. it must be an indian thing. i think our eyes were hungrier than our stomachs. we ordered plate after plate. but the ironic thing was, we KNEW we'd be heading across the street for Arby's.
the guys were having an argument about the special deals at Arby's. was it 5 for $5 or 3 for $5? of course, we had to go and check it out; and that, of course, would mean MORE food. apparently it is an artform to consume a beef and cheddar--the way you put the sauce, the way you leave some dripping cheddar on the corner of your mouth, the way you simply gormandize. and then there's the mozarella sticks...you're supposed to wrap the leftover string of mozarella around the rest of your stick after you bite parts of it off. can anyone relate?
of course, how can the night end without dessert? while i offered asia, we ended up going to france. we stopped by crepevine with aspirations to swing by tart-to-tart as well. we fell prey to the temptations of one strawberry, nutella-filled crepe after another. don't forget the ice cream a la mode. we're talking about three different places with three different meals. can you say: gluttony?
oh i have sinned; my stomach told me so. we all felt it and questioned why the absurdity. it's these little things in life, however, when you have no expectations, and you just act like foolios with a night out in the town. that's the beauty behind it all--when you can be silly and talk and laugh at ridiculous things. i laughed so hard, my stomach hurt. this was a first for the year 2002. the last time i could remember was at bucca...at the dinner table...probably because we ate so much there as well....ahh, i see a pattern!
i love my friends. i love company. i love the pointless (yet substantial), meaningless (yet insightful), ridiculous (yet creative) conversations we share; they range from everything about prunes in helping with bowel movements to choose-your-own-adventure road directions. maybe that's what life is all about. you can choose to go left or you can go right, and wherever you want to end up, you'll eventually get there.
one of my girlfriends commented on my previous entry re: having a good listener. i guess i just wanted to point out that there are times when you just want someone to listen. it's as simple as that. one wise person once said, "silent and listen are made up of the same 6 letters." my online friend did that for me last night. i told him about my thoughts and fears....something that could have easily disappointed him; but instead, he appreciated my honesty and just simply prayed for me. and that was what i needed most.
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