To Dine Or Not To Dine

So Kaplan has been this looming, dark force that sits above me and is attempting to push me down into submissiveness. Therefore, I will not be attending my damn verbal class tonight. I will however, eat my oranges.

On the note of oranges, I had one from my frigo this morning. Let's just say, they've been in there since I've come back to Maryland.. back at the beginning of January. I'd have expected them to be moldy or disgusting, but they were perfectly tart, slightly sweet, and definitely very fresh, if you can call that fresh despite the mental barriers I'm giving myself.

On another note, the blood oranges I bought a few weeks ago.. I either need to juice them and mix them with a stiff amount of vodka, or just eat them and enjoy their redness. Although I could probably use it to marinate something nice and tasty also..

After French, I randomly met up with Sunny, who was going to be having lunch with Holly, whom we met at Niwana, along with Ernesto. Today was definitely the day of re-encountering people I hadn't spoken to in a while. Lunch at Niwana was quite good, I technically ordered the vegetable tempura udon, but our slightly hot, slightly gangsta (I'll explain later) waiter got me the vegetable tempura box instead. First time I'd ever had panko-covered, tempura-fried lettuce, or some other type of leafy, curly green that I couldn't discern.

And afterwards, he said the picture on my debit card was quite "gangsta". We each had a nice laugh, in addition to the comment Holly got about a tasty beverage..

Then in personality theory, our professor attempted to hypnotize us. It worked for a little bit, especially in the motor sensations, but I just couldn't feel that mosquito or that sweet cadbury cream taste in my mouth. Then Greg had to go ahead and start chuckling when she spoke of stiffness and getting harder...

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And.. I almost burnt down my apartment. Nana gave me a call for a quickie to the Columbia mall. Little did I remember, I had just a few minutes beforehand put something into a pot to steam. Well, let's just say after wandering around the Columbia mall, some talking with Carly, a stroll through Old Navy, and getting some chicken from Chicken-Out (which, for the record, has fantastic red-skinned mashed potatoes with the perfect salt content...), I returned home to a burning sensation smell that permeated every last corner of my apartment. I immediately checked the stove, and what do I see. Holy crap, my large sauté pan is burnt black, what's in it is ruined, and the teflon nonstick was basically.. well.. no longer sticking. Crap, that was a nice pan too, we had a nice history :)

And so what was also ruined was the lid, which was interchangeable with my 4qt pot, the steamer rack I had inside, and the cute square C&B plate I bought over the summer with Ariel. Sigh. And also, all my clothes I had on at the moment smelled like smoke, I think actually most of the clothing in my apartment smells like smoke now since I have most of the things I care about hung up in my walk-in which usually collects most of the smells of my apartment because it's a dead room as far as circulation.. And then I forgot about salsa, with Laura, and I smelled like smoke, burnt, crap there too.. so my self-esteem was ruined as well. AND we had to alternate partners, I couldn't even feel confident that my partner wasn't judging my mistakes...

Top Chef, I'm glad the foofy, organic, veggie lady's gone now. Although Stephen pisses me off, his minimalist presentation in the quickfire presentation was very reminscent of the appetizer dish I once posted on my xanga with the asian soup spoons with a bite of appetizer in each. Very clean, using espresso cups to present.. althought I hate him as a person, Mr. Sommélier can stick it...

I don't understand how people can endlessly eat, and not realize that they're doing so. Like seeing someone pick up a bag of chips or whatever snack, and just down it like it was nothing. Snacks are not meant to constitute meals, the reason why they're called snacks is that they are meant to be eaten in smaller quantities than meals.... no further comment...