| 26 apr 2002 well. i just yacked. you might wonder why i haven't talked about it in a while, and it's because i haven't puked in a few weeks. i was really proud of myself for getting over the whole bulimia thing, and i was declaring myself "puke free for X days." but i really overextended myself at lunch today; shayang suggested going to an indian buffet, and i just went crazy there. the place was called mayuri, and i'm starting to really like it. they have some good dishes, and the two times i've gone there, they have had some cool stuff. this time, they had some deep fried banana fritters, turnip and potato curry, and two interesting gunky desserts. anyways, i had like SEVEN pieces of nan, a whole cup of butter (makhani) sauce, and a shitload of chicken and lamb things. on the drive back, i was already starting to fall asleep under the weight of my food coma, and i just felt ill. so yeah. i barfed. it's been so long that i almost forgot how it felt. and what's more, i had forgotten how i have this ability to barf at will. anyways, i hope it's just a meal-related thing, and not a habit that's going to resume. but i blame this all on lucy's. last night, i had dinner with rita, mike, geoff, nelson and paul at lucy's tea house. lucy's food is decent; it's like stuff my mom would make. but the problem is, they give you so little food. so i went home still hungry, and at 2am, my stomach was already feeling mad at being underfed. so you can imagine how famished i was when noon time rolled around. so yeah. i went berserk at the buffet. i mean, i didn't eat like THREE plates or anything, but the volume of nan coupled with the cup of butter really did me in. oh well. i gotta control myself better next time. i've already started rebuking alan for ordering too much food when he gets hungry; i should apply the same restraint to myself. at dinner, mike had a few pieces of vegetables on his plate, and i was telling to eat them. i basically said that i knew he didn't like veggies, but it would do him some good to eat them. at that point, rita flashed back at me, and in an indignant-but-not-threatening manner, she said i was a "damn hypocrite." heh. i was kind of taken aback. she was talking about the fact that i smoked, and i was lecturing mike on healthy habits. ah. i see. yeah, she was right. i mean, the two ounces of chinese broccoli that mike left uneaten will do a smidgeon of damage compared to the seven cigarettes i smoked that day. what i wonder, though, is... was rita defending mike? if so, that was cute. i went home, and i immediately turned on the tv because i was late for _friends_. i was flipping between friends, the bachelor, and the empire strikes back. luke skywalker was in dagobah at that point, and i watched that scene where yoda uses the force to pull luke's x-wing out of the swamp. "that... is why you fail." *swoon* yoda fucking rocks. i can't wait to see him fight in episode II. the more i see shannon (the brunette from dallas who was kicked off last week), the more i think she's beautiful. i respect her for not wanting to hook up with alex (the bachelor) so soon, and for taking things slowly. but i wonder if she has some emotional issues. apparently, she cried at least twelve times on the show. i guess it's not proof that she has emotional problems, but i personally couldn't be with someone who broke down that often. jay and margaret came home later, and margaret immediately scampered into the living room to watch. even though we didn't talk that much, it was still fun to watch a cheesy "guilty pleasure" show like the bachelor with her. both of us kind of decided that we're not the types who would want to participate in something like that. so in the end, alex chose amanda, a woman 8 years younger (she's 23) who is totally smitten with him and wants to pump out babies. the disturbing thing, though, is that alex is obviously more attracted to trista, and at one point, when trista asks him who he'd pick at that moment, he said, "i'd pick you." was he just being a sweet-talking bastard or was he telling the truth? anyways. the whole series kind of smells really bad. but in a way that makes me want to keep watching. it's like the scenario is so odd and flawed that you can't help but stay put, fixated on the screen waiting for more. in the end, alex picked the girl who made his ego feel the biggest... a girl who admitted that she was totally in love with him, who wanted to settle down right away, who even like cleaning up after people. she's the perfect big-bosomed ignoramus to compliment his ivy-league ego. ah, such is love. this is how it's supposed to work, right? god bless traditional american family values! i was really torn as to whether or not i could have been on that show as the bachelor. could i hook up with all these different women at once? i tried to picture if all my ex's were in one room, whether i would be able to be intimate with one girl, only to turn around and be intimate with another the next day. i really don't know if i could. i mean, maybe i could *physically* do it, but whether my heart was in it is a whole other matter. i don't think i've ever been equally involved with two women at once as far as the emotional aspect of it goes. so there's a conundrum with the show. if the bachelor decides in the middle that he's found the right girl, how can he continue to go on these intimate dates with other women? that's like betraying himself emotionally. yet, if he hasn't decided yet, and he's just sleeping around with all these women at once, he's basically a man-slut. neither case is good. ok. enough about this show. on _friends_, they were talking about how a baby can take a shit 10 times a day, and rachel goes, "what is he eating? INDIAN FOOD?" i didn't know whether i should be offended or not. what do you think? i mean, i get squeamish every time there is a racial or cultural reference. but i wonder if i'm just being too sensitive. i mean, i do think it's true that indian food can potentially wreck the GI system (i've seen it happen to me and my friends), but... i dunno. there was something unsettling about the way she just flippantly threw that comment out and how the canned laughter erupted. so this hockey player got completely levelled by a boston bruin player yesterday. he basically smashed his head on the ice as he went down, and he has a severe concussion, fractures in his cheeks, maybe a broken jaw, etc. he's just really fucked up. all hell is going to break loose in the next game. i was watching lisa guerrero reporting it on fox sports last night. and she said he was "writhing" in pain. she pronounced it "RITH-ing." hm. maybe she should keep a dictionary at her side. but anyways, fox is pretty sleazy. the past two nights, lisa's been wearing some cleavage-bearing outfits. it's nice to see, but it just feels a bit weird on a news show that's usually dominated by guys. i shouldn't complain, though. bring the cleavage on. my mom says i "over-expose" myself on my journal. she's probably right. but the real queston is whether it's a bad thing. on espn's daily poll today, they asked which mascot annoyed people the most. interestingly enough, the stanford tree is coming out on top, with 30% of the vote. i'm not sure if i should be proud that we have such a notorious mascot or bothered that people hate it so much. it's not a big deal, but i never knew that so many people knew of the tree. ok, my little monster pups... have a nice weekend. |