Flautist.

Fig A: Five minutes into playing

Reunited with my flute in nearly eight years! Finally putting all those years of grueling private lessons,forced practices and orchestra activity to good use. I was pleasantly surprised to find I hadn’t forgotten anything. Although my body will have to redevelop some muscles…


Fig B: 30 minutes later T-2 seconds to passing out

Green Tea Snow Boba.

Fig A: Fell prey to the wiles of this unassuming innocent looking and oh-so-sweet green tea snow boba from lollicup on Sunday around dinner time




Fig B: My body exhibiting its incredible Inability (as of late) to handle caffeine even eight hours later at 3:30AM in the morning.


Sleep: FAIL. Zombie impersonation at work that day: WIN.

The Order of Things.

Ah, the unflinchingly rigid order system of bygone grade school days. As nonsensical as it was, it was upheld short only to state LAW and all in the yard abided by it, and fought long and hard over it.

Used primarily to make oneself feel better after losing a race in the most obnoxious manner by claiming that the actual first place winner was “the worst”, therefore oneself who lost at second place was “the best”, fights would ensue when the first place winner claimed the spot zero “the hero” therefore asserting that the second place person was the actual “the worst” according to their astute deductive methods of deduction. Once that fight was fought all attention would then turn to jeering and sneering at “the nerd” and especially “the one with the hairy chest”.

These laws of numerical order fought so noisily and vehemently over in grade school…


…are still very much in effect today.

Snake Video.

Fig A: J summons an unsuspecting Susan into her room with claims that she has "something fun" to show her.


Fig B: While watching this video (warning: NOT for the faint of heart) from the Travel Channel website of a snake restaurant owner prepping a live cobra to eat by pulling out its fangs, sticking his FINGER in its gut to pull out its bile sack thing, chopping off its head (it keeps MOVING), then skinning the thing like STRING CHEESE and showing off it's STILL BEATING HEART to the camera.


Fig C: Scarred for life.

Clunker.

Finally bought a new laptop back in MAY to replace my 6-year old (computer years: 97 yo) clunker of a laptop but two months later still have yet to turn it on and use it. I’m just so used to my clunker’s mouse pad, keyboard, even screen type and color that it’s difficult to transition to this new laptop with all its new new-ness. Even the 30 minute booting time and 10 minute click lags on my ol’ clunker are strangely, oddly, comforting.

Although both laptops are plugged side by side on my table, my first impulse is always to turn on the clunker while my brand spanking new shiny one with far superior firepower and HDD just.. sits there.

Marie Antoinette.

Watched Marie Antoinette by Sofia Coppola over the weekend. It was two hours of absolutely delectable sweet candy to mine eyes! I am intrigued by all those layers and layers of shiny bright tented and ribboned gowns and layers and layers of curled and piled hair. The movie had an interesting take on Marie Antoinette not as the cold-hearted royal snob she is most readily known as, and opined that her famous quote “Let them eat cake” was just a rumor constructed to pin blame and channel anger regarding sky-high taxes on her.

Scott Pilgrim.

So I finally got around to watching Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, and though I never read the graphic novel it’s based off of, I thoroughly enjoyed the movie, which significantly increased my appreciation of Michael Cera (cutie!!) and bass guitar. Shout outs to my band’s bass guitarist N and all you other bass playing cool cats! Woot!

Awkward Lunch.

There is something far, far more wretchedly awkward than eating a lunch bento alone at a sit-down Japanese restaurant.



It is eating a lunch bento alone while your entire table of hungry boys watch in unison because their food does not come out until you are done eating… at said sit-down Japanese restaurant.

Found Out.

Last weekend I accidentally found out my very own sister Juice had been dating some boy for an entire year and had deliberately kept this information from me for reasons beyond my comprehension. More shocking was that my entire nuclear AND extended family knew for the entire duration and I had been the only person left out of the know. I immediately proceeded to oscillate rapidly and in freakish bipolar fashion between the three phases of shock, anger, and hurt.

Happy Birthday Susan Draws!

Sparklers.

Hurray Hurrah a three day weekend!
Happy Fourth of July everyone!