begin procrastination.

i almost forgot, during thanksgiving break i saw something on tv that really caught my eye. and then i saw amelie again last night, so a connection was made. methinks i could go somewhere with this...

http://home.hiram.edu/hal/

its time to conduct another experiment. mwhahaha. although i must say, the pomegranate experiment is displaying progress.

i found it funny how throughout the entire duration of the quarter, my professor referred to my TA as "wang", phonetically pronounced, by the way.

his real name is shin hyung-cheol.

tonites discussion had an all time low turnout of 3 people, including myself. lecture finished early so he sat there looking around saying "any questions?" so i asked him, "you are korean, right? so why does the professor keep calling you wang instead of hyung?" he laughed, kind of indistinguishable from his i-dont-understand-the-material-laugh (which happens too often), and explained that the professor had trouble pronouncing the name hyung and instead pronounced it "yung". i still dont think he called him yung, he distinctively called him "wang".

for some strange reason, theres been an increase in dejavu ocurrences.

oy.

hikkis beefy (albeit marital status).
gosu manager woman at signature is beefy.
geeky is beefy.

i want some beefy. all i want for christmas is some beefy.

lying in my freezer is a massive bag of pre-made lingling panda potstickers. i figured, why not utilize my great cooking abilities on a cold night like this. and by cooking i mean take frozen thing and put in hot water pan. (potstickers arent even supposed to be boiled, theyre originally steamed.) i tried following the instructions as accurately as possible. every few minutes id stir the dumplings with my wannabe spatula until they felt soft. mmm, the enticing aroma of preservatives, green vegetables and chicken. soo beefy. the plate of steaming rice patiently awaited for the arrival of the main course. and those two conjoined perfectly like a pair of lock and key enzymes. the sweet soy sauce bath was also noteworthy. so here i was, beasting out on my food when i finally took a look at the sixth potsticker and noticed....it was pink. like flesh. i jumped around and frantically paced back and forth in the kitchen staring at the trash can. indeed, the thought of just vomitting crossed my mind. as i freaked out dean laughed at me and said, "well look at the bright side mike-- no one knows what thats gonna do to you." *insert mwhaha youre gonna die laughter*. we briefly joked about how he was going to save me...or not. he and peter then tried reassuring me by suggesting a cup of hot tea would help.

i took it like a man and kept it inside of me. after a cup of hot tea. and a hot bowl of minestrone. i think next week ill test my limits and try steak, er, cow slice i mean.