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Well, it turns out that places like 'Jamba Juice' put a tiny bit of wheat grass in 100000 grams of sugar because it actually tastes remarkably similar to dirt.
My words of wisdom for the day.
There is a weird look that I occasionally get from professors, and I have no idea what it means. The first time I saw it, I was asking my physics professor for clarification on a problem set... and I still remember the expression very clearly, because I remember not knowing what it indicated.
The other day, I had déjà vu. This expression appeared once more whilst I asked for some clarification on the wording used to describe a neural pattern - in retrospect, I was over-thinking things (as I often do) and thus interpreting ambiguity where there was not any. (Incidentally, this is why language frustrates me... it is very rarely [/never?] as precise as I would like it to be.)
But, I cannot figure out if they are just speechless because what I've said is completely retarded and foolish? (My suspicion.) Or if I am over-thinking it so much that they don't even know what the question is? Or if I sound really crazy? And they simply do not know how to respond?
It is honestly the strangest expression in the world and as I have not seen it frequently, I do not believe it is a good one.
Other data includes the fact that both adopters of this dreaded look were math guys - an engineer and physicist.
Could this have something to do with the strange expression upon their faces?
Perhaps I just don't speak math nerd?
Today, I received a letter from my building supervisor detailing how many times I've locked myself out of my apartment this month - and saying that it is expected that this behavior shall cease immediately.
I did not know this was being monitored. Embarrassing?
Someone pass me a martini...
Home on a Friday night. Whines! I have to submit a paper to a journal and finish a workup by midnight. We shall see if that happens.
This week has had many ghoulish undertones.
I have started not one, but two fires in my kitchen this week. This is nothing new, as I still get teased for setting a pita on fire à la Ryan from
The Office.
Not being a genius in the kitchen is perfectly peachy in my eyes. However, the problem is my neighbors - I live in a high rise, and I don't imagine they enjoy the frequent smoke alarm vibrations/sounds.
I just can't imagine why anyone has not yet published this detailed account aimed at avoiding these mishaps.
For example, I purchased some wax paper the other day - I had to do some baking and I thought one was to use it - well, it filled the kitchen with smoke upon being placed in the oven. (Of course, I was absent and did not notice until the alarm alerted me.) Some clarification would have been great.
Maybe this is what led Sylvia to call it a day...
Please imagine that you must email a colleague - not someone you generally work with, but someone you must contact regarding a specific issue,
however, she is not in your university directory, oddly.
So, you google her...
only to find that there are several news articles about her having pretended to have a terrible disease for an extended period of time. (I would give more details but I am a bit uneasy about getting too specific - I mentioned it to my friend and he'd heard about it on the news.)
Yes...this happened to me today, and it was bizarre as hell. I am actually more than a little freaked out.