new rules to follow:

#1: Make yourself happy.

#2: Try to make someone/everyone else happy, too.

#3: When #2 becomes impossible, refer back to rule #1.

poop

It's so interesting how different your poop looks depending on what you eat.

I've been drinking lots of soup these last few days, and not only is my pee clear, I can poop in like under 10 seconds. It's amazing. It came out so easily, even though there was the same amount of mass, if not more, than usual. Hooray fiber! It was even kind of orange hued from all the carrots in the soup.

Hehe. I'm going to consider experimenting with different foods and keeping a poop journal. I wonder what kind of purple foods there are...

vegetable soup

Making soup is good because:

1) It is cheap: you can get lots of vegetables and some meat for under $20.

2) It makes lots: I have 6 tupperwares full. Yay for no junk food this week.

3) It is healthy: carrots = beta carotene, tomatoes = thiamin/niacin/folate, potato = potassium, cabbage/celery/onions = fiber, beef = iron/protein

4) It keeps me hydrated: I usually don't drink enough liquids, but the days that I make soup, my pee is always very very clear.

5) It speeds up my metabolism: I actually eat more because I get hungry faster.

6) It is yummy.

wtf is wrong with me

Is it just me or do you just feel less and less as you get older?

I remember freshmen year when everything was so new and exciting and fun. Now everything is just routine and boring and blah.

I read one of my old entries, and it surprised me how dramatic and passionate I used to feel about everything. I hated this, I loved that. I went from spending hours blogging about my feelings and thoughts and ideas to describing things matter-of-factly to recently not writing at all.

I used to be impulsive and crazy and emotional. Not that I'm not anymore, but I've had to repress it a lot. I used to be willing to put off anything just to play, and now I actually return e-mails and phone calls and mail in bills and crap right away; and it makes me feel old. Putting things off for that procrastinator's adrenaline rush isn't even fun anymore; it just makes me feel guilty. I purposely tried to put off doing this case for as long as possible, and I couldn't even do it. I just felt bad the entire night.

WTF happened!?! I want to be lazy and irresponsible and carefree, dammit.

It's like the older you get, the more responsibilities rein you in until you aren't allowed to say/feel/do/act certain things at certain times. You have to consider where you are, who you're talking to, how you're supposed to act, etc etc, until one day, you wake up and realize everything is regulated and you're no longer real or something. You're just a friggin robot going through the motions.

Smile when you're not happy. Listen when you want to scream. Stay calm when you want to freak out. Joke around when you want to cry. Apologize when you want to kick 'em in the nuts. Can you downplay your emotions 'temporarily' and 'out of tact' to the point where you don't know where they end up going?

I guess that's why all adults seem the same; dry and boring and responsible and crap.

I want to fight it but I'm afraid I'm losing...

what I love about new orleans:

the architecture


the old world charm


the art


the flower circlets


the ostentatious hats


the face painting


the risque shops


the parades


the people


the love birds


the smells


the people


the freedom to be silly


did I mention the people?

Mardi Gras was a lot of fun. I'm glad for once I was spontaneous and just decided to go; the week of hell before and after it was so worth it.

Despite the 9 hour drive there and back, I think we really made use of our Saturday there. We ate the best beignets I've ever tasted, had our faces painted, watched street performances, shopped, ate gumbo, jumbalaya, crawfish etoufee, stuffed crab, oysters, and pecan pie, gossiped and laughed, watched parades and caught tons of beads.

And contrary to popular belief, flashing is noT required to obtain beads. There is a parade during the day that consists of kids, families and tourists where you can get a crapload of beads. It's at night on Bourbon street that the pervs rent out balconies and dangle cheap baubles to entice drunken hoes to flash their fake assets.

I must say though, it was quite an experience. We got to observe human beings at their most primitive level; trading sex for trinkets. It was disgusting how some girls would willingly give up their dignity for a necklace you could buy next door for a few dollars. Why not just whore yourself? You'd earn a higher return.

What disgusted me just as much, if not more, were the nasty men (too many of them balding and grey-haired) who taunted and leered at the girls. I mean, I guess it's all in the spirit of the festival and all, but it strikes me as quite ironic that the month right before what is supposed to be a period of 'soul searching and repentance' consists of drunken revelry and cheap thrills.

Either way, it was a lot of fun. Thanks for peer pressuring me into it, guys. This will definitely will go down in my books as one of the most memorable college experiences. Kristal, Thao, Denise, Louis, Chris, and Nicky - I hope despite all we witnessed together, we'll all manage to stay suite and innocent =).