Today was the worst food day ever. All day long, I made major mistakes that I knew all along, deep inside that they were just not right. Here's what happened:

1) Last night at Publics, I decided to buy oatmeal. Doesn't sound too bad, right? Nope, it's that bad. The last time I had oatmeal, I kept wanting to put soy sauce in it (yes, very Asian and out of character of me, right?), and that turned out to be a disaster. Plus, I really, really hated the texture, which is the same reason why I decided I didn't like tapioca pudding. However, recently I gave it another chance, and I liked it, so I figured maybe I'll like oatmeal now. So I bought some Quaker Oatmeal. The dude's a Quaker, so he's not going to hurt me, right? Plus it says it has maple and brown sugar. That can't be bad, right? NO. IT WAS BAD...VERY BAD. I had to force myself to eat the whole bowl. And I had this internal conflict about whether I should throw away the last bit or eat it (I ate it). Needless to say, that put me in a bad mood. There's nothing worse than eating something that tastes like ass. My body wanted to throw up every little drop of the nastiness that I forced down, but I resisted. Ehhh...just thinking about it makes me feel queezy....

2) During lunch, I decided to have the cafeteria food. They had nothing that looked appetizing, so I decided to get steamed veggies, which included brussel sprouts. Now, before you go throw up at the mention on brussel sprouts, I'd just like to say that brussel sprouts, when prepared properly, is really good. As you may remember from my Thanksgiving menu, I made brussle sprouts, and it was off the chain. The stuff that I experienced today was not. It was cold, wet, mushy and old. I put it in my mouth, reluctantly chewed and swallowed the rubbery nastiness and didn't eat another one. No, I did not guilt myself into eating the whole thing. I figured I guilted myself into eating something gross that morning. My taste buds didn't deserve all that in one day. Plus I get loads of guilt trips whenever my mother calls, and she called last night.

3) I had Thai tonight. Mmmm...masaman curry...I've been craving it, since that one time in December when I went out for Thai, but the person that I was with didn't want masaman (booo). After the food (which was great), we had dessert - coconut custard with sticky rice. I saw coconut custard and I thought "mmmm...coconut flan..." Well, it was less than impressive. It was made with too much egg, so towards the bottom it started to taste like eggs. And the sticky rice? Ehhh...it was exactly what it sounds like, with coconut milk on top. I've never been a fan of rice desserts, just because rice has always been a savory food. I had a little bit of the stuff tonight and got disgusted pretty quickly. EHHHH...just thinking about it...ehhh...

So yeah. That's what happened. What a bad day with food! I made some really bad choices. Basically, I tried things that I know I don't like, thinking I might like them now, but no. Things have not changed. I'm not going to eat those things ever again.

I like Asian food more than Asian people...is that bad? Maybe I like Asian people also, but I really, really like Asian food. Speaking of which, I've not had pho in a very long time. Meanwhile, my pho buddy is in Vietnam, probably eating all the pho he'd ever want. Well, hopefully he's eating. I think there might be a language barrier between him and his family. Perhaps the universal sign for "hungry" is rubbing the tummy...of course, that could mean "full" or "my stomach hurts" or "I'm with child."

The dinner on Saturday did not go as planned. Here's why:

1) Halibut is apparently not in season right now. An angry Asian dude (see? Why are Asians always angry?) that worked behind the seafood counter at Whole Foods informed us that halibut will not be in season for another 3 months. So we settled for stealhead trout, which was also good...but not halibut.
2) Lump crab meat is freakin' expensive! I really wasn't expecting it to be so pricey...so we settled for shrimp cocktail (which was also very nice, and less work).
3) I didn't have enough time to make dessert because my sister was a finalist (again) for the KTN talent show, and we had to watch. Fortunately, she was #1, so we could've left after her, but we decided to be polite and stay for a couple more contestants until we couldn't take it anymore. Thankfully, we were too full to have dessert by the end of the meal.

So yeah. Dinner was good, but not as good as it could've been. We had a nice weekend, especially today. Last night we pulled out the sofa bed and watched a movie, fell asleep watching it, woke up, watched Naruto DVDs, got hungry and ordered take out breakfast from IHOP, picked it up, ate it in bed while watching more Naruto, fell asleep and then Andrew had to leave. It was nice while it lasted though.

I just spent my first Valentine's Day alone in five years. FIVE YEARS...that's a long time. It was nice though. I told him that we should rent the same movie and watch it "together," so we did. It was nice :) We watched "The Lake House," a Keanu Reeves movie, so we basically made fun of how bad of an actor he is the whole time. It wasn't a bad movie though. He said it was predictable (because he watches Star Trek and time travel is a normal thing on there). Anyways, it was fun, and I can't wait till Friday. We're going to celebrate Valentine's Day on Saturday. I'm making dinner (is it bad that I'd rather cook for things now than have him cook for me? I mean, it's not that my cooking's better or anything...okay, so it is. So what? I'm a total foodie and watch and read about food constantly. I should be better, right?), and here's what we'll be having:

*Crab cakes with lemon aioli and casaer salad
*Pan seared halibut with lemon sauce and asparagus
*chocolate souffle with ice cream and strawberries

Sounds safe enough to feed Andrew, right? I think if his palate was more similar to mine, I'd have raw oysters somewhere in there. I love raw oysters...

I've been having too much fun with my students. I joke around with them too much, and then I can't get them back under control. For example:

My 6th graders were lining up for the bathroom break. I dismiss by section, so the line was kinda divided into different instruments. A little violist tried to stand in front of the line where the bassist were, and they kicked him out, SO he said, "You know what? You're mean, I'm gonna give you want you deserve" and then FARTED on the entire front of the line. He walked away, and then did it AGAIN. Here's what I should've done: "Jonathan, that is inappropriate behavior! Apologize to your classmates for your rudeness!" But this is what I did: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" ...yeah....i'm a bad teacher...

I hate it when people don't call me back. I can understand that people are busy, but would it kill them to take one minute out of their day to call? Argh...

Sometimes you say things and people take it the wrong way. Man, does that happen to me often. I think people take my sarcasm too seriously sometimes. Maybe I should stop being so sarcastic all the time. But what's the fun in that, right?

Tonight, Whitney came over to knit and talk (as we always do on most Mondays), and while we were talking and knitting (she was knitting, I was grading papers), she said, "Hey, you wanna see Amanda's wedding dress?" (that's her little sister, she's getting married soon). So she showed me her wedding dress, then the potential bride's maid dresses, then it got more intense when we started looking at wedding rings. It started really innocent...and then we got deeper and deeper into it, and finally, it got to "well, what kinda rings do you like, Grace?" We searched and searched, and finally I found a ring that I really, really liked. It also turned out to be one of the most expensive rings that we saw tonight. Guess how much. I'll give you a hint: it costs as much as a BMW....a new one.

Are rings that important? I have to say, unfortunately, yes. I've seen rings on some girls that have the little stones (or "chips" as I like to call them), and they just don't look right. Isn't that awful of me to say? I mean, it's meant to represent love and eternity and all that stuff, so why does size matter, right? And to tell you the truth, if I had that much money at my disposal, I don't think I'd spend it on one thing, unless that one thing is something big, like a payment on a house. Why do I have to be so shallow? Man, I really hope that I never see that ring from Tiffany's on my finger, because I might do something stupid.

My friend (who shall remain nameless, but his name sounds like "fat hoe"...) is boring and not creative, haha.

The End.