Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Mood: Lazy
Music: Green Day - Basket Case

So Dram tossed me a blogging topic: my mood icons. So here's my in-depth answer guide to his questions about those lil' bouncy purple heads that you see at the beginning of each entry! Whee!

You wanted a topic, so I wanna know what the deal is with the smilies that you use at the beginning of your posts.
Where did you get them? If I told you, I'd have to kill you. Just kidding...well, a loooooong time ago, I used to post to livejournal. And livejournal had these bouncy lil' icons that you could put in each entry. So when I departed from that realm, I took the icons with me. TAKE THAT, LIVEJOURNAL!! I know, I'm terrible. :P
Did you make them yourself? Um...if by "make", you mean "steal", then yes.
How many different ones are there? 43...and yes, I actually counted them.
Why are they purple? Because they're poor, decapitated heads devoid of oxygen!! Now you see the dark side behind those cutesy, floaty heads, eh?
Why is the hungry smiley thinking about fruit and not prime rib and desserts? Ah, you're referring to this little guy:
Sadly, he used to dream about about prime rib and desserts, but one day he decided to eat them together. From what he's told me, he said it tasted like "all hell broke loose" in his mouth, AND he found an enormous hair in his concoction. He's been grossed out ever since, so now he sticks to more "natural" types of foods.
Shouldn't the smiley that's on fire be jumping around a lot faster than that and instead of being sad, have a look of intense pain? I mean, that fire smiley is showing less emotion than Natalie Portman in the last Star Wars movie! Ah, now you're talking about this little guy:
Well, since they're decapitated little heads devoid of oxygen, getting burned sucks, but it's just a small step down from the suffering they experience every day. Don't worry, he'll be fine. :P

So there you have it...oh, and I was just kidding about them being little decapitated heads. They're purple because they've got really bad asthma, and we take away their inhalers until they're done with their day's work. Ah, these poor little bouncy heads. I promise you that they're happy, though. :P

Cindy blabbed at 09:42 p.m. |

Saturday, June 18, 2005
Mood: Goofy
Music: Coldplay - What If

Obvious fact #62739: Asian girls do not have horizontal vaginas.

Just a random story...a couple of years ago, one of my friends asks my roomie (a filipino girl) if she had a horizontal vagina. The roomie asks why on earth she would think that she'd have a horizontal vagina. Apparently the friend knows a guy who brought home an Asian girl one night, and well...they did the nasty. And he swore that she had a horizontal vagina. What makes this story even more interesting is that this guy is a stripper...so wouldn't you think that he'd be one of the first people to know that Asian girls don't have horizontal vaginas?!?! I mean, not unless there aren't any Asian girls working at the strip club he works at. Anyway, just thought I'd clarify that Asian girls (and all other girls, for that matter) DO NOT have horizontal vaginas. Use that information well. :P

Cindy blabbed at 09:31 p.m. |

Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Mood: Have I mentioned that Houston's weather sucks?
Music: Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong - They Can't Take That Away From Me

R.I.P. to someone that I barely knew, but I still felt sad upon his death. It saddened me to see him lying on his side, baking in the Texan sun, with no one there to care for him. Goodbye, little dead armadillo on the side of University Rd.

....and now you know that I REALLY don't have anything to write about if I'm writing about freakin' ROADKILL. Anyway, I just thought I'd post just to let everyone know that yes, I'm alive, and that no, I haven't been doing much other than summer school. Anyway, leave me some good stories or something...or give me something to write about, and I'll do my best to make a post. :)

Cindy blabbed at 01:42 p.m. |

Wednesday, June 8, 2005
Mood: Hungry
Music: The Pillows - Funny Bunny

You know what's sexy? Guys who can bake. Which is why I was lusting after those pastry chefs when they aired a pastry competition on the Food Network a few days ago. Ohhhh mama.

It always pissed me off a little bit whenever guys would say "baking's girly stuff!" or "man...baking's for gay dudes"...just that they'd use a more derogatory term than "gay dudes"...I was just being mild there. *rolls eyes*

I don't know about other girls, but to me, a guy in the kitchen is already sexy enough as it is. But a guy who can bake too?? That's a whole different level. Grilling and cooking over a stove is great and everything, but you can ad lib that....add a little more spice if it doesn't taste right, throw in however much meat you want, use a different oil if it'd suit you better. But baking on the other hand....that takes some extra lovin'. :D Things come in specific proportions, and some ingredients are to NEVER be confused (such as baking SODA vs. baking POWDER). A man who can bake with confidence is probably a man who will take some extra care into things...or maybe he's just a guy who likes his desserts. Either way, a baking man is a sexy man indeed. Who's with me??

So guys, suck it up and grab a mixing bowl. Believe me, I'm sure girls will clamor for you if you can bake a mean cookie. :D

Cindy blabbed at 02:26 p.m. |

Friday, June 3, 2005
Mood: Bored
Music: The Pillows - Another Morning

For those of you who are wondering, yes, I got back into my apartment since the last entry. :P

And actually, I'm back in Houston now...with absolutely NOTHING to do until summer school starts. You'd figure that would mean lotsa blogging, right? Too bad there's some weird law in science where the more free time you have on your hands, the fewer blogging ideas you'll get. Damn science!

Don't get me wrong, Houston's got a great museum district and we've got plenty of other interesting things like uh...NASA and Wal-Mart. But when it comes down to it, there's just nothing to do in Houston. When people go on vacation to a big city, no one ever says "Hey, let's got to Houston for a week!"....I think cities like New York, LA, and Chicago take on those roles. Meh.

So needless to say, I'm bored out of my mind here. Please please PLEASE give me something to do. Books to read, food to cook/eat, music to download, etc. etc.

Anywho...since I can't think of anything interesting to write, I'll leave you guys with these. They're cute and entertaining. :)

Cindy blabbed at 11:33 a.m. |

Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Mood: Chillin'
Music: Rie Fu - Life is Like a Boat

Blogging from the library...woohoo! Why from the library, you ask? Because I'm a dumbass. I locked myself out of my own apartment.

I'm also a cheapass. Which is why I've opted to hang around campus until the roomie comes back from California tonight instead of paying a locksmith $50-75 to unlock my door. Meanwhile, I'm just chillin' at a computer with a mint-chip mocha frappucino until my friend gets off of work. :)

It's kinda funny how people jokingly say that campus is a second home to them. I've come to realize that it really CAN be like a second home. Just today alone, I've watched a movie here in the library (you can check them out and borrow your own little room with a TV and a VCR/DVD player), now I'm surfing the internet, and there's plenty of places to eat in the vicinity. There's comfy couches on the 3rd floor if you need a nap, and I'm almost thinking about taking a hike to the music building to fiddle around with the pianos for a bit. These are just a few more things that I'm going to miss about this campus.

At any rate, post-finals life has been great. :) I've been baking cookies, making tiramisu, watching Family Guy and Scrubs, exploring parts of Austin that I haven't seen before, trying new things, harrassing cows, biting people, finding life on uranus, eating babies, and just spending as much time as possible with the people that I know I'm going to miss. You guess which of the above listed I was kidding about. :P

Anywho, sorry for the boring post, folks. I'm gonna explore campus a bit more. Until I can finally get back into my apartment. :P

Cindy blabbed at 02:50 p.m. |

Thursday, May 19, 2005
Mood: Bouncy
Music: The Foundations - Build Me Up Buttercup

Finals are over!! Woohoo!! And because a certain herpes-infected person has been bugging me to update, I will. :P

So anywho...I'm not emo, I swear!! I was in Houston a few weeks ago, and while I was bored, I took this "How Emo Are You?" quiz. The more questions I answered, the more uneasy I started to feel. I've copied and pasted some of the questions word for word, with the reasons why I was feeling uneasy answering them.

Do you wear glasses? Thick black rims?

Umm....

Pins on your messenger bag?

Well...

Rivers Cuomo, genius?

Dammit, I love Weezer, but I REFUSE to associate them with this "emo" excrement!!!

Do you own more than one pair of Chuck Taylors'?

Crap...

ARGH....I'M NOT EMO, DAMMIT!!! I refuse to associate myself with those whiny lil' creeps!! I don't own a little black journal, I don't write crappy poetry, I don't listen to crappy music, and I don't whine and cry over some guy who wouldn't say hi to me in second grade. I was loyal to my Chuck Taylors before the emo trend, I got my thick-rimmed glasses because I'm allergic to metal, I've been listening to Weezer since 5th grade, and I JUST LOVE BUTTONS ON MY BAG, DAMMIT!! *fumes*

Ok, that's it. Those emo kids are going down. They're making me look bad. And by bad, I mean spoiled, whiny, and obnoxious to the point of surpassing the level of Carrot Top. From this day on, if I see an emo boy, I'm gonna kick him in the nuts and prevent him from reproducing. If I see an emo girl, I'm gonna give her a load of prozac and make her HAPPY. You can't be emo if you're HAPPY, can you?!?! Then I can wear my Chuck Taylors, keep my glasses, and carry my button-infested messenger bag in peace. Bastards.

Cindy blabbed at 12:10 a.m. |

Saturday, May 7, 2005
Mood: Mellow
Music: Rufus Wainwright - Across the Universe

*Gasp*....an update?!!? Why yes, yes it is. :P

So what did I do yesterday? I:

• Made a little sign that said "I HAVE HERPES!! Hug me!", and then I posted it on someone's eyebrow piercing so that I could inform the world that he had herpes, and that he wanted a hug.
• I drank a shot of straight butter because I lost a game of poker. I love butter and all, but yeah...that was gross. :P

Ah, the beauty of being a college student. You can do stupid crap like this and get away with it. *grin*

Anyway, I've sent out yet another letter right here in Texas (that'd be yooou, Vinita!). I have yet to send 2 letters to California, but the problem is that I don't have an address for either one of them. So Alvin and Darren, you guys had better step up and send me a snail mail addy...otherwise no mailbom--erm...I mean...NO MAIL FOR YOU!

Anywho...bleh, sorry, I haven't had anything interesting to write about in a while. And I'm afraid to say that i'll probably disappear for another few weeks or so, because I've got finals coming up, and I'll be trying to get out as much as possible so that I can enjoy my last days in Austin. It's going to be hard to say goodbye to this place.

But in the meantime, just remember that eyebrow piercings make good bulletin boards, and straight shots of melted butter are gross. :P

Cindy blabbed at 12:40 p.m. |

Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Mood: Hungry
Music: Frank Sinatra - Girl From Ipanema

Sorry to everyone who hasn't received their letters yet...I've had some stuff to take care of. But I'll get them out soon! Feel free to poke and prod me with reminders. :)

So anywho....you know what's something every guy should learn how to make? Creme brulee. And I'll list the reasons why:

1. You'll get brownie points for making even the slightest mention of transplanting your ass from the couch to the kitchen.
2. It's got a French name. And everyone knows that slapping on a European name suddenly makes things ten times sexier. It just sounds sexier to say that you can make "creme brulee", rather than "custard with terrifyingly scorched sugar on top".
3. The biggest reason why guys should make creme brulee...you get to use a blowtorch! Come on, what guy is going to turn down the opportunity to use a blowtorch?? For those of you who are dessert-illiterate, the caramelized crust on top of creme brulee is made by torching the crap outta sugar that's put on top of the custard. And what's even better is that if you have any pre-date anxiety, you can take it out on the dessert. Burn, you sugary, granular bastards, BURN!!

So there you have it. It's French, it'll impress the ladies, and you get to use a freakin' BLOWTORCH. Playing with fire while adding to the girl's mental list of reasons why you're a keeper. It's a win-win situation. Have I been craving creme brulee? Pfft...Of course not. *whistles innocently*

Cindy blabbed at 01:08 a.m. |

Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Mood: Tired
Music: The Temptations - My Girl

Sorry about the delay in posts. School likes to take me hostage for a while, and then when it releases me, I sit in a corner and rock back and forth for a while. :P

Anywho, I just sent out two letters, one to New York, and the other to Abilene, TX. So that makes my current mail count to:

• 2 letters here in TX
• 1 letter to New York
• 1 letter to Utah
• 1 letter to Canada

And I'll soon send out another letter to Canada and another one to California. If anyone else still wants snail mail, feel free to leave me your snail mail addy in the comments, or e-mail it to me at writetocindy [at] gmail [dot] com. Remember, you don't necessarily have to know me for me to send you mail...just give me an address, some info about yourself (or maybe a topic) and I'll write! :)

So people have asked me why I'm doing this. My question is why not? Snail mail makes people happy, and I like sending it. So unless sending snail mail becomes a threat to me (maybe by uber-dangerous papercuts and ink poisoning?), I'll continue to spread the joy. :)

Anywho....so while I was studying with a classmate for my analytical chemistry exam, I randomly made the following wish:

Me: You know what I wanna see one more time for I leave school?
Classmate: Hmm?
Me: The sodium and water demonstration.
Classmate: You mean when someone throws pure sodium into water?
Me: Yeah!
Classmate: Oh my god, you're such a nerd.

For anyone who's been deprived of this great spectacle, when you throw a piece of pure sodium into water, it first turns into this purplish liquid, and then KABOOM!!! You get a big explosion, and the purple stuff gets everywhere. Sometimes it's just fun to blow crap up. *grin* So anyway, after being obsessed with this reaction for a while, I found this (scroll down for the video) to satisfy my destructive craving for now.

...it'd still be cool to see it in person, though. :D

Cindy blabbed at 04:31 p.m. |

Sunday, April 3, 2005
Mood: Sleepy
Music: Jack Johnson - Banana Pancakes

Sorry folks, I just haven't been motivated to post lately. Bleh.

Anywho, I'm quitting my biochem degree. Why? Because I made it into pharmacy school!!! Woohoo!!!!

It's actually kind of a bittersweet thing. I made it into the University of Houston's pharmacy program, which is great for me. The part that saddens me is that it means I'll have to leave Austin. So if anyone has suggestions of things I should do before I leave this wonderful town that I've grown so attached to, let me know. I'd hate to leave without getting the full Austin experience. :)

Anyway....I've been itching to send snail mail. So if anyone wants a letter from me, e-mail me your snail mail address at writetocindy [at] gmail [dot] com. Even if you're one of my hit-and-run readers (ie. the ones who read, but don't comment....I know you're there!!), I'll send you something. Even if you live right here in the Austin area, I'll send you something as well. Even if I don't know you AT ALL, I'll send you something. :) If I don't know you, send me a link to your own blog or something with some info that I can work off of, and you'll get something from me. Oh, and the farther the better. I especially love sending international mail for some reason. (this means you, Nash!)

So don't be shy. Seriously, I just want to send stuff. All I ask in return is an e-mail confirming that you got my letter. :) And don't worry, I'm not sending anthrax or mailbombs. So drop me a line at writetocindy @ gmail.com, or if you're comfortable enough with leaving your snail mail addy in the comments, do so. :)

Cindy blabbed at 12:49 p.m. |

Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Mood: Tired
Music: Caesar's Palace - Jerk it Out (aka "that ipod shuffle commercial song")

Holy crap, this would be freakin' AWESOME. Family Guy LIVE...wahoo! Too bad it's only in New York and LA. *sigh* I think one of the best parts of going to "Family Guy Live" would be the fact that you'd be surrounded by other big time Family Guy fans. It's like a giant cult gathering! Just that it's for an awesome cartoon instead of some crazy religious sect involving cyanide-laced pudding. So anyway...for you fortunate Family Guy fans in the New York or LA area, you'd better get your ass to Family Guy Live....or I will come to your house...and I will CUT YOU. (cool points to anyone who can tell me what Family Guy reference that was!)

Anywho...on to other things. I've got a terrible confession to make.

I'm a druggie.

Haha, well, just that all of my drugs are legal. ;)

So yes, the sun is shining, flowers are blooming, birds are chirping....and my drug habits are in full force.

• #1 & 2: Pill-popping. I'm an unhealthy college student, so I don't exactly eat according to a nutrionist's recommendations. Therefore, I take Centrum (1) to make up for my lack of vitamins. Sad, eh? Then I've got my Allegra (2) to take care of the excessive sniffling and sneezing that bombards my nasal passages.
• #3: Snorting. That'd be my Flonase (3). Funny name, gross stuff. It's a nasal inhaler, meaning I get to spray that junk into my nostrils, and inhale it. INHALE, I say!!

So I'm not a druggie in the illegal sense. But dammit, it sucks to deal with that stuff every morning when springtime comes. *shakes fist at defective IgE antibodies* Mother Nature pummels me in this battle every year. I'll beat her one day, with lots of cans of aerosol products and nuclear waste. Just you wait. :P

Cindy blabbed at 03:36 p.m. |

Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Mood: Nerdy
Music: Travis - Walking in the Sun

Wahoo! I finally got a new computer! I've got a new superstud of a computer, in which I'll call it Angelo for now. Until it decides to crash and burn on me right after the warranty expires. In that case, I will proceed to call it "Sh*thead", and Dell computers will get an angry/sad call from me.

Anywho, I'm out on Spring Break, which means I've got plenty of time of my hands for blogging! Woohoo!

And it just so happens that when I have plenty of time on my hands to blog, I have no idea what the blog about. Funny how things work that way. Anywho, since I've got absolutely nothing to blog about (other than my recent sleeping and eating habits that come with spring break), I'll blog about a little story from back when I was in my loser nerd days. I dunno if I've already blogged this story before, but heck, it makes for a good laugh. Goodness knows I've had plenty of friends laugh at me for it before. :P

Ah, the glasses. I kind of embrace them now, but I used to hate wearing my glasses. Mainly because I didn't always have those frames that you're seeing to the left. I had your classic coke-bottle, wire-framed glasses. No joke, the lenses were about 1/3 of an inch thick, and that's even AFTER I specially ordered them to be "ultrathin". To make the whole "thick glasses" nerd stereotype even more complete, my frame had to be titanium, because....wait for it....I'm allergic to metal. Hardcore, huh? :P If you want an idea of just how bad my eyesight is, I'm blind to the point where if I didn't know that there's always a huge "E" at the top of the eyechart, I wouldn't be able to tell you what it is. What's even sadder is that the bigass "E" would have to be about 5 inches away from my face because I can COMPLETELY see it clearly. So basically I can't function very well without any form of eyesight correction. :P

Anywho, when I was in 6th or 7th grade, I had those coke-bottle wire-rimmed glasses. And I was still blind as a bat. And I also happened to suck at sports. So one day in PE, we were playing volleyball. Normally I'd just dodge the ball and hope that someone else would hit it, because I couldn't hit it worth crap, and if I DID hit it, it'd usually go in the wrong direction. However, one day I was standing around, minding my own business out on the court. The girl on the other team serves. Meanwhile I'm probably daydreaming about the day that I won't have to take PE anymore, when *SMACK*....the volleyball hits me in the face. Now this isn't anything new to me....yes, as sad as it sounds, I've been hit in the face by a volleyball more than once. However, the biggest problem with this case is that the friggin' ball bent my friggin' glasses!! The PE coach comes by and checks if I'm ok. Other than the fact that my nose was a little numb (common side effect from being hit in the face by a volleyball), I was alright. But my glasses were bent. The coach asked if I could see anything. I told him no. He kinda thought for a bit, shrugged, and told me "well, you seem okay, but if you can't play without your glasses....well, how about I just send you to the nurse?" I shrugged back, and said okay. So I had another girl lead me down to the nurse's office, and when I get there, the nurse checks me out. She asks me what happened. "I got hit in the face by a volleyball," I replied. She looked at me (well, I THINK she looked at me), and then she asked if I felt alright. I told her I was fine...it's just that my glasses were bent and I couldn't wear them that way. She took a look at my glasses, and then she asks if I could see anything without them. I told her no. She sounded a little flustered, and finally she says "Well....I'm a nurse...I don't know what to do with bent glasses. So you really can't see anything?" I truthfully told her no, I can't see anything. So thought for a bit, and then she said "well, like I said, I don't know anything about fixing glasses...and if you can't see anything...well, I guess I'll just have to send you home." So my mom came and picked me up, had a good laugh about it, and then she took me over to Wal-Mart, where they fixed my glasses for free, and I was out of school for the rest of the day.

So I guess what makes this story sad is first of all, I got hit in the face by a friggin' volleyball! And second of all, I was blind enough that I couldn't function when the volleyball bent my glasses frame. *Sigh*...if that doesn't spell "nerd", I don't know what does. Well, other than N-E-R-D. :P So a tip for all of those other blind, nerdy kids out there with coke-bottle glasses....if you're having a bad day at school, just get someone to chuck a volleyball at your face. You'll be in perfect health, you don't need to forge a doctor's note, and you'll get a free day out of school. :D

Cindy blabbed at 02:26 a.m. |