return to sender

Hey there, people who read this! I’ve got a love mix for you, a month after Valentine’s Day. We all know that March 14, however, is the real day for lovers. It’s Pi Day, after all! Please enjoy and support the artists you like in the playlist by purchasing their albums and merch. Also, eat some pie while you listen. My favorite is banana creme from Nation’s. IT’S GOT TO BE NATION’S! (it’s got to be nations!)

RETURN TO SENDER
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• LAZY EYE (JIMMY TAMBORELLO ACCORDIAN MIX) silversun pickups
• WOULD YOU richard swift
• BRANDY ALEXANDER feist
• COMPUTER CAMP LOVE datarock
• DEATH OF A TUNE the hidden cameras
• MODERN MYSTERY someone still loves you boris yeltsin
• SLEEPY TIGERS her space holiday
• ISLANDS IN THE STREAM constantines & feist
• I’LL CATCH YOU rocky votolato
• BE GENTLE WITH ME the boy least likely to
• MY COCO stellastarr*
• SLOW SHOW (DAYTROTTER SESSION) the national
• I NEVER rilo kiley
• SHELTER ray lamontagne
• YOU ARE THE LIGHT (BY WHICH I TRAVEL INTO THIS AND THAT) jens lekman
• SOUVERIAN andrew bird
• WAIT FOR LOVE (YOU KNOW YOU WILL) josh ritter

i knew they forgot to add the egg

It’s okay, though. This spicy vegetarian basil fried rice is still quite good sans egg. A pleasant surprise. Makes up for that way-too-sweet white chocolate mousse earlier. I guess I should’ve known what I was getting into with that whipped diabetes, though. I’ll stick to regular chocolate mousse. Actually, you know, I’m not even supposed to have chocolate because it’s got caffeine. Last week, I drank a cup of tapioca milk tea and stayed up the whole night without actually wanting to. There was hysterical crying at around 5:00 AM. And then a 15-minute nap at 7:00. And chem lab at 8:00. And more hysterical crying. Just general hysteria from sleep deprivation.

(Wait, so there IS egg in here. It’s just chopped up into little pieces. Okay, why wouldn’t it be? It usually is. The menu pictures were misleading me to believe that it was going to be a fried, sunny side up egg. Mmm. Biting into the crispy yolk. Wa-pow.)

See, when all these little things happen to you and you feel so miserable, you really want to curl up in a little ball in the corner while it’s happening. But then, it’s over, and you have a new story to tell people. When you laugh so hard that you pee all over yourself in the middle of a playground, that’s embarassing. But if you wait 11 years to retell it, then it’s all the rage.

Why do you want to pee when you touch warm water? What’s that all about? Someone tell me before I have to go find out for myself. I should be a urologist.

dear blog

Hihihihi. I’ve missed you a lot. You were my go to place for mind-spamming out loud. And then the posts got more and more sporadic. But I’ve learned that nothing beats you. Not even Twitter. You can’t mind-spam aloud in 140 characters or less. You just can’t.

See, you can’t paragraph break in Twitter, either. Or in Facebook status updates. So, suck it.

Did I tell you I actually got a domain name? Yeah. I started blogging there using this cute little platform called Chyrp. And then, I stopped. SO GOES THE CYCLE OF BLOGGING. That’s what also happened to my Livejournal.

But I’m still attached to you. It makes me smile when I see a new e-mail in my inbox notifying me that some cool person has commented on a Mark As Read entry from a long, long time ago. Today, it was the “Al Gore Does Not Celebrate Global Warming” entry. A few weeks ago, it was the post about Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series. Oh, blog.

In other news, it’s almost SPRING BREAK! And you know what that means: hours upon hours of online tv-watching / manga reading / video game playing (hopefully on a newly purchased DS, but I also need a new computer monitor, so it depends whether I succumb to temptation or adhere to practicality) / Chinese-learning / maybe even some blogging? And picture taking. I haven’t taken a picture in months. I know, right. What the hell.

Well, this is an incredibly uninteresting entry. Here are some chemistry jokes:

Q: What did one region of high electron concentration say to the other?
A: It’s best that we stay VSEPRated!

Q: Where do non-superimposable molecules go when they have back pain?
A: The chiral-practor.

Q: Why should you spend time thinking up chem jokes instead of actually studying for chem?
A: Because life is too short not to. And even if life wasn’t so short and we could have Noah-length lives, you wouldn’t want to look back when you’re 492 and think to yourself, “Well, those first 450 years were kinda lame. I didn’t make one single joke about chemistry.” And by that point, you’d only have about 8 more years to live. You would spend every waking moment trying to think of chem jokes, which will bring you nothing but long nights and non-laughing audiences because we all know the most contrived jokes come when you’re simply trying too hard. (You can tell what condition I was in when those two jokes above were concocted. It wasn’t pretty.)

“And that’s why you don’t try to teach lessons to your father!“