Cut & paste

You've got to love the weekends. Even the sun decided to come out and say hello today. This is pretty epic.

Today for the first time in my life, I ate four pizzas. Oh, snap. I feel ridiculously full; yet, I'm still eating. I know, big surprise right? My suite mate and I went to Woodstock's pizza. I got the Mediterranean pizza. It consisted of sun-dried tomatoes, pepperoni, olives, and those yellow sour pepper things that you can get at subway. Don't get me wrong, it was good, but it felt like I was eating a giant block of salt, so I ended up picking out all of the sour peppers and the olives and throwing them away; and that got me thinking.

Why can't life work in a way where it's possible to do this all the time? I mean, why is it pragmatically impossible to pick out the negative aspects of our lives and do away with them? For instance, let's say that there's someone you don't like. Why can't you just pick them up with a universal grabbing claw (you know those ones in the arcades that you lose all of your money to) that transfers them to another dimension, or a parallel universe. If not, then perhaps you could pick out the parts of them that you don't like and replace them with other parts. Mix and match you know? I would cut out the "work" part of this college stuff and replace it with "fun," that's for sure.

Anyway, that was my random two cents for the day.

You know, I have this problem. I love eating oranges (especially blood oranges that I've stolen from the dining commons). And of course, I love eating those cute little tangerines (okay fine, I'll admit I love eating everything); but the problem is, I despise peeling them. After you peel an orange or tangerine you smell like it for eternity. It's essentially the scarlet letter of all fruits. You walk past someone, and they'll immediately know you've been eating a delicious citrus fruit. I wish someone would invent an orange peeler or something like that. This was never a problem in Cupertino because Hansol would always peel my oranges for me (btw thanks, love). Well, now that she's not here what am I supposed to do? I'm doomed. I need to find myself a substitute orange-peeling friend and a future orange-peeling husband for that matter (as of now, one of my suite mates has been peeling my oranges for me because she's amazing).

Also, I'm out of food. This seems to be the constant state of affair throughout the course of my college life. I'll probably need to make a Safeway run tomorrow. Please don't rain.

eat something delicious & stay fresh <3