Condiments

Today I ate the most disgusting salad on the face of the earth. Actually, it could have been worse. There could have been blue cheese in it, but there wasn't. Anyways, this salad was full of condiments. At least, it's what I consider as condiments, which I tend to despise. Green onion, cilantro, garlic... by the time I took out all of the things I didn't like I was left with cabbage and red cabbage. So much for my "asian" salad (I love how people throw cabbage in a dish and call it Asian or put on two pineapples and call it Hawaiian... ridiculous). Oh, and the dressing smelled like a dirty foot, so I didn't use it. Well, I never use dressing anyways, so I guess that didn't make much of a difference.

Condiments are not okay. Some people like eating things raw like that. Green onion, cilantro, garlic. Gross. The only time green onion is okay is when it's in a 蔥油餅, but even then it's not by itself, so it tastes fine. Although some of the restaurants that make it put in too much green onion and it ends up tasting despicable. Cilantro is only okay when it's in Chipotle cilantro rice. At least, that's the only time I'll eat it. And garlic? Garlic is never okay. Never. Anytime you eat garlic you're doomed-- well, your breath is doomed. Garlic bread doesn't count because no one uses real garlic to make it. Instead, they use garlic powder and a giant bucket of butter. Yum, heart attack in bread form.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love Chemistry? Haha, this is so funny. I'm so lame. And speaking of being lame... I don't know what I was thinking the other day because at around 4am I read an article about a genetic mutation that makes people sleep less (hi guys, I think I have a mutation) and out of nowhere I sent it to my genetics teacher. After I sent it I sat there feeling sorry for myself. Why did I send it? Why?! I now feel like an idiot. Sigh. It must have been a combination of delirium and headache-ness. I feel ridiculous.. like those.. what do they call those? Drunken texts? Yeah, that. I guess I'll start a new trend. Delusional emails. The lesson of the day: never trust my rationale at 4:00am. Frick.

Which leads me to... FRICK! doom is going to arrive at 3pm. That means that I need to escape before 3pm. DOOM... I need somewhere to stay in situations like these. Too bad I have no friends or else I could just stay at their houses. It's all good I'll go chill with my hobos in front of Safeway (aka... go study at the library... I'm planning on bringing my umbrella, by the way).