Entries for February, 2004
February 4, 2004
Fish Home Improvement Part 2 Posted at 01:03 PM Dear Melvin, Would you please tell me what's bothering you? You just seem so depressed all the time and it makes me so unhappy to see you all unhappy. I've done everything I can think of to catch your interest. I've moved you from bowl to bowl, added pretty irridescent pink stones to your new bowl, put some nice bamboo in there for you to play with, and change your water out every other day. And yet you just sit there, lying on the sparkly pink stones, depressed, unmoving, and contemplating the meaning of life. I fret about your health more than my own. I clean your home out more than I do my own dorm. I have nightmares at night about coming back from class one day and finding you floating, belly up, eyes rolled back, and all that jazz. It scares me that I've become this emotionally attached to you, despite your being the ugliest fish in the whole pet store. You're the only fish that has ever lived *this* long. You've survived sitting in a tiny cup at petco, you've lived through the piss yellow water that Jeff made you live in because he never cleaned out your home, you made it past the illness you caught from living in piss yellow water, and you're on your way through the second semester of living here at georgia tech! You just *cannot* die on me now! Not when I keep the lights on all day (despite the fact that you're supposed to save energy) so you can have regular light/dark cycles, and keep the thermostat at 76 degrees all the time so you can be warm. Please, hang in there. Don't die on me. Love, Your owner Cindy |
February 7, 2004
New Journal Title! ^^^^Look up ^^^^ Posted at 04:08 PM I didn't think I should do any more physics problems for now, I feared that numbers and formulas would come pouring out my nose and ears if I looked at another question asking me to find the angle of this or the acceleration of that. So. Today I was supposed to drag Colin shopping. Only I forgot what it was that I was dying to get, and Colin forgot to remind me of what it was that I was dying to get. So neither of us knows what it was that I was going to go shopping for, but hopefully one of us remembers by the time we go shopping. I decided to change my journal title because I was sick of looking at "My Journal Title is Not Tabulas.com" so I decided to name this blog after my new compy: Soggy Pigeon (after I went to Louisiana and saw a very wet and soggy pigeon). I often wonder how people come up with their clever little blog descriptions. So I asked Seanny-boy (btw .5% of females are named Sean) what my blog description should be, and *ta-da!* So there you have it, new title and blog description. Seanny-boy is addicted to War3, I am suffering from withdrawl :(  |
February 9, 2004
The End is Near Posted at 02:28 PM Fact 1: Cindy is getting very fat. Cindy has gained about 6-7 lbs since coming to gatech. If she gains 2-3 more lbs, horrors of horrors, she'll even be elligible to donate blood! Then Colin will drag her to go blood donating! Then Cindy will lose even more blood in one month in more places than one! Then surely there will be too little blood to go around and Cindy will loose blood to vital parts of her body... like her right arm... or her ears... or her ankles or toes... But I digress. The fact is, I'm getting fat. Sooner or later, I won't be able to wear any of my clothes anymore and have to go up a whole dress size. The problem is, I wear kids size 16, which is the highest you can go in the girl's clothes section. I used to wear women's sizes 0-1 but later on in my senior year of high school, I realized I could fit into kids size 16's and have it cost me 5-10 bucks less than the women's sizes. So, when I get fat enough to start wearing women's size 3's and up, it'll be goodbye to sparkly and/or sequined pants. Goodbye to cute little pastel peasant tops. Goodbye to that $5-10 difference. I can feel those purple striped PE pants tightening around my waist like a hangman's noose around the convict's neck. "The horror. The horror." |
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February 10, 2004
And Now, for Something Completely Different... Posted at 10:30 PM Here's a math problem: Cindy + integrating schtuff = a;lskdfjasldk Psych + Cindy + Sophomore^cute = :D 0= ((Melvin)New Home) - (bamboo root crud) - :D^2 Test + Evil Drag Force Ratio Problem = x.x Test = a;lskdfjasldk^99 Evil Drag Force Ratio Problem = - (:D)^1/2 Solve for x.x in terms of any of the above :) |
February 12, 2004
A Whale of a Tale Posted at 05:49 PM I used to live in Gainesville, Florida when I was a wee lass, for my daddy went to the University of Florida. We lived in an apartment during those years, and as you may know, most apartments don't allow any cats or dogs. So my father took up the hobby of keeping fish. I was never a fish person, hell, they were the dullest creatures in the animal kingdom. You couldn't hold them, you couldn't pet them, you couldn't take them out for a walk. Why my father wanted to keep a smelly old tank full of goldfish was beyond me. What's beyond me now is my fish obsession. Since my junior year in high school, I've kept about 7 fish. And they've all died on me. I just can't figure it out. Perhaps they have some sort of fishy sense that screams to them: "she hated our kind in her childhood! she'll hate us now!" I just can't figure it out. My first fish of Junior year was called Dandelion. We had an Earth Day festival at our school from the green school club and they gave you a fish for 50 cents if you could throw a bean bag through a hoop. Well, I'll just skirt around the story about how I bribed the girl in charge of that booth to just give me the fish and not have to throw anything through any old hoop, and skip straight to when I forgot to pick up Dandelion at the end of the festival and had to get my best friend Lulu to pick him up and drop it by my house for me. Dandelion lived in the Brita water pitcher because we had no clear living containers for him. Dandelion graced the household with his 50-some years of fishy wisdom and died shortly thereafter. Now, this is where the story of Mr. Mango begins. In October, my kid sister's elementary school had a Fall carnival, with a similar "toss a ball in a cup and win a fish" concept. Only, instead of live fish, they gave you a coupon to the local Petland store to claim a goldfish there. So, right after we dumped Dandelion's dead body into the toilet, we went to Petland and picked out the smallest baby goldfish in the tank. Mr. Mango was a rather unremarkable fish. He swam some and ate some, but mostly he just sat there and did nothing. For three days he contemplated on the meaning of life and decided it was meaningless; so he rolled over and promptly proceded to die. In my Senior year, my sister had another Fall Carnival and guess what -- I got another goldfish. Now this goldfish was named Goldie. Goldie lived for, about, oh, and hour or so before jumping out of his little glass bowl. His story was so tragic I wrote a poem for him: (Scribe's note, and no, Cindy is not the scribe: fortunately for you all, the poem was lost in a bad data transfer. Personally, I kinda liked it). So I went back to Petland I told the fish guy about Goldie's tragic story and he gave me a free goldfish. So the moral of the story is: if you ever tell sad tragic stories to the guys at petstores, they'll give you a free goldfish. (Note, yeah me, the scribe again: Or you can see it to a good publisher for a quick 25-30k, if you're lucky, everyone loves reading tragic stories). I picked out a sickly white fish with a red dot on its head. We never named him, because we figured that he was only going to die an hour later. Suprisingly, this goldfish survived a whole three weeks before also going down the toilet. Then Earth Day rolled around again, and, I bribed another booth girl to give me another goldfish for 50 cents without having to toss a ball into anything. This fish was a good fish. He was happy, he was responsive, but most of all, he liked to eat. So, my sister poured half the contents of fish flakes into his bowl. He hate the entire half bottle of fish flakes. You can guess what happened next. So, for awhile, I thought I'd swear off fish indefinately, because it seemed that the Chen family was cursed; that no living fish should ever enjoy company with the Chens. The sun dawned on my 18th birthday (It's June 12th by the way, she's expecting presents). God showed up at my house and she said "Thou shalt have another fish." And surely enough, I did. Only this time, it wasn't some mangy, poopie, greedy little goldfish. Nay, God was far more perceptive than that, she got me a betta fish. His name was Don Quixote de la Mancha. What a splendid fish he was. He was all red, and teal, and turquoise, with a hint of purple. He had the most beautiful fins, looking like frayed edges of lace. Sadly though, he was only with us for a month because, while changing out the water one day, I filled the bowl up too much and curiosity was the death of Don Quixote de la Mancha for he jumped out and killed himself. We found him the next morning, plastered on the newspaper. He was so dry, when we peeled him off, his beautiful fins cracked. So my father got me another betta fish, and that very same day, when I came to clean out Don Quixote's water so I could pour the new fish's water in, the fish allowed itself to be poured out and down into the drain. So that makes 6 fish stories. Melvin isn't quite dead yet, so I'll tell you that tale upon his demise. Btw the picture below is the Don Quixote de la Mancha, cause Melvin is too ugly to be pictured.  |
February 15, 2004
The Most Romantic Valendintes Ever (not!) Posted at 01:11 PM Happy (late) valentines day everyone out there! I hope you had a better day than mine was. For starters, Colin had to go home because it was his mother's birthday, so I went and did some bio homework. I learned about both sexual and asexual reproduction in mosses. And then my father calls and tells me that the family is dropping by at 3pm after my sister's all-state audition to come see me. (Btw, in all my years of tinkering on the piano, the entire family had NEVER, not even once, come to watch me). Then God gets back, and we decide to go shopping at around 3:15ish. Then Jefe decides to gather up the guys to go see a movie at 4:20 or 5. Three o'clock comes and goes and no family shows up or even calls. 3:15.. nothing. I start calling every cell phone number I can remember at 3:20 and *finally* at 3:35, my dad picks up his cell. "Oh yeah... your sister just got done with her auditions and we'll be over at 4ish in no time!" Thanks a lot dad. I told them to just forget it, hopped into God's little purple Eclipse, and we were at Publix before 4. Shopping didn't take long, I grabbed what I needed, and made it back at exactly 4:20. Because Nathan was a sickly child, Jeff and Jamie took their sweet time, and Jason who took the longest to get downstairs, we missed the 5pm showing of anything. By the time we got to the Marta Station, it was already 5, and good old reliable Marta was running an hour late due to weather and technical difficulties. Oh, and getting the tickets was another thing. No one save Jamie could find sufficient change, so I spent $20 on Marta tokens, and everyone paid me back in change. I had so much change my wallet was bulging out at odd angles. When we got to Lenox Mall, I didn't feel like taking any more time counting out $6.76 in change for my Arby's chicken sandwich because they didn't have the chicken ceasar sandwich at that particular Arby's so I broke another $10 bill. Then I paid for my movie ticket (The Butterfly Effect) in dollar bills. Btw, The Butterfly Effect is a very very very screwed up movie. I watched a dog get burned alive in a tied sack. Repeatedly. And the ending sucked. Ass. So don't see it. By the time we got to the Marble Slab Ice Creamery, and my bill came up to $4.89 for a dark chocolate dipped waffle cone and sweet cream ice cream (which is just vanilla ice cream minus the vanilla extract), I dumped the entire contents of my change compartment in my wallet and started chucking quarters, nickels, and dimes at the guy. Then upon our way out, Nathan ran into a random guy who later identified himself as Danny. Danny Pepper from MIDDLE SCHOOL. And apparently he married Shaveh. The girl who gave Zack (or charles) a blowjob in the boy's bathroom every day after school at Milton high. The girl who got sent to the assistant principal's office for "satanic rituals" in the 8th grade. The girl who locked herself with Zack in Ingrid's basement during Ingrid's summer luau. Little Danny the quiet boy who sat in a corner all by himself and never talked to anyone in middle school is now married by his freshman year in college to Shaveh. And I was probably one of the few people that knew her real name was Sharon. (she's the one between the two  No Doubt's I'm Just a Girl |
February 16, 2004
Shit. Happens. Deal. With It. Posted at 04:21 PM Sorry folks, this will not be a perky post. I'm just in an overall bitchy mood currently for no real reason. And since there are people I know on a personal basis that read this blog, I won't post anything very personal to avoid hurting anyone's feelings. Saturday, Mr. Hair Gel (his real name is changed to protect the innocent) told me that he'll think back on his childhood memories and he'll just go into boughts of serious depression. I'd write about all my childhood memories, the happy and the fucked up, if people in real life didn't read this blog. But what's so bad about people in real life reading my blog? Don't I know them all? Aren't they my friends so what does it matter anyway? I just don't feel comfortable sharing my very personal stories with people I don't trust. That's all. The internet is nice in the fact that you can talk to any random person just to chat with no strings attached. And I'm not a very emotionally deep person. I know what I like and I know what I don't like and that's the end of that. What I can't put an end to is all the bad shit that happened when I was a kid. And after seeing the Butterfly Effect, they just want to present themselves more often. You know how normal people hang on to their fond, childhood memories? I hang on to everything. I hang on to the happy ones, the not so happy ones, and the downright depressing ones. I can remember everything to the most trivial detail. Why? I haven't a clue. But some how, in some way, it feels so much better when I can confine these memories to paper. To see them locked up behind cyan and pink lines on a white background. It's like I'm waiting for something, something that will come and relieve me of these memories. For now, all I can do is write. |
February 17, 2004
February 18, 2004
And She Pops out Another One.. Posted at 04:29 PM C'mon peoples, I spent 3 and a half hours of labor on this.. click here |
February 21, 2004
Some Silly Questions and My Afternoon Posted at 03:33 PM What do the insides of those 18 wheeler Publix/Kroger trucks look like? Is it a little mini grocery store with shelves of canned stuff, shelves of cold refridgerated stuff, and shelves of the random other stuff that doesn't belong in either of the said categories? Also, what happens to the dead animals on the side of the road/highway/freeway? Are they just left out there to rot, or do little elves come around when no one's looking and dispose of them? Furthermore, WHY oh WHY did Publix discontinue their lovely little packages of Bowl Appétit! in Tomato Parmesan Penne and Herb Chicken & Veggie Rice? I spent the last hour and 42 minutes driving around the Krogers and Publix at home and couldn't find either until I went to the Kroger on McGinnis Ferry and grabbed as many of the tomato penne as I could carry. Kroger now has them, but most of them only have it in the standard flavors like mac&cheese and the garlic alfredo which makes the room smell "like ass" when you microwave it as my former roommate Jen says. But alas my Chicken Veggie Rice, we shall meet again someday, in a Betty Crocker catalogue and perhaps your price will go down from that $1.49 to the .99 cents that you started out with. Best of all, they have no preservatives and come in an air tight package! Beat that ramen :P  |
February 21, 2004
February 26, 2004
!!!!!!!!!!!! Posted at 08:16 AM IT SNOWED TODAY!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D |
February 29, 2004
Welch's Strawberry Breeze Posted at 04:08 PM The cap is removed, and the seal is broken. As I pour myself a cup and take the first sip. Cherrily Plum, Rosily Lavendar, Burgundy Violet, Scarlet Periwinkle, Crabapple Iris... and that's the last drop. But simply reddish purple would never do! |
