mental manifestations

I think programming in C is actually kind of fun.

The right direction that the rubber bands are heading in is “away from me.”

I really hope that it’s some Italian word I don’t know (though I can’t find anything remotely close to it) and not actually what I think it might be.

Winter is never as fun as it used to be. When you’re a kid, you don’t have to worry about things because your parents took care of that for you. Now that I’ve reached adulthood, I’ve got things to worry about like groceries, supplies, school, and work. Most of all, I need a car where I currently live, and that is no fun in the winter.

However, the one thing I do like about winter is goofing off in the snow (weather permitting it safe enough) and making giant pictures. I would make snowmen, but the snow in Rochester is too dry and fluffy for it.

It disappears into the shadows before stealthily pillaging your other familiars’ brains to power its fuel cells. No, not really.

If you can solve this, send me a message.

When I first moved out of the dorms and into my apartment, I suddenly became responsible for feeding myself. That was when I started to learn how to cook. Just a few months after moving in, I decided that it would be kind of neat to throw a dinner party for a bunch of friends I had met in the dorms. One of the reasons for doing so was to have a small reunion at the beginning of the school year. Another reason was to have a housewarming party for me and my roommates. The last reason was to see if I could actually cook for a large group of people.

The whole idea of cooking for a dinner party came from my mom who would cook oodles and oodles of food for my extended family whenever we would gather together for birthday parties or holiday celebrations. My mom had always started cooking in the morning. I tried to start as early as I could (as class would allow), and I spent a few hours over the stove just preparing and cooking everything. I had some help too in making some of the dishes, but the whole process from start to finish required constant attention. I had lots of things being done in parallel.

Eventually, I managed to get everything done not too long after the last few guests showed up. I certainly had a greater appreciation all those years when my mom cooked food for everyone. She used to make many different types of dishes and for a lot more people than I had at my party. That night was a pretty substantial group of people to cook for by myself even with the help I received.

During the later months, my roommates and I would occassionally have smaller groups of people (thereby making the amount of cooking more manageable) plus we had become slightly better in our methods of preparation and cooking. I have always wondered what it would be like to be a chef and work in a restaurant. From what I’ve read and seen, the restaurant industry appears extremely demanding. The night I had my dinner party gave me a small inkling of what it was like to do that.

This is the reason why Thanksgiving is the only holiday I look forward to.

I decided to journey into DC yesterday because of the nice, warm weather. I spent 4 hours yesterday walking around DC, and happened upon this statue outside the Federal Trade Commission building.

I’m not sure what it was supposed to be, but I thought it looked like the Incredible Hulk was molesting a horse.