I wanna be famous.

So, you know what I've always wanted to be? One of those famous bloggers that have quicky, creative, cool articles that everyone wants to read. But you know what always seems to get in the way?

PROCRASTINATION

... and plain laziness.

It's not like I have no ideas or anything. I'm constantly thinking up entries in my head, planning them out (even editing them!) but once I get on the computer, I just kind of die away into facebook or random surfing.

You know what would be cool? If there was some device that would record all my thoughts for me and convert that into text. Like a compiler that reads in brain waves and prints out to normal human text.

It would probably turn out something like this: So today the funniest thing happened to me. I was trying to make rice and I completely and utterly failed at it. I guess I didn't put enough rice in it cause it came out way too hard. I had to throw -- hmm, why is David sending me dirty messages? Oh, really, he wants to do that now.. hmm, that's -- OH SHIT. I can erase that right? Fuck. Uhm, how do I go back? Argh.... damnit David stop writing that stuff, I can't concentrate on this entry. Damnit.

I don't think it would work out. I tend to be too scatterbrained for that kind of technology. Who knows what kind of shenanigans my brain would get me into!

But yeah. I've always wanted to be a famous blogger. But as you can see, it's been like how long since I last updated this thing? I'm so bad at it! I have so many blog ideas that I wanna do like:

- Asian professors can't teach
- Relationships make me insane
- Cooking in college means a starving Teresa

And other stuff that I don't remember because I never bother jotting down my ideas. I wanna start blogging again, but sooooooooo lazy.

Election Day

Taken out of my physics notebook:

So, I'm currently sitting in my physics class paying attention with half an ear and reading The California Aggie, UC Davis' newpaper. Now, today is election day so there is quite an assortment of articles telling people go vote and some articles hinting at which candidate who should vote for. (Considering that I go to a public school in California and we're pretty much liberal, I think you know who I'm talking about). There are even ads by big name food corporations like Ben and Jerry's or Starbucks giving out free food for voting (though, I think the marginal cost of standing in line negates the marginal benefit of free ice cream, but then again, I'm not the typical Asian. I think there will be a lot of Asians... and freeloaders).

Anyways, I had already submitted my ballot in the mail a few weeks back so I don't really have to worry about the polls. I don't fancy waiting in line and then standing in a booth trying to decide if I'm making the right choice. I could be there for a loooooong time considering how hard it is for me just to decide on what I want to eat in the morning (even though I have like 4 options). This is the first time I have ever voted and I was so nervous because I keep feeling like I made some mistake. I had to read the instructions like 5 times even though the process was so simple that anyone could do it (who can't draw a line? well, maybe if you had no hands..)

By the way, I am now totally lost in this lecture... I can't really help it. The professor is nice and all and he reminds me of Christopher Knight (you know, Peter Brady from the Brady Bunch? The him now, not the him when he was Peter) with a Russian accent, but he's kind of boring. A lot of equations and stuff. Most students just either fall asleep or play sudoku (since the newspapers are distributed outside of our classroom, people just grab one for the puzzle, which also explains why I had a newspaper on me in the first place.)

Anyways! I diverge from the topic a lot. Stream of consciousness sure is fun and distracting.

I've always been saying that I don't care about politics. It was like "Oh, Bush is bad." but not really caring to look at exactly what he was doing wrong. Even when I was supposed to research this stuff for American democracy, I didn't really care all that much. But this election seems so exciting. Almost like one of those reality game shows. Like America's Top President. Oooh, we should have a TV show like that where McCain and Obama live in the same roof and battle it out in little minigames. And then winner will get a nice white house and power to destroy the world. Oooh oooh oooh! Wouldn't that be fun?

But putting aside the fact that Barack Hussein Obama has a funny name and the fact that McCain is incredibly old and resembles a white raisin, how much do people really know about the candidates. I mean, I tried to be a responsible American and looked at the facts, but every now and then, I get sucked into a vortex of lies or sometimes even truths and I get confused. Of course, I have to be honest, I think Obama is MUCH more attractive than McCain and McCain looks like he's just about to croak (which I don't wish on him. For pete's sake, his MOM is still alive. That is quite a feat) and he's black (at least half black) which makes him infinitely more cooler than an old white guy. Image has a lot to do with this game. And while Joe Biden is obscure under the limelight of Sarah Palin, that publicity sometimes does more harm than good. I would have considered McCain a little more if he had chosen a better running mate. I mean, if he makes such an important decision and, in my opinion totally fails it, I don't know how I can entrust the country to him.

The facts and accusations from both parties have become muddled and unclear. Instead of addressing the issues, the candidates debate about each other. But I don't know. In the end, I would rather have Obama become president because that lisp that McCain has is just not cute.

Disclaimer, the ending of this entry is totally different from the one that I wrote previously. Things change as you write and edit stuff that you wrote, so yeah.

Rice for One.

Well, it's been a month since I last updated, much apologies. I've actually had plenty of blog ideas that I wanted to write about, but I've just lacked the incentive and motivation to write. I think I can attribute this to the fact that I only have math courses this quarter. :<

Anyways, I decided to blog this down as I washed the dishes from the rice that I made last night.

If you don't know already, I'm Chinese. Born in America, so ABC or whatever. But I'm first generation ABC so my family still eats a great deal of rice. In fact... we only eat rice for dinner except for rare occasions where mom is tired and just cookies rice noodles. But in any case, I've always cooked rice for 6 people or more. Therefore, when I got to college, I, of course, contributed to Asian stereotypes and had a rice cooker in the dorm (even though technically we weren't allowed to) and made rice. As a side note, I heard that the Asian-American dorm floor always smells of rice. No surprising.

I diverge. When I make rice now, I realize that it's not worth the effort of making it. First of all, I'm used to making big portions and when those portions, there are unwritten rules/guidelines as to the water/rice ratio. So far, I've heard of three methods:

1. If you stick your pinky on top of the rice, the water level should hit the first knuckle.
2. Put your whole hand in flat over the rice and the water should just skim the top of your hand.
3. Put in an extra cup of liquid for every cup of rice.
(If you have other methods, feel free to comment them and I'll add to the list)

The 3rd one doesn't really count for Asians since Asians don't use measuring tools. They always eyeball it and it's enough when it "feels enough". So the third method is for our non-Asian friends who can't feel secure without precision.

But those rules only seem to apply to bigger batches of food. Perhaps it's because Chinese people like to make big batches and save it up since they would waste electricity if they just make a bunch of smaller batches. Or perhaps it's because Asian families outside of communist China seem to be so there's always a hungry mouth to feed. Remember, there's always that freeloading neighbor who just "happens" to visit around dinner time.

So when I tried to apply these rules my little portion of rice for one... it was really soggy. Imagine my shame... failing at cooking rice? That's like failing to recite my multiplication tables. But yes, I was sad that it came out somewhat soggy, but I ate it anyways because I didn't want my boyfriend to have pockmarks. (Funny story actually. One of my Chinese friends once told me that his parents got him to eat every little grain of rice because they told him that the remaining grains would be the number of pockmarks his wife will have in the future. As a naive child, he believed them and made sure he ate everything.)

It wasn't too bad actually since I ate it with Korean seaweed and some Japanese sashimi soysauce without the sashimi. Hit every East Asian country since my rice was from China. Crystal actually commented on how I should have eaten it with spam. Here's how it went:

me: I just had three packets of Korean seaweed...
me: I feel so ashamed...
me: And filled with MSG.
Crystal: hahaha
Crystal: isn't it just salt?
me: And like oil. Hahaha
me: I had it with rice though.
Crystal: ooh
Crystal: shoulda had some spam too
me: Didn't have spam. :<
me: I'm too poor to afford meat, hahaha.
Crystal: hahah
Crystal: true spam is a bit pricey for what it is
me: Hahah, mechanically pulled parts.

Yeah, I actually really couldn't afford the spam. Spam is expensive, man. Last I checked it was like 3 bucks a can. I always thought they were like 50 cents...

Anyways, you know what really made the one-portion rice not worth it? The fact that I had to clean it up. In true college fashion, I didn't wash the dishes the day I finished eating the food. In fact, if my roommate didn't keep telling me to wash the bowl and rice cooker, I would have just left it there until I needed the bowl again. Yeah, I know, gross... but what can you except from a college student? If it was a stack of dishes, I would be more compelled to wash them, but one bowl? Seems like a waste of time.

But you know what? It takes forever to clean up that bowl to rice and the rice pot. Since I made it somewhat sticky, it was a pain in the buttocks to scrape all the little pieces of rice from the surface. I actually had to use a sponge and detergeant and stood there for 10 minutes washing a bowl, a rice pot, and a spoon. Way too much effort for the two bowls of rice that I ate.

They should make self cleaning rice pots. That would be neat and then I don't have to worry about cleaning them anymore. Haha.

But despite everything, I can't give up my rice. And I can't trust the dining commons to cook up decent rice so I have to do it myself.