Foot Problems

Last night, while working in the computer lab, my foot started to swell. To the point where I couldn't put on my shoes and had to borrow Ken's flip flops in order to walk home. I went to health services to get it looked at. First they sent in some intern girl who had no bedside manner whatsoever. She took a peek and said that I should wear shoes with better support. To which I replied that the swelling is not from me suddenly going barefoot, as I've been running around all of campus barefoot for the past 4 years, and that I dance barefoot. Everyday. I think my skepticism at her diagnosis led her to get the lady who's in charge of her, whatever they're called. Teacher/doctor-lady took a look and said that there was some swelling and that it might be a fracture. I was hoping for circulation problem, but when pressed, she suddenly jumped to the conclusion of gout. Yes, despite the fact that I'm young, slender, not male, don't drink or eat seafood, I must have gout...
Now I'm just really upset, though. What if it's a fracture? Does that mean no more dancing?

Totally Not Okay

Theft is not cool, even when it is just an idea. It's not cool even if it's just for "a stupid concept exercise." I thought for a good couple hours in order to develop the idea that I did, and I thought it was a really good and unique idea. And now that those guys have taken it and screwed with it, my idea no longer feels so shiny and new. Get your own ideas, I hate cheaters.

Who Woulda' Thunk

Today before dance class, Michelle the teacher came over to where I was stretching and sat down, going, "Angela, I have to talk to you." To which I thought, "Uh oh, what am I doing wrong..."
But it turns out that she and my other teacher, Peter, needed an extra face for a video production they're making and thought that me with my acres of bangs would be perfect. Who would have thought my bangs would make me distinguishable enough for people to actually want to film me (albeit for just 5 minutes).
Woohoo! I'm gonna be famous!!! no, not really.

The Indignity

This morning while walking to class, I saw a little boy about 3 years old walking to his school with his dad. I was in a hurry to get by so the dad pulls the kid to the side and said, "Come on, move over. This lady's in a hurry." So I hike on by and hear a tiny little voice go, "She looks like a boy, daddy, she looks like a boy." At that point, I sort of did a snort/guffaw because really, I'm just not sure what to think about that. I didn't hike too quickly, so I was within earshot and the "Is that a boy or girl" topic continued for at least another two or three minutes.
Okay, so I don't think I looked like a boy. I was wearing close fitting jeans and nice shoes. I suppose my hair looked short because I have it tied into a bun for dance class. I guess I need to give the kid some credit, most children at his age think girls have long hair and boys have short hair and mine being black just blends back in on itself.
O, and I'm going to be wearing my hair down for the rest of the day.

Busy Weekend

Now that I'm feeling a little more chipper, I can dish on the weekend. After classes ended, I went home and sat around. Hannah said she would drive us all to the grocery store and then come over for dinner. First she had to run an errand so I went home to clean. And clean I did. I bleached all the kitchen counters, washed all the dishes and was in the process of bleaching the bathroom counter when they all got to the apartment. We went to the nice Giant Eagle on Center Ave where I took advantage of buy 1 get 1 free chicken day. At 7:30 we got back to the apartment where I commenced being Master Chef. I love delegating, really I do. I had Hannah washing and cutting fruit, Ken cutting onions (for some reason, the burn doesn't bother him) and ... well, I had Waz helping, but I can't remember on what. It took about two hours, but in the end, for dinner we had Lemon Chicken, Moro and for desert, a Baba au Rhum. I think everyone really liked it, because there was only a couple bites of Moro left, no chicken and this morning I walked into the kitchen for breakfast and Ken and Brian were helping themselves to the last of the Baba au Rhum. I can cook! Congratulate me!
Today I spent mostly watching Quantum Leap online and grading homework. At 8:30 I went to auditions, fumbled through hip hop, glided through modern (such a lovely dance) and break dancing? Umm, let's just say I'm going to be sore and bruised in the morning. I think even if I don't make it into the group, I had a good time.

Really the moment people leave, I become depressed. I really shouldn't be left alone to think, because the moment I start to think, it's of him and why we're so distant. I hate my life right now.
O and in case you don't know (I don't recall if I've mentioned this) I have insomnia now, like from freshman year when I was so lonely that all I can do is sit on the internet and repeatedly click on my email, checking in the vain hope that someone really wants to speak to me. Except no one really does, so I'm alone, tired and desperate.
Well, at least my food turned out well...

What Makes a Relationship

I emailed a certain someone the other day hoping that we could make peace and be friends. Today I got a reply that he really liked talking to me so long as we were dating, but now, as "just friends" there's nothing much to talk about. He doesn't even want to be around me unless we are dating. What is that supposed to mean? It really makes me wonder about how we were. Did he ever really care about what I had to say? If he can't find anything to say to me now, then how could he ever have said that he loved me? Does kissing versus not kissing a guy really make that much of a difference in the enjoyment of conversation?
From now on, all my relationships will begin as friendships - this is in the hope that I can still have someone to speak to when all is said and done. He used to be a source of comfort, someone I can hug when I feel like crying. And now I have no one.

A Mistress Blog

Today, I was telling my sister about Paella night, and somehow the topic of putting my recipes online came up. And so, starting today, I have two blogs. I will stay forever faithful to this blog, as it has documented my life for the past six years. I am now also using livejournal as my online recipe book - my ID there is also Irenia321. If you want to learn how to make a great chicken paella, go visit my livejournal. Go go. You know you want to.

Weekends are fun

A few days ago, my sister sent me a recipe on New York Times for a tomato paella. Struck with the sudden inspiration of it and the memory of a seafood paella our family had once at a Portuguese restaurant, I decided to make the dish, and embellish it with chicken and bell peppers. Seeing as I had a humongous skillet, and the recipe was 4-6 servings, I asked if Ken, Brian and Waz would like to join for dinner. Well, only Ken made it for dinner at dinner time, and not only did he help cook(he chopped the onions, my eyes thank him), he also helped carry things and made coffee. I am constantly amazed that he opens doors for me and carries my stuff. And washes dishes...
Our wonderful dinner consisted of paella, coffee, and for desert, flan. Very yummy, good combination. Though, I feel like I should have steeped the saffron a little to bring out its flavor in the rice. Later, Zach, Patrick, Sammy and Hannah came over and helped themselves to leftovers. Brian joined in much, much later as well.
Overall a nice evening of improptu entertainment. I think I should make a habit of it. I really like to cook for people and it gives me something to do so I won't be bored or depressed.
On the agenda for next week - moro and lemon chicken. Delish!

O, and after the dinner, we watched Babel, which I found to be just about one of the most depressing movies I've ever experienced...

Still Sad

During the week, it's not so bad. I think it's because I'm so busy, I don't think about it. But then, the weekend comes and I sit here alone. I'm an insomniac again, just like freshman year. I go to bed at 1 a.m. and wake up at 5. My eyes are still sleepy feeling, but I just can't fall back asleep, so I just get up and stare at the internet until I absolutely have to move. And there's no one online at 5 am...who am I waiting for? I wish a certain someone would call.