It's Really Not That Bad See?

Dirty Pretty Things My girlfriend has worn the same undergarment for weeks. Isn't that disgusting?

Dear Prudie,
My girlfriend of six months has worn the same bra every day now for two weeks. I really wonder: Is this a normal thing for most women or a psychological issue? I feel it is a matter of hygiene, abnormal behavior, and also really gross.

—Dirty Laundry

Dear Dirty,
Perhaps your worries about hygiene arise from watching too much soft-core porn in which women get in the shower and soap their breasts for extended periods. This is not because breasts are intrinsically dirty but because such scenes are gratifying to dirty minds. If bra hygiene were an actual issue, don't you think American womanhood would have been subjected to decades of commercials along the lines of, "What's that smell?" "It's Myrna's bra. Someone has to tell her!" On your behalf, I actually polled some of the cleanest women I know on their bra-washing schedules. The answers ranged from "weekly" to "when my white bras look black and can walk themselves to the washing machine." The average was a monthly laundering. So your girlfriend's behavior is perfectly normal and neither unhygienic nor gross. I understand that the intimate rituals of the opposite sex can be mysterious and even repulsive to the uninitiated (see the recent letter on men searching their underwear for the Hope diamond). But if you want your girlfriend of six months to be your girlfriend six months from now, you will drop the judgmental tone and think of yourself as a lucky explorer of a fascinating, strange land.

—Prudie

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Trader Vicky's

mood: amused

Last week I met Arthur. My dear teacher assistant, May, for math 121 loves group interaction and discussions. This led to my somewhat reluctant socializing with my fellow peers. I was partnered with Arthur and our task was to answer the problem May assigned to us. Our question was: The zero vector space has no basis. True or False?

Before i could utter a single word Arthur blurted in one breath, "False because the span of the empty set is the zero vector alone and it is also linearly independent by definition....here i'll show." He then proceeded to flip to the exact page of what he was referring to in order to show me words he has just uttered almost verbatim seconds before.

Today after class i saw Arthur stride up to our professor and DECLARED to him that there was a mistake in the proof we learned in class today. I watched and grinned as our professor scratched his head and try to recollect himself.

I'm not sure about this Arthur dude. I'm still deciding whether or not i like him.

After class today i dropped by Trader Joes to pick out something for lunch. In the back of my mind i had already semi-decided what i wanted to get. On display, catching everyone's attention upon entering sat rows and rows of instant noodle soup meals for the amazing price of one dollar. I had been eyeballing it all week and after finally deciding to purchase it today, i choked and bought something else. Now first things first is that the other "thing" i bought was definitely more worth it than those noodle soups. When i saw them my first instinct was to compare size and prices. The noodle soup approximately 3 ounces and priced at one dollar. What i found was 11.6 ounces priced at 2 dollars. It looked more appetizing and came in a cute container. How could i resist? Here is what i got:


TRADER MING'S KUNG PAO NOODLES AND SAUCE :D

anways. i just wanted to share that with everyone. I highly recommend them, especially for those who are always busy. One word of warning: The sauce should be added at the eaters own discretion as it is quite heavy and a little overwhelming if consumed too much.

On my way back from Trader Joes, i observed a young african american female, munching away on popcorn with her child perhaps 2 years of age screeching away in a stroller. The lady stared at her daughter with an inexplicably hilarious expression and said "here" while shoving some popcorn in the her mouth. This immediately tranquilized the girl and I boarded the bus with a smile on my face.

I hope everyone's day was as funny as mine!

Peace.

An Important and Meaningful Life

The greatest thing about facebook (besides stalking) is that i dont even have to read the news anymore! Anything worth knowing will surely appear on someones status. i get local new/gossip and world wide news as well. I've even developed some sort of importance calculator that can judge how widely known a particular news is based on the amount of feeds i get on that specific subject. For example, if it weren't for facebook, i wouldn't know that the earthquake Haiti suffered last week was a staggering 7.0 and that recently they have had another one at a almost equally bad 6.1. Actually the first time i heard about Haiti was on facebook when i suddenly received several invitations to join the "cause." At first i thought: what? In the end i figured some sort of natural disaster likely equivalent to hurricane Katrina must've taken place to receive so much attention.

Ohhh facebook...

It is sad that i have succumbed to all the methods of the adolescent age and have given in to all the advertisements the mass media produces. I have turned my head from things of true importance and settled my eyes on metal and plastic (or maybe in my expensive case, gold and leather). Recently i have deluded myself into thinking that i am actually helping the greater good by continually lusting after and purchasing expensive merchandise. My reasoning is, that by being greedy and not the least bit frugal, i am helping the economy of our country by increasing the cash inflow/outflow so that somehow the United States of America will be able to stable out its own economy through the pure and utter gluttony of its citizens.

At times i wish people wouldn't remind me that "it doesnt't work that way." There is little to be done in order for me to be able to preserve what little self control i have left. However I do have contorted beliefs, that America's future lies in the hands of people like me.

Last week, in my number theory class, our dearly beloved professor took a weeks leave and left our class in the hands of our vapid TA. (I will leave our TA's name undisclosed in fear that she may stumble across my blog unawares or that somehow i could jeopardize her future goals in some obscure way if any corporations thinking about hiring her stumbles across my blog. So i will just refer to her as TA.) TA i fear leads an uninteresting life. The first day our class met her i knew immediately from her muffin top, choppy ponytail, and soft monotonous voice that we were in for a rough quarter. During discussion she would mumble into the board and occasionally stop for lengthy periods of times in order to rethink and backtrack on what she had just written. Needless to say, discussion droned on endlessly and uselessly due to her lack of preparation and lethargy.

Yet although the classed buzzed angrily behind her back, i felt that i had no heart to blame her or to be mad at her. I had every reason to be peeved at how poorly she conducted our learning time but i couldn't help feel sorry for her. Perhaps she came off insipid because that was simply how she was and had always been. I couldn't help wondering if her monotonous voice equaled a monotonous life. If that were the case then i suppose in her perspective, nothing would really matter including the learning process of her class which would in turn affect a future (hers) that wouldn't amount to very much either. This very thought depresses me and i guess has affected my reaction to her dull teaching. Anyways i wouldn't hope a boring life on anyone and hopefully none of you all have boring lives worthy of being pitied on. My only hope is that i am wrong and that TA parties all night long and has a life full of meaning.

Anyways,

Peace

Yohhhhh-ga

mood: peaceful

I am SO going to Japan.

Today was the first day of yoga class. I meandered aimlessly around the arc in search of the room where the class would take place. When i finally found it with the help of another fellow yoga classmate (who i knew was taking the class as well judging by the yoga mat in her arms), i was about 10 minutes early. There were two other girls already there and so i picked a random spot on the ground and settled myself down. Soon the room was filled with about 20-25 people all female except for two lonely men. The teacher strode in with perfect legs butt and poise. I thought to myself, this is the best decision i have ever made, i am going to look like her.

The teacher, Cindy, turns on the music and with a calm soothing voice instructs us to begin with the basic lotus pose. I continued thinking to myself, YES i am so awesome this is easy peasy! I am centered! the world is balanced! Peace on earth! Chi! Feng shui! Soon we were twisted into a complex pretzel balancing on one leg. I thought ok, this is kinda difficult and i keep falling over. about half an hour into the class, things are getting painful. At one point i removed one sock in order to balance myself better. Cindy, made her 3rd visit to where i was struggling and corrected my pose. "straighten your spine...goood...level your head....very good....now...do you always like having just one sock on?" i realized how ridiculous i mustve looked and couldnt contain myself from giggling. When i was beyond myself in fits of laughter i toppled over while the teacher walked away laughing at me, the crazy one. By the end of the class, both of my socks had found their way off my feet and Cindy had revisited me twice more. And yet somehow, despite my futile attempts at yoga i felt pleased and accomplished.

I shall await each class eagerly...but for now

peace

Killing Time

mood: content, contemplative,

Thursday, Ashley and i contemplated deeply on all the possible things we could do to kill time during the 2 long hours between orchestra and acapella. First i returned the ridiculously priced math textbook to the bookstore after finally receiving the one i had been expecting in the mail. In the end i paid less than half of the price marked at the bookstore. Needless to say, i feel like for once i have finally defeated the system when i saw that i had saved a whopping grand total of two hundred and six dollars and thirty two cents this quarter on books alone.

When Ashley and i decided to fill our minds with lust after material things by reading magazines, i settled myself down a massive plush armchair in the magazine corner of the bookstore, stacked Lucky and Nylon next to me and then proceeded to peel back the pages of Vogue. This months Vogue did a special on an "insight to Rachel McAdams life." She lives a life that i believe many people dream to have, or at least I wish i had. Rachel is one of those actresses who could blend straight back into the real world and not be affected by all the glamor and poshyness of Hollywood. She doesn't care much for fashion and couture according to those who have worked with her. I do not think this is fair. This woman is sexy, famous, and yet satisfied with just tasting homemade churned ice cream with a close friend rather than attending ritzy upper east parties hosted by swanky socialites. Anyways, there is not much that i am going with this except that Rachel McAdams is cool and that she is now my new idol. I will have to work extra hard on not shamelessly becoming particularly doe-eyed and weak when walking through a department store, namely Nordstrom or Bloomingdales, as well as not wishing i were made of money.

Magazine number two, Nylon, had an interesting article in it declaring that stilettos would soon be replaced by clogs! Ha! Funny that a chunk of wood should soon replace the thin delicate icicle of a heel and be considered higher fashion. In my opinion, i do not believe comfort would be placed over aesthetics so soon. Although truthfully, clogs may not be the most comfortable things either. This reminded of my self ages ago when i use to wear sweat pants and t-shirts everyday to school. I cannot remember what possessed my mind to dress so hideously those days except for comfort. I guess sometimes i still tend to choose comfort when choosing what to wear each morning so im a little relieved that the stiletto is becoming the clog. Oh fashion. Anyways who knows what the future will bring, I only hope to see it with my own eyeballs.

Peace.

Resolutions

Mood: indifferent

On January first 2009 i resolved to try something new:

-acapella
-choir
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This year i have made a new years resolution that i believe by far from all my other new years resolutions will be most difficult for me to achieve. Its one of those "fail once and doom yourself for eternity" (well at least until next year) kind of resolution.

I will blog at least once a week all year. That means minimum approximately 52 posts in this 365 day year all spread out evenly and consistently. Of course this is going to be difficult because i am giving myself guidelines:

-as previously mentioned minimum one blog post per week
-no meaningless blogs (specifically the "I POSTED THIS WEEK" kinds)
-blogs may pertain to anything however it must be significant or something notable to me
-"weeks" begin and end on Sunday at 11:59 pm
-each blog will address a certain "mood" (whether it be mine is insignificant) and end with "peace"


Although it may not seem like a lot of bullet notes, but im sure this will be enough to make me go crazy all year. And i plan to stick to this like a homework assignment...LIKE WEBASSIGN, AND APLIA, AND WEBWORKS. MAHAHAHAHAHAH.

anyways. just a taste of insanity and wats to come.

peace