Food and such

I'd been drinking coffee again the last few days, so today I weened myself. This meant a guaranteed migraine and a slept-through day. The headache wasn't as bad as it could have been (thank you, Migranal), but I was certainly unconscious a lot. Freud's being all snuggly. He's so cute when he's worried about me. I woke up very hungry at one point and ate two bananas in quick succession, followed by shell pasta with seasoned ground beef in vodka sauce. I'm not always a huge fan of tomato sauce, but put vodka in it and mmm mmm delicious. Put vodka in anything, really...I'm trying to come up with something that would be ruined by vodka and nothing comes to mind. Chocolate syrup...pickle juice...so long as it started edible, vodka can't really ruin it, it seems. It wouldn't necessarily improve some things, like I don't see it being particularly worthwhile in chicken soup, but no combinations as horrible as toothpaste and orange juie or anything. Facinating.

Even though I made pleanty of times before I even met Brian, I still associate beefy pasta with Brian. All those winter terms and debates over the significance of covering the boiling water and what constitutes "too much" rosemary; it's a food that will be forever tied to that friendship. There are other foods that always make me think of other people, too. Corn pops, chow mein cookies, and fruit roll-ups are pure Jeni, eggplants are my mother, arichoke hearts are my sister, brie cheese is my cousin Laura (we used to hollow out the entire wedge together, avoiding the skin), wings are a combination of Brian and Matt. My brother, I'm afraid, is still linked to Spagetti-Os, thanks to his toddler habbit of getting them all over his face, including in his ears. Interestingly enough, some of my very best friends don't really have specific foods. Hannah is just the concept of eating fast, Toph and Diana get beverages (Guiness and water respectively, the latter being responsible for the first time I ever considered water to be a real drink). I think of Ellen when I drive past RJ Grunts, and Amy has somehow escaped without a single food association.

I have a tiny little canker sore on the tip of my tongue and it hurts a lot.

I watched Platoon tonight on tv and now the Barber Adagio for Strings is in my head. That's one of those pieces that I love hearing and hated playing.

Best thing about being on Blogger instead of Friendster: I don't have to worry about the fucking monthly picture upload limits. Those sucked. I was good about staying under 50 pics a month, but I hated rationing and often if I found something better or didn't like the way a pic looked I'd keep it because I didn't want to "waste" my quota.

My hands smell like garlic.

Tomorrow my mom and I are going to the What Not to Wear thing at Woodfield Mall. I hope it doesn't completely suck, because I am excited. I have no real fashion sense and I really just want somebody to tell me how to dress and how to do my hair and makeup. I also really want "girlfriends" around here who aren't my mom, but that requires my acquiring girlfrines, a skill I've never been great at.

One of my Kids Klub students is a really good writer (considering he's not quite 7). I always knew I liked this kid, but when he spat out four pages in complete, well-written sentences, I better understood why. He gets in trouble a lot in school, but I think it's because he's bored. He knows most of the answers already, so he stops listening and starts goofing around. I'm guessing if someone gave him extra work or side projects or something he'd be much better off. Reminds me a lot of my brother and a little of myself once I realized getting in trouble wasn't the end of the world (though I was already 11 or 12 by that time).