07. 10. LUNCH

짜장면: noodles with stir-fried black bean sauce

It’s true, I confess, this is the same picture that I used on the very first day. But so what? If I had the same food at the same food court, logically am I not eating the same thing? Of course it’s not as biologically sound an argument as Craig Ferguson’s plan of eating the same hamburger twice, but I think it’s decent enough. Never mind that the sauce was more watery than before, and also didn’t come in separate bowls, as well as the side dishes being slightly different. These are but trifles! The spirit is the same! Also, we had tickets for the Red Cliffs movie, so we were in a bit of a hurry. I realized in the elevator that I’d forgotten my camera, but like I said, I am not a slave to this blog. I declare it. I defy you, stars!

07. 10. BREAKFAST

crackers with tuna salad

When this blog began, it was somewhat pseudo-semi-literary, or at least that was my intention. The dismal quality of the writing has stayed level, but increasingly my intentions are turning toward the unambitious. By now I am just like “okay here is food here is some text go run wild be free” and free spirits are awesome but we must curb ourselves somehow. I don’t think I’m doing anything soon to remedy this, but I’m just noting it. You know. I had a nice breakfast and a nice shower and I dressed nicely (no, serious, I didn’t look like a freshly washed hobo today) and my mom drove me to school because she was sorry for going missing late last night. And then class was canceled. Actually apparently it’s something to do with the professor’s family, so I don’t think I should be annoyed or angry, but it is rather disappointing when not in light of the circumstances. So I headed straight back home, and let me tell you, sister, the inner-city circle subway at half past nine is not something anyone should have to take. There’s no room to even stumble. It’s good practice for fitting in a coffin, though.