Bits of Wisdom

So yesterday was the fateful day that I got my wisdom teeth (plus two molars...for braces purposes : ) removed. Heres what I learned.

1. Owls are probably some of the ugliest creatures on earth. What does this have to do with oral surgery? Not a whole heck of a lot, but there was this magazine in the waiting room with a picture of an owl on it, and they are really scary looking. The just stare at you...with those big yellow eyes....

2. Anaesthetics are wikid awesome. At first I was really quite frightened of going under, but I was pleasantly amazed at how effective it was. I was certain that I would wake up in the middle of surgery (and although it would get me a nice little sum of money, it wouldnt be very enjoyable) but fortunately enough, nothing of the sort happened. It was actually probably the best sleep I had in a long long time. I would strongly consider becoming an anaesthesiologist, if it werent for the constant threat of getting the scrubs sued off me. I beleive they have to endure the most malpractice lawsuits out of any medical profession.

3. Nothing except for two dangerously high-dose shots of gravol will make me even the littlest bit drowsy. So i was expecting to be pretty out of it yesterday after the anaesthesia, but i found myself to be instantly refreshed after waking up. Not even a little bit tired. Furthermore, one would think after about 6 tablets of tylenol 3 and about the same number of advils, one might get the teensiest bit sleepy. Not me though. It was like i was wonder woman (or to clarify for some..wonder 'women') and the drowsiness bullets were ricocheting off my cuffs left and right. Pathetic analogy I know, but i just watched an episode of justicle league so sue me.

4. With a puffy face, I look like a 7 year old. If my face were more chipmunk-esque like i was anticipating, it might have been better because everyone would know that my appearance was due to wisdom teeth. But since I didnt get too much swelling, my face is just slightly rotund, like an innocent little preschooler. How lovely. Like i dont have enough problems looking my age. Reminds me of the time I went to go see X-men in theaters. I wasnt dressed in any particular adolescent way. Just wearing my glasses like always, a pair of jeans like always, but the ticket guy had to ask to make sure if I was over 12...I was 16 at the time.

So now Im going to spend this wonderful new years eve sitting in my basement with my puffy face watching Dodgeball. Good times. Hope everyone has a rockin new years eve. Chipmunk out.

But why?

Why is it that every character in the lord of the rings movies has blue eyes? I know for a fact that some of the actors dont have blue eyes naturally, so what is the purpose? Does peter jackson just have some sort of personal vandetta against brown eyed (or green eyed or grey eyed or whatever eyed) people, or does it actually serve some symbolic significance?

RIP Ricky Martin

I heard 'shake your bon bon' today at the mall.

Although I have to admit, I thought the world cup song was catchy, I think the world is a slightly better place now that Ricky's out of the picture. To those who disagree I mean no offence, but come on...shake your bon bon? You have to admit, it was a sad day in lyrical history.

To Ricky Martin wherever you are, keep livin la vida loca my friend.

Hats off to the resolution keepers

So New year's is just around the corner, and I was thinking about resolutions. I dont think Ive ever even made a new year's resolution let alone keep one. Is it because I dont have the will power or patience to stick to something for a whole year? Yes. Ive never resolved to eat healthier, mainly because Im way too indulgent and have little self control. Never resolved to exercise more, mainly because Im way too lazy. Never resolved to watch less tv, mainly because its my primary means of escaping reality, and I just love it so.

I really admire the people who make and keep new year's resolutions. They see something in their life that could use improvement and improve it, instead of becoming a victim of their own lack of initiative. God knows I could take a hint from those people. So this year I think I finally will. Dont know what my resolution will be, Im thinking I should start small (I'll have to work my way up to those hard ones I mentioned before), but I'll have to give it some serious thought.

Shopaholic does christmas

So I gotta say, christmas present shopping is the only time I actually dont like to go shopping. And i know what you all are thinking. Manik?? Not enjoy shopping? Am I dreaming? Is the world imploding? Has Manik been replaced with an NS-5? Did she finally crack and get drunk? Actually none of the above. I am perfectly sane, and not a robot. Christmas shopping, is not fun. And not because I have to buy things for other people instead of myself. I love buying presents for people. Birthdays are great. But christmas....arg.

I have however gotten smarter. I have learned through many a years of experience, that you avoid west ed at all costs, unless you have a death wish. (I opted for downtown instead, much less insane crowd, but also much less store selection, unless you only plan on going to Holt or club monaco. Note: ever since the club monaco at west ed was renovated, the inventory has decreased dramatically. I think downtown has a bigger selection, but you may have to go to both if you're a big die-hard CM fan like me...which i dont think anyone is, but just in case.) It is inevitable, that the second you find that shirt that's perfect for whats-her-face, some shorty with over-plucked eyebrows wearing a mini-skirt with ugg boots in freezing cold weather will jump you from behind and scratch you until you bleed and cry and surrender the garment. Also avoid west ed unless you have no problems walking behind some 240 pound woman in sweatpants moving painfully slow right in front of you, and you cant pass her because she waddles side to side and the oncoming traffic just never ends. I dont mean to be mean or anything, but you know what people Im talking about. They very much do exist. And you always seem to be right behind them ten minutes before the mall closes.

But unfortunately, no matter how smart of a holiday shopper one gets, you still cant avoid the pain of not finding a single darn thing...for anyone. Is it that I become particularly picky? No. Is it that there is absolutely nothing good in the stores? Partially. But i think mostly its the sensory overload. There is just way too much stuff. And maybe I am particularly picky, but when everything is in a massive pile on a counter and you have 15 people huddled around it like hyenas around a lion carcass (I know its some nasty imagery, but can you deny it?), things just dont look quite as appealing. And the only stores that look appealing, are insanely expensive. Yes, I have expensive tast. Try as I might, there is no denying it. And I sincerely wish I could buy everyone great presents, but when you have to shop for 17 people, you get a little limited.

Thats the other frustrating thing about christmas. The sheer volume of people. Seriously, Im an only child. You think that would come in handy at times like this. You think that would mean less people to buy for. Therein lies the downside to the close extended family. And it just does not stop getting bigger!! My family needs to take some advice from those genius chinese...one baby per household, or we sell the extras.

Furthermore, after hours on end of shopping (still not done by the way, hitting the dreaded west ed tomorrow) and you're exhausted and cranky and all scratched up by ms. loves-her-tweezers always manage to see someone you know. Or worse, someone who knows you, and that you just cannot for life of you remember his name, or far that matter, where on earth you know him from. This is roughly how that goes.
"Hey Manik!" Oh god, he knows me well, he can pronounce my name right.
..."Hey!...there!"
"Hows it going? I havent seen you in a while."
"Ya I know eh? Its good, how are you?" come on long term memory...do that thing you do!
"Im good"
"Thats good. But Oh I gotta get going. It was great seeing you!" stupid useless LTM.

It is exhausting. Physically, mentally, and emotionally draining. But yet, I just cant enough of shopping. And even though the christmas season at the mall scares the bejeesus out of me, I cant stop myself from going. It has to be done, and no one else can be trusted. Im addicted. Its like an abusive relationship. Right now Im in the abuse phase, but come january ...the honeymoon begins.

Ding dong the witch is dead (or, do you ever think about the universe?)

And by witch I mean final exam week. Im done!! And what better way to celebrate than by writing me very first blog?! The answer is there is no better way!! So right now I could be saying "so this is my first blog...I dont really know what to do...any suggestions?" like so many people before me, but I feel well acquainted with the wonderful world of blogging, so Im just gonna get right into the good stuff. Well, as good of stuff as someone with a life as flavorful as a rice cake can possibly talk about.

Well, yesterday was definately a not-so-good day. After getting a whole-2 hours of sleep (impressive eh ames?), I went to school (aka house of pain) two write a lovely physiology midterm. Now this was one mother of an exam. Very, very bad. And after, I couldnt even take a minute to sob silently in the bathroom, cuz I had to head straight to the library and cram for my psych final that was about to commence in a mere three hours, and seeing as how barely looked at the material, I had quite a lot of cramming to do. Well, the psych exam came and went (not too great, but not significantly horrible I dont think), and as I was walking out I thought id give lauren (aka Speedy McFastpants who left early) a call and see what she thought of the good ol exam. So Im talkin to her as I walk to SUB, where she just happens to be, and i notice that she's feeling especially talkative, which was a little odd, since our cell convos are usually pretty short, especially if Im about to see her in 3 minutes, and we actually end up talking my whole walk to SUB.

Now this is where the horrible day becomes significantly less horrible, because as I walk towards the couch where lauren is sitting, I see that she's not alone. At the adjacent couch sits an older man, Im guessing late 20s to early 30s, pretty nerdy looking, with the short mousy brown hair and a generally awkward look about him. I come up to lauren, greet her with a generic "hey", put down my bag, and to my astonishment, the man speaks to me.

"So do you ever think about what the universe is made of?". Im a bit taken aback. First of all, you're old and I dont know you, and second of all...what?? I look at lauren and she just stares back at me with an expression that can be pretty much summed up in two words "save me". Suddenly, the lengthy telephone convo starts to make a bit more sense.

"Um, not really" is my reply. Who is this psycho?
"So you dont think much about the universe or space or what constitutes it or anything like that?"
"Not particularly no." What is he on??
"Do you know anyone who does?"
"Um, I cant really think of anyone." Shut up already you big, big loser.
"Well you know one person who does." He glances over at lauren.
Oh lauren, what did you get yourself into?
So I sit, and lauren has her laptop out (sorry I mean franklin) and as this creepy guy continues to talk about the universe I take a look at the open word document on franklin and see lauren has typed something. "This guy is f*$&%in nuts". Lauren has a potty mouth now. But I concur.

So Im sitting now, two friends sitting together, and you would think, any guy with any knowledge of social situations whatsoever would shut up, thank lauren for the retarded conversation she had with him while she sat alone, and leave, now that shes not alone. But this guy was really something else. He must have been from a planet in his precious "universe" that didnt have any social boundaries, because for some reason I could not comprehend, he would just not stop talking, even though to any normal preson it would be crystal clear that we. are. not. interested. He keeps going on about what classes lauren is taking and if she discussed the universe in those classes ( I think he got that I had no viewpoint that i was willing to share so he left me alone...thank god), and as he rambles on, lauren writes little messages about how this guy seeked her out and was talking to her the whole time, and how scary he is and how she's worried he was gonna steal her, and Im trying to do everything humanly possible to stop from bursting out laughing while lauren with an impressively straight face humors the psycho.

note on franklin "create a diverson".

"Oh lauren we should go our ride is here" I say very unconvincingly since i have this massive smile on my face, but it works, and we get up to leave.

And the guy is still talking.

To lauren: "so would you say that have more guy friends or girl friends? Because Ive noticed that more guys talk about this kinda stuff than girls...would you consider yourself a tomboy?" she responds hurridly.

We're putting on our coats now.

To me: "so would you consider yourself a tomboy?" You do not get the message do you? Have you ever had any human contact before? For the love of all that holy, STOP TALKING.
"Well Im not particularly girly, but I dont know if Im a tomboy"
"So you're feminine, but strong" he says with a little punch for emphasis.
Did this guy actually say that? Did those words actually come out of his mouth? Did he actually just make that gesture? I cant contain myself.
"yes, i guess I am." I say trying to contain a giggle but i cant, so my voice comes out all shaky.

Finally we leave. Ive gotta say, having lauren as a friend is really entertaining. This kinda stuff just doesnt happen to anyone else, and i was oh so glad i was there to witness it all. I definately needed that little cheer-up in the midst of all the madness. Or was that the epitome of the madness? Hard to say. All I can say is this...."what do YOU think the universe is made of?" I know a guy who would just love to hear your thoughts about it.

Now Im gonna go pass out for many hours.