The question: Will I ever learn to not put pizza that I just got out of a 450 degree oven into my mouth, thus burning myself painfully?

The answer: No.

  posted by Matthew @ 6:06 PM

 
To follow up my previous blog entry: it doesn't take a lot of time with me to get past the bad first impression, I don't think. It varies, depending on the situation.

More random observations: I make a much better "guy-friend" than I would a boyfriend.

Peggy rocks. She gave me the recipe and detailed instructions (as well as helping me pick out and purchase the ingredients) for this delicious noodley chickeny thing that I just gorged myself on. I didn't know how much it would make, so I ended up making like three bowls of the stuff, even though I've only been able to eat two. Maybe I'll get my second wind, soon. She's holding my hand in such a nice way as I cross the threshold into actual cooking! She roxxorz.

Oof. I am so full of chicken and noodles.

I like my classes this semester. Particularly my journalism film class, because we watch movies (lots of really good ones) and of the thirteen students in the class, I am the only male. Tell me that doesn't rock.



  posted by Matthew @ 8:40 PM

 
Realization: I do not make a very good first impression.

  posted by Matthew @ 6:27 PM

 
Fuck you, melatonin!

Last night, you worked great, and I slept really well. Tonight, instead of making me sleepy, you've just made me feel fucked-up, which - though perhaps a little bit fun - is not what I need right now. Bastard pill. I'm too weirdly groggly and out of focus to do any of the mountains of reading I need to do for Thursday, but I can't fall asleep either.

  posted by Matthew @ 3:59 AM