A girl just can't win. If I go to a auto mechanic's with a male, everyone ends up talking to the guy, whether or not the guy knows anything about cars at all. This even applies to buying skateboards, bikes, basically anything other than a Special Edition Teen Pregnancy Barbie. That is the world of straight men--a patriarchal society.
But I live in a world of gay men. You'd think they'd be more willing to dust off societal boundaries, and share some "man talk" with me...you'd think. But no, Aaron still gets all the love. (Not surprising, I know, given the extreme interest gay men seem to have for his young, nubile body.) But even the ones that know he's married and--what's more--straight!, end up talking to him. Oh, I get a hello here and there, but Aaron gets stopped on the way out to have 45 minute conversations with people. Where are my lesbian compadres?!
What do I have to do to get some attention around here, strip down? Oh wait, that won't work either. Damn.

My sister's boyfriend singing in chinese, holding their bunny...I'm thinking youtube sensation.



I'm not sure what the original song sounds like, but I know I can understand some of the words just based on his rendition. I'll post a sound clip or video of the original if I can find it.

I must have one! I plan on zipping one up in my hoodie and taking it to the movies.

In other news, the hermit crab has reemerged from molting, and succeeded in regrowing his large claw. This is a hermit crab that we've had since I was in 6th or 7th grade. For its first 9 years, it lived in a 5in x 12in plastic container in our bathroom. My mom cleaned it religiously, since it basically became her pet after the first few weeks. Actually, back then there were 2, and then my dad bought another 2 to keep it company, but this one was the only one who survived. Then, my senior year of college, after my poor fish died, I brought the hermit crab to Austin and put him/her (I always think of him as male for some reason...) in the 5 gallon tank. Then, once we got to Dallas, it lost its large claw in a molt. I ended up doing some research on crabs (like, research that should've been done 11 years ago) and figured out that he should have salt and fresh water in his cage, that sand is important for molting, and what kind of food he should have. He's always lived on gravel, and apparently they're supposed to burrow in sand to molt, so now he's in a 10 gallon tank with sand and gravel and all the amenities that a spoiled hermit should have...even a bubbler pool, which I am jealous of, because I want a pool inside my house! Anyways, about a week and a half after he got his new cage, he buried himself in the sand and didn't come out for two months. But now he's back : )

Today me and Aaron went walking around the ghetto with Dwight. On one corner, a guy started asking Aaron for change--"33 cents, man, I gotta get some food."
Aaron replies, "Sorry, I don't have any change."
Guy: "What you talkin 'bout? It's right there." (pointing to Dwight's full poop bag)
Aaron: "That's dog crap."
Guy: "That ain't no boo-boo."

Oh and this weekend, we went to the Rio Grande supermarket down the street to get 6 for $1 avocados and 4 for $1 paper towels, as advertised. At the checkout lane, we found out that that's with a minimum $10 purchase. Lame.
But then on the way out we had some corn in a cup (+sour cream, butter, lime juice, salt and parmesan cheese) that was heavenly.

Currently working at the library, trying to study Neuroscience. Not only is it boring, but futile as well. No matter how much I outline, read, and print out pictures, I will never remember or even care where the f-ing thalamus is.

So bored...
I just got back from Austin, where Elissa had her wedding--it was definitively the most fun I've had in years. Two, to be exact, ever since I moved to this pit of boredom called Dallas. I can't even talk about what we did, because it will just depress me to think about how much fun it was, and how, for a very short weekend, I had friends and fun. : ( The world's smallest violin is playing for me.

Anyways, here's some things that are preventing me from total catatonia:
--Miss Guided: this show that comes on right before lost on abc. really hilarious, and is getting me through the weeks until new lost episodes come back on.
--The Mist: Aaron and I started watching it before I left for work, and the only thing keeping me studying now (except for this short blogging break) is so that I can finish it without guilt when I get home.
--books! I shouldn't be, but I am. I can't help it. They are definitely messing up my studytime.
--Aaron. One of the great things about being married is having a constant companion, that no one can prevent you from having--going home for Christmas? No more separate beds and bedrooms. Stay up as late as you want, whispering and giggling with your spouse! Very freeing.

p.s.
Why are all the terms for marriage partners lame?
1. husband--sounds so forbidding, like he may start deducting from your monthly allowance and bitch slapping you at any moment. Try it. Tell any telemarketer, "Well, I need to talk to my husband about this before I make a decision." See if they don't give you an awkward pause while they imagine what an ogre you must be married to.
2. spouse--rhymes with "louse." Need I say more?

Anyways, I think we should work hard and come up with some new ones. My favorites so far:
1. partner in crime
2. compatriot
..."Well sir, I must speak to my partner in crime/compatriot about this before I make any final decisions."
Much less intimidating, don't you think?