I have a special place in my greedy little heart for good, solid, sharp kitchen knives. Really sharp. Well tended.
A good knife is a beautiful thing, and should be treated like what it is- a really useful, important tool.
Wow, I sound like a freaky chef, or something. Not odd, since I considered that for a while, before packing up my life and running away to New Zealand to fail miserably at school.
So I got here, right? After two years spent with a beautiful knife with good balance, a great ability to hold an edge, a thick enough blade that I didn't have to worry about it wandering off, and a lovely strong wooden handle.
The housing people provide 5 cooking knives. They are all serated. Serated knives are the spawn of evil deamon beings- like republicans, or single people who live in cities and commute 45 minutes a day in SUV's.
So I bought a chef knife. A cheap one, I admit. A really cheap one. The blade wobbles a bit when you try to cut through harder things- like onions or potatos. But it was sharp, and had a decent edge, and would do, ya know?
Then the roommates began cooking. They lack all knife skillz. They are not l33t. I forgot I was cooking dried beans and they burned. They tried to cook pasta, couldn't, and have given up on pasta forever.
This would be fine, of course, if they weren't using my knife. I wouldn't mind, if they knew how to use a knife. They don't. They bought 4 plastic cutting boards, one for each type of thing you cook- color coded and everything. They even change between them, depending on what they're cooking. But they don't wash the knife off. They toss my sweet little knife in the drying rack along with everything else, rather than washing it, drying it right away, and putting it back where it belongs. It has develpoed a sad sort of lack of sharpness, and an even more disturbing selection of dings. And they've used my knife- the vegetarians knife- to cut meat. ARGH! deamon spawn roommates.
Heck, the least they could do is learn to use it right.
Hate hate hate people who have no knife skills at all. It's not that tough. just takes some practice. Just... not with *my* knife, ok???
ugh. Roommates.
j.
April 24, 2006
April 23, 2006
Homesickness strikes again. And again. And....
I am battling the homesickness deamon.
I've written about this elsewhere, but I figure the random people who wander over to the other places I'm writing really don't want to read about it.
It does sort of fit here, though.
Normally, for vet school (or the bit before) you move away. I mean, it happens, right? There are only so many schools, and there probably isn't one where you live, even if you live in one of the states that has one. Heck, even if you live in one of the states that has two. There's a heck of a lot of ground between Davis and Western, ya know.
But that is, I think, maybe a bit different. Or I just want to pretend it is. I mean. Say you're from, I don't know, Kansas, right? and you get into school in Florida. You move miles and miles away, but... it's still the same country, you *can* drive home for longer breaks, the money's the same, the tv's the same (well... close enough) the spelling's the same, and the junk food, and the dvd region, and so on. So yeah, you're a thousand miles from home, but your family there is only an hour or two off your life, and you can call them, or get calls from them, all the time.
Over here? money looks funny. Really really funny. It has the queen of england on it. I don't know about you guys, but I really don't want money with old live ladies on it. I'd rather have money with interesting dead ladies. I am all about interesting.
And then there's the junk food. No doritos, diet soda tastes funny, Jack is nearly prohibitively expensive, taco bell doesn't exist, and there is no jack cheese. At all. That I've found, anyway. Add to that truly crappy tortilla chips, and nachos just aren't fun any more.
And they all talk funny, and look english. Ok, so only about half of them look english. The rest of them look like they are from all over the place. It's like if england invaded the SF bay area, and everyone started talking funny.
And it's freaking fall over here. It's april, but it's fall. Everyone I know (on the sane side of the earth) is getting ready for school to be over, it's hot over there, and I'm on my way into yet another winter. Not that bad a winter, actually, probably not much worse than a Wyoming summer, but...
and right now, with everyones clocks moved for the season, it's 8 hours difference from here to home. So if I want to call, I either have to stay up late, or wake up really early, or else it's either work time for them, or too late over there, or I'm in class. Heck, even if I were calling CA it's a 5 hour difference.
And did I mention that everyone over here is short?
I went to a bar like a month ago, (2 weeks, actually...) and on the floor of the wanna-be-club bar I was probably the tallest person there, excluding the bouncers, and I can't even be sure of them, since they were standing on tables and platforms, and stuff.
And to make that short thing even worse, the guys are all ugly too!
Now I know I'm not the hottest thing ever to step off a plane, but... wow, people. I heard all these great rumors for years and years about hot Kiwi boys, how great they are, how yummy to look at, how yummy to listen to, Just how yummy.
Where are these yummy boys? I really wouldn't mind looking at a few. As I said, I'm not the hottest thing to step off a plane, but that doesn't mean I don't like nice scenery. Dude, a girls gotta have something, right? And if the male company can't at least be clever, or not puking drunk, they could try to be hot. Well, untill they start the puking thing. that's totally not working for me.
I mean, honestly people, is it really so much to ask, that a town this size have at least, say, 3 dozen hot guys who just magically appear when I need something nice to look at? Or at least the possibility of seeing them around if I wander farther afield? Do they all hide out somewhere else? Is it my non-studying reclusiveness that's doing me in? Is it my need to at least pretend to be working at this school thing, and so not taking off for other cities/ towns/ islands on the weekends that's keeping me from seeing new and interesting, and yummy things?
And worse that all of that (yes, even the remarkable dearth of hot guys) is the homesickness is making me just angry enough that I'm not willing to be careful combing my hair, so now I want to chop it off. Not all of it. I'm not that bad, tho now that I think about it... maybe that ugly spiky no-hair look would be good for a while. Ok, so I need something to identify me as female. And something else to identify me as straight. Flattering as it is to be hit on by chicks, it's really not my thing. So maybe cutting all the hair off isn't a good idea. But....
Damn, I hate it when I get all hair-choppy. I've been like this for a while now. Am doing strange and interesting things to the hair to keep me happy/ interested/ willing to keep it long and relatively healthy.
In actual school related news, easter break seems to be chugging along just fine without me. Well, I do seem to be breaking, just not how I should/ could.
If I were breaking how I should, I would be spending half the days reading chem and stuff, reviewing, studying, learning all the crap I missed before, and the other half of the days following some vet around, getting more experience.
Speaking of which. Wonder if it's too late to get a day or two of extra experience now. They might say what I've got isn't enough. Then again, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to pull off the grades for it this year. Oh, well, at least I'll have the stupid test out of the way. I think. And I have to fill out my actual application. Need that done. It being due next monday, and all. Can we say ouch?
j.
I've written about this elsewhere, but I figure the random people who wander over to the other places I'm writing really don't want to read about it.
It does sort of fit here, though.
Normally, for vet school (or the bit before) you move away. I mean, it happens, right? There are only so many schools, and there probably isn't one where you live, even if you live in one of the states that has one. Heck, even if you live in one of the states that has two. There's a heck of a lot of ground between Davis and Western, ya know.
But that is, I think, maybe a bit different. Or I just want to pretend it is. I mean. Say you're from, I don't know, Kansas, right? and you get into school in Florida. You move miles and miles away, but... it's still the same country, you *can* drive home for longer breaks, the money's the same, the tv's the same (well... close enough) the spelling's the same, and the junk food, and the dvd region, and so on. So yeah, you're a thousand miles from home, but your family there is only an hour or two off your life, and you can call them, or get calls from them, all the time.
Over here? money looks funny. Really really funny. It has the queen of england on it. I don't know about you guys, but I really don't want money with old live ladies on it. I'd rather have money with interesting dead ladies. I am all about interesting.
And then there's the junk food. No doritos, diet soda tastes funny, Jack is nearly prohibitively expensive, taco bell doesn't exist, and there is no jack cheese. At all. That I've found, anyway. Add to that truly crappy tortilla chips, and nachos just aren't fun any more.
And they all talk funny, and look english. Ok, so only about half of them look english. The rest of them look like they are from all over the place. It's like if england invaded the SF bay area, and everyone started talking funny.
And it's freaking fall over here. It's april, but it's fall. Everyone I know (on the sane side of the earth) is getting ready for school to be over, it's hot over there, and I'm on my way into yet another winter. Not that bad a winter, actually, probably not much worse than a Wyoming summer, but...
and right now, with everyones clocks moved for the season, it's 8 hours difference from here to home. So if I want to call, I either have to stay up late, or wake up really early, or else it's either work time for them, or too late over there, or I'm in class. Heck, even if I were calling CA it's a 5 hour difference.
And did I mention that everyone over here is short?
I went to a bar like a month ago, (2 weeks, actually...) and on the floor of the wanna-be-club bar I was probably the tallest person there, excluding the bouncers, and I can't even be sure of them, since they were standing on tables and platforms, and stuff.
And to make that short thing even worse, the guys are all ugly too!
Now I know I'm not the hottest thing ever to step off a plane, but... wow, people. I heard all these great rumors for years and years about hot Kiwi boys, how great they are, how yummy to look at, how yummy to listen to, Just how yummy.
Where are these yummy boys? I really wouldn't mind looking at a few. As I said, I'm not the hottest thing to step off a plane, but that doesn't mean I don't like nice scenery. Dude, a girls gotta have something, right? And if the male company can't at least be clever, or not puking drunk, they could try to be hot. Well, untill they start the puking thing. that's totally not working for me.
I mean, honestly people, is it really so much to ask, that a town this size have at least, say, 3 dozen hot guys who just magically appear when I need something nice to look at? Or at least the possibility of seeing them around if I wander farther afield? Do they all hide out somewhere else? Is it my non-studying reclusiveness that's doing me in? Is it my need to at least pretend to be working at this school thing, and so not taking off for other cities/ towns/ islands on the weekends that's keeping me from seeing new and interesting, and yummy things?
And worse that all of that (yes, even the remarkable dearth of hot guys) is the homesickness is making me just angry enough that I'm not willing to be careful combing my hair, so now I want to chop it off. Not all of it. I'm not that bad, tho now that I think about it... maybe that ugly spiky no-hair look would be good for a while. Ok, so I need something to identify me as female. And something else to identify me as straight. Flattering as it is to be hit on by chicks, it's really not my thing. So maybe cutting all the hair off isn't a good idea. But....
Damn, I hate it when I get all hair-choppy. I've been like this for a while now. Am doing strange and interesting things to the hair to keep me happy/ interested/ willing to keep it long and relatively healthy.
In actual school related news, easter break seems to be chugging along just fine without me. Well, I do seem to be breaking, just not how I should/ could.
If I were breaking how I should, I would be spending half the days reading chem and stuff, reviewing, studying, learning all the crap I missed before, and the other half of the days following some vet around, getting more experience.
Speaking of which. Wonder if it's too late to get a day or two of extra experience now. They might say what I've got isn't enough. Then again, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to pull off the grades for it this year. Oh, well, at least I'll have the stupid test out of the way. I think. And I have to fill out my actual application. Need that done. It being due next monday, and all. Can we say ouch?
j.
April 10, 2006
great new study aid
quick-like with the money stuff-
the loan came through at 11934NZD.
school took their money-
down to 11469.50
sent money home to pay cc's- down to about 5400 (and 3500USD)
then it splits-
Paid dad USD800,
Paid cc's USD570 and change-
about 2300 left there
paid rent- 690
paid rent- 230
bought food/ jack/ toys- ~200
remaining- 4268.**NZD
money owed- way too freaking much.
on to next subject- There is a need in the world for hot guys with yummy voices. There are jobs for them. Most of them pay in beer or sex. I'm looking for one such guy- pays beer. Cheap beer. In exchange, said guy has to read my textbooks and lab manuals, and study guides to me, and cook and clean for me, with no shirt on. Or one of those shirts that really shows off the nice yummy muscelly-ness. So, any guys out there with sexy voices, nice bodies and the ability to read physics, chem, and bio texts? Prefer a guy who'll still be able to cope when/ if I graduate to read vet studies- bigger words that make no sense, that kinda thing.
j.
the loan came through at 11934NZD.
school took their money-
down to 11469.50
sent money home to pay cc's- down to about 5400 (and 3500USD)
then it splits-
Paid dad USD800,
Paid cc's USD570 and change-
about 2300 left there
paid rent- 690
paid rent- 230
bought food/ jack/ toys- ~200
remaining- 4268.**NZD
money owed- way too freaking much.
on to next subject- There is a need in the world for hot guys with yummy voices. There are jobs for them. Most of them pay in beer or sex. I'm looking for one such guy- pays beer. Cheap beer. In exchange, said guy has to read my textbooks and lab manuals, and study guides to me, and cook and clean for me, with no shirt on. Or one of those shirts that really shows off the nice yummy muscelly-ness. So, any guys out there with sexy voices, nice bodies and the ability to read physics, chem, and bio texts? Prefer a guy who'll still be able to cope when/ if I graduate to read vet studies- bigger words that make no sense, that kinda thing.
j.
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