I have them.

My friends and I are not really good at being emotional or giving serious advice. We get uncomfortable when people cry and behave awkwardly at funerals. However I’d like to think we all have our talents that make up for the lack of emotion. Examples: 1) looking good while at representing Trinidad & Tobago 2) rhyming.

GRE Rap

By MandieCanjo

You’ve been studyin hard, learnin yo maths
Stayin up nights and skippin some baths
All so you can make sure you ace this shite
You gots to do it for Grad School, aiight?

Now I dont quite know what the GRE’s are
I think I’d rather take shots at my favorite bar
I know you aint done algebra since you was sixteen
But I recognize your reading comprehension is mean

I think there’s analogies like the SAT’s
This test is to useless as your momma… BITCH PLEASE
So gather up yo #2’s and graphing calculator
And tell those suckas in admissions ‘yo homes, see ya lata’

I don’t need a Scantron you know you da’ shit
And for a 3 hour test I don’t need to sit
But when you open that test better show em who’s boss
And pistol whip that exam with your mental floss.

I spent the weekend in Los Angeles, Redondo Beach to be exact. I was planning on sitting down at the airport this morning and blogging about something fabulous we did/I ate this weekend.

Josh and I woke up around 4:30 this morning. He had to get to the gym to meet a friend before work. We went up to the kitchen to get breakfast, and found a naked girl, completely passed out, on the beautiful granite countertops. I can’t really say I’d ever seen that one before. I was also a little bit surprised, considering all of his roommates are well past college age.

Then Josh’s roommate came upstairs to get more wine, obviously, and lost the girl that was sleeping in his bed. He walked out the door, avec wine, to look for her, and never came back.

Josh’s response? “We need to get a cleaning lady”

Welcome to California.

I hate hate hate kitchen fans, hoods, and televisions in the kitchen.

Not because they annoy me, but because I have to hear my food cooking.

I think sound is ridiculously underappreciated when it comes to food. Whenever someone writes or even talks about cooking, why do they always focus on the smell? The sizzling of the bacon or the drip of the coffee maker go ignored, but can tell you so many things about your food. If I have to turn on the vent fan over the stove, I go insane. I can’t tell what temperature my pan is or where my vegetables are in the cooking process. This makes me really stressed out. Insane. I get all upset and my heart starts racing until I turn the fan off. If I can’t hear my food, I feel like I’ve lost control of it. Am I nuts? Yeah, maybe. But I don’t care. I love the sounds of cooking, I rely on them to produce a quality meal. I’ve realized that putting my ear next to my saute pan is a little strange, but why cook if you’re not using your senses?
Are you listening to your food? I want to know.