Oops

So I was trying to make this blog private, so it made me list the e-mail addresses of people I wanted to "allow", so I just listed people who had told me they read it or had commented, in case they wanted to keep reading it.  Little did I know that they would actually send out e-mails to all of you.  I'm sorry for clogging your inboxes! 

Bug!

On Saturday I found the first bug in my apartment.  And this wasn't some sissy little ladybug or ant or anything like that.  This was an insect almost too big to be called an insect.  Like, 2 inches, pushing 3 inches.  I FREAKED out.  I grabbed a sneaker, but even that got me a little too close for comfort when I tried to kill it.  I was debating putting on my highest pair of high heels to put a little more distance between me and the bug.   But my attempt was ultimately unsuccessful.  It ran away into one of my closets, and my state of blissful ignorance is gone.  Having a bug here and knowing about it is worse than having one and not knowing about it.  Uggh, gross.

Going Private

So I think this blog is being read by people other than my friends, so I'm gonna make it private.  If you're anyone I've talked to, like, in the past 10 years, then I have no problem giving you access, so make yourself known and give me the email address you want me to "allow".  Thanks!

Frisbee, Bang and Roommates

So on Wednesday I went home to Jersey for one of the last frisbee games of the summer.  Other than the unusually high humidity, it was the usual hour and a half of awesome fun.   Then we played Bang for awhile, which was kind of interesting since we had 7 people so there was some actual strategy going on.  But then I screwed up as Renegade by targeting the Sheriff instead of the Outlaws --- oops, my bad.  And then yesterday I played frisbee with some randos here, like in a field in the ghetto of West Philly (it's weird when you're driving through West Philly and you hear the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song...you almost expect Will Smith to pop out of nowhere).   And this was a really casual game of frisbee, just like 3 on 3, half the people couldn't even throw a disc and had never played before. And this one guy is wearing cleats -- which is completely unnecessary, since the grass isn't wet and it's not competitive whatsoever.  And this is one of those guys that can't control his feet -- you know how some people walk with a purpose, mindfully putting their feet down in a controlled manner, whereas some people just flop and flail all over the place?  Well this guy was the latter.  And of course he's guarding me and I do a couple fake-outs to lose him, but since he can't control his feet, he stomps on my right foot HARD, with his cleat.  And I'm out for the night.  I can barely walk since whenever I try to contract my toes, it's excruciating pain.  And then I have to drive back to my apartment, which is hard trying to press the gas pedal with a bum foot.  So I'm like crying my eyes out but of course I have to stop crying because the freaking parking valet guys are always all up in my business and they'd give me 20 questions if they saw me crying.  So I put ice on it for the rest of the night, trying to avoid going to the hospital, and I wake up this morning and it's almost all better, miraculously.  It's still a little painful to walk correctly, but I'm gonna try going to the gym today and we'll see how that goes.

In other news, my roommate from Columbia finally responded to my email! Yay!   Turns out she's already been in the apartment for a year.  Kinda weird, I feel like I'm encroaching in on her territory a bit.  But she says it's a "very nice apartment", which is awesome.  We have to figure out furniture for the common areas, etc.

New Foods

So this past weekend I had a relaxing, normal weekend in New Haven. On Sunday, Daniel and I were eating at Red Lobster.  And, as we all know, I am somewhat of a picky eater, and thus Daniel discovered that I had never really had crab before, and wanted me to try it.  So he gives me a hefty piece of crab, and I chew it, and my reaction is kind of neutral. It's ok, it's a pleasant taste, but I just don't get why people go crazy for it, consider it a delicacy, and pay lots of money for it.  I say to Daniel "Eh, I don't know, it's not that different from chicken".  And Daniel says that yeah, it's not some far-out, super-exotic-tasting meat that will blow your mind, but sometimes variety is the only thing that matters.  And I didn't realize that at the time, but it's so true.

Why do people eat different types of foods?  Surely they could simply find the one they liked the best and eat that for every single meal (which I have been guilty of many times....).  But sometimes, even if you love chicken in all its forms, you just don't want chicken anymore.  So even if you have to eat something that's not your #1 favorite food, that's ok, and that's what makes life exciting - to go out to a restaurant and give something a shot and not know what exactly you're going to experience when it hits your tastebuds.  That discovery and curiosity and risk-taking is something new to me, and I definitely want to try more of it.  I have a feeling there might be more crab in my future, and less chicken : )

Dancing

Am I the only female who never took a single dance class as a child?  Sometimes I feel like I am.  Just a thought.

Thoughts on Inception

Here are my thoughts on Inception:

• It was too long, and the script could have been tighter. I found myself getting distracted and bored in the middle.
• Marion Cotillard was excellent as his wife, and Leonardo DiCaprio was good as well.  I don't think Ellen Page was the right fit for the part. DiCaprio could have done with an older, wiser female by his side.  That said, the scriptwriters made Ellen behave like the stereotypical dumb female - sitting in the corner and asking obvious questions while the men are out fighting. 
• Joseph Gordon-Levitt: it was interesting to see him in an action movie, after his role in 500 Days of Summer.  I think he pulled it off.  Although I felt bad for him to get stuck with the boring elevator hotel scenes while the rest of the crew was off killing people in Siberia.
• Which brings me to...the Sibera-like post-apocalypse scene that lasted like the entire second half of the movie.  Was there really any need to have it in that dramatic of a setting? I don't think so.  It was kind of distracting.  I would love if it anyone could tell me if there was any real reason why it needed to be in a location like that. 
• I kind of wish they had shown the guy dissolving his empire conglomerate at the end.