bitterdiva

03.29.06

10:59 PM

03.28.06

11:45 PM

"The air is full of spices"

Tuesday, I introduced my mother to Mecca in the land of the silent "C", I made my first pilgrimage to a Penzey's store. As soon as I opened the door, delicious waves of every spice imaginable danced onto my olfactory sensors. It was potent, but not in the way of a Yankee Candle store is where your sense stops detecting anything. On top of every shelf, a covered jar of a spiced sat labeled for your nose's pleasure. Your mind immediately starts concocting a recipe for chicken with rogan josh curry with jasmine rice or chicken with curry, coconut milk and lemon grass, or vegetables roasted with more peppercorns you knew existed. My basket became full of wonderful indian spices and everyday spices that my spice cupboard needed replenished. I dropped down a good deal of cash but considering I bought 23 jars of spices, it was indeed a good deal. Take this McCormick and your stupid, overpriced, low-grade spices.

1 prayer | 06:58 AM

Pimpin'

My college is Adobe's whore. This semester I am taking two classes based on Macromedia's applications. And although one might say, "x, you're taking bogus classes", I've learned a thing or two and since they're required in the curriculum, no harm no foul.

We've now moved onto Flash which is exciting and yet more difficult than I imagined it would be. It also requires a little bit more attention span that I have. I hope to produce something fun for my final project - and perhaps move on to developing one of those addictive web games that I play so often.

06:10 PM

Hah, normality, the ninth circle of death.

Sometimes I am surprised when I see alumni and the people they end up marrying. It's more of a surprise to find out some of the self-righteous and egotistical end up being quite normal.

12:50 PM