Feelin' Kinda Classy

I realized that a lot of my blogging silence is due to the fact that 99.9% of the time, my camera is either dead or too far out of my lazy reach. So enjoy my large boring block of text... cause I still cant find my camera charger.

Alright, let's see here:
School-wise, I went with RSS to a taping of America's Funniest Videos. We use it as a fundraiser, since they pay you to come watch. A little sad, but I'll go with it. This is the second time I've been, and hopefully the last... since they use the exact same jokes every time, and I get bored quickly of responding enthusiastically to the "applause" sign.

Raquel was down here this last weekend for a wedding, which was really exciting. I went to Disneyland with her family on Sunday (the first time I've been since living down here....) And on Monday, I drove to Anaheim again to pick her up and bring her to UCLA for a few hours, to see my apartment and meet a few of my friends. It was pretty late, so I had to give her the whirlwind tour- no more than about 5 minutes with each friend. Which probably was safer... that way she didn't have time to start telling stories.

In my kitchen... A friend of mine from work has been bugging me since last quarter to cook for him. When I asked what he wanted, I never got more than one word: "meat". And so I cooked him meat. As the title suggests, I was feelin pretty classy, so we rolled on over to Costco to pick up a few steaks, and I settled in my large platter of beef front and center on the fridge shelf I share with my vegetarian roomie. I really like irony. Anyway, I called Brent and told him I had never cooked any meat more complicated than hamburger, and he needed to take pity on me. A crash course in spices later (cumin? what?) I had a pretty sweet marinade: Worchestshire sauce, olive oil, apple cider vinegar, black pepper, and cumin. I also learned the broiler serves a purpose other than storage. Andrew didn't want anything green touching his steak, so I compromised and chose red potatoes- not a real veggie, right? (Susan, I promise I'll take a picture of our freezer. I buy veggies. Just not fresh ones... baby steps man, baby steps.) I'm still full.

Oh and I'm working... that's the only reason I'm up at this ungodly hour.