Alas, if only I had something to write about. I really got nothing. Oh, I almost forgot to get my forms together for my NSERC scholarship. I guess I'll be getting paid late this time. I think graduate school has changed me a bit, in the sense that I'm now far less manic about things when I have to do them at the last minute... now I'm all just, like, "whatever" and crap. Less "whatever" are how I forgot to talk to my grandma for about three weeks and how I almost forgot that the Chinese New Year is tomorrow (er, today). I can also never remember my sister's birthday, which is right around the corner.
Last weekend is best described as a nonstop stream of online Settlers of Catan, sleep, eating, and work. Oh, I took out the garbage somewhere in there. I'm astonished that the Suave Motherfuckers have not only picked up a win, but a blowout win at that. Many of the Math Club dude(ette)s went to Rasputin and then bubble tea, and I feel the need to show you a picture of Thomas' "Footloose-era Kevin Bacon" impression:
Also from their trip to Rasputin comes this picture, of a Russian appetizer platter:
It and the Elvis platter make for an interesting microcosm of the Cold War. Thoughts? Comments?
Current Music: Rufus Wainwright - Want Two