Zara Zara

Today has been pretty lackluster, like the sidewalks and puddles outside. They're all this mottled gray color that reminds me of dying elephant. I was supposed to have a 3 hr lab at 9, but I awoke to the buzz of my phone as my friend texted me saying that lab was cancelled. Then my other friend called me to tell my lab was cancelled. Here's a tip: don't call me in the morning, I'm incoherent. She called me later to laugh at me and ask me what the molecular weight of something was. Anyway, just to make sure, I hauled myself out of bed to check my email, where indeed, lab was cancelled!

Yesterday was a lot better. I "studied" at Barnes and Noble. I started to do some work for a while actually. Then I decided to take a break and picked up "Perks of Being a Wallflower" and of course the whole studying cause was lost.

The book itself was interesting. Substantive because it had a lot of weird parts in it. Unlike most teen lit which is generally very cliche and predictable. Most teen lit makes me so mad. It's such bullshit most of the time. I hate walking past the teens section and seeing books that are all based on romance. I'm serious when I say some things should just not be made into books. If I ever retire peacefully (YES I AM THINKING ABT RETIREMENT ALREADY!) I will start a bookstore when I will only sell good books. Not bullshit books. I will give all bloggers a discount for putting up with this rant.

But I also hate books where the author's name is bigger than the title. Perhaps this is why I cannot read Stephen King (although I hear he is quite good). I'm talking books like the Danielle Steele and Mary Higgins Clark books. In 6th grade, I read a lot of Mary Higgins Clark because Maple Point's librarian was a fan and I was sucking up, so she would stop checking my passes all the time and let me make copies of stuff. It totally worked. However, after reading all 9 of these books or whatever, I realized that the perpetrator was always, ALWAYS the romantic interest. The women were all "strong" that were left to the whims of cruel fate, leaving them in a bad situation, with bad people. That, and all of the characters drank martinis and had car phones and dressed really sophisticated. Don't their fans notice that every book is the same? Is that why they read the author? They can count on what's going to happen, and how things will be described. There's no surprise or room for shock.

I like books that come from no where. Like, the only weird book I haven't really enjoyed was "Flatland." And that was because it was about geometry. I enjoyed Mr. Combs's interpretations of circle and square. However, I did not enjoy his quizzes on this stupid book. I'd have to ask Kris Doll or someone who read to tell me what happened really fast.

But I digress. I like books where you don't know what's going to happen at all. You sense it, and sometimes you want something to happen to your favorite character and you feel keen disappointment when things go the other way. But it's so worth it because they're alive that way. Even though their life is compressed between two covers and penned by a mortal creator, characters like that belong to no one...they're victims to what we ourselves are subjected to, good or bad, so we relate and love them for it. At least, the ones with good taste do :P

I always get whimsical after I have hazelnut coffee. Really, how can I not? Even organic chemistry makes sense. Anyone else who's taken organic chemistry knows that they completely made up most of this shit. Sometimes, they say that the oxygen gets protontated first. Sometimes, they're like, not that happens second. And then sometimes they're like, "we're not even sure this is true, we're making this up."

I have nothing else o say except that I am sleepy. And very unproductive. And 73 days till MCAT.

Oh. What's with the title? Well, whenever I'm at B&N they play amazing music. So I always end up buying the CD they're playing because it's so mind-blowing at the time. One time, I bought 60's Mowtown Hits, Vol. II. I don't regret it at all; stuff like the Supremes, Marvin Gaye...very relaxing. Wish music at clubs were still like that...at least the dancing would be better too. Another CD I bought once, was Bossa Nova for Lovers. That I do regret buying. I've barely listened to it. It was totally the B&N spell that pulled me into buying that CD. I mean, it's good, it's just not interesting enough to make me want to listen to it. Now yesterday, they started playing this CD that made me jump to my feet as soon as Track 1 started rolling. That whole damn CD was worth the first track. It's been playing on loop ever since. I hear it now, when it's not even playing and I'm glad. This lady's voice is like satin...I don't know how much of it is effects, but I really enjoy it. The funny part is I don't even understand any of it. I looked up the translation and promptly wished I hadn't. I'd rather made up my own meaning to it because it would have been a bit nobler than what it was really. 'Tis not a grand affair. Zara means slowly I think. But like organic chemistry, I could be making that up.

Breakfast: banana and tea
lunch: 2 slices of bbq pizza, iced tea, and an orange
dinner: nachos and half a slice of cheesecake
midnight snack: hazelnut coffee and Twix.