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Apr. 28th, 2004
The Tummy is Angry
Apr. 28th, 2004 02:35 amThe lovely Carly and I got back just a little bit ago from the Ham Fam. We went, specifically at 1am, in search of a girl, who we didn't find. Instead, Carly worked on knitting, and we listened to Weezer and motown and the Ramones on the jukebox. We both ordered milkshakes, and I also got a coffee. Cuz, see, I've been taking my meds on a regular type basis and they've been putting in bed by midnight, some nights as early as 11pm, and I'm typically a 2 or 3 am type gal. Yeah, coffee to battle the sleepies and a milkshake because I'd been craving one. Strawberry. Mmm.
Except, when we got our milkshakes (and mine came nearly 5 minutes after hers), I noticed right away that mine tasted a little tart. At first it was unique and okay, but then I started thinking it tasted nothing like a concoction made of ice cream and milk. More like... pie filling. So I thought, maybe it's vanilla ice cream and strawberry pie filling. But while my shake was thick, it wasn't particularly frozen. It was a really smooth, creamy texture except for big chunks of strawberry, and upon closer inspection, I could actually see swirls of pie filling. A few more taste-n-ponders, and I recognized the specific tartness. Yogurt. I think the Ham Fam tried to pass off strawberry yogurt with strawberry pie filling mixed into it as a milkshake. Topped that sucker with a mountain of whipped cream and hoped I wouldn't know what a strawberry shake is supposed to taste like. Fuckers.
So, add that weird mixture to an already unpleasant stomach, plus two cups of coffee, and you get a cranky girl clutching her tummy and moaning.
Besides that thought, the diner was fab, per usual.
Except, when we got our milkshakes (and mine came nearly 5 minutes after hers), I noticed right away that mine tasted a little tart. At first it was unique and okay, but then I started thinking it tasted nothing like a concoction made of ice cream and milk. More like... pie filling. So I thought, maybe it's vanilla ice cream and strawberry pie filling. But while my shake was thick, it wasn't particularly frozen. It was a really smooth, creamy texture except for big chunks of strawberry, and upon closer inspection, I could actually see swirls of pie filling. A few more taste-n-ponders, and I recognized the specific tartness. Yogurt. I think the Ham Fam tried to pass off strawberry yogurt with strawberry pie filling mixed into it as a milkshake. Topped that sucker with a mountain of whipped cream and hoped I wouldn't know what a strawberry shake is supposed to taste like. Fuckers.
So, add that weird mixture to an already unpleasant stomach, plus two cups of coffee, and you get a cranky girl clutching her tummy and moaning.
Besides that thought, the diner was fab, per usual.
I don't know anything about computery internet stuff, but I'm gonna try to explain this anyway. So, apparently our dorm hall, of the four, is a big draw on the network, probably because so many people in Moore are kazaa users. Therefore, the school did some weird thing that makes it so our internet speed is 56K (Whatever that means). Basically, this means that songs that were taking 5-10 minutes to download, if they start downloading at all, take HOURS to finish. I guess I should really stop DL'ing songs so they'll lift this stupid restriction thing... but MEH. I look at the little progress bars and I want to kill them in the face. MEH, I say.
In other news, Tiger Army is fabulous, but they have scary haircuts. Like, pompa-hawks. Yeah.
In other news, Tiger Army is fabulous, but they have scary haircuts. Like, pompa-hawks. Yeah.
