Portia wrote:Hottest guy in my French Culture class. Seriously, he's some kind of male model. Dark hair, blye eyes, perfect accent. Also, totes 21. Ha.
If you don't want him, refer him to me. I love hot guys who speak French
I'm a terrible wingwoman. At a hipster bar in Salt Lake, I once point-blank told a group of ladies that my annoying dude friends were trying to hit on them. Mr. Quebec is intimidatingly hot, and I may make a fool of myself. Seriously, my first instinct is to, like, hand him an index card with my full name which requests we be Facebook friends.
Maybe you should just come to the class? I feel like someone ought to have a crack at him. But I'm a little overly enthusiastic of the ask-guys-out yourself school.
You HATE liquid foods, Z? I just made some cream of mushroom soup last night that was DELICIOUS. There's nothing better on a cold winter evening than a cream soup.
Okay, I don't hate hate liquid foods. I love soup. But most soups I like have chunks in them. And we don't have soup crackers for tomato soup, which absolutely requires soup crackers. And the only other soup we have is pureed vegetable, and it tastes like baby food, and it's gross. And smoothies and juice doesn't seem filling, so it sounds unappetizing.
Whistler wrote:I sense it's time for some V8 SPLASH!
It's liiiiiiiqqqqquuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddddd. It's not so much about the nutritional value as the psychological "I have just eaten something that counts as actual food and not the thing I mindlessly wash actual food down with."
Whistler wrote:I sense it's time for some V8 SPLASH!
It's liiiiiiiqqqqquuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddddd. It's not so much about the nutritional value as the psychological "I have just eaten something that counts as actual food and not the thing I mindlessly wash actual food down with."
I know what you mean! I do the same thing not only with liquid, but with non-meats. I don't usually consider a lunch or dinner a full meal if it didn't include some kind of meat.
The Epistler was quite honestly knocked on her ethereal behind by the sheer logic of this.
Whistler wrote:I sense it's time for some V8 SPLASH!
It's liiiiiiiqqqqquuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddddd. It's not so much about the nutritional value as the psychological "I have just eaten something that counts as actual food and not the thing I mindlessly wash actual food down with."
I know what you mean! I do the same thing not only with liquid, but with non-meats. I don't usually consider a lunch or dinner a full meal if it didn't include some kind of meat.
If it doesn't have meat, it needs something weighty, like whole-grain bread, or lentils, or beans, or something. Or if I've been eating really heavy foods for a while and want a salad, it needs something like feta cheese.
Whistler wrote:I sense it's time for some V8 SPLASH!
It's liiiiiiiqqqqquuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddddd. It's not so much about the nutritional value as the psychological "I have just eaten something that counts as actual food and not the thing I mindlessly wash actual food down with."
I know what you mean! I do the same thing not only with liquid, but with non-meats. I don't usually consider a lunch or dinner a full meal if it didn't include some kind of meat.
That's craziness. I just had a chilled soup and bread and it was a perfectly filling.
It doesn't need it, like, every single meal, but at LEAST once every two days. And I had the stomach flu before I got my wisdom teeth out, so I literally haven't eaten real food for a week. Which only reinforces my opinion that I am never ever ever ever going on a diet so I had better just not let myself gain weight in the first place.
I just found out that one of my favorite professors from college died yesterday of a heart attack while playing racquetball. He'd played racquetball every Thursday for more than a decade.
Emiliana wrote:I just found out that one of my favorite professors from college died yesterday of a heart attack while playing racquetball. He'd played racquetball every Thursday for more than a decade.
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Going to the wedding of one of my best friends from college in March. Her groom-to-be went to the same grad school at the same time as my most recent ex. PRETTY sure if I drag along a hotter, blonder, more-employed model, AND if he shows up, we have ourselves the makings of a contrived romantic comedy.
Emiliana wrote:I just found out that one of my favorite professors from college died yesterday of a heart attack while playing racquetball. He'd played racquetball every Thursday for more than a decade.
A few years ago I went to make an appointment with my doctor using the BYU Health Center's online scheduling mcjigger, but after selecting my doctor's name from the list it kept not letting me select a date for an appointment. I figured it was broken so I called them instead, only to find out from a receptionist that my doctor had passed away! Apparently she'd stopped to buy gas after going grocery shopping and had a heart attack in the front seat of her car. I was in complete shock. There's something about having your doctor, who advises you on health matters, die that's very unnerving.
Dr. Ben didn’t look like any other doctor I’d met. He was 5 feet 6, weighed well over 300 pounds, chain-smoked during his lunch break and hauled around a twelve-pack of Mountain Dew, which he polished off by the end of his shift.
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[to patient Joe:]“Joe, I have to be honest with you. Your blood pressure is way too high. You need to eat healthier, lose weight and stop smoking. You’re putting yourself at risk for a heart attack, lung cancer, or stroke, and I’m just getting started. Do you exercise?”
Joe raised an eyebrow. “Me? No.”
“If you don’t change your lifestyle, there’s nothing I can do. All the medication in the world won’t help you.”
“Are you serious?” Joe paused. “Look at you. No offense. When’s the last time you skipped a meal?”
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Dr. Ben blushed. “I’m not the patient,” he said.
Emiliana wrote:I just found out that one of my favorite professors from college died yesterday of a heart attack while playing racquetball. He'd played racquetball every Thursday for more than a decade.
A few years ago I went to make an appointment with my doctor using the BYU Health Center's online scheduling mcjigger, but after selecting my doctor's name from the list it kept not letting me select a date for an appointment. I figured it was broken so I called them instead, only to find out from a receptionist that my doctor had passed away! Apparently she'd stopped to buy gas after going grocery shopping and had a heart attack in the front seat of her car. I was in complete shock. There's something about having your doctor, who advises you on health matters, die that's very unnerving.
Wow, I bet. Was she older? My professor -- who was also my boss and an elder at my church -- was 58 but looked 45. Crazy stuff.
