Dissolved girl

I have a new food obsession:

Siopao.

Allen has been telling me for ages how much he loves it, and it sounded decent enough, I just didn't particularly care to find out. It just sounded like a basic dumpling type deal. I have never been more wrong in my life (I also never use hyperbole as a writing tool).

I bought myself some more red bean buns when I was at the Asian Market, and I saw a bag of bbq pork siopao, so I figured I'd buy some for my best ever buddy. He was pretty fucking delighted, obvy. We watched Religulous last night (I did end up bailing on both shindigs, and I felt like a shitbag for it), and he made himself some siopao. They were far larger than I expected, but they smelled amazing. Uh-mah-zing. I asked him for a bite, and then my mouth tasted heaven. I asked him to make me one, and I didn't want to stop eating it. I was so sad when I finished it. I made myself another one for breakfast. I don't even care about my shitty red bean buns now, I just want siopao.

I think I'm going to buy a bamboo steamer and learn how to make them from scratch. That was disastrous syntax, but I don't even care (all that much).

I meant to post my pictures last night, but I just...didn't. I didn't want to do much of anything but be a loaf all night. Which is precisely what I did, and it was great.

Since school starts tomorrow, I only have tonight to really be lazy before my life goes apeshit again, and I barely have time for anything. I'm both dreading this, and extremely, overwhelmingly excited. I've missed being in class, and I haven't really been productive because I've been sort of confused about how to allocate all of my free time. I won't have that problem anymore.

I have to ask the people at school when I can expect my 1098 so I can do my taxes. I just want to get them done and over with. I reapplied for 2014-2015 FAFSA this morning, so I've got that finished. I have all of my books, I went and bought paper and notebooks and pens and pencils and highlighters (I had to stop myself from buying the mother fucking CUTEST backpack ever. My backpack is perfectly fine. I feel silly talking about a backpack, but god dammit, my books are fucking HEAVY). I don't think there's anything I'm missing, school supply-wise. I'm pretty sure I'm as prepared as I can be. I should buy myself a second pair of glasses...maybe even a third...so I can leave a pair in my backpack, leave a pair in my office, and leave a pair at work. That way, I'll never be without them. Because I do have a tendency to forget them.

I feel like my blog is far more inner-monologue-y than I intended it to be. My head sounds exactly like this, except all of these thoughts pile onto each other, and there's also music playing and pictures swirling about. It's hella fucking interesting in here.