Rational Action

For months Jenn has told me that ramen has wax in it. Usually it happens when I ask her if she’d like some, and she says “No, I’m not eating that. It has wax in it.” Other times, when I’m eating it, she’ll say, “Why are you eating that? It has wax in it.”

However, when I put her wax comments into context, I couldn’t help but find an ulterior motive. Early in the year, Jenn got sick from some chicken ramen. What she was doing eating chicken ramen, I have no idea — she is a vegetarian. Clearly, this was her own fault, and she bared a grudge on ramen, which she expressed by fabricating these waxy coating shenanigans. (She has claimed that we told her it wouldn’t make her sick. These claims are lies.)

Thus it came as a great shock when, after I asked Chris’ roomate Ben whether eating ramen every day was heatlhy, he replied “It’s alright, but watch out, it’s coated in wax.” This affirmation of Jenn’s previously suspect comments sent me reeling into the wall. I fell to the ground and suffered a minor concussion: another effect of ramen’s unhealthiness.

The wax comments were especially disturbing because earlier in the day I had been told, “Dude, you eat more ramen than most asian people.”

Now apparently you can remove the wax by boiling the ramen and then straining it. You can also boil it and use a spoon to scoop off the wax from the top of the boiling water (It appears as white foamy stuff). Still, I’ve stuck to Mac & Cheese with chopsticks ever since that fateful day.

I was just talking to Ethan. He asked me when I was going back to college. I started responding to him:

I’m going home…

Interesting slip, eh?

Jesse and I took a road trip to Brown University yesterday. Somehow we completed the drive in under three hours (Early estimates center around 2.5 hours, which is simply amazing.) Once we got into the dorm, we opened the wine bottles and began the festivities, Hemingway style. Err. Scratch that. Not quite Hemingway style — the wine was cheap.

Starting to drink at 6pm has its disadvantages, though. Since the brews were on the grapey side (read: wine), they required an unusually high liquid intake rate to maintain intoxication. Around 9pm, Kroll put down his bottle of wine in despair, announcing “I’m not going to get fucked up off this shit.”

We killed time for the next few hours. Then I, noting that Ethan had bailed on visiting us, jokingly suggested that we visit him at Brandeis. Everyone liked the idea. Kroll volunteered to drive. I gave Ethan a call to announce our coming arrival.

Me: WE’RE COMING TO BRANDEIS!!!
Ethan: What?
Me: WE’RE COMING TO BRANDEIS ETHAN!
Ethan: Uh? You Sure. Okay…

We took the top of a pizza box and wrote “GONE TO BOSTON” on it, placed it outside the room that housed Lance and Rachel, and set off.

We arrived 45 minutes later, stayed for 45 minutes, and drove back to Brown.

I can’t sleep. It’s 7AM.

I added Matthew Good to my Livejournal friends list. It’s my sheer hope that I will get to argue politics with him. What do you say, Mr. Good?

I talked to Merlin the other day. I remembered his mentioning that he would be interviewing Dennis Kucinich on his radio show. And so, the conversation:

Me: When will you be interviewing Kucinich?
Merlin: I’m not really sure…
Me: Why’s that?
Merlin: Well, his campaign is run by transcendental meditators. Apparently they’re really disorganized.

Further talks with Merlin and others have revealed the the answer to the question “Why does the socialist organization on campus charge money for its newspapers?” is “Because it needs the money to print more newspapers.”