6.18.2002
 
I have a summer job. Nothing special or grand; I file papers and other secretarial chores at my dad's clinic with sis. As for wages:

(min. wage) X (4 hours/day) / (IRS) = $10

Come payday I get a whomping $100, which is about $10 for each box of files I get done. Whoo. The other workers at the clinic are really friendly (mainly because we're the spawn of one of the owners), and a lot of them dropped by dad's office to comment on how hardworking we were and how much I resembled my dad. Pretty funny, since I got more of my mom's genes (minus an X) and sis got most of dad's.

Came home, argued with grandma over knifes and coleslaw etc. etc.

Perfect, strategical planning has me sleeping through dinner to wake up at 11pm. Seeing no food left out, I decided to whip out the Perfect Pancake Maker (bought at one of those As Seen On TV stores at the mall) and made myself a nice batch of fluffy goodness. Consider it a late-dinner/ early-ass-breakfast.

Which leads me to another thing worth mentioning. Ladies and gents, I've turned vegetarian. I've been curious about the pros, cons, etc. about refraining from meat for some time, so I figured that trying out the whole greenery thing for at least this summer wouldn't hurt. Still not quite veegan though; I enjoy my fair share of dairy and egg products (although trying to limit my intake of that).

Thing's haven't been easy. First off, I live in a filipino family whose matron still marvels over our ability to acquire meat on a regular basis. She tends to cook chicken and barbeque pork/beef quite frequently, often times dripping with fats and other nasties that she condemns when in butter/oil form. Then there's my family's frequent visits to the city's numerous buffets. Just this past sunday (Father's Day! Whoo!) we ate at the Suncoast, and I noticed how going vegetarian limits the food choices by 3/4. Especially during a champagne brunch. Luckily, we know how to pick out the better buffets in town, so their selection of greens and such wasn't rancid.

Hmm. Just noticed that I'm more or less getting on the vegetarian band-wagon that a lot of my friends have been on. Flavey went veggie a few weeks back, Kristen, Nikki, and Liz have been for some time. It's nice to know that I'll have supporters if I need any.

Oh, and one more bonus: I don't have to eat half of the stuff my grandma cooks and pressures me to consume. "Oh! Look at chyou! You so eskinny now! You like chiKEN? Yes, eat!" I'm tempted to give her a heartattack, American Adobo style.

Seattle Tyler's two mice have reenacted Lord of the Flies. After leaving the room for a few moments, Tyler came back to find Nicodemus standing over the still (and gruesomely bloody) remains of the other mouse (whose name is that of a Jedi master.. so can't really recall it at the moment). He think's that it's poetic justice; both mice are named after characters that are assasinated.

Raided Michaels again this past Sunday. All day today (after getting home) I played around with the new tip for my woodburning pen and made a few (read: 20+) thumbnails for this project I've been thinking about. Semi-intrinsic, but it's mainly something I get to use to express/deal with some issues. Also from Michaels: purty stationary, three slate boards to be painted on, three small wooden boxes for future projects, gesso and matte medium, and some fake earthy-toned flowers for the shrine thingy I was planning. Went to Lowe's shortly after to get some masonite boards which will be painted on as well. I have a commission from the parents to paint their wedding portrait that pays $500, in addition to the $100 paychecks and the possible $350 for report cards.

I doubt they want to dish out the cash.

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