And not just kinda. It’s been two months of epic fail so far. Granted, I spent the last two months holed up in the same two seats at the library and the student study lounge, long enough to make butt marks if the seats didn’t switch around all the time. You’d think that after two months of eating McDonald’s, Qdoba, Jason’s Deli, Calypso, and hospital food (not necessarily in order of frequency) that I’d unleash the beast and devour anything near delicious during my one week stint in California. And you know what, I did. Except maybe it’s not so worthy of foodblogging because I’ve eaten at all the same places multiple times before, and I ate at the same places multiple times during that one week.
So maybe I’ve become a Boring Bobby, or probably a Monotonous Michael. Neither of the two is my real name, but since my vocabulary is so shallow, I couldn’t possibly come up with something that started with J. Anyway, I’m gonna return to my original rambling from this digression. I actually ate tons of different food. The only time I ever ate the same thing twice was at Santouka (large shio ramen) and In-n-Out (cheeseburgers and more cheezburgers). Everywhere else I frequented–the family restaurant, Imperial Express, and May’s Cafe–I ate different foods everytime, starting with a large plate of noodles meant to serve four from China Bistro. The highlight of the week was actually discovering a noodle dish called Bun Bo Hue (I definitely butchered that, and I apologize for my horrendous foreign language spelling), which is a spicy doppleganger of Taiwanese beef noodle soup, with the addition of fish cakes and rice noodles. It was kick-me-in-the-mouth-spicy, but my parents couldn’t tell because I usually sweat when I’m eating noodles. Even when eating the cold noodles.
Yes, I sweat quite easily. It leads to a lot of embarassing moments. But that’s not for this blog. We don’t drink sweat, unless it’s Gatorade. HA!
Right about now, you may be wondering why I haven’t posted pictures. Well, this brings my to point number 2 of “reasons I suck at foodblogging now”: I brought my camera, yet never bothered to even remove it from its case. I’m probably rusty at the blogging biznass now, but it may also be in reference to reasons specified above (I’ve already eaten and captured food souls in picture form elsewhere on this blog).
Now that my train of consciousness has reached a standstill, and I’m able to reflect on all the semi-fooding I just described, I realize that I have no real objective in this post. Is this me being EMO? LIKE AN EMO FOODBLOGGER?!
Nah.
I’m just really weird, and had to fill space with rambling in lieu of pictures. My apologies for wasting your time. I’ll try to get some (semi-)legitimate writing up here at some point. Hopefully this whole “the third year of medical school will be the most difficult year of your life” deal is not too bad. I should try to bring the camera with me as well.
