I’ve been a member of Blogexplosion for some time but it was only until recently that I’ve started to utliize their tools. I joined Rent My Blog in the hopes of finding new blogs and advertising my own. As a result, Bloggin’ Bizatch decided to rent a space on my sidebar and I’m extremely pleased to have her there. Not only is she gorgeous but when a lady like that uses the word cooter in her entries to describe her unmentionables, it can only lead to good things.

In addition to Bloggin’ Bizatch, I’m officially a fan of Blogs are for Wimps. They’re like a Mixed Chex bag of hilarity! You never know what you’re gonna get!

I also added fresh new tracks to Shibooya Radio. The lame.exe program is extremely fickle when it comes to mp3’s and the majority of my stash seems to piss it off. Even so, after much anxiety and pain an enormously cool playlist awaits you. Are you freaking out yet? Relax. I know just how you like it.

My boyfriend made the hugest mistake of his life when he presented the board game “Scene It” to me as a birthday gift. My enthusiasm for board games can only be rivaled by the overly happy and creepy family picture on the cardboard cover of most games (even then, I can out-happy them). “Scene It” comprises of 2-5 teams all competing to answer movie related trivia questions and puzzles for the coveted position of Most-In-Need-Of-A-Real-Life. I’m not a particularly competitive person but this game allows me to indulge in the belief that I actually know something. I am already a relatively loud person (after all I am Puerto Rican) but during this game I am an explosion of shouts and laughter even when the opposing teams are sitting silently in thought. If I know the answer I will tell you so at an ear-popping decibel that will make the tiny capillaries in your eyeballs burst. You know how I do.

If sushi where a human being, I would date it, marry it and have tiny sushi children with it. Thus, The Sushi Kit was a well recieved birthday present from my older sister. It includes everything a terrible cook will need to create a ball of rice with pieces of raw fish inside. This was a nice way of saying, “Stop cooking”.

The end of the Fall semester feels close at hand, however the only way I can fully enjoy the holidays is when one of two things occurs first:
1. I successfully complete my 13 page research paper on the situation of Cuban exiles in the United States and detained elsewhere.
2. I die.
I will further expand on my academic woes in a later post because right now I just don’t feel like crying.

My mother and I checked out Mark Montano’s book Dollar Store Décor from the library and found a multitude of cheap and easy projects that we were interested in doing. Using one of his examples, I created a cute sequin decorative candle to match my Asian-themed bedroom. Check out the flicker gallery to see how I did it and how you can too.

A large work is difficult because it is large, even though all its parts might singly be preformed with facility; where there are many things to be done, each must be allowed its share of time and labor…

-From the preface of A Dictionary of the English Language by Samuel Johnson

I suppose that also applies to my anthology textbook that has nearly 3,000 thin bible-pages worth of British literature. I’m in the process of reading an Alexander Pope poem which is proving to be impossible. I would do much better writing a dissertation on the intricacies of meaning in a Backstreet Boy song than I would understanding a simple nursery rhyme.

My professor of world literature has a tendency to over emphasize words with more than 7 letters and I find it hard to concentrate on what she’s saying when her long, thin arms explode into pantomime for every syllable: “The perspective of the author is indicative of his life in Nigeria. Therefore, how do you think this affects the notion of cultural hybridity ?” Perhaps if I had her act out An Essay on Man, waving her arms around ecstatically like a windmill, I’d have a better chance of understanding it.

Yesterday I watched The Machinist starring Christian Bale. I have a ginormous, deliriously ferocious crush on Christian Bale and I’ve seen almost every movie he’s been in (even the pathetic straight-to-video Equilbrium, but let’s not talk about that). The lengths Bale went for this role is so disturbing that I had a difficult time focusing on the plot. Still, even at 120lbs, I’d do him.

I’ve been recruited as a Backup Council member at The Martini Lounge. Ok, so being a Backup Council member doesn’t sound too glamorous but head over there anyway because there’s plenty of things to do and plenty of people to meet. It’s an active community strictly created by and for the finer sex. Look for pinkbishie (that’s me) at the message boards while you’re at it.

I’m very pleased with this edition of Shibooya Radio so be sure to check that out before you leave. There’s a picture of yours truly in the “About Me” section so you can identify me when I commit my next crime. If you’re using the plugboard, please be sure to carefully input your URL and button or I will replace it with something else. Don’t forget to visit my constantly updated set of links for some fresh new places to visit. Oh, and please don’t forget to wear clean underwear.