duurrr...i'm so bored. so...sorry, this might be a boring blog. hmm, maybe i shouldn't have said that. just cleaned and ointmented my tattoo. while having tattoos on your back is easy to hide from the parentals, it is a bitch to clean and put ointment on. had lots of trouble with the first tattoo too. (heehee, that sounds funny when you say that out loud. not that i'm talking out loud as i type this. no.) had to twist around and like bend my arms in ways that humans are not supposed to bend their arms. oh well. i managed.

oh! mum taught me how to make pho today. she taught me how to make pho with chicken since i was planning on making this during the school year in the apartment for me and my roommates and i don't think sanaz eats beef or pork. anyway, cleaning the chicken was DISGUSTING. oh my god. i know, it's terribly girly to be so squeamish about a dead, skinned, headless chicken, but EEW. my mom told me to clean it in the sink and it just felt so...so...squishy. UUUGH. i'm shuddering just thinking about it. i think i was like holding the chicken at arm's length and was more poking it then cleaning it cuz then my mom grabbed the entire chicken from me (haha, i bet we made a funny sight) and cleaned it herself. while she was cleaning it, some little thing fell out from the chicken and i pointed at it and said, "what's that?" and my mom looked at it and said, "oh, the heart" at which point, the rest of the chicken's guts spilled out as well. uuuuuggghhh...man. that was sick.

anyway, that was the worst part. even though i took notes, i still think i'm gonna have a bit of trouble with this. i can already see myself calling mum and asking her, "okay, so what happens after i turn on the stove?" this story kind of reminds me of another one of my cooking misadventures. btw, if you can't already tell, i am NOT a cook. i hate cooking. but since i'm living in an apartment with a kitchen this year and i'm not getting a meal plan again, i have to learn how to make SOMETHING. unfortunately, i am the world's worst cook. this next little story perfectly illustrates my point.

so on the night of winter ball in my senior year of high school, me and some girlfriends decided to make pot stickers and watch felicity instead of going to the dance. okay, so technically, THEY were the ones who made it, not me. well, i mean, i did help out, but they had to tell me exactly what to do and then i was fine. so since we were all at my house, they decided to leave the extra pot stickers with me. they stuck them in the freezer and left me specific directions on how to reheat them or whatever. so the next day, i decided i wanted to eat some. basically, all i had to do was boil some water in a pot and stick the pot stickers in there until they looked cooked or whatever. so i pull out a pot, pour some water in it, turn on the stove, and placed the pot on the stove. i stared at the pot for a few minutes then grabbed the phone. i dialed deb's number automatically, she picked up, and i said, "hey deb...*nervous laugh*...i have a question. i'm uh...boiling some water in a pot, and well, i was wondering, how do i know when the water's done boiling?" yeah, i KNOW. that is perhaps the world's stupidest question, but whatever. deb answered my question without bursting out laughing and with a minimum of making fun of me. i boiled the water, had my potstickers, and hungrily ate them. so the story has a happy ending. and i bet a ton of people have heard this story already because: 1) i tend to repeat myself and 2) deb's told this story to a lot of her friends so the first thing people hear about me is that i don't know how to boil water. anyway, i can see myself making quite a few cooking phone calls to deb too this year. haha, i'll be relying on both my moms.

see, i consider deb to be my second mom because in high school, she chauffered me around like everywhere. she only lives like four, five houses away from me and pretty much everywhere she goes, i go too. she was mary, i was the little lamb. anyway, i feel a HUGE tangent coming on, so i'm just gonna stop this blog right now.