My body is hating me right now. Since my cholesterol is so high, I've pretty much cut fat completely out of my diet. I am hungry constantly. But I have to get that number down, or at least not to go up anymore. I think I'm going to go to Taco Bell because I already feel like crap today (migraine), and I'm being observed. Since I don't want to look like a total idiot, it would be best if I wasn't hungry too, on top of the little spangly things that keep exploding in front of my eyes. My noodles and tofu were good, but I'm still hungry!!! And maybe my headache would go away if my body had good food to concentrate on. Of course, it's like 15 degrees outside and I would have to walk to Taco Bell, but I'm sure it would be worth it. I just finished eating and my stomach is still growling. Not a good sign.
Ok, change of topic. There is going to be a small family war at my parent's house this Christmas. Let's set up the cast of characters. My grandma, who lives in Dallas. My dad's youngest sister and her husband, who live in Dallas. My parents, who live in Dallas. My sister, who lives in Dallas. My brother and his son, who live in Dallas. And my unmarried, childless aunt, let's call her Carol (get it, Christmas Carol), who lives in Denver. Carol is upset because we usually have Christmas in Dallas (can anyone guess why this is?). She thinks it is unfair and unbalanced. She has been campaigning to have Christmas at her house, in Denver. She blames the fact that we haven't had Christmas there on my parents, well, actually, my mom. And she also does not get along well with her younger sister, let's call her Noel, either. She is making statements like "I guess your mom and Noel will decide what the rest of the family will do over Christmas and when we will do it." Yes, because I am sure that my grandma, my dad, my brother with his son, will have absolutely no say in matter at all. So, I send her an e-mail that I am getting married next year, and will have step-children, and therefore, spending Christmas with my new family is my priority, although I would, of course, love to see the rest of the family as well. She replies that she really wants Christmas at her house and basically, doesn't see what the problem is. Well, as far as the rest of my family is concerned, my brother is not with his son's mom, which means my nephew gets bounced around for the holidays. My brother is not going to leave his son for Christmas. My mom is not going to leave her grandchild for Christmas. My dad is not going to leave my mom for Christmas. Does anyone else see a pattern here? I understand that to Carol we are her immediate family, but she does need to have some understanding of why Christmas is held in Dallas (and not at my mom's house, as she claims). She seems to think the rest of the family (especially my mom) is just being selfish. But I can see this going down in a bad way when we're all together.
Ok, I think I'm going to brave the walk to Taco Bell. Oh, before I go, let me vent about students. They're big paper is due on Friday. It is worth 25% of their total grade. I have had many students ask me if I would read papers and stuff like that. But no one seemed to like my office hours. They're too early (9-9:45 MWF). So, being the great TA that I am, I had extra office hours yesterday from 1-5:30p. I had had about 15 students asking me for help, so I figured the extra office hours would really help and be really busy. You want to guess how many people actually showed up. Three. Three whole students. And, of those three, I had to tell one to trash almost his entire paper because it sucked (but I can't answer the question with what we've read in class: then answer another question) and another student only had an outline for a 15 page paper and only three sources. Bet he gets an A (that's utter sarcasm, just in case you were wondering). Therefore, I have little hope that the papers will be much better than the last batch, which pretty much sucked. Oh well, not my GPA. On to real food.
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Try Mediterranean food! Delicious! And filling.
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