Today I was thinking about the
past. I was thinking about how in my
sophomore philosophy class in
college, there was a girl who insisted on saying "Urethro" when she meant "
Euthyphro" in some
Plato dialogue. The teacher was the head of the department and he tried his best not to
cringe every time she said it, but for some reason she could never
assimilate HIS correct pronounciation of "
Euthyphro" and replace her embarrassing, repeated use of "Urethro."
She raised her hand a lot.
I wonder why people can't assimilate correct pronunciations when they hear them repeatedly? I have a friend who won't stop saying "Fushi Yuugi" when he means the Japanese anime series Fushigi Yuugi. Where did the last syllable of the first word go? And how come when people's names are repeatedly said in anime, people still insist on mispronouncing them? If I hear one more person refer to Sakura as "Sa-KOOR-uh" I think I'm going to snap. And I'm not even going to go into Evangelion. That said . . .
I thought more about the past. I thought about how in my diary in third grade I used to rant about petty family fights all the time. Most of my diary was covered with scrawlings of injustices put on me by my mother or my sisters' nasty antics. One would think I would read over it and think I was being an ass for obsessing over minutiae. But actually, I read it, remember the situations, and get really pissed, because I strongly remember the time my sister wouldn't stop kicking the wires on the Nintendo game and making my game mess up, and my screaming at her got me sent to my room. The Sisters had discovered that putting one's foot behind the television temporarily disabled the reception between the game and the screen, and therefore, when it happened, I was not only prevented from seeing the screen but also prevented from pausing the game. My sisters justified this behavior because I was the best at the games and they were tired of my turn taking forever. When I bitched about the injustice I got screamed at by my mother ("FOR GOD'S SAKE, it's ONLY A GAME!") and occasionally sent to my room because THEY wouldn't stop killing me. Know what? Petty, but it still pisses me off. Because I wasn't a little bitch like that. Oh well.
Labor Day sucks. I had to work, and I had to turn down a fair amount of invitations to do fun things because people all had the day off and were appalled that I did not also, and acted like it was insane that I both had to work and wasn't being paid holiday pay. Goofy. It was BUSY today. I didn't like it.
So. What did I put in my body for my annoying diet today? Let's see, here's the menu:
Breakfast:
1 granola bar: 120 calories
Lunch:
1 apple: 80 calories
1 loaf of pita bread: 140 calories
1 home-baked crescent cake: 65 calories
½ cup milk: 45 calories
Snack:
1½ cup salad: 15 calories
Dressing:
2 tablespoons lite Miracle Whip: 70 calories
1 tablespoon Heinz ketchup: 40 calories
Dinner:
2/3 cup corn: 80 calories
1 Morningstar Farms Chik Patty: 150 calories
¼ cup egg substitute: 30 calories
1 banana: 105 calories
That's a total of 960 calories. Which leaves 40 to play with to make 1,000 calories. Not much to pick from, but I could have some extra egg substitute with my dinner, or a couple slices of pickles. Yay. Joy. Oh, rapture.