Underpants!

The numbered selection of mens' underwear pales in comparison to the vast, endless, and colorful variety of womens' underwear. The differences are striking and shocking! The general consensus is that men don't really care about what their underwear looks like, design-wise. As long it's functional and clean, all's good, I hear. The numerous options in womens' underwear is so dizzying because the styles vary so greatly. Great arguments consummate over functionality versus style. Thongs offer little coverage and minimal panty lines while bikini panties offer a waistline just above the hip and a leg opening that cuts right down the butt cheeks. Hip huggers hug the hips and sometimes offer more bum coverage, but sometimes not. How underwear fits isn't only dependent on the cut of the style, but also on the very 3-dimensional human form. Underwear is typically loose on me because I have no bum. Really. I look kinda like a ruler. But I like it.

G-string deserve a whole paragraph on their own because so many sub-categories exist! G-strings are similar to thongs in that they offer minimal coverage, perfect for wearing under tighter trousers to eliminate unsightly panty lines but the essential difference is the amount of fabric. In G-strings, a small strip or triangle of fabric covers the front and a string rests between the buttocks (leading G-strings to be coined "butt floss") while thongs have a strip on fabric in the back offering sometimes substantial coverage of the butt crack. G-strings sometimes sport expensive decorations like rhinestones or golden chains. I really think this extravaganza really illuminates the plainness of mens' underwear.

Mens' underwear is mainly bought in packs while women tend to sort through and pick several pairs individually. Most mens' underwear is cotton or a cotton blend. Womens' underwear, however, includes polyester, Lycra, acetate, and other such synthetics. Personally, I'm a 99%-100% cotton fan. But I have nothing against those who chose others. Women love options and maybe that's why there are so many more styles of womens' underwear than mens'.

Chicken

I learned, from the Discovery Channel's show "How It's Made", how processed chicken becomes, well, processed. I'm glad I've eaten less meat since I've gotten to college. It's a lot easier to say, "No" to meat since I've so many options at meal times! The process didn't look gross on TV so I've nothing against the way DC presented it, and I don't dislike the taste of meat, it's just my body that doesn't like meat. 'Tis sad, but what can I do?

So I started to think about how chicken was coined "the other white meat." And it makes sense, the differences between red meat and white meat, I just wish they had noticably different effects on me. I was also thinking about farm-raised chickens and the chickens that are free to roam and do their thing. Chinese people, for one, really favor the free-roaming ones more and usually think that chicken breasts are too rough and "mushy" when it's not fresh. I prefer the veggies! and TOFU! but not the deep fried tofu. Yummy!

Pigs are usually the epitome of dirty/unclean, but really, chickens are even dirtier then pigs! Pigs are usually used as substitutes for humans in scientific research (when it comes to organs at least) and some behaviors carry over. Pigs poo in one place, like humans do. Dogs can be trained to poo in an orderly fashion, but chickens? They just go. Whenever it feels right, it happens. So chickens run around in their OWN POO. Ew. Everyone agrees that poo is necessary, but gross. So how are pigs th epitome of dirty? Re-think that one.

Chickens: 0
Piggys: 1

Laundry

Productivity is a flexible word. Measuring productivity is a task of varying difficulties because productivity is both objective and subjective. For instance, I felt productive today because I did my laundry. I had clean, dry clothing to fold and neatly put away in my drawers and hang in the closet. Finishing that single load sent a wave of accomplishment over me. I'm sure people with high-stress, high-profile jobs will view my sense of productivity as childish and immature, especially when compared to their goals and aspirations. Today, I felt like being easily satisfied.

In actuality, I say that I accomplished more than just laundry. I helped Marta with her opinion paper, I made her read my paper defining "unclean" which prompted her to clean her room and I devised a way to put my fan in the window to suck in the cool night air. It works wonders! I also held an awesome conversation with an old friend, read a Bible verse or two, and relocated my iTunes library. It was a productive day in my book.

Of course, as in all things, productivity also has an opposite: laziness. Of that heinous act, I plead guilty today. I skipped my morning class because I didn't feel like hiking 20 minutes through the downpour. In some books, this laziness would cancel out the counts of productivity but in my book, it just means I have more work tomorrow to make up for what I missed today. Tomorrow, I'll find out if staying dry this morning was worth it.

Today, productive, was I.

Shiny New Things

Oh, the smell of great new things! This is obviously the maiden post on this virgin blog; I must say, it's tantalizingly exciting! This is the same feeling I experience when getting a new gadget, shopping for school supplies, or browsing through new books! Mmm.

So college is excellent so far. Skimming the surface, I feel unstressed but really, I'm worried about so many things. Tuition: will I be able to find student loans with good terms? Fall classes: will I be able to keep up the pace? Professors: oh, how will they be? Doing well, I hope. And also teaching beyond exceptional, I hope. /is slightly nervous

I've chatted with my roommate on Facebook; we actually live in the same building right now, but we haven't met in person yet. Funny how technology really divides people, huh? (I actually wrote about that in a recent essay.)

During this summer experience, I've grown to really enjoy writing. The essays and other literature we're exposed in class really inspires me sometimes. For example, an essay titled "Love is a Fallacy" wasn't just a class reading, but also an eye-opener. I wish I could write like that author. /sigh

More later! Promise!