Of Burps and Aquatic Plants

It's very troublesome staying with housemates. I can't do the things I usually do at home like burp loudly and say "AHHHhhhh HHMMMMMMmm" after a sneeze. It's even worse staying with three guys because you feel as though you're the sole representative of the girl kingdom and have to behave carefully in order to uphold the reputation of girls all over the world.

Being up early as usual today I thought I was all alone and sneezed, yelling loudly as I do after it, before I remembered the three sleeping bodies in close proximity to my room. Ah well...

I went swimming yesterday at the International pool again for the second time in two weeks. I'm lousy at swimming (I swim one lap and stop, swim another and stop) but managed to swim 20 laps which for me is a big feat. After that we went to little Tokyo, and I ordered Herbal Coke.

Never, ever, order Herbal Coke in some weird Asian-esque restaurant. The Coke is nothing but some weak sugar water with an aquatic plant, yes I repeat an aquatic plant in it. I finished my Coke to the last dregs and then made Andrew try the aquatic plant which actually had spores, yes I repeat spores on its furry little leaves. Andrew the little devil pretended it was very nice so I had a bite myself.

It was furry and mossy and tasted exactly as though the owners of Little Tokyo had pulled up some weed from their decorative ponds and put it into my drink. But it still had a slight Herbal Coke taste so that was good : )

So after that we went to the library to study and sat on the wide grass patch outside the library where the daffodils were nodding gaily. I think I slept more than studied, my "Physiology of Plants" serving as a pillow to rest my head on. Liting had brought her Philosophy texts, which resulted in some confusion:

Liting: "I'm going to bring my Philo"

Me: "Your pillow? I think I shall bring mine as well"

Liting: "My philo doofus head"

Well, she didn't exactly say that, but an author a struggling blogger is allowed some literary embellishment.

And sitting on the grass patch caused me to sit on some uncomfortably prickly plants which looked exactly like the one in my Herbal Coke and which plant-y splinters got into my finger causing it to bleed. So you see studying on the grass in the springtime may be a nice idea in theory, but isn't as lovely as it's all cut out to be. Even daffodils don't make up for Herbal Coke disappointments and bleeding fingers, Mr Whitman.

No don't believe that, it was a lovely day.