yeah.

rabbit x owl = rabbowl

life cant just be animal crackers and biology chapters.
i certainly hope not.
what would happen if the rabbit mated with the owl? that would be a killer animal cracker.
literally and figuratively.


the health sciences library has some pretty awesome books.
this was taken while sitting in my cubicle doing evolutionary biology amongst a sea of green and blue UB scrubs.
thats about all i do. study and drink. somewhere in the middle of that, sleep sneaks its way in.

this bio exam on friday will have to say "uncle" when im done with it.
there are about 400 students in the same, "im in deep shit" boat, but in the words of jay z:

"i tell you the difference between me and 'em.
they tryin' get them 1's, im tryin' to get them m's
1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4 - in just 5 years, 40 million more
you are now lookin' at the 40 million boy..."

yeap.

we could do air ones, hun - or louis loafers...

so im sitting here, listening to "weekend girl" by cam'ron, and im thinking about the critic's notebook in the ny times that i read a couple weeks back. it mentioned several contenders in the race for song of the summer during a summer that really didnt have one. one could've argued that shakira's hips didnt lie, that nelly furtado's ode to the promiscuous girl in all of us was the song that put us all into a rump shaking frenzy, or perhaps even, gnarls barkley - driving us all crazy with an overplayed song that i really hate to love now thanks to mainstream radio. (please pardon all the cheesy puns.)
so where does "weekend girl" come into play? Kelefa Sanneh points out exactly that. where was "weekend girl?" where was cam'ron? i dont know, but im not too sure if this song would've helped to sum up all the emotions that is exactly summer - well, for me at least. still, i think it would've been a reasonable battle in the ring considering this song isn't even on the map officially in the music industry.
the piece also goes on to talk about how perhaps the root of this tiny question may lie in new york's two premier hip hop radio stations - hot 97 and power 105. i myself listen to both radio stations - depending on the mood im in. if i feel like getting down on a friday or saturday night but cant afford to wear my skanky outfit to go clubbing cause its in the wash - i listen to hot 97. if i feel like "powering down" with power 105 at night - thats what i fall asleep to. (i blame krock for changing their format so horribly that i cant even stand to listen to penn and teller in the afternoons.) nonetheless, this was the pinnacle of the article for me. when i could hear justin timberlake's "sexyback" on a hip hop radio station, the rotation of its producers need to be reevaluated. this is not to say that the integration of different genres of music is frowned upon, but it makes me question where the true good music has gone. have we gotten so lax, that we can simply take a instant club hit as the definintion and standard for what we should listen to?
i dont know, but anyways, seriously have a listen to "weekend girl." its still a pretty hot song despite all this.
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speaking of lax, i would just like to mention that im disappointed in talib kweli. upon his single, "listen" gracing my ears, it sounded like a good song - something i expect from an artist of his caliber. however, listening to it a little more made me realize that it was too good - too typical of kweli. maybe im calling it too soon. i have to admit, i havent heard anything else from his new album, but i hope that this time around he creates a more progressive sound. i remember when kweli and mos def put out their own separate sophmore debuts around the same time, critics agreed that mos def defined himself as a singular mc, moving past black star. talib kweli on the other hand remained relatively stationary. critics aside, ive listened to both albums, comparing them to their previous endeavors and to each other. all i can say is i await this new album in hopes of being wowed by what i fear talib kweli might lack without the oomph of black star.

The Greatest

i know this is a little late, but this cat power article in the ny times is pretty interesting. it basically describes her path from sobriety to making her best album to date. the first time i heard the greatest, i remember it was different than her previous albums. not as moody or melancholic, but not necessarily entirely bright or optimistic either. i thought the progression was natural and a relief frankly. for a person with such great hair and bangs, this was a far cry from her notorious stage fits and temperamental sets.
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by the way, is the new tv on the radio album, not amazing?
yeah, thats what i thought. what's even better? the remix of "hours" by el p.
i got the chance to see them live in prospect park, brooklyn this summer. that was pretty great, aside from the broken glass bottle that i was sitting next to.

im also patiently awaiting el p's new album. i think hes a great mc and producer, but if i had to pick where his talents truely lie, it would definately be as a producer. he has a blog up, if you're interested. complete with mustache theory, cigarettes and well, stuff.

Day of Learning

today classes are cancelled because the Dalai Lama is here to be a distinguished speaker at the University at Buffalo.

its a huge deal.

shut down roads, security, rain and no umbrellas - oh my.
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its pretty amazing to me how little people know of the Dalai Lama. im no expert myself but its astonishing the range of comments people have. from things like, "Who's the Dalai Lama?" to "Does he speak english?"

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so i decided that since it was the day of learning, i would take the day out and devote it to something non-chemistry related.

Christina has a date with Gore Vidal.

hopefully i'll learn something about myself or the world today.
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"oh yoko, oh yoko - my love will turn you on." - John Lennon

whoo! alright-yeah...uh-huh

first off, some housekeeping issues that i have on my mind:

1. i think people should stop using school library computers to go on myspace - yeah, totally.
everytime i walk past the computers near lockwood library, i see someone on myspace, facebook or internet shopping. we waste enough of our lives on that crap the second we turn on our computers at home, cant we spare one moment and devote it to something a little more important than whether or not we have a new friend request?

on that note: fuck myspace. fuck facebook too. that website ruined my life.

2. and i quote,
"dear weather, what the fuck?"
i wore shorts today just to give mother nature the middle finger. i wouldve worn flip flops too if i didnt have lab. knowing buffalo, it will just snow tomorrow.

3. chemistry flow charts are ridiculous and a waste of paper.

4. if i didnt already have a dream, being a sneaker promoter would be my dream job.

5. listen to the rapture - and get yourself into it.
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ive always viewed blogs as a medium in which you could get your ideas across for some audience (what kind im not sure of), or as a way to display the sappy lyrics of a song that you kept on loop on your ipod for a week and a half. both of which can be done in the most cliche and redundant way possible or mastered with a little bit of sophistication and a little less of the "remember when we were in hs?" quality.

so, with that said, i pose a disclaimer.
i am not for any of that crap mentioned above. however, this will be the only time in which i will ever give into telling the public about how frustrating relationships - or a lack thereof one is.
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all the good ones are
a. taken by yellow fever [which invariably cannot be good]
b. gay or
c. have sex with you for an entire semester, move to a major city - stop talking to you and find a girlfriend
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i suppose one would want to call this some type of pity letter i have written to myself, but in all honesty, i have few words to describe my state. i refuse to make this some personal ode to crying my puny heart out. (in fact, i had very few tears.) wondering why and merely being another soul under the status of "single" on facebook's burning questions in your profile.
in true pop-punk teenager fashion - ive deleted this person from my life. from all devices that could possibly lead me to him. well, except for one. that channel has pretty much become obsolete to me and is what it is - facetious.
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"no one should make you doubt your awesomeness." - my roommate
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dear aesop rock and/or cool calm pete,
will you marry me? i make a mean bowl of frosted flakes - you wont be disappointed.

sincerely,
Christina C.
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as with everything - i am of two minds.
a. things really suck and i would almost give a limb to be with this person.
b. what the fuck? - just bad luck.
im single. i get hit on very often. im asian and i have a large ass. you were an asshole - im sorry for your loss. i hope i meet you in a bar one day and flip you off - nyc is too small for the both of us.
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i really didnt mean any of part b.
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this is chuckanuka. he worries about everything - a lot like myself. i assure you he will make you feel better in any situation.

then, there's always this:

Certified Gangsters

i dont know if you've heard but, uh, these are pretty nice - and by that, i mean they should be in my possession.
size 6 - holla back.

Today's Fine

what a spectacular day.
its unfortunate that i have to devote it to chemistry.


i just thought this picture was pretty gangster.
i dont know these people personally, and i'm pretty sure mark the cobrasnake doesnt either.
nonetheless, this photo brings to light that if i were to ever become a hipster - a full on hipster, i would go all the way. none of this half assing bullshit would get it accomplished.

First Post?

I'm not sure I know what exactly a first post consists of.
I suppose the only things on my mind on another dreary weekend morning in buffalo is that I really wish I were home. I wish I could recieve the hugs of people I care about and those that I dont think are assholes without them asking why I needed one.

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In the city, every building and every streetcorner is sad with you. Even then, it doesnt feel so bad.
Here, every item on my desk, on my bed only makes me feel more lonely than ever.