rajan has found me the king of all nicknames, the insult to out-insult all other insults...Smelly McBigMaC!! ! AAAAAAARGH!!!! geeeeez! can you believe that? first, i get the nickname smelly, which, i have, over several years (of therapy) come to accept as jovial humor exchanged between good friends (and that has morphed several times, switching between schmelly, schmellen, smellen, schmelly-cat, etc), as a general sign of good-humored intimacy between friends. in dental school, i start getting all the ellen-esque nicknames that have to do with protein metabolism and saliva and, get this: cancer. so siELLEN, mELLENoma, enamELLoma, enamELLin...and that was okay, pretty quirky, kinda geeky (and thus my style), and generally okay with me. then, one unfortunate day, i unwittingly let out a little snort in front of bighead and thus is born the nickname that has come to prsonify me in practically every way: PIGGY!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! i snort, thus i am a piggy. i track dirt everywhere i go, so i'm a piggy. i eat A LOT, so i'm a piggy. i'm always hungry, so i'm a piggy. people have always been giving me stuffed pigs and other pig paraphernalia...so really i've had this pig theme haunting me throughout my life, only to fruition during the years i thought civility and respect would reign: professional school.
(big sigh here). then one glorious day, porage got this huge blast of smartass humor and turned piggy into P. Iggy, in the style of P. Diddy - so since i guess, october or november of last year, i've been respending to the cries of piggy! or P. Iggy! in place of the name my mother painstakingly chose for me. i've even come to like the name. i'm reminded of this one time we were christmas present shopping at masonville mall, and we happened upon a little store on the upper floor that sold cube-sha[ed candles with letters on them, the point being that you co uld put the blocks together and spell words. after mulling about the store, bighead and porage were building something with these cube candles...and after a few busy moments of fiddling with letters and running around to find the pink floating pigs, lo and behold! there was a small wall of cube blocks spelling "OUR PIGGY" on blue and grey and white letters and little pink pigs around the whole shebang. moral of the story: even if your friends call you piggy all day every day, it doesn't mean you have to find new friends. aaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahhhhahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

aaaaaaaanyway. where was i. YEAH, so from an endearing and well-meant P. Iggy RAJAN comes up with SMELLY McBIGMAC, mixing an odorous adjective with the first half of ally mcbeal's last name (yes, a nice big poke at my stupid blog about how much i loved ally ,er, larry), and then to just tie it all together with the biggest, fattest, grossest sandwich that mcdonald's has to offer...well, i just don't know what to say. i'm trying to think of one for rajan, and really, the best i've come up with so far is rajan the biggest meanie ever! or rajan that big poohead! and well, i know there are bigger and badder words out there.

food diary (the Flan said food diaries were important ways of keeping track of what one eats) for this evening (porage partook in this, so it's not just me being really gross) (hanging out with porage is going to make me really fat, just watch): personal pizza - that was dinner. then we did our amalgam stuff. then, some popcorn at terminalis's while watching lex be really sexy on smallville (flexing money muscle!), which whetted (sp?) my appetite for more popcorn. so back at the whitehall: more popcorn, NOT low-fat, a quarter of a mocha cake from sebatini's each, leftover popcorn chicken from a gluttonous sunday night (again, porage's idea heh heh), some orange juice, a really gross half melted and almost separated fudgsicle (and chamomile tea for me)...

really, i thought i might transform porage into eating vegetables daily (at present he buys some vegetables and fruits and leaves them in the fridge until they are brown), but i am eating more and more hydrogenated fat and more food in general...

valentine's day is coming up soon, and my friend peunice is pretty much convinced that valentine's day is an evil corporate plot to generate money, which it probably is, but our feelings on the subject probably have more to do with our bitter, singlehood status. Whenever peunice talks about her relationship life, it always seems to start off with "i've had 22 years of bitter singlehood..." anyway, yeah, so no flowers for me, no chocolates for me, not even a stupid hallmark card - i think i can count on a "roses are red, violets are blue, blah blah blah it doesn't matter" card from bighead with a nice picture of The Rock on it, but i think that will be the extent of my Saint Valentine's Day.
anyway, according to the cards, i'm supposed to have a boyfriend by 2nd year of dentistry. according to my mom, i am to graduate with a husband (she warned me twice last night, within 10 minutes of two consecutive phone calls). i think my dad is accepting resumes from eligible males residing in the southern provinces of south Korea.

oral histo early tomorrow with the great galil, boxer extraordinaire. nite nite