Amandoo’s Handle of Realitumtum

i’m still sick, i got pink eye! i haven’t had that in over a decade (i did used to get it as a child). we’ll see how this all goes. and i’ve been missing work and boo hiss and stuff.

i did find some good things-

Kombucha

it is good for you! i drink the Synergy brand of Kombucha because they have lots of tasty flavors- I recommend Green or Pink like Cranberry. the guy who made it made it for his mother while she had breast cancer and from this (and other things of course) she got better!

i still have the hacking cough. it’s not sexy.

the good news is king geedorah’s album is so good i just listened to it the whole way through twice. i will maybe write about it later and add lyrics. i’m starting to build up a lyric database of the songs/artists i like, but especially one’s that aren’t much out on the web already.

i’m sad that my blog broke because someone had put a link up for the white rapper show thing. the surest thing is that i’m still me, amandoo, the dorky future hip-hop star, livin the life, makin no bucks now that i’m not at the ‘bux, and coughing and sleeping. minus coughing and sleeping and add writing and listening to music and that will probably describe me for the rest of the week. and i’ll still be coughing/sleeping too.

pink eye?!!?! what’s that! yeah. i’ll let you know how it goes!

My blog was a white page all day because dreamhost upgraded PHP on their servers. Now I’m rocking the shiniest new Wordpress yuh aver did seeinged.

I watched this show for the second time tonight (only because I’m ill). I was WAY more embarrassed this time than last- as they were in my hometown- Detroit (what!), and they were up against people who actually know how to freestyle, and they all BLEW.

It was pathetic. I don’t even know what they were saying. I wouldn’t want to even be on that show because it is quite obviously making fun of these people that never really say much other than a couple of rhymes they worked on all week trying to bite at the other rhymer, and they look STUPID all the way.

I was very upset. Why didn’t they have anything to say! And don’t tell me I couldn’t have done better, because, well, if you’ve ever seen me, it’s not as if I could do better, but I can at least talk about things that matter to me instead of trying to be on a power trip.

So maybe I should try out for the show.

On second thought, maybe not. I’m probably going to be sick now for another week.

Natural Village is a quaint, delicious Chinese restaurant located in Huntingdon Valley, PA, near Calloway’s. It truly is a gem among the myriad greasy, MSG-d, leaving you feel sick Chinese food restaurants- it has exquisite vegan meal options (better than the meat ones in my opinion and I like meat). It’s very reasonably priced, especially if you can make it for lunch- you can get a full meal for between $5-8. For dinner, you could go minimal and get the Vegan House Special Wonton for 2 and a spring roll for about $8/9 or a heaping portion of Vegetable Lo-Mein (with enough vegetables to make it interesting) for $7. They use textured vegetable protein, soy, and lots of vegetables and deliciousauce.
I honestly recommend everything I’ve tried- Sesame Chicken (comes with perfectly crunchy broccoli), Mango Chicken (with delicious mushrooms, mango slices, and odd but tasty crispy white things), all the Lo-Meins are good, Winter and Spring, Meat Delight (the fake kind), and STUFF (more to come when I get menu- soon!). Spring roll is good!! Everything is the best.
I’m getting hungry for it- I just ate their yesterday and had some leftovers today and still had leftovers but I left them at work sad face.

They are all really sweet there, and in all the dozens of times I’ve been there there has never been any service issue. They even gave my friend vegetable oil for his car!

Overall it is a fantabulous restaurant full of delicious and healthier than the majority of Chinese restaurants’ food, for reasonable prices, and the ambiance is amusingly pleasing. I so so highly recommend it- let’s go!

(I plan to hopefully insert a menu and more stuffs very soon. Also- the paw rating- is for a cat and dog’s two paws each. ‘Tis the beginning of a very exciting review system)

Natural Village
1928 County Line Rd
Huntingdon Valley, PA
(215) 364-3960

a local bar (that i go to a lot) cuts their smirnoff (which isn’t even that good anyway) with vladimir or some other gross cheap vodka. i don’t know. what am i to do? i figured the best way to start to make a change is to write about it on my approaching-famous blog. and then sue. no. something more clever. i’ll take suggestions.

the dog really ate half a bag of m and m’s yesterday. sad news. she’s okay though. such a champ that bella!!!

seriously- w t f. how are you going to be doing that to sincere citizens just trying to get a decent shot of something on the rocks.

this nameless bar is going down.

Jesse’s comment reminded me about going to the casino last weekend in Atlantic City. It was hilarious! And depressing! Well, it was sort of sad, and I did lose money in the end- but I had some fun! We all piled into my car, two too many (they sat/lay in the back) and we argued about musical choice. We did end up making it just fine and it was my first time. I didn’t know what would lie ahead. Well, as I already said, it was depressing. You could just sense it right away. The hopelessness and despair of all the people betting and losing their life away was counterbalanced by the few winning and, for me, the golden potentials that lay ahead. It’s almost like this quote from Arrested Development:

“Tobias: You know, Lindsay, as a therapist, I have advised a number of couples to explore an open relationship where the couple remains emotionally committed, but free to explore extra-marital encounters.
Lindsay: Well, did it work for those people?
Tobias: No, it never does. I mean, these people somehow delude themselves into thinking it might, but…but it might work for us.

What I’m trying to say is I thought I could win and I didn’t. I never got to a table, but I had a good time on those stupid slot machines. I also had a good time watching people throw down $100 chips on a roulette table like it was no big deal. Yeah, well your fake fur is a big deal non-baller-baller.

The good part of the story is that a girl amongst us did come out about 180 on top. The best part of the story is the free hot dogs at Sunoco (there were no buns, but they did have to work for them) and the creepy story about the Chicago wind blowing up the cashier’s short skirt told to a sole person after everyone else had come back to the car.

We had the best times of our lives that night. I think. Well, probably more so when we ate fondue together and laughed.

Jesse’s comment also reminded me that I do have friends, whether or not they’re conditionally friendshipped- Jesse told me that night that we were friends- but only because I had lost money and that made him feel better.

it certainly was a time. never will i go again, but it was an experience. fine. i will probably go back. and win. on the tables. if you’ve read this blog enough you’d know that people probably wouldn’t know what to expect next from me.

good day!

i still have a LOT of thoughts and no one to talk to about them with because a- i’m supposed to be working or doing important real things like other people, and b- i used all of my cell plan minutes and have already gone over boohoo! that never happens (twice to me) and it’s expensive (hundreds of times more than not expensive).

a few things i will say am saying whether they’re important or not:

-my car was low battery all the way home last night. sad. scary.
-i’m not sure what ‘romantic relationships’ are but they’re tough. and beneficial? and a million things people have already said everywhere. yeah.
-i like the thought of this to show my edited thoughts/ideas/but that would only mean more extensive, embarrassing, intimate, and time-wasting blogs.
-why am i a jerk? how did i become the opposite of nice? why am i talking to my blog about it so much?
-why would i even consider admitting that i’m considering listening to recommend types of country-esque music?
-do people know i tell the absoulute truth on my blog almost 98% of the time all the time?
-i ate a chocolate strawberry thing from a ‘lunchables’ (bottomy!) and didn’t realize there were cracklepoppers in it! those things are so invasive and violating when they won’t go away all popping in your brain-ears
-do i have real problems or just neurotic problems? which is worse?
-will this be my last blog?

for today yes. i think. i have some reviews i want to do, but i will save them for a new day. back to ‘real work’. i wish i was a writer. but paid.

oh i should have titled this ’something gross’. what i really want to know is, what does “it’s cold as balls” mean? what balls? and why are they so cold? i’m afraid i’ve missed the ship on that one.

but i think it’s cold as bales of hay out there.

and creepy.

so once upon a time, when i was really really crazy, i stayed up all night with my crazy-in-a-different-way-but-still-pretty-crazy-cousin and we just stood on the street by my house, and we talked every once in a while. it was a very interesting night, i thought it would somehow be the answer to everything unanswered in question, staying up and not taking my medication (at that time- bad medication that is), and figuring out the meaning of life.

well, it was good, full of meaning and nothingness at the same time, i have emotions about it, but the point is this- in the early morning 3/4/5am (my new bedtimes now), three different cars drove by, and they all had incredibly weird passengers/things in them. i was just paranoid in general too so i was scared of them.

one was a man who looked a lot like Jesus, but also a little Santa- his long, flowy beard was puffy, and white, and his interior car light was on. why. why! it’s not a question. there is no answer.

i can’t explain the terror chord that struck inside me- he went down this small street at like 25/30milesperhour, and then back again more rapidly, and it was frightful. i tried to tell myself ‘maybe he delivers newspapers’, or ‘maybe he has the light on to stay awake’, but his expressionless face was the scariest part.

now wait, listen, the best part is still coming.

last night it was really snowy/icy and my car sort of stopped working. i was driving with two humans, and we see a car in the distance. as it approached, my nervousness increased. and it was HIM! creepy-like-nothing-else, still-had-the-interior-light-on-speeding-in-the-icy-snow-streets-man!!! and the WORST PART?!?!?

——–he got to a stop sign behind us as i was freaking out and trying to explain and make them see him, and he JUST OPENED HIS DOOR AND GOT OUT OF THE CAR SLOWLY (why?). i was too scared to keep watching.—————-

who is he and what was he doing? where did he come from? most importantly- WHY ARE WE CONNECTED?!?!?!?!??!

now i can’t sleep right.

so this guy commented on this story:

“hi just thought you might want to know that your website is a google whack for pathement beef if you are unfimmilliar with a google whack it is when u put 2 words in google and only one website appears anyway just thought you might like to know its nice to tell the person whos website it is that their web site is a gooogle whack”

i found this while researching ‘googlewhack’ in google: “Your goal: find that elusive query (two words - no quote marks) with a single, solitary result! ” (that’s a googlewhack okay? interesting)

so my blog has one: pathement beef

that’s from the story with pathement instead of pavement. i don’t understand how someone did end up finding it but i’m glad they did.
to make a long story short- i tried to find my own googlewhacks and did not win.

But i did win this today: cat playing some mean piano (and you’ve gotta love that!)

i know things are pretty bad when i start crying because there are men outside cutting off dead branches from trees on the golf course. it’s just too frigid.

i know things are really bad when i start crying at wawa because the music is so bad, and then i hide the crying, and then i remember this is not the first time i’ve cried at wawa. and the worsesest of all? i made a facebook group about it.

things just went from bad to worse to the most viciously gross? somehow fergalicious is playing in the background on my computer sound and i haven’t the will to change it.