I'm getting better at this!

Does anyone else find it pathetic that now, after having this blog since 2008, I am just figuring out how to make the photo uploading process simpler?

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I had always just used the HTML code that photobucket gave me, but now that I've changed that these photos are no longer clickable! (Like I've been wanting since what....early 09??)

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Also, is it bad that I share these kinds of things? Like shouldn't this all be in my head instead of the stuff I actually publish? (As in, instead of having a problem while talking about food, and then fixing it and continuing about food, I stop and talk about the actual problem... This says to me that I let you all in on too much. Next I'll be telling you about how I can never find any of my socks....where do they go??)

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Yeah. Luxirare posts about Fauchon, but I post about noodles and company.

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It was my day off, and I was practically out of money because I don't get my next check until next week, so I decided to get some moderately priced, surprisingly delicious food. I actually went to Trinacria earlier that day and got a sandwich, but I ate it so fast I didn't even have time to take a picture of it :P

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Shot of the table while I waited for my food. I specifically sat in the sun so I could take nice photos :)

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So this is probably my favorite picture I've taken since I've been back on the blogging-wagon. (If that's even a thing)

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I actually didn't realize it until after the food had arrived at the table, but I was supposed to get chicken on this. I was just about to call the woman back over because I could've sworn I ordered it, but then I remembered I didn't have enough money when I got up to the register for chicken...

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It was satisfying anyway.

I'm gonna make the "taking pictures of half eaten food" thing something regular here. Sorry if it disgusts you. It shouldn't though; I'm just trying to prove a point.

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I'll get back to you when I figure out just what that point is.

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Candy Photography '11

I think it's an improvement on the incredibly tacky photos of Pocky I took a year ago. There's still some melted Hershey's kiss on my windowsill.

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RANT

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The other day during service I was doing some mundane task, nothing that required much attention, so I started to do what I usually do in that type of situation: Think.

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Dominic thinking alone is a dangerous thing. I just become so involved in my thoughts that I begin to have conversations with people that are standing around me, in my head. Like someone will be standing right next to me, silent, and I'll plan out how an entire conversation will go with them without ever saying a word. I just get way too involved in my mind.

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Anyway, I was thinking (and I hate to even say this because I really don't like for people to know that I doubt myself) that for some reason I felt as though I couldn't do "this" (service) every day of my life.

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Sometimes I think about the possibility that I've chosen the wrong job, but usually those doubts fade away by the next morning and everything is normal again. I'm sure I'm not the only person who does this, especially within this industry (I can only imagine how the people who do that that are in their 30's and 40's feel [trapped?]). I'm still young though; I could enroll in pre-med and start college again in the fall and still be a doctor at the same age that everyone else does.

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I'm obviously not going to do this because I believe I've invested way too much in this to just let it go. I suppose this is the fight. I always wondered when I would get to the point where I would second guess myself, and about two weeks ago it was getting serious. I was doing very poorly at work; it just felt like Vino Rosina all over again. I don't think that semi colon was used properly in that sentence.... whatever. Anyway, I've been doing much better (I actually didn't even want to talk about that week because honestly by the time I was ready to talk about it, it was already over with).

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Whoa. I think this is the farthest off topic I've ever gotten.

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Getting back to what I was saying before, when I get lost in my head, nothing good comes from it. I start questioning things that don't need to be questioned, I start making up things in my head, wondering if people are talking about me, laughing at me for some reason. I guess those are just my insecurities, and it's really killing me to publish all that because I don't even like to recognize that I have insecurities, let alone telling other people about them.

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I have a lot more to say on this topic but I'll save it for another time. We need some comic relief here; getting too serious. Sometime in the future we'll discuss "Dominic" and "Alexander". (Oh you must think I'm craaaaazy -.-)

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I went to IKEA later that night; just though I'd share my dinner with all of you. I actually think that when my dinner isn't staff meal at work, I'll take a picture of it and post it, no matter what it is. (Clearly it's usually nothing special; chicken fingers from the IKEA cafeteria)

One last thing! I saw this couch there, and I swear if I had $200 I would have bought it. It was final sale, I'm guessing because it was so ugly, but I thought it was amazing. This couch would be in my house... if I had a house... and $200...

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Anybody who knows me knows I spend way too much time in IKEA.

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am so sleepy. I had a whole post planned, oodles of pictures, etc.

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but I am so damn tired right now... and it's not even that late. I promise a proper post will be up tomorrow morning, but for now let me say a few things before I pass out.

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I am deleting my facebook sometime within the next two weeks, in which time I will be collecting phone numbers. I am done with social networking. If you want to talk to me, call me or text me.

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It's not that I don't want to try Twitter, it's that I was over it before anyone knew what Twitter even was. Two years ago I made one, got bored and annoyed with it, and never used it again. But this is how everything happens with me, right? Years ago I used to listen to dance/house music, and everyone made fun of me because I didn't like 50 cent like they did. Now you turn on the radio, and every song is a dance song (or at least has a dance beat).

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Maybe one day people will be smart enough to post complete thoughts to the Internet to actually contribute to something/ serve some purpose (making people laugh, letting you in on my "online journal", being informative, etc.) instead of just polluting the world with poorly spelled 140 character messages of "gng ovr my bbs house 2day!!". The entire idea of micro-blogging ("social networking") is ridiculous; if you want to know what someone is doing right at this moment, ask them! Not only will it help you become better friends, but I'm sure they would be flattered to hear your genuine interest in the car wash they got today, followed by the pack of M&M's they ate "in like three seconds!!". Yeah.

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Not only have I gotten completely off topic, I've gotten mean.

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It's late. I'm tired. I have work tomorrow. I get a pass ;D

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As a reward for those of you with exceptional attention spans, you get to see what I do when I have off on a Friday night.

Usually when people say that you'll never meet someone like them again, they're lying.

It's so strange to the point where people no longer think of you as a person. Take that as you want.

Gypsies

Daaaaammmmnnnnnnnnnnnn.

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Photobucket uploading is such a tiresome process.

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It's bad enough I have to resize every single photo in photoshop in the first place, but now I have to wait 10 years for them to appear on the computer.

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Oh yeah, so I bought this car.

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It's great! Yes I blocked out the tag, and the funny this is that it's not because I didn't want you guys to get my information; it's that I really hate the giant yellow dealership plate.

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Ugh....I had a funny joke there but I've seemed to have forgotten because of this MASSIVE HEADACHE! I have no idea why I decided to do this post right now while I have an awful headache; I should actually be resting my eyes because I have to leave at 5:30 for something anyway.

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I know it's not a migrane (I've only ever had one of those and I was crawling on the floor and throwing up) but I'm convinced I have some kind of recurring sinus infection. Because whenever I get headaches one side of my nose clogs up and one of my eyes pulsates with pain. I would go to a doctor, but I never really have time to go spend an entire day at the clinic just for them to tell me what I already know.

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No more WebMD for me.

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PICTURES OF FOOD ON A FOOD BLOG??

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Yes I know, it sounds nearly impossible, but for the first time since last May, I have taken some photos of food.

I had this burrata caprese salad in December. I don't quite understand why a restaurant would offer a salad where the main component is tomatoes, but this is coming from the person who didn't know you weren't supposed to put tomatoes in the refrigerator. I did eat this at a hotel in Miami, so perhaps they grew the tomatoes in the sunny weather....

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Do they even grow tomatoes in florida? In America? Where do tomatoes come from?? What does a tomato farm look like? I have gone of on a tangent but I am intrigued by the mystery of the tomato manufacturing process. I'll definitely get back to you guys on that.

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(Speaking of tangents, whenever I type one of these blog posts, I never really have a outline or some sort of plan of what to write. All of this stuff just comes off of the top of my head. Halfway through typing a post, I always wonder if it's too incoherent, but after I read the entire thing, it turns out okay. Like I always feel that this should be more structured like all the other food blogs, but then again I only spend about one or two paragraphs talking about food anyway).

The bottom photo only feeds into my obessession with taking pictures of half eaten food. Again, why do we only appreciate things before we eat them? Probably because the intention of the chef is to make things look appealing to draw the guest in, then once they've messed up the plating, they get to enjoy the food.

Maybe I'll be the first to create something that looks beautiful until the moment the plate is empty.

These are the things I think of.

(Oh those ray-ban glasses in the first pic. I miss them so much (T.T))

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This ones not as "artsy" as the other ones, but thats what happens when you take pictures of food in the dark, which I hate. I used to constantly complain about how I needed a flash on my phone camera because a lot of restaurants have dim lighting. But now that I have flash, I just realized that it's much better just to take pictures in proper lighting.

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Starbucks chicken salad sandwich is amazing.

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Somebody went to H-Mart. ;)

The smart photography days.

I wish I had a DSLR camera... I actually wish I had a lot of things.

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I'll try and make this brief because I have to leave for work in an hour, and as you all can imagine that means no photos. I was going to do a big photo only post but as I was going through all of the pictures I took over the last year and only two words came to mind: sub par.

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And it's not really that I don't have a good camera, I guess I just got lazy with my pictures because I no longer had a reason to take them. In 2009 I took pictures of practically everything I ate, and now....nothing. But now that I've brought this place back from the dead (for like the 4th time right?) I will definitely get back on that wagon!

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Example.

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And that was with the 3 mega pixel camera on my iPhone!! I'm going doing stuff like that again.

I'm also going to look into a new uploading site; actually the main reason this post doesn't have pictures is because how long the photobucket uploading process is. I feel like eventually they'll shut my account down and all my previous posts will have giant white boxes with red "X"'s. that makes me angry.

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