Back To The Land Of... Umm... Yeah Listening: And if you're hungry, just remember, I was hurt, so I'm hurting you. I was hurt so I will hurt you too.
I am a lucky guy. I am an ungrateful guy. I'm a nice guy. I'm a mean guy. I'm a sensitive guy. I'm a callus guy. I'm a strong guy. I'm a weak guy. I'm a guy who knows where he wants to be. I'm a guy who has no clue where he is. I'm a boy. I'm a man. I'm a child. I'm an adult. I pay bills. I don't pay rent. I get a lot of things that other people wish they had. I would trade all of those things for just one of the things I desire. I am jaded. I am a corruptor. I am innocent. I am a lot of things that contradict each other. I am in love with the idea of being in love. I don't know if I ever have been in love. I am a lost soul. I am an old soul. I am a musician. I don't know how to play a conventional instrument. I am a DJ. I am not a DJ. I am not what my job says about me. I am not a morning person. I am a complainer. At times, I am hopeless.
Anyways, I'm just venting, as usual. Over the pas week, a lot and nothing happened. Friday was a gathering at Booch's. It was relaxing. Saturday was the Dragon Boat holiday bash. I came away from the swap with a ten dollar gift certificate to Border's Books. I think I'll use it to buya book I read about on Hipstomp's page called Why Smart People Can Be So Stupid. I could use some of that knowledge right about now. Sunday was Glare and Totoro's holiday brunch. I came out of the swap there with a bunch of nips and some shot glasses. I was psyched.
At five in the morning on Monday, I attempted to call a cab to take me to the airport. I called three cab companies and not one of them picked up. So I trekked my ass to Kendall Square to catch a cab at the Marriot. I should have been able to get a cab, but the cab companies were all conspiring against me. I eventually got a cab at the Marriot and caught the plane to Orlando just in time. I only had to wait five or so minutes before boarding.
Spent a week with the 'rents, the bro' and the mouse. Had some good food including some fois gras and some duck. Enjoyed seeing the confused looks of kids and the horrified looks of parents when they saw my "spank" shirt. Drank profusely. Well, not profusely, but enough. Shopped. Still didn't get anything of use. Still need to buy like twenty gifts. I still hate X-Mas.
Got in last night around half past seven. The Violent One was nice enough to pick me up at the airport. We had dinner at the Otherside Cosmic Cafe. The girl with the phases of the moon behind her ear was not there. I'm beginning to think she doesn't work there anymore. Came back to my place, set up a DVD player that The Violent One is letting me borrow for a while and called Japanaphile to wish him a happy birthday.
New years stuff is still up in the air. It's beginning to make me ill. I need to go home now to do laundry. *sigh* What an existance.
Ready To Run Listening: Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run...
Well, I don't have much time now either. It's four o'clock and I have to get home to change, go buy some groceries and head over to Booch's place for a potluck. I'll be making hitipi, another one of my crowd pleasers. I have a number of crowd pleasers. Here's the quick run-down of the past few days.
Wednesday: Work sucked. I went to Soleo in Waltham for a friend's birthday dinner. I knew a bunch of the people there, but not everyone. I met some cool people and I'm hoping to get together with them sometime soon for dimsum or something. I'm on my way to becoming another girl's music guru. Should be fun. Booch is an amusing driver when lost and late. Food at Soleo was good. It's a tapas place. I had some rabbit and some quail. I was being adventurous. It was all yummy.
Thursday: Work sucked. I went to the gym, came home, cooked and watched Survivor. I needed a night in. My brain was fried. I think I need to coat my skull with teflon so my brains don't stick.
Today: Work....(guess...) sucked. Frikkin people transferring money late in the day. It really puts my panties in a twist. Tonite is dinner at Booch's and possibly clubbin. Tomorrow is Dragonboat party. Sunday is Glare and Totoro's brunch and Monday I go to Disney (again). That's the skinny. Gotta bounce.
Overloaded Listening: Far away. Far away. Let her go far away.
Not much to say today. I wanna get outta here. Mumbles left five minutes after I got in today, because a pipe broke in his house. Reap the karma, bitch. Had a nasty run-in with a client today. I was being very accomodating. She was being very bitchy. I kept my cool thought. I made sure she knew that we would do everything in our power to not have what happened today happen again (provided that she sends us the proper instructions).
T-Minus *Garbled* And Counting Listening: I wrote a letter. She should have got it yesterday.
As John Mellencamp said, "I'm on my way and I'm not running any more." I've started the job search. It's scary, but I've started. The company has sucked enough life out of me that it's time that I started looking for something else to go to, if not to switch jobs then at least to have as a bargaining chip to get Mumbles out of Dodge. A number of people have said that it's about time. My parents still contend that the market will kill any potential opportunities that are out there for me. I don't know about anything. I just want some options, as I do with everything in my life. Yesterday afternoon, I shot my rezzie to Booch. She looked it over, critiqued it, and sent it back. Now I'm making more changes. I've been cleaning up my past two job descriptions. I've let it sit far too long.
So, I was looking at a jobs on Monster.com when I saw a posting for a job at ASCAP. I have to say, the prospect of working for ASCAP is kind of appealing. The idea of living in NYC, though not at the bottom of my list, is really riding pretty far behid Boston, San Fran, DC and Chicago. If you couldn't figure out that is the priority order of the cities that I'm looking at. There really is something appealing about going to San Francisco, though. I think it's something about California, sunshine, clubs going all night long and people I don't know but would be more inclined to meet since I wouldn't know anyone. I actually have family there and know one girl, but she's a nutcase. I've been throwing around the ideas of working for a university's development department. Advertising and PR are so tight, you couldn't squeeze a Listerine Cool Mint Strip into them. So I see my chances of finding anything viable in that sector as being very slim. We'll see what kind of interesting stuff I can come up with.
Last night was kind of fun. After coming home, I chilled for a while before The Violent One picked me up. We then went to get Ye-ah and headed off to get groceries at Super 88. Damn, I love that place. We did a bit of Asian grocery shopping while trying to decide what we all wanted for dinner. When push came to shove, they wanted me to make my crowd pleasing ground turkey lettuce wrap. What can I say? My friends never tire of it. So I cooked for The Violent One and Ye-ah. We didn't really start cooking until about eight thirty or nine, so we were eating at around nine thirty or so. Booch came over at around ten or so and hung out with us. She really meshes well with my palz. It's really cool. She once told me that the relationships that she has with her friends from college are completely different. So, maybe she should just be one of my college friends.
At Super 88, I picked up four pomegranates fro dessert. Yum. I had never actually cracked one open myself. Actually, I only had pomegranate on a baby spinach salad at Les Zygomates. It was so yummy then that I had to give it a shot. To tell you the truth, I had talked about this with Rebound Girl and she tried to find me one last year to no avail. So I got it this year. It was so yummy that I may just go out and keep buying them until they're out of season.
Anyways, much to the surprise of my guests, the party came to a close at around half past midnight. I was surprise myself. I cleaned everything that night and finally ended up going to sleep at half past one.
I was so tired this morning that I slept through my alarm. I know. I have three alarms, but none of them woke me up. I ended up stumbling into work at a few minutes past nine. I should have called in, but I have this strange thing called a work ethic that some other people in my office don't seem to have. The nice thing about today was that everyone sort of left me alone. It was so nice to be able to bang out my work in a quick, efficient manner, not having to stop, listen to someone ask a stupid question, answer the question, and start my work again only to be distrupted again in two minutes. Nice.
Anyways, time to go. I have to head home and set the VCR for Gilmore Girls and Smallville before I meet No Legs for dinner. Time to fly.
Things are... things. Listening: I'm afraid of changin' 'cause I built my life around you...
This weekend was a bit of a release. Friday, I ditched the company's holiday party. It was a good thing for me to do. I was so sick of work and work people that had I gone I think I would have talked so much smack I would have gotten into major trouble. It was time for a break and a break I got. I ended up going to the dragon boat meeting at the Cambridge Common between Harvard and Porter. Mmm... Beer... Mmmm... Azn glow... I love beer. It helps me cope with the crap I deal with at work. So, I hung there with dragon boat people. Some of those in attendance were Hulk, Hardcore, Booch, Shutterbug, OC Girl and prolly five or six others. It was a grand old time.
Following the meeting, Hulk, Fester, Glam and her friend all went to Avalon. Bad Boy Bill was spinning and I had a hankering to see a hometown hero. The set was alright. It wasn't his best. I spent most of the time empting my flask of Acquavit into my cup of KMX. Mmm... yummy alcohol. It was fun. I saw Go-go there as I always do. I have to say, physically, that girl is the most on-point with what I look for. She's got a tight little body, a few piercings (septum and chin spike), and beautiful eyes and smile. Furthermore, she can dance up a freakin' storm and doesn't carry an attitude. I always look forward to seeing her at Avalon. Anyways, the crew wanted to up and leave by half past one, so I went too. No big whoop.
The next day, I went to No Legs' twenty-first b-day party. It was at Milano's on Newbury Street. The food was good. The company was good. It was nice seeing No Legs. We don't see enough of each other since Rebound Girl left and we both essentially quit dancing. My guess is that she spends a lot of time with her boyfriend, Giggles, and studying. For her birthday, I searched far and wide for a sheep. I searched all over F.A.O. Schwartz, Copley and the Prudential Mall. I only found a finger puppet at Chiasso. When I had finally given up on my search for a proper sheep, I went to Copley Flair across the street from Copley Place and they had an awesome sheep, so I bought it. So for her birthday, she got two sheep, a bottle of Bailey's and a metal bucket on which I wrote "A New 21 Year Old's Best Pa^il," making a sort of play between the words "pal" and "pail." I thought it was funny. I also wrote "No Legs" on the pail too. Following dinner, a few of us went to Marche to drink some more and to chill. I was a little disappointed that No Legs didn't lose feeling in her legs, but it was okay I guess. It was her finals time and I'm sure she didn't need to be drunk off her ass.
Sunday was boring. I did laundry and that's pretty much it. I watched a little American Dreams and Alias and chilled for the rest of the night. Hey, don't look at me like that. I was out until past two both Friday and Saturday. I needed the rest.
Today was paydown day at work. It sucked. I want to take a mental health day, but as I was looking at the schedule, one guy is on vacation today and tomorrow and then another guy is out for the rest fo the week. I am not happy.
I have to figure out what I'm diong for new years. I'll be at Disney for Christmas week. I don't know how I feel about that. I think I'll lay low. I'll prolly try to work out every day and do a little around the parks, but I just wanna chill and eat good food. We'll see what happens. I'm in the process of trying to convince my parents that we need to go somewhere ultra-nice on Disney property for New Years Eve dinner. Oh well. We'll figure it all out.
Time to go home. I have to tidy a bit before The Violent One ane Ye-ah come over to cook. Yay.
This Is Not Your Life. This Is Not My Life. This Is Not Life. It's A Frikkin' Blog Listening: We are phorever people and we don't have to look to far to find ourselves...
Just a quick note. I have gotten a number of responses from my last post. Some people have said that it's too much and doesn't need to be there. Some people think there should be a disclaimer and some people think I should suck it up. I say fuck it all. This is my journal and my life as I see it at any one point in time. I'm sure that if I was writing one of these entries as I was getting my rocks off it would probably be a bit more up-beat. But each of these entries are a snapshot, full color and poster sized at times, of my life as I see it. It's not to coax a response from anyone or make anyone feel sorry for my ass. They're my thoughts. You're on the other side of the window.
I speak only the truth in my blog. Not The Truth, but the truth. You can take it and you can leave it. Whichever strikes your fancy.
People have bad days. Yesterday was one of them. It was a bad work day (even worse than I thought as of five minutes after that posting). It was a bad mental health day. I'll prolly end up taking a mental health day sometime next week. I'm thinking Tuesday or Wednesday. I think I deserve it. I've called in sick once in my year and a half working at the bank. It was right after I got back from Japan. Some people have been out seven or eight times in the past six months. I think I should take a day and just do nothing or even go attempt to find holiday gifts.
Damn I hate this time of the year. It only makes me feel like more a of a moronic loser than I previously thought. It all usually fades by summer time, though. As I think about it, I definitely get winter blues. Maybe I need a sun lamp. Or to move to California.
Anyways, here's the bottom line in respect to the previous entry. I have a lot of friends who have weblogs, but no one quite uses them quite like I do. I am honest, unforgiving, relentless and I never hide a damn thing. Most of my palz who blog give tiny snippits, to the point where they can even become cryptic. Some people write in full sentences, but there isn't a lot of full life picture there. I try my best to show how my life is going on the whole. It would have been dumb and irresponsible to myself and my journal to just let it go. It would have been untrue to the mission that I had in mind when I started the Life Update seven or so years ago.
In A Mood... Not "In The Mood." A... A... A Mood Listening: Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?
I'm in a mood. Not a good mood. I get like this. When I realize how bleak life is closely followed by the realization of how powerless I feel to change it, it kind of takes a hold of me and slowly begins constricting my stomach and throat while tossing another hand over my mouth and nose. *flail flail gasp twitch release* That's what I feel is happening.
I guess the trigger was pulled while I was at dinner with Booch yesterday. She asked me if I realized how I never say that I had a good day at work and that it's either work or women bringing me down. And it really does. It occupies so much of my time and energy. Probably a full twenty hours of a day are filled with thoughts about either. Let's break it down:
The Job: Let's be honest. My job sucks. There is not one day that I wake up and say, "Damn... Today I get to tell people how much money that they have and fix problems. I get do do mundane things with intangible items. I get to sit in a cube staring at a computer all day long, being told how to do things, when to do things and never why to do things." When I ask why, no one can seem to get to a point. They run around the answer without actually answering the question. Instead, when I wake up in the morning, I end up thinking, "Mofugga. What the fuck am I gonna have to put up with and deal with today. I hope Mumbles isn't in his top dick form. Maybe I should call in. A mental health day would do me good." See the thing is, the only reason I'm staying with this job is because it's a paycheck and it allows me to go on vacations. I'll have the time and money to go to Amsterdamn for Dance Valley or Oahu for a dragon boat race. I can do that. It's every other day though. I'm also reluctant to start putting myself out there in the job market beacuse I'm still trying to fight off the scar that developed when I was unemployed for a year and a half. I'm still mentally exhausted from that. It kills me every time I think about it. I can't imagine working temp day after day. I can't imagine doing work even more mindless than the work I do now. I wished there was a cool creative job that would pay me a decent wage and that would actually want a guy like me to work with them. Will it happen? I doubt it. I can't see a step to take that would take me anywhere towards where I want to go. So I just feel stuck here. There are perks like vacation time and such, but aside from that, there's nothing else. It's rough. I don't know what to do and I don't know what I can do. The economy sucks and that's making everything worse. Also, with Mumbles around, I feel like I'm always on the defensive at work. Always. I just wish I could really relax into work. Do what I needed to do with little stress and maximum results. That's never gonna happen here.
Girls: Okay... From what I can tell from my friends, unless they're lying to me, is that I gots the goods (overlooking the whole height thing). I can dance. I can cook. I like doing cool things. I like cool places. I'm funny. I just lack the self confidence to ask someone random out. I've never been able to just go into a party or a bar and just say, "Well, you look saucy... you wanna go get down?" I'm not that type a guy. I'm a "get to know you" kinda guy. I'm not a knockout punch upon the first meeting. I'm more like a fungus that grows on you. Just ask The Violent One. She knows. Supposedly I convinced her to start giving people the benefit of the doubt and a second chance. I just think I have a hard time meeting people. Booch said I should spend a night just getting shot down, that way I'm over it and I can start playing the numbers game, but alas, I wouldn't know where to begin. It seems that whenever I find someone attractive, I lose all ability to make conversation. Complete loss of verbal skills. It's tragic. For a man that talks as much as I do, you'd figure I'd be able to do it. Nope. I just sort of shut down. I'm still kind of self conscious of my height. I just don't see a lot of girls saying, "Ooh... I want the short, eccentric and open guy." They all want the "tall, dark and handsome." I'm definitely not tall. My humor borders on dark, but I don't think that this is what they're talking about. I'm not mysterious. As much as I try or try not to be, I'm just not. And handsome... Well, I'm no circus freak, but I'm certainly not a supermodel. I was looking in the mirror at my gym yesterday and I've got some kick ass arms though. But my problem is meeting people. I think that is my biggest problem. I need to figure that out. I wish my friends had more friends who had friends to set me up with. The idea of personals has been brought up to me, but as interesting as all of that sounds, the people I see on these personals ads don't seem to have anything interesting to say. Some sound too "ice queen"-ish, some sound down-right boring, and some don't say anything about themselves at all. It's amazing. I have all of these amazing girl friends, but none of them are really potential, whether it's not happening on my end or on theirs.
It's all just a sob story. I'm sure there are things I could do, but I just don't know how to do them or in what direction to turn. I know I can take a step. I just don't know which direction is stable enough for me to cope with.
Finally, before I post and log off, I have to tell you all about my workday today. It seems that a couple of people on my team, including myself, dropped the ball and caused a $0.20 pricing error. That is $0.20 per share. Imagine, say, Michael Eisner's annual salary. Multiply that by two or three times and I'm sure that's still less than the magnitude of my error. It was freakin' scene here at work. It just freakin wrecked me for the rest of the day. I was exhausted for the whole rest of the day. It sucked.
Tonite I'm NOT going to the gym, despite the fact that I've been going for the past three nights. I'm going to have dinner with Glare and Totoro in Davis Square. Glare seems to be having a rough time at work as well. We're gonna drink. I might meet Hulk and Hardcore afterwards though. Probably, for that matter. Time to go. I'm going insane. My head hurts and I need a hug. *Sigh* I need something.
Tell Me, Do Want A Revolution? WHOOT WHOOT! Listening: Ready or not, here I come. You can't hide. I'm gonna find you and take it slowly.
Last night I left work early, err... on time. It was a new thing for me. I knew I had a package waiting for me at home. At first, I thought it was going to be something ordered on-line, but I could have sworn that I had that package sent to my office. I thought I could have been mistaken. When I got to the post office with the claim slip in my hot little fist and gave it to the elderly postmaster, he returned with a rather smallish package for what I had ordered. I was expecting something along the lines of a box the size of a backpack. This was the size of a large hip-pack. I couldn't imagine what it was or who sent it until I looked at the return address.
Apparently, from the return address, sheep can send things through the post from Atlanta. You guessed it! Rebound Girl had sent me a parcel of sorts. I was curious, so on the way to the grocery store, I opened the package. Inside was a card saying that it was NOT a holiday gift (she knows how much I hate the holidays), but she had been looking at my wishlist and noticed that she had some of the discs that I was looking for, copied them, and sent them up to me. Awww.... I wuv that gurl. She rules. She sent me Boyz II Men's II, Barenaked Ladies' Maybe You Should Drive, The Eagles' Hell Freezes Over, and a mix that Gun-Fu had made for her. It rawked. YAY!
After a brief escapade in Star Market looking for a Harvest Power Bar, some ground beef and some beverages, I returned home, packed a bag and headed to the gym. Yes, I went to the gym two days in a row. What's happening to me? Am I turning into a gym-rat? Will I kiss my guns each night before I go to sleep soon? Will I ever get beyond small talk with any of the cuties that go to my gym? Well, there weren't really any cuties at the gym last night. Some aiights and some ummms, but not cuties. Instead, I kicked my ass for a second day in a row. I did a half hour on the eliptical machine (just because I dig it), my full weight routine and fifteen minutes on the erg.
I find it a little strange how I can be on the eliptical going with max resistance, an average of 182 strides per minute, working a crosstraining course and come off feeling completely fine (maybe a bit of knee wear), but I get on the erg for half the time and it kicks my ass to the point where if I caught all of my sweat for the erg, it would come to about a shot, whereas the erg would come to be a big gulp. It's the same thing when I work the heavy bag. It tires me wikkid quick. I don't understand how that is. But anyways... I also did more of the simulated water resistance work. This is done with weight, pulleys, and a bar. It just so happens to be set up so that it's like pulling back on a paddle. Unfortunately. the bar is metal and rough, so the grip isn't as good. I may try to convince Hulk to give me an old paddle that's either cracked or splintered so I can hook it up to the weights.
I got home at about a quarter to eight, took a shower and started dinner. Tuesday is Gilmore Girls and Smallville night so I flipped on the TV only to see re-runs. Schweet. This meant that I could take my time cooking and just chill instead of running back and forth between the kicthen and the TV room. I actually called up Rebound Girl to thank her for the discs. It was nice talking to her again. It seems like she's had a lot of action going on in her life. It was nice to hear about it.
Anyways, it's time to go. I just got the package that I was expecting. Schweet. So.... until next time.
Another Quick Post Listening: Freestylers rockin' in tha house tonite. Move Your body from left to right...
Just another quick post. Today was kinda smooth aside from some people holding up the process. Don't you hate it when you spend an hour and a half trying to get a hold of someone that you need to talk to before you do something? Freakin' kills me. I called over to this place twenty of thirty times. I called seven different numbers. Even after an hour and a half, I couldn't freakin' get a hold of anyone. Furthermore, they were all frazzled because they were in the middle of a meeting. Well, I can understand being frazzled. What I think is unfortunate is that no one called me back. *Sigh* The everyone over at my company gets all up on me about being held up. Unfortunate.
Another interesting thing that happened today is that SCUBA had a meeting with HR, presumably about Mumbles. He brought all sorts of ammunition. It was kind of uplifting. Mumbles went home at the half today because he "had a migraine." Awww.... poor baby. I guess I can't really sympathize with him because I don't think I've ever had a migraine. I hear it's pretty bad, but because of him, I say, "Suck it up, bitch." It's karma, man. Karma. He's a tool and the universe is getting him back.
I want to leave work on time today. I have a package that came in the mail yesterday and is sitting at the post office on Cambridge Street waiting for me. I'd kind of like to go and get it. Besides that. If I want to, I can go to the gym again today. I had a nice tough work out last night, but prior to that I haven't gotten what I wanted out of my workouts. B'sides yesterday there were some rather attractive girlies there and who knows if they're gonna be back today. But that's secondary for me.
It's the tenth of December. My parents still haven't figured out what the hell is going on with vacation. Mofugga. They're asking me to ask SCUBA if I can shift my vacation again. I hate that. I don't want to do it. I wanna freakin' have this shit taken care of. I have to go now. Time to finish up.
Back To Life, Back To Reality Listening: However do you want me? However do you need me?
So it has bee a while since I really updated. That's because last week was rather busy at work and by the time it ended, all I really wanted to do was go home and nap or go home and get ready to go back out to meet someone somewhere. So I was busy.
I had dinner with a friend that I hadn't really seen or talked to in eight or so months on Thursday. We were supposed to meet for dinner at five and then hang out. Originally we were supposed to go to Diva in Davis Square for some rockin' Indian food, but I got an e-mail in the middle of the day saying that she would prefer to stay in town because of the immense amount of snow we were getting. I was okay with it and searched for a restaurant. We had our price limits, so I looked around for a bit and decided to hit up Maggiano's. Now Maggiano's is a chain that's not too big. It started in Chicago and I only know of a few of them. Since I hadn't been to one in the six years since I left Chicago, I figured that it would be fun to go and see if it was the same. So, at five o'clock, we headed off to Maggiano's. We ordered the calimari appetizer, an Absolut Vodka tonic for her and a G&T for me. We both ordered dinner. She had a Caesar salad with shrimp and I had linguini in white clam sauce. Unfortunately, we didn't get to eat much of it. About a quarter fo the way through, I saw a look of horror on her face as seh saw a roach calmly trotting across the table in front of her salad plate. Our appetites went out the window. It was ridiculous. Quickly, we alerted the waitstaff and the general manager came over and profusely apologized to us. He comped our meal and asked us if we wanted our food remade and wanted to be seated at a different table, and we declined. We were NOT going to eat there. So we tipped our waitress and left. It was rather upsetting, because I had such fond memories of the Maggiano's in Chicago.
From there, we went to Rock Bottom and drank. She kept with the Absolut Vodka tonics and I switched to the dollar-ninety-nine microbrew draft of the day. We basically sat there from six o'clock until half past midnight just drinking. We went through a number, let me just tell you. The catching up was good. It had been quite some time since we talked and there were a bunch of new things happening in her life. Yup. I caught the last T home. Yup. I was tipsy. Yup. I didn't drink any water when I got home. Yup. I was dehydrated in the morning. Not hung over. Dehydrated.
I got up and made it to work on time, but my mind was zoned out. I just wanted to go to sleep. Sleep, Data... Sleep.... Yeah. I was useless at work. I could barely hold my attention on whatever blog happened to be on my screen at a time. I'm sure that some crook could have siphoned off milions of dollars without me really noticing or caring on that day. So, I left on time that day and went home for a nap.
I woke up around seven-thirty or so, reheated leftovers for dinner, changed out of my PJs (not to be confused with PJ - article of clothing vs. person), went to the liquor store to purchase some Bailey's and then headed over to Booch's place for a little soiree. It was pretty laid back. I spent most of the time talking with Booch and some of her Princeton cohorts. Nice people. Really interesting people to talk to. The night there ended with party girls rockin' out in the kitchen and my ass out the door by one. Caught a cab home, set my alarm and drifted off to sleep.
Saturday morning, I had brunch with a friend from swing dancing that I don't get to see enough. We went to Arrow Street Crepes and coincidentally ran into one of Booch's roomies and some of the people that were rockin' out in the kitchen the previous night. Again, it was a great time catching up with an old friend. After brunch, I went to the gym, worked out and came home to veg for a bit.
At around half past nine, Special K calls me and asks me if I'm coming to the party that he invited me to earlier in the weekend. I told him I would since it was in Inman Square and it's not like I don't go there all the time or anything. So by the time all of the information is out, it's already ten thirty. Luckily, I catch a bus at just the right time and cruise on to Inman without freezing my arse off. The party was amusing. I kicked my ass on the way there. I slipped on a patch of ice and my legs flew out from under me and waved around a bit before I landed on my ass and the heel of my hand, mostly on my ass, but just enough on my hand the give me one and a half nice slices. You know how it goes. So, the party was exactly like a Colby party, a bunch of white folk acting dumb, listening to bad music, playing drinking games and dancing badly. I even ran into one Colby person there who knew some people that I was friends with. Rugby people. They had good beer and good scenery, so I wasn't all that broken up about the party. They had Magic Hat's Fat Angel beer there and I drank my fill of it. Special K, his friend and I only stayed until one o'clock when the host (and coincidentally the best looking girl there) got sloppy piss drunk and was huggin' everyone. She didn't know me and she hugged me. It was a nice drunken gesture.
When I got home, I was buzzin pretty fierce, but I was hungry as well. So I made myself a bag of microwave popcorn, plopped down on the couch and chawed on popcorn as I watched the boob tube. I think I was four fifths of the way through the bag when I fell asleep. It was four in the morning when I woke up so I chucked the rest of the popcorn and went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up at eleven and just sort of mulled around all day. I made lunch, watched the Pats destroy the Bills, and just chilled. Around three or so, Carpenter called me and we decided to go do some Holiday shopping. I hate X-mas. I hate it more than anything in the world. I hate the music, the crowds, the mock-sales, the people fuckin' with my mosey, the corporate sponsorship of X-mas everything. BAH! Most of my friends know that this is how I get around this time. I can't even find anything to get anyone. I am clueless. Completely. Fuck it all! FUCKING X-MAS!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Anyways, today was alright. Mumbles didn't say much to me, so I was happy. He's a prick. I just felt the need to throw that in. I spent most of the day searching for the title and artist of Soul II Soul's "Back To Life." I heard it on internet radio today and I decided that it HAD to go on the list. Oh well... It's time to go. I have to pay bills and stuff. Gonna go home and hit the gym too. Til next time.
The List Goes On Listening: The hero knew what he had to do and he wasn't afraid to fight...
Okay, so I've spent what few spare moments working on my wishlist. It's not nearly complete, but I'm really starting to drop some good stuff on it. Some of the singles that I've picked really take me back to yester-year. Anyways.... Dinner with Booch is cancelled tonite. She's got a good friend that she doesn't see often available for hangout time, so I'll prolly just see her at her party on Friday. So, instead, I'm going to the gym after dinner. I think it's a good plan. I haven't been since Saturday. I've just been too damn busy. Anyways, time to jet. Dinner to make and then gym to hit. Oh yeah... one more thing. I got my pair of fully lined UFOs in the mail yesterday. It came to the office around noontime. I was psyched. Anyways. Gotta go.
I Wish... Listening: I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller...
Here's another brief note. I'm working on a wish list since I keep forgetting all of the stuff that I want as far as music, books, movies and gear goes. It's on a link to the left. There's little or nothing on it, so just keep checking up on it. Feel free to e-mail me and remind me if I'm missing something. Kay? Time to go home.
I just felt like saying, "blimey." It doesn't mean anything. It just means it's a part of my vocabulary at the moment... wanker. Anyways... Work continues to be rough. I've been able to go to lunch once in the past two or three weeks. It's killin' me. Absa-fuckin-lootley killin' me. Me need food. Me need food bad. I would have eaten my computer, all of the toys on my desk, and all of my paperwork if it wasn't for the large can of cookies that I have sitting behind me. Damn... The seven dollars I paid for an eight inch by eight inch by fourteen inch tin of assorted Chinese cookies was money well spent. I have enough time to get coffee in the morning and that's just about it. I dunno... Maybe I can work it out that I can not do lunch and take off at half past two instead of half past three. That would be a bonus. Just tie everyone out and then kick it on home. That would be great in the summer time. But I don't think that's gonna happen. Even leaving at half past three, there are things that keep me here until five or so. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to keep putting in for overtime.
This weekend was pretty 'eh.' It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. Friday night, I ended up taking my brother and his ultra-christian, Ivy League party attending friend to Boston Billiards to shoot some pool. It was an okay time. Unfortunately there are some people who are socially inept. It's really discouraging. I hope that these people don't breed. Anyways, my game didn't come on until my second beer. I had perhaps the most sold break ever in a game of nine-ball. I usually have okay breaks where the balls will spread out over three quarters of the table or so, but this break was different. The rack was tight and I rocked 'em hard. I dropped two balls and the rest provided a nice spread. I was really impressed. I knew it was a good break from the sound the cue made as it hit the rack.
Saturday, my brother and his pal went to go see Bond. I wasn't all that interested, so I opted to stay home and chill. *gasp* I did what? That's right, I stayed home, called people for some info and watched the boob tube. I don't even remember what I watched other than the episodes of 24 and Birds of Prey that I taped. I read a little of Nick Hornby's High Fidelity. I must say that it is a great deal more interesting than the movie. I don't want to take anything away from the movie, because John Cusack and Jack Black do amazing jobs, but the book has its differences that make it just that more insightful into these characters and their idiosyncracies. Besides that, the book is set in London and the movie is set in Chicago. Anyways, that was Saturday.
Also, on Saturday, I cooked my frozen Giordano's stuffed spinach pizza for dinner. G'damn that pizza is good. My brother had one piece. I felt obliged to offer his friend a piece, and I ate three. I have about three pieces left over. I can't wait to tear into them. Maybe I'll try to bring them for lunch. It was so freakin' yummy. I missed this pizza a lot. I think I may treat myself every six months or so and order one. It was so good I almost cried. The sauce, the cheese.... Boy, was I in heaven! The crust was a little different, but it was frozen, what do I expect. Anyways...
Sunday, I cleaned up the house after my brother left in the morning, hung out with The Violent One and Ye-ah, as The Violent One had just gotten back from the left coast and went to Anti-scott's place for Thanksgiving II dinner. Thanksgiving II is what Anti-scott and her friends do for Thanksgiving with their friends. It's the Sunday after Thanksgiving when everyone has returned from Thanksgiving with their blood relatives and such. It was fun. The only people I knew there were Ye-ah, Anti-scott and Anti-scott's roomie. Yah. Met some okay people. Some nice people. I brought pastries from Royal Pastries so that I wasn't coming empty-handed. The girls went nuts. It was as if I had stuck my bloodied cut limb into a pool of piranas. The brought the box into the laundry room and had a bit of a dessert orgy. I was outside the room, but I heard the noises. After that, some of the girls were going to shoot pool at Flattop Johnny's in One Kendall Square. I figured I would go, since I like shooting pool and it would be a good way of getting a ride home. Also, one of the girls was mildly attractive, so I figured I'd see what was up with her. Amusingly enough, Anti-scott pulled me aside before we left and whispered in my ear, "Whatever you do... DO NOT GO HOME WITH THAT GIRL!" Needless to say, I got caught offguard by that. I usually trust my friends' judgement, so I got a bit spooked and I didn't really make a play or whatever. It was me and four girls, shooting pool. I was playing horribly. After an hour or so, I went home and watched the episodes of American Dreams and Alias that I had recorded that night and went to sleep.
Here we are, Monday afternoon, after a hard day of crappy work. This week is stacked. It all starts tonite. Right after I get home, I am high tailing it to the laundrymat to do laundry before Ye-ah and The Violent One come over to make Kimchee fried rice. Tuesday, I'm having coffee with OC Girl. Wednesday, I have my weekly dinner with Booch (curious to hear about her holiday). Finally, Thursday, I'll be having dinner with a friend from college that I haven't really spoken to in six months or so. I wonder what I'll have on tap for next weekend. I have a feeling I have some stuff planned that I can't remember, but who knows? I'm sure there's something going on. Maybe I should start my x-mas shopping. Damn, I hate x-mas. Crowds of people walking slowly, obstructing my path to the Honeydew Coffee. Grrr... STOP FUCKIN' WITH MY MOSEY DAMN BASTARD HOLIDAY! I spend enough money as it is. *sigh* But this week should be a fun week.
