Sleep, Unexpected But Sleep... Listening: Wide open spaces... Room to make a big mistake...
So, yesterday, it was so beautiful outside that I wanted to go outside after I had dinner, but I fell asleep. By the time I woke up, it was dark and I didn't so much feel like going out. Instead I opened the window and watched the rest of Buffy and 24. Exciting night, no. Unfortunately there were no Julia Stiles movies on. So, that was my even. I drifted in and out of consiousness all night long. Weird... Oh well, time to go. I gotta go home and change for Dragon Boat.
Stiles For Miles And Miles Listening: I'm much too easily discouraged by water. It's just water that falls from the sky.
Last night's practice was kind of interesting. We didn't have nearly enought time to do what I wanted. I intended to go and build a start, do some ratings pieces, then go back to starts and do some race pieces. Well, we got through building a start and then we did a race piece. By that time the sun was down and I had no time to do what I wanted. It's okay though.
Following practice, I had dinner with Hulk, Sassy and Shutterbug at the Cambridge Common. There, I ran into a hottie girl from the swing scene. She was with a guy, of course. Yeah, she said that she was going to be out dancing on Friday. I told her that I, most likely would not be. Unfortunate though. As much as I like staring at her bellybutton and flawless abs, doing body rolls and blues dancing with the girl, it's still not a good enough reason for me to go dancing. I'm sure I can find something better to do. Perhaps there will be something better to to at Avalon.
After dinner, I ended up calling Rebound Girl to wish her a happy birthday. I still haven't found everything I'm looking for to put in her b-day package, but I'll have it done by the end of the week. It was nice talking to her, though at times I felt like she sounded a little unhappy with her current station in life. I did my best to cheer her up. I think that she's just in a transition period. Everyone goes through periods like that. I did. I think my transition period lasted longer than most people's do.
Because I was walking from the Cambridge Common to the Harvard T stop as I was talking to Rebound Girl, and it was a Monday night, I decided to stop by the Practice Session and check out who was there. I saw Medi Girl and Carpenter there among others. I chilled for a bit, but I was feeling really tired so I didn't really wanna dance all that much. Carpenter said that he hadn't eaten anything for dinner and we contemplating kickin' it home. So, in my usual fashion, I bummed a ride home.
Now, I'm tired as hell, but anyways, I decide to watch a bit of TV as I eat an Asian Pear that I bought at Downtown Crossing that afternoon. This is where I had an epiphany. Julia Stiles has some sort of power over me. See, everytime she's on TV, I can't turn her off. No matter how late and tired I am. No matter how bad the movie that she is in is. It could even be Down To You with Freddie Prinze Jr. and I would still keep it on. You want to know how I know? Down To You was on TV last night at around midnight and I couldn't turn it off! I just saw her on the screen and was like, "Oh my god! It's Julia Stiles! She's pwitty... She's dweamy... She has a pwitty smile and pwitty eyes..." and then I would proceed to melt into the couch. I love it when Ten Things I Hate About You is on. I can watch that movie over and over and over, because it's such a clever remake of Shakespeare's The Taming Of The Shrew.
So last night, due to a Julia Stiles sighting, I didn't make it to sleep until late. I really wanted to get a good night's sleep.Maybe that'll happen tonite. I hope so. I'm starting to get crabby during the day... That could also be because I don't eat lunch as often. *sigh* Where is my lunch compadre when I need him?!? He's in Tokyo, that's where. COME BACK TO WORK, JUNIOR!!! NO ONE IN THE OFFICE IS FUN TO GO TO LUNCH WITH!!! Maybe it'll be better in the summer. I'll go and troll for chicks at the common... Maybe I can get other people who work downtown to take lunch as late as I do. *shrug*
Living For The Weekends Listening: 'Cause it's our day. Can you fee-ee-eel it? 'Cause it's our day, can you feel it?
Damn this was a busy weekend, but at the time, it didn't seem all that busy. Okay, it should have been busy, but it wasn't. Overall it was pretty relaxing. It all started on Friday night. I ran the Advanced Team practice on the dragon boat Friday night and I think I ran a really great practice. I had everyone focusing on form and timing. It was a tough practice, but all in all, the crew did well. I decided that at the end of practice to have a little session where people said what they felt they needed improvement on from practice, what they felt they did well, and what they thought I could improve on for the next practice. I felt really good about it.
After practice, Fester, Palms, Ma4 and I went to Koreana for some Korean barbecue. I decided I wanted to go there, because I knew that The Violent One, OMG, Bombadier, Silent Lush and Ye-ah were gonna be there. We ended up waiting for like an hour for a table. The funny thing was that we got to sit right next to The Violent One and company. It was great. The service... Well, it sucked to be perfectly honest. The prices... Well, they were okay. The food was decent though. And by the time we all got our food, we were all so hungry that it tasted awesome. I'm sure that if I was on a full stomach, it would have been okay. We got to the restaurant at like half past eight and left at about half past eleven. The dinner shouldn't have taken that long, but, hey.
I got home a little before midnight and for some reason decided to watch TV until two thirty in the morning. Yeah, I'm smart. It was okay, though, because I slept in until noon or so. After running some errands, I waited for Shaft to call to see what was up. It was like his plans were all up in the air so I was wiating on him. If it hadn't been raining, I would have been pissed that I was waiting around all day, but since it was raining, I got to watch movies like Office Space and The Replacements. It was all the better, because I sat around drinking water all day and had a big ol' greasy dinner too. I was planning ahead for the night.
At around nine, Hulk and Sassy came and picked me up and we went to Limbo to set up for the evening's fundraising festivities. Can I tell you how much I love Limbo? Can I tell you how nine out of ten days I just don't fit in with the crowd? This was the one night out of the ten that I did feel like I really belonged. From beginning to end, I tried to play host to all of the different people there. It was amusing. One minute I was schmoozing with people I didn't know, another minute I was making sure my friends were all having a good time, the next minute, was making sure that the bouncers were doing alright and were chillin. It took about an hour to fill up the Mezzanine. After that, Ron, said we could also have the space under the Mezz. It was cool as hell. We took in about a grand. It really wasn't quite as much as I was hoping for, but a grand in hand is more than we had the day before.
Throughout the night I got trashed. Shots, Ten and Tonics, you name it, I was drinkin' it. Meanwhile I was chatting up this girl. She seemed pretty interesting. All I know about her really is her name, how she got on the list, that she goes to Harvard for graduate school and that's about the extent of it. I got her e-mail though and I figure maybe we could have a sober night out, or at least a less intoxicated night out. Apparently Fester was talking to her earlier in the night. I had no clue. *shrug* Oh well... I don't know what more to say than that. I dunno. I'm gonna e-mail her anyways. Why not?
After the party, in a drunken stupor, a bunch of us went over to LSG's place to hang out. It was myself, Shutterbug, LSG, Hulk and one other guy. I think that was it. I wasn't altogether with it. For some reason I couldn't open my eyes. Well, I could, but I think the room would have started spinning, so, I kept my eyes closed and just chilled and talked with the peeps there as they went through my man-purse. It was amusing, I guess. We didn't stop talking until around half past four (I know because I opened my eyes long enough to look at my watch when Hulk and another left). No one really wanted to drive me home, so I crashed out there on LSG's couch (which I believe is the most comfortable couche ever) until half past nine when Shutterbug drove me home.
When I got home, I crashed out for until half past noon when Shaft called. I then got up to shower and made myself a bowl of soup. I would have gone out to get something, but I knew that Shaft would be over soon. When he got there, I delivered his new MD changer to him and we hung out for a bit. Nothing too intense. I really was too tired to be up for anything intense. We went down to the Galleria for a bit and then he had to take off for home in NYC.
Later on in the evening, I got together with The Violent One and we walked from my house to Harvard Square to get some ice cream at Herrell's. I was really in the mood for a nice tart sorbet, but the one I had that night was sickningly sweet. We chatted for a bit and then walked back.
On the way back through Central Square, we walked past The Phoenix Landing. When I looked, I noticed that DJ Colette was playing that night. See, I missed the show she was supposed to play on President's Day weekend. It was a good thing too, because it got cancelled due to the snow that we had in DC and in Boston. So, I quickly made some calls to see if anyone wanted to come out to see the show. No one did, so The Violent One and I walked back to my place. I grabbed my DJ Colette CD and a permanent marker and then she dropped me back at the club. She wasn't into going either.
So, this really iffy house DJ was opening for her, but while she was waiting, I sauntered up to her and started chatting her up. After I got up enough courage, I asked her to that "if it wasn't too groupie-ish" (yes I used that phrasing) could she sign my CD. She did. Yay! Then we sat there for a while longer and chatted about Chicago before she had to go and select her first track. At first, I wasn't going to stay the entire time, because I had to be at work early, but when push came to shove, I had to stay for the entire set. I mean, how many times do you get to see a hot chick who spins Chicago house music while singing over the tracks? Yeah.. She's dreamy. Ga-damn. Too bad she just got married. Well, I mean, too bad for me. Great for her (I hope, because if not, she'll just have to default to me). It was a great time.
Anyways, it's time for me to be heading out. I have to run practice today. I think I'm gonna wear my red UFOs. It's a bright sunny day, I'll wear bright sunny clothes. Yeah, baby! Spring is here! Bring on the warm weather, fun outdoor activities, and short skirts! That was for the girls. I don't wear skirts. Hehehe... not unless I'm going to Wellesley's Dyke Ball... The I wear a dress.
The Little Engine That Fuckin' Ploughed Through And Said, "Outta My Way Mutha Fucka!" Listening: Tell me I'm perfect. Tell me I'm worth it. And every thing you give I deserve it.
So, this whole Limbo thing has exploded. It's happening tomorrow. We have a guest list for the door that is about two hundred people long. We have a space that will accomodate fifty. We have spillage area that will accomodate maybe another hundred. We're gonna be swamped as hell. It's gonna be crazy. When I planned this thing I totally didn't think that we'd have as many people coming as we have coming. We got plugs through a number of yahoo groups, through NAAAP, the premier party for Better Luck Tomorrow, and just through friends on a whole. I'm starting to get kind of nervous. I think it's really cool that so many people are coming to an event that I set up, but I didn't anticipate this much support. Wow. I don't know what's gonna happen.
If everyone puts in their ten dollars, we would be netting about two thousand dollars plus. Yeesh! I think that if my even generates this much cash, I shouldn't have to pay fees every again. Damn... That is a big chunk of change and it's gonna bring us that much closer to the goal of paying our boat off. I really do hope I get some credit though, you know, some props. A pat on the back is nice, but ability to take this money and roll it over into something to make more money would be better. I was thinking that since The Violent One is kind of friends with some folk singers and I'm friends with Plural, we could get together a small benefit concert. Dood, if I run multiple popular fundraisers, we're gonna have to find some way to pay me. Heh heh heh... Back when I was at WMHB, we used to give a piece of every underwriting contract to the seller as commission. Hehe. Maybe I should get a buck back on every ten tonite. that would be fair. Heh heh heh.
Anyways, I need to go home. I have practice tonite and then I have to figure out what's going on with Shaft in town and Roger Sanchez playing at Avalon and the Scooby gang having dinner at Koreana. It's rough. This social schedule of mine is gonna kill me.
Cold And Stinky Better Than Warm And Immobile Listening: Fool's gold....
Really quickly... Today was kind of strange. One person called and said she wouldn't be in because she fell down the stairs at the Back Bay T stop. Another person was so sick he was bent over and decided to go home at nine. And Scuba didn't get here until half past noon or so. Yeah, I was busy today. I need to come in early tomorrow morning too. G'damn. And to think that just a week and a half ago, I thought I was going to have tomorrow off. Too bad it got pushed for a week and a half from now. Bastards.
Last night I went to my first dragon boat practice on the river. It's been a while since I really paddled. I tell you, it was cold and stinky out on the river, but it beats the hell out of paddling in the pool at the Y. I was finally able to reach out and play with my stroke a bit without thinking that was going to fall into the pool. I actually wanted to coach yesterday's practice, because I had nothing to eat all day long, but that wasn't happening.
I should really do something about this lunch stuff. I don't eat lunch any more. I don't eat breakfast anymore. I don't eat a big dinner if I'm not going out any more. What's going on? My stomach is prolly shrinking. Nooooooo...
Anyways, I have to go. I need to leave the building. I'm tired of being here for now. Too much drama.
Call Ahead. It's A Good Idea Listening: *Dunk-a-dunk-a-dunk-a-dunk-a*
Last night, a small crew of us were supposed to go to Limbo to check out the space. I could have sworn that it was closed on Mondays. However, I checked the website and saw that it was "serving dinner Mon-Sun 5:00-midnight." Y'know, I could have sworn that most restaurants like to keep their pages updated so that when people hear the buzz about their place, and Google search the bastard, the people will get the proper information. Alas, no. When I got to Limbo at half past eight, it was closed. DOH! So, I called Hulk, who luckily hadn't left home yet and we decided to meet at The Cambridge Common for drinks and to discuss the fundraiser. Yeah, it was a pretty chill evening. Had a salad, some fries, and a beer. All was well. Yay. I got home around midnight and just crashed. It needed to happen.
Tonite, I gotta make some calls. And, boy, am I glad that I did my laundry on Sunday. If I hadn't I would have been doing it tonite... In the rain... It would not have been fun. Anyways... Not much to say today. I'm just trying to organize my life a bit. There's a lot of stuff going on and with the start of the season, it could get really hectic really quick. Anyways, time to jet... gotta look for airplane tickets to DC for next month.
Revive Your Soul Listening: Good life, good life, good life. It's a good life...
Yeah, this was a spiffy three day weekend. I had Friday off. See, that eludes me. I have Good Friday off, but not Patriot's Day off. The market is open on both days, but State Street chooses to give us the religious and not the secular holiday off. I think it's fuct, and another example of how Christianity if overrunning our country. I don't like it that Shrub says, "God bless America" every chance he gets, or makes it seem like we should all be like, "Woo woo yay praise Jesus, my almighty savior, the one who carries me, the miracle man!" Nu-uh. I'm not a big fan of that. I don't want a country that represents me to represent me like that. Separation of Chuch and State. That's how it should be. I don't care if there are economics being put into the picture or global domination politically, but I just don't wanna hear "my leader" talking about his religion when it has nothing to do with our State.
Anyways, that was my little rant for the day. So, Friday, I woke up hella late. It was half past noon when I opened up my eyes. After a quick shower, I tried some of this blue Dye Hard gel. See, in the store, the green showed up in my hair. The blue didn't so much. It kind of bothered me. But it held my hair all nice and stiff. I was pleased with the hold, just not with the color. I think my scalp was a bit blue though.
So, I met up with Cutesy Sister Number One at around two o'clock in the Galleria. See, normally I wouldn't meet a girl at the Galleria, but we were going to see Pules: A Stomp Odyssey at the Museum of Science. There is nothing near the Museum of Science except for the Galleria. So, we hung out a bit in the mall. We looked at a book about Trading Spaces, the show on TLC, got a bit to eat, and looked at rollerblades. Yeah, it was pretty lame. At four, we headed over to the Museum to go see the IMAX movie. I have to say that it was pretty good. It showed all different types of percussion based dance and music from around the globe. The famed Japanese Taiko drum band called Kodo was in it. I think they could have been more impressive, but it was still a good piece.
After hangin' out with Cutesy Sister Number One, I sprinted home, changed clothes and waited for The Violent One to pick me up. By the time The Violent One pulled up, it was a bit past six. We immediately kicked it up to Harvard Square where we had tickets to the premier of Better Luck Tomorrow. There were a ton of people that I knew there. Shutter Bug was there along with a number of other Dragon Boaters. The movie was really good. I really enjoyed it. It was very dark. The movie was nothing like I expected it to be. It was much more serious than I expected, though it did have its funny moments. There was only one scene in the movie that I found a bit unbeliveable. I challenge each and every one of you who have not seen the movie to go out and see it. Which scene did I find unbelievable, well, e-mail me and I'll tell you. I'm not going to spoil things over the internet.
In addition to going to the premier, The Violent One and I also got to go to the premier party as well. Coincidentally, it was at the Marriott near my house. We got to hear two of the actors speak as well as one of the producers. The Violent One ended up running into someone from her acting classes. It was cool meeting her. This chick has the coolest specs that I have ever seen. Anyways, we hung out mostly with the Dragon Boat crew. I spent some time laughing at all of the star phuckers trying to rub up against the actors. I think I would have like to have picked their brains for a bit about the biz and about being an asian american in that biz, but I wasn't about to get between the actors and the hoards of girls. That's like standing between a hippo and its water source. It's dangerous.
Following the party, a handful of us went to Chinatown to grab some grub. We were there until around three in the morning. The conversation was good and the food was good, so why leave? We sat there sipping tea forever. By the time The Violent One dropped me off, it was half past three in the morning. Yeah, half past three. Well worth it though.
The next morning, I was up at just past six in the morning. Yeah, that's right... Three hours of sleep, bay-bay. Why, per se, was I up at that ungodly hour? To vomit? No. To piss? No. To kick the girl out of bed before the grandparents woke up? C'mon, if you're going for that one, you don't know me very well. The truth was that I had to be at Porter Square at seven fuckin' forty five in the morning to go to Beverly so that we could grab the Dragon Boat and drop it into the Charles down in Newton. Yeah. Fun, huh? So I get to Porter Square, get a large cup of coffee and head out. Since I was riding shotgun both ways, I didn't get to sleep. Mofugga. All in all, it was pretty successful. We almost knocked a biker over with the tail of the boat. That was fun. And we had to wait for the guy with the trailer to arrive for an hour and a half. that was fun. And we didn't get to eat lunch, until... Wait... I didn't get to eat lunch that day. Yeah, it took way too long to do something that was pretty simple. I didn't leave the Esplanade until a quarter past five. It sucked. I was gonna wait for someone to give me a ride home, but it would have meant waiting in Boston, while the people with cars went to get their cars at Newton. It would have taken at least another half hour.
So, I kicked it home, showered and tried to take a nap on the couch. It didn't work. The grabdparents' vocies are entirely too loud. It's like as they get older, their voices get louder. I'm sure it's all natural, but when you wanna take a nap, it's no good. I could have gone to my bed to take a nap, but I wouldn't have woken up. So, I had a dinner at seven and then put on rave gear at eight and was at Porter Square at a little past nine. There were six of us there. Myself, Ye-ah, Special K, Carpenter, Paddleback and Hulk. I had managed to convince them all to come with me to Soul Revival. Soul Revival is a monthly house night at some sort of church/portuguese community center. The space is phatty. It was unbelievable. I think that this palce is the place that I have been looking for for ages. It had a really ecclectic mix of people, from the uptight conservative guy to the dirty hippy and everyone inbetween. The music was awesome. I also ended up knowing three other people there. It was exactly what I needed right then. I hadn't been out dancing in a long time. It felt good to rave a bit. It was one giant release.
Sunday was pretty boring. I suppose that I could have gone to Dragon Boat practice, but Saturday beat it all out of me. I slept in and didn't get out of bed until one in the afternoon. It felt nice. Then, I expected to spend hours upon hours doing laundry, because it was a Sunday. I was so wrong. I didn't have to wait for any machines. I forgot that it was Easter. Hahaha! My lack of faith has helped me triumph once again over the masses. Now these silly Christians will all decide to do their laundry on another day and will have to wait, while I sit comfortably in my clean boxers. HAHAHAHAHA!
Oh well, it's time to go. Gots to go hoem to eat and then I'm going to Limbo with some of the Dragon Boat people so that they can see the space. Sweet.
An Armada Of Grooves Listening: I see you, baby, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin that ass...
Last night was pretty cool. After work, once again, I hung out with The Violent One as she tried to kill time before going to her acting class. We went to Toscanini's for come ice cream and chatted about random work things. We have some very different opinions about how to work the workplace. I know that I don't care all that much about my workplace, but I think she cares even less. It's kind of interesting. The attitude that she currently takes is the attitude that I had about a year ago.
After The Violent One dropped me off at home, I had a quick dinner and then Carpenter picked me up to go to the Groove Armada concert. Paddleback was supposed to go as well, but she bailed. Well, the truth was that there were three of us and when she went to get tickets, there were only two left. So, she bought them. She said that she had a project that she needed to work on for a presentation later on (I forget whether it was today or later on next week) and that it all worked out for the best for her. I kinda wished that she had come. I think she would have had a good time and I would have had one more person to rock out with.
So, it was Carpenter and I at the club. The doors opened at seven. We were there at half past seven and teh opening band went on at like eight or so. The opening band was called Weekend Players and they kicked ass. They were kind of a mix between Everything But The Girl and Morcheeba. I'm gonna run out and get their CD this weekend. I really want it. It was a five piece band: bass, guitar, drummer, programmer/synth and the vocalist. The vocalist's voice sounded so much like Tracey Thorn from Everything But The Girl. Yeah, they were good. They had some house songs, some downtempo songs, and some really funky songs. Yeah, I dug it.
Groove Armada was just out of control. They had two percussionists, a guitarist, a bassist, an MC, a vocalist, a programmer and a guy who did more programming, synthwork, keyboards, guitar and trombone. Guy had mad skills. I was up on the second floor with an awesome view of the stage. There were a couple of times that I wanted to bust away and run down to the main floor to dance, but I was rockin' out just funs up on the balcony. I think some of the people standing behind me got annoyed by my constant bobbing and rockin'. The stage show for Groove Armada included this backdrop where images would be projected. When I See You Baby played as their first song, there was this video of a woman in a belly dance/showgirl costume dancing, shaking her ass. For a while, all you could see was her head, but then it would cut to her ass. Yeah, it was hot. It was a bit of disco house heaven. Yeah, baby!
Anyways, after the concert, Carpenter and I grabbed a slice of pizza before going home. I was so thirsty that I took down my drink in two point two seconds. It left me with a bit of brain freeze, but I was so hot and sweaty that it was worth it.
This weekend should be good, despite the fact that Shaft's grandmother is sick again and he can't come up again. Hopefully he'll be up next weekend for the fundraiser. Tomorrow I havve off because of Good Friday. Silly Christians and their holidays. Fridays are inherantly good. Silly Christians.
tonite, I'm going to the Elephant And Castle for dinner before going to see Bend It Like Beckham. Tomorrow, I'm getting together with Cutesy Sister Number One to see Pulse, which is the Stomp IMAX film at the Museum of Science. After that, I should be getting together with The Violent One to go see the premier of Better Luck Tomorrow. We may be going to the premier party, but who knows? Then on Saturday, I'm going to drop the boat back into the Charles with the rest of the Dragon Boat crew. That should take most of the day. I don't know what I'm doing that night though. Sunday, I don't know either. Maybe I'll actually get some sleep. Yeesh! Full fledged practices start next week.
Well, time for me to go to the post office so that I can pay some bills. Envelopes don't go places without stamps. I don't have any stamps. So if I want my envelope to go, I have to buy some. Rat bastards! Well, not really, but I'll pretend to be angry.
A Really Nice Evening Listening: You're special... So very special... But I'm a creep... I'm a weirdo
Last night turned out to be really cool. It all started off when I got home from work. As usual, I plopped down on the couch for a nap. I had teh TV on, and there was a cartoon on that I hadn't seen in a while and I was pretty psyched about it. Abou halfway through my daze, my phone rings. Oh my go, it's Dulcimer. I'm always really surprised when I get a call or e-mail from that girl. It's like she lives in a different dimension and crawls through a rip in the space time continum whenever she chooses to, but when she doesn't want to be around, she just disappears. Since it was such a nice day, she wanted me to come out and play. By play, I mean have dinner and enjoy the warm weather. I told her that I couldn't because the grandparents had already started cooking and plus Hulk was coming to pick me up for dragon boat practice.
I told her to come to dragon boat practice. She said that she'd think about it, but sounded a bit non-commital. After a plate of fried rice and a bowl of watercress soup, I hopped in Hulk's whip and we sped off towards Chinatown.
For the ride and the walk to the Y, we talked a bit about being captain and what it entails. I'm not convinced that I'd be a good captain, because I think that I'm too much of a hardass, but I also feel that a person in my position would be the best person to act as the captain. It was a rather interesting discussion.
While waiting for everyone to show up, Dulcimer called to say that she was running late, but she would be there. I was psyched. I don't get to see that girl enough and she is perhaps one of the coolest chicas that I know. Yay!
After an okay practice, Dulcimer and I decided to go out for a snack. We started walking towards the Otherside Cosmic Cafe from Chinatown, which is a pretty long walk, when I bumped into a guy from Colby that I used to hang out with. It was so strange seeing him. I was psyched though. We took a few seconds to catch up, but we both needed to be on our merry ways, so we exchanged digits and we're gonna chill sometime next week before he goes to Cali for a job. Right across the street from The Otherside, I bumped into another Colby person, who I didn't really hang out with. We exchanged pleasantries, but nothing too big.
Dulcimer had never been to the Otherside, and she loved it. She was eating everything up. I was happy that she liked the place. I really like the place and I think that it is a hidden gem. So many people don't know about it. Everything there is so yummy. So we sat and talked from like nine o'clock until around eleven. I can't stress to you how much I like anging out with this chick. She's got a lot of interesting stuff to say and she leads an interesting life. We agree on a lot of things/ see a lot of things the same way. It was a really nice evening. The warmth, the company, the food. It all worked together last night. Hmmm... Yay... A moment of contentment.
Sex And The Other Man Listening: And the music keeps on playin' on and on...
So last night was kind of boring. I hung out with The Violent One, had dinner, and sat on my ass for the greater portion of the night. Earlier in the day, Fester e-mailed looking for people to go to have Indian food with that night. It was a bit short notice for me, so I had to decline. I know I'm sometimes the king of short notice and sometimes the ruler of planning months in advance, but this was one of those short notice things. I had already told my grandparents that I would be home and so on and so forth. It would have been a pain in the ass to change it. Actually, after I had dinner, I was going to see if I could meet up with them so I could drop off a book to Fester, but when I looked for his number in my cell, it wasn't there. Oh well. Maybe I'll drop it to him tonite.
So, I was thinking... I could probably have more dates if I didn't trip over myself so much. By trip over myself, I don't mean be a bumbling dork or not be clear about what I want to say. By tripping over myself, I mean that sometimes Jason trips over ZEN!!! and ZEN!!! trips over Jason. For those who know me, you know that there are two distinct sides of me. There's the loud, boisteous, obnoxious, opinionated guy who is ZEN!!! Then there's the more quiet, reserved Jason. I think if only one of them were to speak to a given person, I would be fine. I would be getting dates. Jason would be all laid back and attentive. ZEN!!! would go after what he wanted. But more often than not, the wrong person comes out at the wrong time. It's strange, because, I'll completely connect with someone and it'll be cool and all, but the next time I see them, it may be a completely different me. I need to learn how to balance this all out. It's really frustrating. Also the two different people want two different types of girls. Yeesh! It's weird. I dunno, I've just been thinking about it a lot lately. Lately, I've been hanging out with girls who are either too nice or girls who are not wholesome enough. I haven't found the duality of what I'm looking for. Also, as strange as this is, I have not found one woman who finds the two things that I find most important important. I can find a girl who likes all sorts of food, but doesn't care much about music or has a narrow mind when it comes to music, or maybe just electronica. I can find a girl who loves all sorts of music and who is a complete sponge and gets excited about all sorts of music, but only eats for sustainance or is very picky about the food she eats. It's unfortunate.
Anyways, I have to give a plug to the fund raiser that I'm planning. It's at Limbo and the information is all here. Check it out. Come one, come all, come big, come small. Even if I don't know you, come on out. It's gonna be a lot of fun and there are gonna be a multitude of different types of people there. Drop me a line in my comments or on my e-mail if you're interested in coming, just so I know. Kay?
So, I have to go. It's eighty degrees outside, the little weather girl on my webpage is wearing something skimpy, and I'm done with work. I should be soaking up the sun. Laterz, taterz.
The Weekend of Fallen-Through Plans Listening: Used to say your heart, felt like a stone. Now everything you ever wanted is your own. Still cold like the stars. That's just the way you are. Still cold like the stars.
So, this weekend was kind of interesting. Almost all of my plans fell through. I guess it didn't help that I didn't have extrorindary firm plans before Friday. So, anyways, it went a little like this. Friday afternoon at the end of class, I got a call from Barbie. She wanted to know if I wanted to hang out. I said, yeah and proceeded to tell her about some sort of hip hop battle that was happening at MIT that night. She sounded really psyched, but then proceeded to tell me that she couldn't meet up with me until after eight thirty. Since I was still finishing up some class stuff, I told her that it was cool and that she should call me at eight thirty or whenever she gets done doing what she was doing. So, I thought that was cool. I also got an e-mail from Special K earlier in the day asking what was up to, and we left that as a "I'll call you later." But prior to all of this, I e-mailed OC Girl to see if she wanted to grab dinner and a movie, since I really wasn't up for anything too intense.
As the night progressed an push came to shove, Special K overslept on his nap, Barbie never called and OC Girl never called or e-mailed. I stuck around the house until half past nine. After that, I grabbed my gear and went to MIT to catch this hip hop battle. It was pretty cool. There were kids from colleges all over the east coast. Princeton, Cornell, MIT, Harvard, BU, BC and a number of others. There were also a bunch of locals that I always see at certain clubs. When I got there, they were having a b-boy battle between Harvard and another school. There was this one Asian guy from Harvard who seemed to specialize at the King Tut. He was frikkin' amazing and completely burned the other crew. There was this one Azn girl from MIT who was tight as hell too. I actually talked with both of them and learned a few things. A girl who worked at Ozone was there as well. It was mad cool. Barbie would have liked it a lot. The thing ended at a little past midnight, so I kicked it home early.
A little while after I got home, I got a call from The Violent One and PJ. I stayed on the phone with them until somewhere after two o'clock.
The next morning, I woke up, showered and headed off to Newbury Street to get my hair cut. My stylist was running a bit behind so I had to wait a while. While I was waiting, I checked out all of the hair care products. I was kind of amazed by the different types of junk there was to put in your hair. Let it be known that I think my stylist is cute as hell. Well, she's got the coolest red hair, piercings, tats, the whole nine. She's sooo kool... But anyways, we decided that next time I get my hair cut, which will be in mid May, I'm gonna get red streaks in my hair. It should be cool as hell. I can't wait. It's gonna be a cool summer thing.
After I got my hair cut, I went to a Taiwanese restaurant and ordered rice with minced pork sauce. PJ originally introduced me to it when we went to the Chinatown in Flushing. It wasn't as good as the stuff that we got when we were in Flushing, but it was damn good. Towards the end of my meal, Carpenter dropped by and we went shopping. Over the whole afternoon, I ended up buying a used Mazzy Star CD, a tube of blue temporary hair color gel and the DVD of Better Living Through Circuitry.
I watched Better Living Through Circuitry after dinner as I was waiting to go out. Damn that is a good documentary. It really explained what I loved about the rave scene and how the artists and the ravers see raves. It was fantastic. I think that there needs to be a night where I screen both Better Living Through Circuitry and Groove. These two movies are really about ravers and promoters and DJs and artists. It's all good stuff.
Anyways, Saturday night, I planned on going to a house night at Vapor with Carpenter, because we saw this girl Plural that we both knew and she said it was going to be a good night there, but Carpenter bailed out and I decided I didn't feel like going to a gay club by myself. It's not that I'm a homophobe or anything like that. If that was the case I wouldn't have even considered going at all. But I just didn't feel like looking like a single guy in a gay club.. I wasn't up for it. So, I just stayed home.
Sunday was dragon boat practice. We had a new girl learning how to drum. I was kind of tutoring her on the fly. Some of the dragon boaters thought of this girl as an angel, because she's so nice and so quiet, and thought of me as the devil on her shoulder telling her to make the paddlers do things that would make them hurt later. It was a lot of fun. I found out that OC Girl likes Morcheeba. I never saw that one coming. And that's all that happened during practice.
At lunch after practice, we ran into a girl who drummed on one of the boats for the Hartford race last year. I guess she was assaulted. She look pretty beat up. Apparently, this guy pretty much drop kicked her and whooped her ass right in Union Square. We don't know what the motive was, but the guy was caught and supposedly it's going to court. She said she was kicked in the head at least twice. She's got the bruises to show for it too. I felt so bad when I heard about it. I even thought that Union Square was a relatively safe place. She got assaulted at nine thirty at night. Nine fuckin' thirty. It wasn't even like midnight or eleven. It makes me wonder about my neighborhood mroe and more. I know that I'm probably not in danger, being a guy and all, but I have a lot of little girl friends who I fear for. This girl who was assaulted is tiny, and I know she wouldn't hurt a fly. I couldn't have think of a person who deserved something like that less.
Later on in the afternoon, I met up with Ye-ah in Harvard Square for some coffee and some ice cream. It was fun. And that's the story of my weekend. I'm sure there'll be more updates this week, since I'm not in class anymore. But, for now, I have to go.
What Happened To Natural Selection? Listening: And who let you down and left you? That was me again. And who's the one to blame? That was me again.
Okay, so the story of my week thus far has been: Get up, leave the house, get coffee, go to work, sit around and do work, leave for class, listen to idiots not understand the concept of a rhetorical question, listen to a teacher whose voice sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard, go home, pass out, wake up, eat, go out. Some days, I go out with friends. Some days, I go to dragon boat. This week has been just a mind-numbing blur. The people in my class (with the exception of a couple including Boo, FOP and the other guy I work with) are all idiots. Some people think that I think that I'm better than some people. I think that you would be hard pressed to prove that I'm not better than a lot of the people in this class. It's to the point of my doubting that they can even do they job that they currently have, let alone having the ability to learn how to do another job. *sigh*
So, that's why I haven't really been writing much as of late. I have been in class. I have been trying not to be rude by constantly IMing during class, or checking CNN.com. I have been staying awake, and I guess I have learned a few things. Actually, let me describe some of the people in my class...
The Trainer: The trainer kind of looks like if Drew Barrymore blew up to the old Carnie Wilson size and had the voice of Fran Drescher with less raspiness. Now if that alone doesn't annoy the hell out of you, she zooms through all of the topics that are really important and slows down to the pace of molasses trying to go uphill when talking about things that won't help you do your job. It's sick and twisted. Furthermore, she gets bitchy when people asks questions and becomes very condescending.
Miss Iron Lung: This middle aged woman sits in the front row and has big bottle red hair. In fact, her hair is so big that the guy I work with (who happens to be like a bit taller than six foot and sits behind her) can't see the projection screen unless Miss Iron Lung looks down to take notes. In addition to that, she can't go anywhere without saying something. She walks in the room and has to make a comment. She makes noises as she walks around. She responds to everything that the trainer says whether it's a question or not. She seems very self important.
Loud Hoodrat: This girl is the embodiment of the loud hoodrat girl. She has a boomingly loud voice and insists on using it as often as possible. She laughs at every incredibly stupid joke that the trainer makes and doesn't understand the concept of a rhetorical question. She sits right behind me. I consistently find myself cringing when the Trainer and Loud Hoodrat get into a conversation. It seriously makes me shutter.
And finally...
Dumbass: This girl defines stupid. If there was a negative IQ, she would have it. This is the woman who comes in an hour late to class (which is why I have decided that she doesn't understand the concept of daylight savings time), thinks she knows everything, has a problem both understanding and communicating in English, consistently has problems with the work, shows that she doesn't even understand the job that she's in, and is consistently getting help from the woman next to me and the Trainer. I can't fuckin' stand this woman. She needs to be rubbed out of the gene pool. Okay, maybe I'm being a bit harsh, but I think that maybe if she was in an occupation where she would be using her native language, she could prove her intelligence enough to work in a fast food joint, but only if the hours were flexible enough so that daylight savings time wouldn't get in the way.
So, that's what I've been dealing with all week long. I can't wait for the weekend. I thought Shaft was going to come up to Boston this weekend, but he'll be up on the next two weekends. I'm getting a haircut on Saturday. I just need to find something to do for the weekend nights. Maybe I'll see if someone wants to have dinner or something. *Shrug* With class tomorrow, I prolly won't have time to e-mail or IM people to make arrangements. I'll figure it out though.
It's A Matter Of Clean Underwear Listening: For your heart is your heart. And your thoughts is your thoughts. Never mix love with hatred.
So, last night, I had this whole long blog running around and it got erased. We'll call it "The Violent One Syndrome." It had a whole bit about the weekend and everything... So, here it all is in a nutshell...
Friday night, I had dinner and drinks with Glare, Totoro and Ye-ah at Red Bones in Davis Square. After the day that I had, I was really jonesing for some comfort food and beer, and comfort food I got. We got the easy dinner for four with Texas Ribs (hold the Dubya), pulled pork, barbecue chicken, mac 'n' cheese, corn fritters, catfish fingers and cornbread. There was a healthy helping of beer as well. I have to say that though these ribs were good, they weren't what I was looking for exactly. I was looking for the completely sauce slathered ones. There was sauce there, of course, but not enough to really "slather" so to speak. I enjoyed it though. Good food and good company got my mind off of the woes of the day.
After we ate, we got coffee at the Diesel and talked a while longer. I spent most of my time drooling over this one girl who works there. She's probably a lesbian though. Like ninety percent of the workers there are lesbian and the other ten percent are guys. I see thie girl all of the time when I go to the Diesel. She's dreamy. Who cares if I don't have a shot in hell with her? She's still dreamy. Mmmm... Piercings... Mmmm... Tats... Mmmm... Cutie azn smile. *sigh*
Surprisingly, we called it a night early. All of us seemed to be exhausted. I was in bed by midnight... and I slept until half past noon. I think that I slept so much due to having a cold. I slept well too. I don't think I've had sleep like that in a long time. Here's the great thing... Once I got up, I did almost nothing. I walked to the grocery store to stock up on "sick foods" in the horrendous weather. OJ, grapefruit juice, yogurt, chicken soup, apples, craisins and spicy Cheez-its. I got the OJ with two hundred percent of the normal Vitamin C. I was hoping that it would do a number on my cold and would make me better by night time. I know it was wishful thinking. Perhaps coupled with the chicken soup it would do it? Who am I kidding? I tried that too. It didn't work. It's okay though. So, for the rest of the day, I ended up chillin around watching TV.
When four o'clock came around, I went ot go meet Special K at Kendall Square. OMG roped us into working for her boss' husband's beer summit. It was actually a lot of fun. There were upwards of around two hundred different beers and alcohols there. The session that we worked was from six o'clock to ten o'clock. For the first couple of housrs, Special K, Bombadier and I worked the door tearing tickets and wristbanding people. After that, I ended up working at a booth pouring for people. I was at a booth for "Euro Bubblie," which was a distributor of European/International spirits. I was serving a host of English Ales from the Wytchwood Brewery. Man, I acted like a pro. I didn't have the first clue about any of the beers that I was serving, but I was making recommendations, asking people questions about what they thought about the products... Hell, I was whipping the church-key on my index finger and popped caps off like a well-seasoned bartender. I really worked it. I flirted it up with some hot latina chicks who were promoting a different beer. I hooked them up with this Brazillian black beer called. It was a really kind of a fruity beer, but they liked it a lot. So, when I travelled over to their booth, they hooked me up with a tall glass with thier logo on it filled with the worst swill that I have ever tasted. I kept the glass though. Throughout my time pouring, I was kind of pouring one for the person that I was serving, and one for myself. Yeah, I got trashed. Really trashed.
That night was daylight savings time night. How bad did that suck? I think I went to sleep somewhere around the ballpark of one/two o'clock in the morning. To make it all better, I had to be up at nine to get my ass to dragon boat practice. Yeah, baby! I was fuct. So, after waking up at a quarter past nine, still feelin' a bit queasy, I filled up my squeeze bottle with two hundred percent vitamin C OJ and stumbled off to practice. Actually once I got moving, it wasn't so bad. It wasn't like I couldn't concentrate on practice or anything. I actually thought it was a pretty good practice. I had fun. I worked the team hard and even lost my voice for the first time this season. We did a two-three-four pyramid, which I knew was going to take them all down. I thought that after that exercise practice would be over. But, I guess not. Hulk wanted to take them on a nice little race piece. Yeesh! I actually had them cooling down and then I told them to get up and I really made it seem like practice was over. When Hulk came over to me and told me that he thought we should do one more piece, I was like, "The fuck?" I got a lot of dirty looks for the race piece.
After practice, almost all of us went to Grand Chow Chau city for dim sum. On the way there, OC Girl and I took a little detour so that she could go get some cash. Actually, it shouldn't have been a detour, but because I was talking to someone, I missed pointing out the ATM for her to stop at. My bad. Anyways, while we were walking, OC Girl asked me what on earth I could have been arguing about for four hours with the girl on Friday. I told her and it was kind of weird that I told her, because she and I aren't like crazy close friends or anything, but I was completely comfortable giving her the run down. I dunno. I was something that struck me. OC Girl is cool.
Anyways, we all went to dim sum at Grand Chau Chow City, because we kind of wanted to compare it to China Pearl. I have to say that there are some things better at China Pearl and some things better at Grand Chau Chow City. However, in the end, I feel that China Pearl wins. I think that the quality is better at China Pearl and plus, China Pearl has the black bean and garlic clams and my favorite fried dumpling is better at there too. In defense of Grand Chau Chow City, the almond dofu and the jellyfish were better there. I think the thing that turned me the most was the fact that China Pearl's food comes more frequently and is, from what I can tell, fresher/warmer. It was funny. I was trying to hoarde a couple of things that are my favorite things and people kept snatching them from me. OC girl made out with one of my fried dumplings, some of my rice porridge and some of my almond dofu. Actually, she was the one who stole most of it, but it was okay. She's a food efficienado. I can appreciate someone like that taking my food, though I did make a big, loud stink over it. But that's just how I am.
After all that, I went home and I don't exactly remember what happened after that. I think it had something to do with showering, laying down on the couch and crashing. I can't be sure.
Monday was an interesting day. In the morning, I had to fix a problem that FOP created. I ended up taking the crap for it from Mumbles, not like he has any real authority over me. In the afternoon, I was in class. Let me just say that I have never considered myself a genius or a rocket scientist. I hang out with some pretty intelligent people who are MIT graduates or are jet-set accountants or who have worked on strange telescope dishes out in the desert. But, if the people that I'm in class with are of normal intellect, I'm the fuckin' end all and be all of intelligence. I must be frikkin' omniscient. It's ridiculous. I actually think that there's one girl in the class who is having trouble understanding the concept of daylight savings time and the fact that even if you don't understand it, you have to move your clock ahead an hour. Eejits.
Monday night, Raver Girl was supposed to be in town for a school thing. I was supposed to meet up with her for dinner. Unfortunately, that didn't happen due to the frikkin' winter storm in the middle of April. Luckily, I had backup plans to have dinner with OC Girl, Fester and another dragon boater. Unfortunately, after evaluating the rest of the week's agenda, I decided not to go. See, I do laundry every other Monday, because I'll be damned if I have to give up a weekend day to do it, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna live without clean socks or drawls. Personal hygene, though a personal choice, tends to have a personal effect on other people. You smell like ass, you're not gonna have any friends. So, I opted for laundry knowing full well that if I didn't that I would be wearing holy boxers and socks that had no business being worn in such cold weather.
Class... Again... Listening: *Some Random Jazz Over The Class Speakers*
It is ten past one on a Monday morning. I am now in class. Kinda strange being next door to the place where I took my five week orientation course. Fun stuff... Hopefully. I hope not to fall asleep. You know what kind of person I am. I sit sedentary for so long that I fall asleep. Hopefully, I won't offend my teacher again. This is a well deserved break from Mumbles. I've been keeping my head down lately trying to avoid confrontation. Time to go.
A Fuckin' Rotten Day... Need Good BBQ And Beer Listening: Take me away. Take me away. Take me away... Set it up, DJ...
Okay, I've just had a bad day. We're talkin' shitty. When it started, I thought it was going to all be okay. I had the bulk of my morning work done before nine o'clock. I was chillin' around, waiting for stuff to be done and for stuff to be handed to me. I went out for a smoothie at around ten thirty or so, and when I got back, the fit hit the shan.
First of all, I was asked, on my way out to get a smoothie, to do a couple of things when I got back, so I put them as priority on my list of things to do. I see that there's an e-mail from one of the people I correspond with for work, but I just say, I'll read it when I finish with my shiznit. So, as I'm doing this work that SCUBA asked me to do, I start IMing with a friend of mine. We have a lot of playful conversations, but somehow after a bit, we get into an arguement. It was a stupid, stupid arguement. Fuckin' dumb, in fact. I don't know why it went on as long as it did. It felt like I could say nothing to make the situation better. Nothing at all. There were several times when we could have cut it off, but it would have meant that we would left the table angry, I think, so I opted not to drop it. I wanted to clear this up, because I think that I actually care about this girl, not that we're dating or anything. But, I think that if there was any potential there, I may have snuffed it today. Fuckin' stoopid. *sigh*
Meanwhile, about halfway throught the marathon conversation, a problem developed regarding the e-mail that I let slip for a few minutes. See, we booked something wrong and it needed to be reversed, but these people that we talk to are in a different time zone, so we missed being able to call them and ask them what they wanted us to do in certain regards. Missed them by ten minutes. Also, with Mumbles wanting to be the only one to speak with the client, I couldn't get my shit done fast enough. It was like there were too many cooks in the kitchen. Furthermore, he made comments like, "Boy, this is on you!" under his breath. Pissed me off. It made me want to frikkin' rip his head off. Now it turns out that we're going to have to fix the problem on Monday and it's going to be more complex than before. It's gonna suck on Monday.
You know, I'm really glad that I'm going to be drinking a lot this weekend. Yessah! Tonite, I'm having dinner with Totoro and Glare. We're gonna be eating barbecue and will be drinking beer. Yay! Tomorrow, I'm working at a beer summit with like two hundred different beers. Sunday, well, maybe after dragon boat, I'll rest. I've drank a lot this week. I think Wednesday night was the only night that I didn't drink. Strange. It's like I'm back in college or something. I've also developed a minor cold as well, but that was before my binge drinking.
Anyways, it's time for me to go. It's five o'clock, and I really just want to be out of here. It just sucks being here right now. I need a beer. I'm gonna go get one.
Routine Listening: I don't fall in love lawlessly. I must be dreaming or pinch me to waking so undeniably yours as long as I'm losing it so completely. Euphoria... I can't take any more of yah I'm losing it
Just a quick entry. Junior is back from Las Vegas before he flies out to Japan on Sunday. So, he came into the office today to pick up his check and grab lunch with the peanut gallery. Today went by pretty quickly, though I don't know why. Right now my eyes hurt like they're tired. I have been staring at my computer screen all day long, though, so I guess it's understandable. I can't wait until tomorrow. After work tonite Junior, FOP, Covet and I are all going out for drinks. There may be more people coming out as well, but who knows? Ya never know who'll be coming out.
Last night I went to Bartley's Burger's for dinner with Booch. I had a hankering for a good burger and hadn't eaten all day, so I got one of the double burgers. Yes, I ate it all. Booch and I always seem to have good conversation, though they usually end with her rolling her eyes at me. I had this gigantic lime rickey. Yummm... After dinner we went to the Harbard Book Shop and I drooled over many a book. I wanted to buy so many of them, but I figured that I could prolly buy them for cheaper on Half.com. So, I held off. I saw this great book called Tokyo Love which was a book of portraits of young japanese people, like from age eighteen through, I would say late twenties. There were just some great photographs in it.
Anyways, I have to go now. I have things to do and drinks to drink... as usual.
Rallying Support Listening: Just be your self in the way that you want to, baby!
So, last night after coming home, napping on the couch for a half hour, I ate dinner and went to dragon boat practice. I have to say that it wasn't an especially good practice. I know I wasn't putting full power into the water, but it was like every time I tried to focus on power, I was out of time with the strokes. The rating went up and down and up and down. Yeesh! It was the most inconsistent rating ever. to be honest, it kind of pissed me off. I like a nice consistent rating, and if you are going to change, do it more gradually. It didn't help that the girl in front of me was a complete newbie and just wasn't helping the matter. I kind of wanted to stop paddling and just show her how to do it. It's a little premature for that, given that we are still in the pool and all, but I'd rather people start to get it now as opposed to having horrible form and hit the boat thinking they're doing it right.
After practice, Hulk and I went to the Kendall Cafe, to chat with some other dragon boaters. I was trying to pitch my Limbo fundraiser idea. Hulk was a little hetsitant. I think Sassy is too. Hardcore likes the idea, as does Shutterbug. I just need to convince the majority of the board to okay the idea and we can get rolling on it. It needs to happen soon. There have been some people batting around the idea over e-mail but no clear decision has been made. I've been lobbying hard and I'm hoping it all goes through.
Today was a hectic day with all of the month end reporting for my job having to be done by today. I was really working most of the day. I got a breather around half past one. Most of the stuff that needed to get done got done, though. FOP still owes me some reports. Gonna have to jump on her about it tomorrow morning.
Tonite is dinner with Booch. We haven't done it in a while. We've both been busy. She sounds really stressed. I hope I can make her laugh a bit tonite.
Something I've noticed lately... I've been getting increasingly more cynical and bitter over the past two years. I mean, I still can try to cheer up a friend or whatever, but I think in my heart of hearts, I'm getting more and more cynical. I don't like it. I want to be moer idealistic. I want to be hopeful about the world and living in it and working in it. I want to enjoy the ride. It's like I'm a roller coaster critic. I can ride on them all I want, but when push comes to shove, I have to give the pros and cons of it and it seems like it's more cons lately. I can't just sit on the coaster and raise my hands in the air and yell at the top of my lungs. Instead I'm like, "This balsa wood piece of crap sucks. I have to write it down in my pad and include that thought in my article." It's not to say that I don't have good times, but it's just that the bulk of my time is spent in hell. I spend days upon days waiting for that one good day. I want to be excited to wake up in the morning and do whatever I need to do. Instead, I'm like, "Damn... this sure sucks having to get out of bed... It's not like anything quality is going to happen today..." I try to tell myself otherwise, but I don't think I buy it. Sometimes, I'll say to myself, "Maybe something exciting will happen today..." But nothing ever does. Same thing every day. Day in and day out.
Anyways, thanks for listening to my rant. It's about time I had a good rant. Til the next rant...
A Storm Is A Brewin' Listening: I'm turning Madonna down. I'm calling it my best move. I'll get you tickets to what you need...
Last night after work, I was a bit restless and was unable to take my normal after-work nap. So, I sat and watched my recorded episode of Alias and spend a few hours writing. It was like I couldn't get anything right when I wrote it. I couldn't make the words sound like I wanted them to sound. It wasn't like a stream of consciousness thing like this journal is. I had an objective in my writing and I wasn't acheiving it. I was pussy-footing my way around it, but I couldn't quite say what I wanted to say. I couldn't get to the point and sound eloquent at the same time. I was at a loss. I spent at least two full hours mulling over the project until I looked for help in some materials that I had laying around. Still, I haven't gotten to the point yet. I'll get there. I'll get there soon.
After mulling for a couple of hours and eating dinner, I put it aside and went to my room. The grandparents were watching CNN. Someone needs to shoot Ted Turner for pioneering the whole "24-Hour News Channel" concept. It's nice to keep up to date with current events, but really... It can wait until five or six in the evening, eleven at night or five in the morning. Really, it can.
So I went to my room and ended up rooting around in my old stuff, which eventually turned into cleaning my room. I threw out tons of stuff. Most of it consisted of old magazines and papers that I hadn't looked at in a long ass time. I found issues of Stuff@Night and The Improper Bostonian from just after graduation. Can someone say "pack rat?" That's what I am. I threw out at least twenty to thirty magazines, if not more. But, I do have to say, that my room doesn't look all that much more neat. I still have tons of crap laying around. I think when my grandparents go to California in May, I'm gonna go buy a dresser and a CD bookshelf or something of the like.
At nine o'clock, I cleaned up and headed out to Cuchi Cuchi for a friend's birthday. You can tell how good of a friend he is being that he has no nickname in the journal. Anyways, he's a nice guy, a bit goofy and tall, but, hey. I met a bunch of his friends from different places. The funny thing was that there was this one girl that walked in who looked really familiar. I couldn't place the face or grab the name, but I knew that I knew her from somewhere. About halfway through the night, she comes up to me and tells me that she met me at Swingin' Under the Stars two years ago. I was like, "I did?" She was like, "Yeah." She then proceeded to tell em that she remembered me with different glasses and long hair, and indeed at that time, I did have long hair and different glasses. Weird. So I still had no clue who she was and then she started talking about the friend that she used to go there with. I paused for a second. I asked her to describe her. Of course she says, little, cute and Azn. Of course I remember her. She was one of the girls I threw the mack down on while being skeevie at Swingin' Under the Stars! I remembered her friend immediately. It was a combination of the friend's name and the description of the friend that brought it all back. It was pretty random. Anyways, the girl that remembered me was lookin' kinda cute that night, but I had hit on her friend. I can't go there.
Later on in the night Carpenter and Cutesy Sister Number One showed up. It was a rockin' party by then... By rockin', I mean downtempo. The music was all really chill and the drinks just chilled me out even more. Cutesy Sister Number One spied a couch in the corner, so I went and sat with her for a while and talked about classical music. I mispronounced Hayen. I should have known better. I knew that his name was pronounced HIGH-den and not HEY-den. But, I'm a huge dork, so it's okay. So I chilled until just past midnight and went home and went to sleep.
For the past week or so, I have been getting to work a bit early, sometimes as much as a half hour early. Now, if you know me well, you know that getting me anywhere before eleven o'clock is like pulling teeth from a guy who has full mouth dentures. It just can't be done. But I've been going in early, because I can smell a storm brewing. I can smell it. It circles around Mumbles and I and it's gonna come fierce in the near future. I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm going to brace for impact. Hopefully I won't catch any shrapnel, let alone be caught in the eye of the storm. I'm hoping all turns out well. It's hard to tell these days. We'll figure it all out soon though....
