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| 21 jan 2002 so i've had indian food twice in the past three days.� the first time, i held back and only ate a small plate's worth (i was holding out for some pmt, which we didn't get in the end), so i was fine.� but today, rahul and i went to sneha, and i loaded up on way too much chicken, and parts of my lunch are scattered in the shrubberies outside the office.� all orange spicy stuff that burned coming up.� and now, after taking a huge dump, i'm overwhelmed with my food coma. friday night was warabi-za, a 50-year-old japanese performing troupe.� they did a marginal amount of taiko (standard songs like hachijo and yatai-bayashi), but most of the stuff was dances and songs.� interesting for a little bit, but maybe a bit too much of that stuff.� while i was watching it, i kept thinking that it was too bad mike was in vegas because it's his heritage and culture and stuff.� i would have liked him to have seen it. i don't know why i'm so involved with japanese culture.� i realized that all the little decorations in my car (my robot clock, my chibi-totoro, and my tare panda) are all from japan.� it's not like i don't like chinese stuff... but i just don't have much exposure to that stuff... it seems japanese wares are much more popular... their knack for cool and cute paraphenalia makes it more accessible and likeable, i guess. there were some really heinous-looking women performers at warabi-za, though... i couldn't find one cute girl on stage to admire, so *sigh*.� but i did bump into britt, who's one of the two people still left from the san jose taiko audition process that i did last year... she's my favorite of the bunch... we used to flirt around a bit, and i definitely admire her for her athleticism... so much spunk in such a small package!� besides, she looked good in her glasses friday night... i dig girls who wear glasses.� eyewear is sexy, and as kristie once wrote, it's sexy because it's one of the last things you can take off. saturday, i didn't get to sleep in (i haven't slept in for a long time) because i organized an 11am brunch with the taiko alums... that's where we went to indian food, and after that, nobody felt like doing anything (even get pmt), so we headed back to stanford.� we sat in the car for like an hour just talking, and while sitting there, we noticed what we thought was a girl practicing baton twirling. that is the bomb.� baton twirling.� we were so fascinated that dishi actually turned on the ignition and drove to another spot in the parking lot so we could get a better look.� talk about stalking!� i bet that person had no idea that he (as we eventually decided, it was an effeminate-looking guy, not a girl) had such ardent admirers watching him from afar.� it's just that his magnificent twirls and tosses and catches were done with such nonchalance... it seem befitting that somebody with such a talent would wind up at stanford... so many students there are amazing at something or other. while i was driving home from brunch, alan called me... apparently he was bored and decided to just drive down to the peninsula for the hell of it... so i gladly welcomed his arrival.� the first place we went to was the apple store, where i showed him the iMac.� fucking beautiful.� i inquired a little more about the soundsticks, and i learned that people might start lining up outside the store early next monday.� i hope i get one without having to wait that long... and despite mike's little dissertation on why i shouldn't get an imac, i think i just have to.� it's a work of art.� and i'm completely seduced. it turns out that carolyn (one of the girl's drawgroup) was flying in from boston (harvard is on a break right now), so i was happy.� carolyn is one of my favorite girls.� she was out here to visit people, look for jobs, and find a wedding venue for her and dave.� but anyways, carolyn is cool... she's humble (perhaps a little too humble), kind, affectionate, and as i found out over the weekend, she loves sports!� especially football (she was cheering for new england, who got a questionable miracle in their win over the raiders), and she even watches _sportscenter_!� shit, i want a girl like that. anyways, the picture above is of me and carolyn at armadillo willy's, where nine of us went to dinner on saturday night.� the place was pretty much deserted because i gather most people were watching the football game (we went during the overtime break and watched vinatieri kick the game-winning field goal).� you know, i'd like armadillo willy's more if they just gave MORE FOOD.� it tastes pretty good, but if you go to my hometown of dallas and visit a place like spring creek barbeque, you'd instantly tell the different in texan hospitality... they just give you so much more shit there. at armadillo willy's, i ordered a margarita and promptly got a little buzzed on an empty stomach.� but then my stomach started hurting... apparently it was a buildup of pressure.� and not wanting to stink up the place by beefing, i excused myself and took a walk outside in the chilly air.� the cigarette loosened my bowels a bit, so a few beefs and burps later, i was back to normal.� *phew*� i wasn't constipated, but this episode reminded me how bad constipation feels... all that pressure and weight in your stomach, and no way to get rid of it.� it's a terrible way to be. sunday i finally got to sleep in.� i would have gone on until like 4pm if jeremy hadn't woke me up at 2.� i spent the day looking at wedding places with carolyn, jeremy, and kate, and it reminded me of when i took emi around looking at venues last year.� i miss emi.� but anyways, we stopped by the coffee house at stanford, and i proceeded to drink a tea AND a latte.� talk about caffeine overdose.� but instead of getting wired, i only got a burnt tongue and a warm sickly sleepy feeling. after dinner, i went home and allotted myself some alone-time.� this week's issue of _time_ is rather large (150 pages), so i tackled a little under half of it.� i really wish i could read faster.� and i realized that part of my reading speed is determined by how interested i am in the subject matter.� while reading about the enron scandal and more about the war in afghanistan, i just wasn't interested at all.� but then i hit the section about health and advances in medicine, and i just started ripping through the articles. i saw _brotherhood of the wolf_ with alan.� i knew it was a french movie, but i thought they ahd done it in english.� i apologized to alan when the first french subtitle came on... alan doesn't like having to read movies.� and the movie sucked... but the reason why i chose this movie was that the other option was _black hawk down_.� i've heard about its gore and similarity to the first part of _saving private ryan_, which haunted me for a long time with its realistic depiction of the horrors of war.� and i decided i just wasn't ready to see another film like that.� i've become such a softie... i used to love violent movies (schwarzenegger flicks and john woo movies), but when it comes to really graphic gut-ripping body-part-flying depictions, i just can't handle it.� i think generic movie violence (one shot and you're dead kind of stuff) is fine, but if it's gruesome and drawn out, then i get really queasy.� thank goodness i never went to med school; i would have never survived. i think my monday entries are lame.� because i just report on what i did over the weekend. alas. go read enjelani's 50 answers.� i love reading the answers to winnie's 50 questions.� especially the stuff about sex.� :)� i don't get why people don't talk about their sexuality more often.� i mean, that whole shyness and reticence and stuff.� it's not like we'll judge you for it, and it's not too revelatory in my eyes.� it's just something you like to do.� and we all know you're thinking about it, because unless you're abstinent, something juicy is obviously going down in the bedroom.� i wish more people i read would post up their 50 answers.� oh well. but anyways, woman on top is her preference.� hm.� you know, as much as that seems really sexy and a turn-on, i can't get off when the girl is on top.� i don't know why.� i think a lot of it has to do with me having to do the work... which really bums me out because i'd like to believe that i'd be totally fine with the girl doing the work.� i mean, that's cool, right? back in senior year, k2 was over, and alan started talking to her about sex.� and the cool thing was, k2 was fine with that.� he asked her, "what's your favorite posiition?" and she said "on a chair."� as much as i tried to not let it bother me, it did... because we hadn't done it on a chair yet!� so that meant that while she was thinking about the question, she searched through her past history with her ex's.� oooh.� *grumble*� i mean, i got over it soon enough, i have to admit that i'm kind of sensitive when i see evidence of a girl thinking about her ex's.� NOW...� aren't i the hypocrite?� yeah.� i hate my hypocrisy.� ugh. anyways... people just don't talk about sex often enough.� and that disappoints me. ok.� i have some e-mail replying to do.� one of them is going to be a bit juicy.� dj wrote me last night, and he wants me to answer three questions... "what is snowballing?� what is a chode?� how do you give a woman a g-spot orgasm?" oh.� one more thing.� i read parts of my freshman year journal a few days ago.� (i was lamenting the loss of my e-mail, and wanted a nostalgia fix.)� anyways, i was searching for entry from the day when kristie and i had that tresidder picnic, since i had written about it last week.� i found it... it was february 13, 1993.� anyways, that wasn't the interesting part of the journal entry; the way the entry ended was what surprised me... i had totally forgotten about it.� but basically, when we said good night (we weren't going out yet, but one week later, we would get together), i told her this quote which i liked... "a kiss is a device used by nature to end conversation when words become superfluous." and then i opened my hand and gave her a hershey's kiss.� no, i didn't have the balls to give her a real kiss.� i'm such a fucking wuss.� but i think i did the next best thing. *sigh* man.� gotta love the juice. |