| 5 feb 2002 for some reason, today is a better day.� nothing's really changed, so i guess it's a mood swing?� i dunno.� (well, the real reason, for which i have a hunch, is something i can't talk about.)� but anyways, on the drive over to burger king, live 105 was playing some metallica, and that made me happy. it was a rock block with "nothing else matters" coupled with "enter sandman."� the first song reminded me of this one time when kristie and i were sitting in my room, and we didn't say a single word... instead, i just played one song after another to fit my mood.� i think it was cool that i could let my music speak for me during certain occasions.� the second song reminded me of jay telling me that they would play "enter sandman" when mariano rivera came in to close out the 9th for the yankees.� exit light.� enter night.� lights out. this season has brought about some good games.� i thought the world series (despite my hatred for baseball) and the super bowl were both really good games. sheepish. i feel sheepish. why?� i can't say.� but once again, my big mouth on this journal has gotten me into some trouble, and i just feel kind of dumb. but, it reminds me that not everyone is as anti-private as i am.� i mean, when people randomly e-mail me, i always respond.� because i *like* the attention.� because i think it's considerate of me to write back to someone who's taken the initiative and the time and the effort to write me.� it's the least i could do, you know?� and that's how i like others to react when i e-mail them.� granted, there are a lot of psychos out there, and when someone blitzes you out of the blue, you might wonder what their motives are, but still... i like to give people the benefit of the doubt.� i mean, even that evil harassing guy who sent me hate mail... i wrote him back a couple of times, despite knowing that the situation reeked of sketchiness. but lots of people aren't like me.� they get freaked out when someone invades their private sphere.� i mean, what i do a lot of the times seems like exactly what a STALKER would do.� and people hate stalkers.� so i get that.� but still, i posit that the cooler people are the ones who have open minds in how people connect and contact each other.� so i'll just leave it at that. but, i do have to apologize to a friend of mine for embroiling him in a difficult situation.� i'm sorry, dude.� i'm sorry that my big fucking mouth has landed you in a tenuous spot. so on saturday (or maybe it was friday), i was talking to alan, and i told him that i thought it would be cool to date a stripper.� the reason why i brought it up was because i went on the web and read up some strip club etiquette (not that i go all the time).� and one of the rules was to never ask out a stripper unless she was really familiar with you, i.e. you were a regular customer. alan was a bit sketched out by that, but i think a stripper would be an interesting girl to go out with.� i mean, yeah, they get naked in front of random guys, but at least they don't kiss them or have sex with them (i.e. going out with a hooker would be a completely different thing).� and it's just a job, right?� but anyways, the one stripper who came up and talked to me was kind of dumb, though.� she came up and asked (because i was asian) "do you know KANJIS?"� first of all, it's "kanji."� and then she showed me her wrist, which had three chinese characters on it.� she basically got the tattoo but didn't know what the characters stood for.� kind of dumb, to get a tattoo and not know what it means, huh? speaking of strippers, saturday night margaret came over, and she asked us where we were going to dinner.� i told her "a tapas bar," and then she hit me.� she thought i said, "a topless bar."� damn.� i'm not going to say anything, but i wonder about freudian slipups like that.� but it was a funny moment anyways.� because the moment she hit me, i knew what she was thinking. you know, if it were possible to marry a group of friends, i'd do it with my drawgroup.� i love them all.� i wouldn't mind guaranteeing that i'd spend the rest of my life with them.� maybe i should join a commune.� free love would be pretty cool, wouldn't it? i saw eric on IM today, so i didn't even hesitate to ring him up.� i miss talking to him.� despite my unenthusiasm with playing games, i kind of miss our lucy's shindigs.� man, that seemed like a long time ago, doesn't it?� i think the last time we got together, it was halloween night. what is up with people having secret blogs and stuff?� a lot of people stop writing at one site and then start up another one.� i feel like _i_ should be doing that, too, but i'd be sad to think that i've worked so hard to write consistently and build up a following, only to ditch them and start all over again. i think people are pretty sensitive creatures.� i know of a few cases where people feel like their friends are "choosing" sides when it comes to picking one over the other.� like, if there's a common thing or question or issue, if i go talking to one person over the other (both of them are involved), the one who doesn't get asked gets a little offended.� that happened with two friends of mine... although things seemed to be find at the superbowl party, where both of them were there.� but anyways, people seem so easily slighted (me included), so i should just say "get a life" and move on, huh? i told eric today that i'm tired of being an engineer.� i want to change careers.� and what would i like to be?� a counterfeiter!� think about it... i'd get to print all the money i need; how fucking cool is that?� yeah, there's the slight issue with the law, but still... of all the crimes to commit, counterfeiting is the best one in my opinion. i took a typing test.� i got 120 words a minute, with 86% accuracy.� but i think the accuracy was a bit deflated because if i get off on one word, all the subsequent ones are wrong.� in fact, the first time i took it, i got a whopping TEN percent accuracy.� heh.� but anyways, i've always prided myself on being a fast typer.� when i took a typing class in 8th grade, i actually beat my teacher.� but anyways... i'm switching projects!� i'm kind of excited, although i'm not too enthused with the coding methodology here.� it seems rather silly and it involves a lot of extra work that i'm not used to seeing.� but anyways, i'm itching to code.� i did some C coding last week, and it was actually really fun, despite having to debug mysterious segfaults and stuff like that. ok.� this was a random entry.� i like it.� time to talk to my coworker james about what i'll be doing for the "sexy" chip.� woo-hoo! |