| 14 feb 2002 weird thing in the mornings... i usually first wake up around 8-10, and during that time, i actually feel refreshed and ready to get up. but, being the lazy ass that i am, i stay in bed, and once i fall asleep again, it's nearly impossible to get me out of bed afterwards. what gives? so i spent like three hours yesterday ripping my cd's onto my iMac. i did about 50+ cd's, and the bad news is that according to that rate, i have about 33 hours of work left. and what's worse, the majority of the cd's i did yesterday were singles, so that means i only ripped one or two songs... doing entire albums from now on will take much much longer. fuck me. one thing i noticed is that a lot of my music is junk. meaning, only a couple of songs are worth ripping. that makes me sad. to think that i have spent so much money on music only to have a handful of worthwhile nuggets... no fucking wonder people steal music on napster and morpheus and such... why pay $14 a cd when you only want one or two songs? and, i have problems with other cd's... because i attribute the entire listening experience to hearing the entire disc... not just one or two pieces... some examples are jazz, ambient, electronica... and stuff like the cocteau twins' cd's... so do i rip the whole thing? ugh. anyways. it's a painful painful process. it seems all i did yesterday was sit in front of my computer, typing in song names (not that many of my cd's have the built-in CDDB tags) and waiting for the data to stream off. the tv was on, and but i couldn't really concentrate on _dawson's_ or _sportscenter_. so it was a pretty lame night for me. and i can't imagine how many more nights i have of this shit. i contributed $5 to a lotto pool yesterday. it was like 11 people or something... 55 chances at winning mucho dinero... alas, we came up with a whopping SEVEN DOLLARS worth of winnings. and stupid me, since nobody won the jackpot, i'm doing it again this saturday. ah, to dream big... so i guess i have to say it sometime... you all know what day today is... fucking valentine's day. the bitterness is not so much about being single (i still didn't really enjoy v-day when i was with a gf), but at what this day is supposed to mean. shit, i drive down 101, and i see some debeers billboard about diamonds and "show her how much she means to you" and all that bullshit... what a load of commercialism crap v-day is. well, it's all been said before. so i'll stop right here. yesterday i ticced so hard that i dug my nails into one of my fingers. i've got this annoying papercut-like thing on my left ring finger now. god, i hate my fucking TS. i'm just in a pissy mood. on a brighter note, that gotlucky girl is a riot. thanks! oh, i was able to get my iMac to beg for a reboot last night. yup. so much for the infallibility of OS X. i was ripping a cd, listning to an mp3, and running my web browser all at once, and iTunes just died. froze up. went kaputz. piece of shit. i wonder if more american will have sex tonight more than any other night. and the piggyback thought to that is, i wonder if the sex will be any better than the norm tonight. like, are couples willing to do that little extra something to please the partner, like rimjobs and felching and snowballing and stuff like that. bring out the handcuffs and blindfolds! shit. which reminds me. i still have never used my handcuffs. did i talk about this before? sophomore year, i just suddenly got the urge to buy a pair of cuffs, so i called up the stanford police department and asked them where they got their sets. a couple of us went to some store somewhere, and i bought a pair of black peerless police-issue handcuffs. sweet! yet, i have never used them. there aren't exactly bedposts in dorm beds, and ideally, i'd need two pairs, one for each hand. but then again, i lent to one of my friends, and it seemed they had some fun that night. i did feel weird about contributing to my friend's sex play, but at least there weren't any sticky silvery-white stains on the black metal when i got my cuffs back. oh, i think i *have* talked about this before. i remember mentioning seeing this girl sally when i was handcuffing myself, and she just grabbed the chain and led me around the halls of lantana, like i was her bitch or something. god damn, i was turned on. i wonder where sally is these days. she's one of few people who i only had like one or two dealings with, and then never saw again. but she was really sexy in my eyes. *sigh* oh, last night was weird. maybe it was a result of the monotonous robotic work i was doing on my computer, but when i hopped into bed, i just felt really fucked up. my body felt like it was going to explode, my head wanted to burst open, and my heart was pounding. i think i got some sort of weird panic attack. i wanted to get up and run headfirst into a wall to knock myself out. it was hella strange. god, i hope this doesn't happen to me again. two nights ago, when i went bowling with mike and his friends, i noticed the four girls that were using the lane to our left. man. they were all STACKED. one of the girls looked really strange, because she was really short and thin, yet her boobs were gigantous. i mean, she could have been a 30D or something. but i swear, if you lined them up shoulder to shoulder, you could probably fit one of those monster subs or 4-foot burritos on their breasts, and it wouldn't fall off. crazy shit. what are the odds that all four girls are built like that? makes me wonder... plastic surgery? HMM??? anyways, must do some reading for work. but for those couples out there, do something special. like crrrrraaazy. spontaneous. none of that flowers/chocolate/dinner bullshit. take a shower together. if she's bashful, then do it in the dark. have fun. (hell's bells, geocities is down. i can't post this shit! *RAAR*) |