| 1 apr 2002 woah. my mom just told me that some 12 grader was working hard on some assignment in front his computer, and when his parents checked on him the next day, he was stone dead in his chair. wow. apparently the stress set off some crazy stuff in his body. my new shoes don't breathe very well. i've only been wearing these shoes for two hours, and already my feet are stinky. let me take a whiff. yup. they smell bad. luckily i'm sitting in a cubicle all day, so i can take off my shoes at work. i watched a lot of college basketball this weekend. it's a shame that college ball is almost over, which only leaves the NBA as interesting things to watch; the rest is boring boring baseball. ick. but congratulations to the uconn women's team for going undefeated this season, with a perfect 39-0 en route to their third national title in 7 years. amazing! sue bird is a cutie. also, oklahoma's stacey dales is cute, too. i'm getting really attached to the futon in the living room. on weekends, i spent most of my time sitting on it, and i've taken to lying down on the three fluffy pillows jay bought while watching tv. my favorite is when i relax and close my eyes, listening to the game on tv while my body takes a nice rest. i might offer to buy the futon off of jay when he moves out. let's see... so on saturday i watched both final four games while waiting for alan to drive down. we had dinner with kate and jeremy at fiesta del mar where i had this adobo burrito with really DRY pork. yuck. after that, we watched _panic room_. i was the one clamoring to see the movie, but i found it rather slow and boring. i dunno. i mean, you've got five guys stuck in a house, so there aren't that many options of stuff to do... either the protagonists leave the panic room, or they stay there. kinda lame. there were some cool cinematographic shots, though, where the camera swoops around the whole house and stuff. how do they do that? sunday, i woke up at 2 and bummed around before i headed off to stanford. i met up there with mike and rita; rita was playing volleyball in the oval. i was all prepared to be in awe of her massive skills; after all, she's a coach! anyways, it was a beautiful day outside, and there were no fewer than a dozen nets set up, and i quickly became very aware that i was the only one there wearing long pants. even mike, who was just watching and taking pictures, was all decked out in shorts and bare feet. after a while, i led mike around the front campus and showed him some of the rodin sculptures. he snapped quite a few pictures, and i went to my favorite rodin sculpture (i like it because k1 liked it, i'm such a biter), this one male bust where he's arching his body to show off his incredible back muscles. i think mike caught me on camera while i was massaging the sculpture's ass. i hung out there until about 5, after which i stopped by miyake to pick up my to-go order of 24 pieces of sushi. i can tell my stomach isn't what it used to be because i used to power through those 24 pieces and still feel hungry, but this time, it took quite a long time for me to finish. i needed my 4th wind to polish off the order. and then was the wonderful relaxing session on the futon as i watched the women's championship basketball game. i relished the opportunity to catch sue bird in her last collegiate game, and to admire diana taurasi's smooth shooting stroke. most women have really ugly shots, but taurasi's was really sweet. at stanford, while i was leading mike to the six burghers of calais, i saw a really familiar face. then, i realized it was michael macdonald! he was stanford's point guard last year. but what impressed me most was the fact that i was almost the same height as him. usually when i spot basketball players (like curtis borchardt or mark madsen), they're supertall, and i feel all diminutive and stuff, but this time, i was like, "hey! i match up with him!" it was a very reassuring thing. the other day i caught myself thinking, "dude, i want to be a porn star." i mean, at first glance, it seems fun, right? all you do is sit around having sex all day; seems kind of cool, right? but then i remind myself that i've heard many times now that male porn stars have it really bad. something about them having to being in such control of their bodies that it makes sex really mechanical and just plain boring. hm. so i take it back. i don't want to be a porn star. but maybe, i'd like to be a gigolo. hm. i am in dire need of a change in attitude. how does that happen? i mean, there's attitude, and there's behavior. behavior seems easy enough... if i want to do something, i just do it. but attitude is a state of mind. it seems much more difficult to change. it's not like i can suddenly tell myself, "i'm excited about life!" and immediately snap into that mode of thinking. that's why i think hypnosis is so cool... it provides a possibility for an instantaneous change of mind. oh. i had some cool dreams last night. one was where i had this green glob of stuff, and by manipulating it in certain ways, it would turn various tools for me to use. there were seven "levels" of skill that could be achieved with the glob (it must have stemmed from the old nintendo version of 'double dragon"), the ultimate level turning the glob into this thing that kicked the shit out of my enemies. also, i dreamt that i was scubadiving, and i had to wire up explosives around a russian submarine. i think that one is from having watched _the hunt for red october_ again a few weeks ago. this weekend, i rediscovered the joy of having our screen door fixed. this means that i can open the windows and let a nice fresh breeze flow throughout the place, and the best part is that it cools down my room at night. when i go to sleep, my blankets are once again nicely chilled to my satisfaction, so i can snuggle myself happily to a good night's rest. i'm tired of using my brain. i've been using my brain all my life. anyone got a good career for me where i can still make a lot of money and not have to think? modelling comes to mind, but of course, i'm not pretty enough... |