| 17 apr 2002 oh, the gluttony of it all. i just ate a bacon whooper with cheese and EXTRA mayo. i noticed that my stomach was rather empty, and then i realized it was because i didn't have lunch yesterday when i was at the courthouse. i usually get whooper jr's, but i opted for the 800+ calorie burger today. i used to know the caloric info on all the major items for a lot of the fast food chains. i had the nutritional info webpages all bookmarked on my browser. it was summer of 2000, when i decided i wanted to gain weight and started to count calories. i forced myself to eat at least 3000 calories a day. yup. it was crazy. i drank soda like mad, and i would eat four yogurt's every day for breakfast. the strange thing was that i didn't gain a pound. so i gave up, and in the next few months of just eating normally, i gained something like 30 pounds. i attribute it to my turning 25; that magic number must have shut down the amazing metabolism that i used to have. i am really annoyed with some websites. they're mixing advertising with content! i mean, i don't care if the ads are in some panels off to the side of the top, but on the entertainment weekly site, there are some ads that float right above the text! that is just plain fucking wrong. content is content. (buy the tickle-me-pink bunny clitoris/vagina vibrator!) they should never ever (duff beer is good for you!) taint it (bmw: the ultimate driving machine) with advertising. get (get some abercrombie polka dotted boxer shorts!) my point? bastards. bowling sucked yesterday. i mean, i bowled horribly. there were only six people there, and i said that the online journalists (mike, rita, and i) should be one team. and man, we got our asses kicked. mike did well at the end of the games, but rita and i stunk it up like three-week-old chow mein sitting outside in those styrofoam to-go containers. i couldn't close a frame to save my life, and for the first time since i've bowled with this group, i failed to score over 100 (i got a 94) in a game. i think i was distracted, though. dan started putting in team names, and i found myself constantly thinking about funny names to type in. my favorites were "go nads," "pro state," "climb max," "condo mania," and some others i'm too lazy to remember. yeah, it was really childish. but for whatever reason, i got a kick out of it. strangest thing. the keyless entry transmitter for my car doesn't work whenever i'm parked outside the bowling alley. i wonder if there's some sort of weird electric field or something. but for the past three weeks, the transmitter miraculously fails to work when i'm there. i have a fascination with smelling things. like last night, geoff was eating a burger, and i just walked up and stuck my nose within half an inch of the half-eaten burger. geoff and rita looked shocked; i think they thought i was going to take a bit out of it. but i would never do that. sheesh, people. but anyways, another guy at bowling had this small cloth bag filled with some sort of desiccant. he used it to keep his hands dry. i couldn't stop sniffing the bag, even though it had this sour smell from all the hand sweat that's probably caked into the fabric. and there are times when my friends lay a huge fart, and i'll actually stick my head right in the middle of where i think the gas cloud should be. i don't know. sometimes i think i'm crazy. but i have ridiculously strong compulsions to sniff things. i think i need to hit an abercrombie sometime soon. i'm itching for some more white boy frat wear. i heard that they finally opened the a&f at valley fair. i must check it out. but then again, i have too much a&f shit already. like sunday, during the hike, i suddenly stopped and took a look at what i was wearing. my pants, t-shirt, and hat were all from abercrombie. man. i can be such a poster boy some times. i have four major fashion phases from college until now. they were the gap (freshman and sophomore year), banana republic (junior year-ish), tommy hilfiger (senior and co-term year), and abercrombie (post-graduation). now, i try not to buy anything at all, but there are rare times when the beauty of a certain clothing item (like, for instance, the fact that it's silver), makes it impossible for me to resist it. but anyways, i'm just glad i'm not into couture. i've been smoking a lot these past few days. must stop. hold on. i'm going to have one now. ok i'm back. it start raining outside. yuck. anyways, i read that some companies sell these nicotine lollipops, some of which can be bought over the internet without proof of age. the good thing about these things is that they will probably prevent lung cancer. one lollipop has enough nicotine for about 4/5 cigarettes, but they cost about $3. for a buck or two more, you could buy a whole pack of cigarettes. of course, the danger here is that kids can easily get their hands on them, which is why anti-smoking organizations are raising hell. do girls know that the main reason why men have porn is for their masturbatory enjoyment? i decided yesterday that i prefer short hair on girls. i mean, long hair is tradtionally pretty and possibly elegant, but short hair is just damn sexy. i can't explain why. but there's something incredibly perky and arousing about it. my conclusion was based on browsing through some of alex's pictures of when she had longer hair, and then looking at her current jaw-dropping state. but, like mike says, not all girls can pull off short hair. girls with moonfaces would probably look bad; the short hair would wind up looking like those lego people where they're bald at first but you slap on a plastic helmet of follicles on their head. but holy shit, when it works, it's a hell of a sight to behold. butterfaces are such tragedies. so close, yet so far. yesterday, a friend of mine suggested a way to get out of my depressive funk. he wrote: "go out, get drunk, have a good time and get laid. i've never been on an antidepressant but i don't think there's any medication out there that's a substitute for that." ah. i see wisdom in his words. all i want to say is, my friends are rad. they give me interesting perspectives. sometimes we need to know that there are alternatives to the way we've been living our lives. last night, rita was wearing this black sweater with a 2x2 inch white box in the middle. it was interesting. i told her that the design made me want to take a magic marker, walk right up to her, and draw a huge check mark right between her breasts. she punched me. and after reading this, mike will most likely drive over tonight and kick my ass. hey mike, it's nothing personal! the sweater made me do it. honest. i was surfing among some blogs last night, and i saw a new link on scarf girl's list. this girl had linked me! hm. anyways, her handle is "clownagama." for whatever reason, the next word i thought of was "orgasmatron." weird. |