| 5 jun 2002 "track 15... 25 seconds of silence... track 15... 25 seconds of silence..." i don't like hype. but it is in human nature to get excited about stuff and want to tell people. it is a wonder how we can keep secrets. (hey, i think i'm pretty good at it, though.) but anyways, stuff is going on. i've kind of spilled the beans (just a few beans) to some people, but i'll try to keep quiet for now. no need to build up any expectations. surprises are nice, right? so kansas apparently repealed a law that prevented asian americans from inheriting property. stuff like this always makes me wonder... would it be so hard to go through the existing legislature and just get rid of all the really old anachronistic shit? that's more of a rhetorical question, as i am sure that there exists a mountain of legal crap in every government. but still... there are a lot of stupid laws out there! hm. here is a pair of natalie portman's underwear that went on sale at ebay. she doesn't strike me as the type whole would do that. and the panties are ugly! and one more link... stuff like this makes me realize that i have no creativity... *ponder* what it would be like to be so witty and funny! dardy is pretty much a 100% piggybacker, is the conclusion that i have come to. case in point: you remember that whole taiko life plan? where i was going to join the group and stuff? so i was thinking about music, and how there are about three levels of activity: listening, playing (both of which i am good at), and then... there is creating. yup. and there is the aspect of music/taiko that i have no capacity for... no creativity! yes, i did write this one taiko song _popscene_summer of 2000, but looking back at it, it's really a big huge turd ball. and further proof that i'm a veritable piggybacker. i was driving to stanford after work last night, and there was this girl walking down alma talking on the cell phone. from the way she was dressed, and the way she walked, i thought it was k2. and i craned my neck when i whizzed past, and dude, it looked like her even! but then i realized that the whole package of how this girl looked corresponded to what she used to be, not what she probably is now. i.e. the way she was totally dressed down, the fact that her hair was shorter, and her thin hooded eyes... they were all aspects of how she was when she went out with me back then. it's neat, though, how you become so intimately familiar with another person's subtleties. with other girls (like k1's "i used to be a model" catwalk glide), things are easy to recognize, but with this k2 impostor, it was definitely much less obvious, yet very distinctive. i went to the stanford bookstore looking for student versions of dreamweaver. it's cheap! for $199 you can get dreamweaver 4, fireworks 4, freehand 10, and flash 5, i think. but anyways, all of that stuff work on mac OS9. mofo! i really don't like buying stuff that doesn't work with the latest OS. *RAAR* after that, i headed off to bowling. along the way on 280 (which is such a nice drive compared to 101), i got passed by this dark blue volkswagon cabrio with the license plates: "HY M8NS." *brain starts cranking* it took me a little while to get it, and then WHAM-O! it hit, and i jammed on the gas to get a look at the person driving. to my disappointment, it was some homely 40-something with a big fro of frizzy hair. not that she couldn't be high maintenance, but i would have been more interesting had it been some incredibly hot girl. i suck at bowling. BASTARDS. i ordered 10 bags of wasabi shrimp chips back on may 12th, from this website. 3 weeks later, i still haven't gotten them. i e-mailed them "what's up?" and when i finally checked their site, today, i find out that it's CLOSED! (temporarily) what kind of fucked up company forgets about its orders and closes? ok. hungry. must go get food. currently munching on a big mac, fish filet, and small fries. what the hell are fries without salt? *grumble* so at the bowling alley, i went to take a leak, and there were three urinals. some gruff dude in a big trucker hat was occupying the middle urinal (how rude!), so i just sidled up to him on the left. once i got there, he quickly zipped up and left... WITHOUT flushing OR washing his hands! reminder to self: never lick my fingers at a bowling alley. i pee so often now. it's like i have lost the ability to hold it in. ever since the whole encounter with my antidepressants, my bladder has been altered. so weird. i am currently obsessed with this one silver table at design within reach. and the only reason why is because it's BULLETPROOF. but honestly, who gives a shit whether a table can stop a slug? in any case, i'm fascinated. i bet it's damn heavy, though. my cubicle neighbor was trying to get me to buy expensive furniture. i told him i wanted a square table for small dinners and mah-johngg, and he was telling me that >$1K was a reasonable price. argh. so basically what he's telling me is that he has money and reminding me that i don't. so monday night, i was hanging out with carol, getting our usual fix of balls. i brought up this theory about popular people. basically, i postulate that some (not all) popular people have no hobbies because they don't need to. in other words, their social lives are so busy and active and they have no need to develop personal activities of their own. hence the more popular/pretty/whatever people tend to be more shallow. (this is not intended to be a pejorative statement.) and likewise, some of the less social people develop hobbies because they need a way to fill their time, etc. makes sense? i know that there is a multitude of people who wouldn't agree, and i'm just saying that it makes sense for some people i know. other people i know shatter the idea quite remarkably, though... is it obvious that some statements i make in this journal are aimed at particular people? after saying goodbye to carol, i met up with adam to have dinner. after the gorgefest, he and i took a walk to digest the wet burritos we consumed. there were times when he asked if a particular passage i wrote was targetting someone. of course they are. not always, but often. i am currently disliking my evolution into a bitchy man. i wonder... this whole recent flurry of buying shit. the camera, the furniture, the web stuff. i don't like spending money. i feel like i'm doing it because my life is empty. k1 and i used to go to stanford mall and come back, feeling all sick and immediately retiring to our rooms so we could study and do something "worthwhile." it is time to take control... and search for cheap or free thrills. no wonder people love sex. |