| 13 jul 2001 hm. seems like i walked into a ghost town today when i got to work. my quadrant was devoid of any people from my team, amms wasn't on AIM, i got no real e-mails in my inbox, and even my work e-mail (which i expected to be crammed with updates on last night's lab progress) was empty. how odd. ooh. sick. there's a pube on my keyboard! hm. it's probably mine. i hope. i don't remember scratching myself this morning. so it's before 11am, and i'm updating right now. word is that everyone in the lab was working late last night, so they're taking it easy and coming in late today. i guess that's probably a good sign, because if the chip wasn't working, then they'd probably have gone home or something. i got a call on my cell last night at around 8pm, but i didn't hear it. hm. i hope it wasn't an emergency. i'm basically on call for the next few weeks on the weekends just in case they need my expertise on the parts of the chip i designed. i hate talking about work. so blah. but yesterday, i basically felt like THE MAN when they thought they had a problem with my FPGA, and i just went in, tinkered around a bit, checked my code, probed some signals on the scope, and figured out what all the problems were. yeah. i felt good. so good that i went home at 5pm and treated myself to a little nap. speaking of naps and sleep, i had this dream this morning that my brother was ordering stuff at a food court, and i made him pay, but he lied about having any money and just scampered off. so i got stuck with criminal charges for not paying for the food, and i got this long lecture about the evils of financial truancy. stupid brother. heh. i've shoplifted once. i wonder if this stuff is legally binding. hm. ok. i won't say where. but i needed a small daily planner (one that could fit in my pocket), and i saw that this tiny piece of bound paper was FIVE BUCKS, so i got pissed at the jacked up prices. so i walked into a corner, deftly slipped it in my pocket, pretended to continue shopping, and skidaddled out of the place. others have been less fortunate. kristie once tried to swipe a pencil or something, and as she left, an employee approached her, and she just freaked out and ran away. typical young kristie... so composed when it comes to looking pretentious and socially indomitable, but a little insecure freak in other circumstances. i think i really found her duality alluring. or something like that. "i'm getting wise and i'm feeling so bohemian like you and it's you that i want so please just a casual casual easy thing" sigh. i've listened to that song dozens of times since i got the cd a few days ago. it's rather obssessive. i've got all the lyrics down now. a couple more listens, and i think i'll actually start getting sick of it. but it's SUCH a good song. the last time i was this crazy over a song (hm. i'm embarrassed to say...) is britney spears' "lucky." now, months later after that obssession, i can't understand why i liked that song so much. i turned on WWF smackdown yesterday. i found it really hilarious because stone cold steve austin (the texas-bred, redneck beer-guzzling bastard) was in a total comic relief mode. he was strumming a badly-turned guitar, singing "kumbaya." i could hear the audience laughing at his demeanor, and i thought it was a brave thing for the writers to degrade one of their top-selling superstars to that kind of status. i'm impressed by the WWF about two things... one is how they manipulate the audience through their storylines. i get a kick out of seeing an audience incessantly boo a character in one show, only to enthusiastically cheer them the next. yes, it's probably because the audience is comprised of stupid people, but i still admire the writers for brewing all the twists to the plot. and second. i'm impressed that big, buff heavy men can hurl themselves at each other and not get hurt. i also watch football, so i'm very aware of all the injuries that can happen when people collide. in the WWF, they don't wear pads, and they PURPOSELY execute moves that are designed to look crippling, so it's amazing that they can do it and not injure each other severely. i think jay thinks i'm an idiot for following wrestling. i don't really watch it that often. it's just that there was nothing better on tv last night. my hits are down. it seems that buzz over amabelle caused a little stir. what gives? how did you guys find out about it? what, is there like an online grapevine searching for little dramas, and you go, "hey! check out this fool who has an online crush!" sheesh. it's like all the lurkers come out of the woodwork to peek into my life... but dude... how did they find out in the first place? i'm baffled. but yeah. it's dying down now. yay. my life can go back to normal. there's only so much drama i can whip up over something that's gonna take time to develop. sensationalism, i tell ya... she and i were talking about how we could make up all these fake stories about us. like how i could also fall in love with her sister, and then be faced with this grand dilemma of "hm. which sister will dardy go out with?" and silly stuff like that. but really. how do people know if we journalists are telling the truth? i guess it's a faith thing. i wonder though. how public i will be with my next girlfriend. hm. i'll save that thought for later. like last night, i fondly remembered this incident involving karine's libido that i thought would make for a cool anecdote... but then. dude. i really don't think i should talk about it. i think when it comes to our private sexual lives, that's one area that i will NOT get into. it doesn't feel like a friday to me yet. i've been coming into work about a half hour earlier these days... 10:30 arrival instead of my usual 11am. why? heh. *sheepish* it's so i can chat with amms for a bit in the mornings, just in case i get saddled with work in the afternoon. there. i said it. *hides in a corner* funny thing. she asked me a few days ago why i've been coming in early, and i was like, "I don't know." but i lied. hm. i lied! i'm a bad bad person! haha. but anyways, even though i only get up half an hour earlier, it really makes me feel sick in the mornings. i get these waves of nausea where i'm trying to yack up something, but i can't because my stomach's empty. apparently, i need my sleep. i LOVE my sleep. i get grouchy and PISSED if i'm woken up. but for those of you who call me and wake me up, if you hear me try to be ultra-perky, it's because deep down inside, i'm just fuming. heh. but don't take it personally. there! that was a relatively clean (i.e. no swearing) entry, wasn't it? heh. |