| 16 jul 2001 dude. eric just signed off AIM with "aight!" ha! eric's ghetto! eric's ghetto! he just AIM'ed me to tell me that karine is going out with his friend peter. does that bug me? nah... i'm actually totally fine with it. what bugged me earlier is the mere fact that my online sphere intersected with the karine sphere when eric e-mailed me that he had dinner at karine's place last night. heh. i went to eric's journal, and BAM! hey! there was a picture of eric sitting next to karine and her new eyes! surreal, dude. why did i get bugged? i'm not sure. i guess i was just in the mode where i didn't plan on having karine pop into my life any more. but guess what... next saturday, at the vienna teng showcase at eric's house, she's gonna be there. so we'll see what happens. not that i'm envisioning anything bad... worst case is that we'll ignore each other, but i guess i just wasn't prepared for it. glad eric is keeping me up to date on such stuff. heh. but yeah, i'm not bugged any more. i had a smoke, and i can't even resurrect that feeling that i had earlier in the day. small world, is all i can say. small. fucking. incestuous. world. quite neat. it also turns out that one of the invitees to the party, jason, has met both amabelle and adam. damn. my chest hurts. the right side of my ribcage throbs with pain whenever i take a deep breath. or when i sleep, and i switch sides, it just jolts with pain all the way up and down my ribcage. damn. what the fuck happened? it started hurting friday, and one of my friends thinks the muscle between my ribs is spasming. i gotta have jay a look into it. i keep thinking that i have a broken rib or something. shit. i wonder if i can even play basketball this week. i need my exercise. i hope that i don't have to see a doctor for this. or worse, yet, i'll have to get surgery! the horrors... so i decided: no watermelon jell-o shots. BUT. i'm gonna try to make jell-o margaritas! yup. i always liked tequila over vodka anyway, ever since my friend alex introduced me to tequila. "it has taste" he said, and it's true. a little nasty taste, but nevertheless... it doesn't taste like rubbing alcohol. jell-o margaritas: lime jell-o with tequila. yay! yesterday, i basically just shopped around the area with jay and his girlfriend stef. i bought a big 4-quart mixing bowl and a ladle just so i can make jell-o. damn, i forgot to get a measuring cup (i'm anal about getting the exact amount of ingredients). and now i also need tons of little paper cups. jell-o shots are scary. you don't detect the alcohol until the jello gets digested in your stomach. my big fear is like, "oh! this is just like CANDY!" and downing like SEVEN shots, only to have them all take effect half an hour later and hit me like a ton of bricks. i better be careful with myself this friday. i'm not the drinking monster i used to be... i'm actually pretty weak now. i just don't want to end up puking in the toilet the entire night. and plus, it's been a while since i've gotten drunk; when i have alcohol, i just usually get headaches, and that's certainly no fun. but yeah. i saw a recipe for a drink called "death row" on the web last night. six shots of alcohol mixed together. no wonder they call it "death row." damn. i gave amabelle her own dedicated e-mail folder. heh. i showed my brother and mom some pics from the bbq on july 4th, and i was like, "hey, that girl with the dyed hair is the one i like right now." my mom laughed, and she mentioned how i've liked a lot of girls. she's met kristie, grace, karine... she's heard about jo-ann... my mom and dad were high school sweethearts. and they were the each other's first significant others, so i guess you can say they were kind of fairy-tale like. when i first started going out with girls, they railed and screamed about the fact that i went out with multiple people (not at the same time, silly). they were like, "why can't you find one person and settle down?" heh. i guess from their point of view, the first girlfriend is all i need. she asked if i was the type who likes girls easily. which is a great segueway into amabelle's entry, where she mentioned my three criteria to quick-and-easy "dardy likes someone." she got the list wrong, though: once again, to reiterate, it's: 1) a cuteness 2) a good smile 3) a bonding moment easy, right? yup. however, even though those three seem quite easy to fulfill, i don't stagger around in love with the whole population of women out there. i'm actually quite picky. and those three aren't like "rules" or anything... it's just an observation i made after i analyzed all the girls i had liked over the years and why i liked them. i boiled it down to those three common things. yup. oh. while jay was at the hospital bravely attending to some fucked-up babies with horrible mutations, stef and i hit the stanford shopping center. first, i stopped by the gap to get a pair of basic jeans (so i can transfer my wallet back to my trusty right ass-check), and then she recommended i get a pair of trendy worker dark-blue faded jeans. so i obliged and promptly blew $100 on two pairs of pants. boooring. jeans are such un-sexy purchases. and then, we hit banana republic (not that many asians there this time), and i picked out two pairs of boxers. one of them had golf clubs on them, and the other one! they're my housewarming party boxers! they have pictures of martinis on them! ha! my martini boxers! so at the party, i've got my pants and underwear all lined up. too bad, though. boxers, as cool as they are, are STILL un-sexy purchases because few people will see me in them. i'm not inclined to hop around the party in my underwear, so only a select few will know that i'm sporting mucho martinis around my crotch. heh... i wonder if i have time to go shopping for a cool shirt to wear. i'm excited! my first time hosting a party! i think i'll be as stressed as jay is about everyone showing up and having a good time. we gotta find a table to put all the food one. oh, and we gotta figure out what kind of food to serve. i never eat at parties (it interferes with the alcohol getting to my system), so i haven't given the foodstuffs much thought so far. cheese? ick. baby quiche? too much work. chips and salsa? potentially messy. vegetable platter? boring. *shrug* ah. the lab stuff at work isn't going to badly. there's still a couple of mysteries left, but at least one of the strangest problems isn't my fault. *phew* i really want this week to be over. |