| 26 jul 2001 "i am a man of constant sorrow..." holy hell. i think i pulled another chest muscle. no, this time, it isn't the tics, but i think all that puking and heaving i've been doing. FUCKING OUCH. every day for the past week or so, there's been one thing that has dominated on the list of my ailments. yesterday it was my sore throat, and today, it's my stoopid chest muscle. i haven't played basketball in over a week now. good news though. i'm not leaving for japan on saturday. i'm leaving on monday, so i have the entire weekend to recoup and get better. yay! this gives me more hope that i'll actually be able to go on the trip rather than bail out due to illness. last night, jay came back from basically staying up all night and performing surgery and fixing people's bowels and stuff like that. he looked at my tonsils and stuff. it was funny having him feel my neck and lymph nodes... usually there's this anonymous feeling when you go to a doctor... they don't know you personally, and vice versa, but i guess even though having jay check me out was weird, it was comforting in a way, too. it felt more personal. i like having a doctor as a roommate, although i won't try to bore him and ask him too many dumb questions. but yeah. at his request for more vitamin C in my system, i drank a glass of orange juice, took a vitamin C tablet, and ran off to jamba juice to get a powerboost with the immunity boost in it. i think it might have done me some good! my throat doesn't kill like it did yesterday. before i went to sleep, i did a triple-whammy to try to get me to sleep easier... i took a shot of nyquil (gotta remember to score some for the japan trip), took two advil for pain relief, and smoked a cigarette to give me that initial tiredness feeling. it didn't quite work. i wound up tossing and turning for like two hours (perhaps because i had already napped for three hours earlier in the day). hrmph. jay told me one of his patients was puking up his own shit. WRONG. JUST WRONG. that's fucking disgusting. and i feel so sorry for whoever has to go through that. all these stories that he tells me (very casually, by the way) just scare the shit out of me, because there are so many things that can go wrong with our bodies. i know i'm experience some painful shit, but apparently, it's NOTHING compared to what others go through. so i should be thankful i have a common virus, rather than some fucked-up malaise like the ones jay tells me about. sharon's back! sharon is dishi's girlfriend. i have seen dishi try to occupy his "solitude" time by hanging out with me and other taiko folk... all the while, sharon's been traipsing around europe, but tonight, she comes back. so i'm expecting dishi to slowly turtle in back to his happy candy-eating coupledom bliss with his woman. goodbye... dishi... adieu, adieu!! alas. the jo-ann thing is tonight, not last night. which is good because i didn't make it out to taiko practice last night. although i heard it was very very fun... apparently 10 years worth of taiko history was represented by the people attending, PLUS the future of taiko were there, and they played some of my favorite songs. sigh. i doubt i could have played, though, with my monstrous chest pain. anyways, i was talking to dishi about getting jo-ann a webcam as a going-away present, so that when she's living her life across the pacific at singapore, we will all still be able to see her! how's that for a gift idea? alas, though, i think that if _i_ gave it to her, it might seem a little sketch because it'd be like, "dardy of love's past wants to INTRUDE into your private life and stalk you from afar." heh. yeah. totally sketch. "hey jo-ann, could you put that webcam in your SHOWER?" hee hee. dude. amms said "fuckin'" today in her post. and "prick." ?!@?!! what is UP with that. i'm trying to picture her sitting there, with her finger pointing and cute freckles, and her matter-of-fact voice, and saying what she wrote about in her little mini-rant. i can't do it! i'm sorry, but she and rita (and even adam) just seem too good-natured to curse believably. i know i'm kinda stereotyping them a little early... and maybe this is a hint to them that they should get edgier. but don't listen to me... i'm just babbling. i _can_ picture eric going off, though. like fucking GOING OFF. ass-reaming, spleen-wrenching, lung-puncturing, biting someone's head off-type PISSED. maybe that's why i call him "edge." ha ha. so there. i've fulfilled my little cross-linking quota for the day. my life is really boring right now. because all i'm focused on is getting over this virus hell that i've been put in for the past week. i'm rarely EVER sick for more than a week. this all started last thursday, so i'm past due for some amelioration. how's THAT for a fuckin' SAT word! sigh. it just might be ripe for getting another X-treme whopper at burger king. i can hear it calling me... amms told me she has an asian fetish. HA! no shit. i have one too. oh. there was one time, when some caucasian dude from my dorm wrote in a column in _the stanford daily_ that he admittedly had an asian fetish. he got REAMED on the editorials. poor guy. confess something like that, and get your good name just smeared into a crunchy white paste. but yeah. i dig the asian look. (i also like redheads, too. red pubes. fire-crotch! did you see julianne moore's pubes in robert altman's _shortcuts_?) which is why i don't like that whole try-to-look-different cosmetic surgery that so many asian women go through. why? why change your natural beauty? shit. alas. old topic. i don't like being one-dimensional. for the longest time, because i was young for my grade (i.e. went to stanford at 16), i was pigeonholed as a "genius." i fucking hated that. and this past week, it's been my illness that has been on the forefront of my preoccupations. and before that, it was liking amms that got a little obssessive. i don't like when that happens. we're all multi-faceted people, and it takes a lot of effort to show the world that we do have different parts of ourselves. i guess people's brains are kinda lazy, so it's often just easier to give every person a little tag, like "oh. he's an online journalist." or "yup. he's a taiko player." or "dude. he's a touretter." but we're ALL of that stuff and much more. for me, that's just a reminder that i don't like it when i seem all one-sided. which means i shouldn't rant about one thing for too long. yes. this is a reminder to myself to vary the topics if write. spread the love, baby. |