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| 4 jun 2001 saturday night i went to the simps (stanford improv) 10 year reunion.� no, i wasn't in it, but my friend mark did it for a while.� i met him with him, peter, and jason (pictured above with me on the right in the picture), and watched some amazing improv stuff. i was so impressed by how fast those people's minds worked.� just coming up with comedic stuff on the spot.� i think that even at the height of my tourettic phase, my brain wouldn't have been quick enough to function in that kind of setting and pressure.� mark said that after doing some improv skits that night, he felt really tired.� no shit.� it's like being on constant cranial overdrive, i bet. the strange looks that jason and i are exhibiting in that picture was a result of mark (in his typical improv mode) telling us to depict what we thought about our futures.� so you can see that neither of us are very ecstatic about what the future presents ahead.� heh.� i like funny camera shots.� so much better than the standard "look into the lens and smile cheekily" stuff. do you like my yellow watch?� i love it.� it's my yellow tag that i found while shopping in milpitas square.� i had seen it earlier on the tag heuer website, but i never thought that i'd _actually_ find it in a store somewhere.� needless to say, i freaked out when i saw it, and i ignored the price tag and snatched it up immediately. i had to remove a lot of the links on the band because my wrist was so thin.� but in the advent of my recent weight gain, i've had to add on one more link.� and i whenever i get the chance (my extra links have now been moved to the new place), i'll need to add one more.� yes.� my wrist has gotten that much bigger.� my watch is so tight now that whenever i take it off, it leaves all these imprints on my wrist.� it definitely feels uncomfortable.� hey!� maybe that's why i can't sleep with my watch on anymore! someday, i'll post up a picture of me _without_ a hat.� yes.� i do wear hats a lot. ----- i was in a really bad mood this morning.� it's not gone totally, either.� i was basically kind of depressed that my life seems to be going nowhere these days.� i mean, 2001 is almost half over, and nothing interesting has happened to me.� my weekdays are totally boring (work, tv, work, tv), and weekends are slightly better because i hang out with my friends.� what i want is daily stimulation. yes, i'm whining.� if you get two things out of this journal of mine it's that 1) i'm really lazy and 2) i complain a lot. it's really bad to be a lazy-ass who whines all the time, huh?� because they perpetuate each other.� on one hand, if i'm too fucking lazy to get my ass in gear in life, then of course i'll have plenty to complain about.� and if i whine all the time, then i'm wasting time just venting about how my life sucks, and i prevent myself from having a constructive attitude and going out there to fix the boredom and complacency i have. ah.� that didn't quite make sense to me, but i'll just leave it at that. people at work (rahul, especially) get the brunt of my moping around the office.� of course, everyone at the company just says, "you need a girl."� i wholeheartedly agree.� this dardy is ready for some lovin'! oh.� speaking of lovin'.� saturday night, i came to a certain conclusion.� basically, one of the ways you can tell if you really like your friends is how you react when you hear them have sex in the next room.� yup.� of course either way, it's uncomfortable, but my auxiliary reactions come in two flavors.� one is a certain "all right!� have a good fun rompin' time!"� and the other is "SHUT THE FUCK UP."� i've experienced both sentiments, and i think it plainly distills the way you feel about that certain person. it definitely is annoying, though.� and kind of surreal and freaky.� as much as i know that my friends are very sexual creatures, i can't (not that i've really tried to) picture them in the sack.� so when you're bluntly faced with the reality (i.e. grunts and shrieks of ecstacy) that something is going down in the next room, it's quite a shock.� i usually try to focus my thoughts on something distracting, and i try to hum a little tune to myself or something.� and hopefully (and unfortunately for the girl) it doesn't last that long.� in my case, the few times i've been stuck in this situation, i'm fortunate enough that the guy didn't have the staying power of, say, a stallion porn actor.� that would be quite disturbing, like constantly wondering, "when the hell is he gonna COME?" HAHAHAHAHA.� i really didn't plan on talking about this today.� but there _is_ a reason why i brought it up.� you can guess what woke me up one night between today and my last update.� :) let all the walls be thick and soundproof!� whatever happened to those college days of kids drowning out all the sex by playing music? thank goodness, though, that none of us (hopefully) lives in one-room doubles any more.� i think one of the worst feelings of dread and impending doom is when you're happily romping away, and you hear someone outside your door.� and there's that awful sound of the key entering the keyhole (hey!� a phallic reference!).� the world seems to freeze, and you're faced with making a lightning-fast decision: 1) you and your partner do the emergency dismount and hide under the covers 2) you yell out to your roommate and plead for ten more minutes sigh.� those old days of living dangerously. |