| 7 may 2001 i'm currently infatuated with the word "venue." it just has much more artistic connotations than the word "place" or "locale." the housing search is in a bit of a stall right now, which provides me nothing but frustration because i like my tasks to be short, swift, and decisive. i found a BEAUTIFUL place which i wanted to live in immediately, but alas, i'm like 10th on the application list, so it's doubtful that i'll get it. even that is fine, as long as they tell me soon, but it'll take a few days before the owners decide who gets it. shit. it is such a nice place. two MASTER bedrooms with their own bathrooms, a beautiful living room and nice kitchen. not that i cook (i haven't gone to the supermarket for food for over six months) or anything, but... *sigh* it's a nice place that i could see myself adoringly lounging around in. so my objective side decided that the downtown palo alto place, though irresistable in its location (i mean, err, venue), is a bit too run down for me. the killer for me is the fact that there is no storage space for all my shit. i have a ton of boxes of junk that i really should get rid of, but my packrat mentality prevents me from doing so. i accumulate a lot of crap, but i can't seem to let any of it go. the only thing i want to get rid of is my bastard meanie fish. it's a brutal fish! it killed all the others. sometimes i'm a real shithead and refuse to feed the fish for a couple of days straight, but the bugger keeps on staying alive. then i feel bad and reluctantly give it a few fish flakes. but i'm not that nice... i have never cleaned the fishtank, and it's been like two years since i've had it. i admire those people who can pack everything they own into one carload. the portable life. of course, that discounts furniture. i'm astounded by the fact that all i needed for six months in japan fit into one large suitcase and one backpack. that was the closest i ever got to the portable life, and i doubt i'll ever be able to achieve that minimalism ever again. the biggest killer is books. and my 600+ cds. totally uncompressable. and heavy. i should make a promise to only buy books after i've finished reading them. but you know me... i'm like the king of attention deficit disorder (ADD). i thought the biggest laugher was that i even bought a book about ADD, but i never bothered to read it! ha! a definite sign of ADD indeed. and my cds are mainly a snapshot of my morphing musical trends of college. i accumulated the vast majority of them back when i was at stanford... approximately 100 a year. i sadly admit that i never touch them any more. mainly because whenever i'm in my room, i'm watching television. i should also promise that i will never have a tv in my bedroom again. it's just really destructive on my brain and my activities. tv can be really evil. bad! bad! ----- this weekend was the first time in ages that jeremy, alan, and i were all together in the same place. we lived together in brenton court for two years, and i look back on those days so fondly. living with my best buddies. can anything get better than that? of course, my mom says that the surest way to ruin your friendship is to live with them. but all three of us are really easygoing, so i think the biggest (and only) heated discussion we ever had was how much rent we all had to pay, given that each of us had different sized rooms. i think i'm the easiest-going (read: lazest) of them all... because i just said that i was going to take the largest room and pay a lot, and left it at that. i'm glad it worked out. i was pretty depressed for a long time after jeremy got married and forced us all to disband brenton court. even though the three of us didn't see each other that much, it was just really comfortable and assuring to know that my roommates were my best friends. at the time, we all had girlfriends, so we all had our "commitments" and "obligations" to our significant others, which means that the three of us rarely had a weekend all together. well, alan's still with rainbow, and jeremy married kate, so i guess i'm the only one who detracts from the norm of my guy friends all having girlfriends. but saturday night, the usual crowd gathered at jeremy's house, and we just watched _miss congeniality_. it was ok. well, better than ok, because i have a particular liking for sandra bullock. i wouldn't call her hot, but she's got this charming and down-to-earth appeal. the taco bell ad guy played a minor role in the movie, and whenever i saw him, i burst out with the catchphrase... "ZESTAAAHHHHH" you know, from all their "zesty" ads. my favorite part was when this airhead was asked "describe your favorite date," and she countered, "april 25th because it's not too hot and not too cold" or something like that. it sounds like something phoebe buffay from _friends_ would say. GOD I WANT THIS HOUSING SEARCH OVER WITH! shit. i hate my future being unresolved. ----- sunday, i helped out stanford taiko with a public workshop. a chance to play taiko with my favorite group in the world? duh... no brainer here... i got to play a bit, and it's really sad... because my arms are sore today. shit. it's only been a few weeks since i my san jose taiko practices, and already my body is atrophying? how sad. only three people showed up for the workshop, but i think that was cool because they got a lot of individual attention, and they also got to spend their entire time on the drums instead of faux drums made up of tires. other than that, it was a quaint weekend. i watched a couple of NBA playoff games and promptly fell asleep in the hot afternoon sun. my sleep schedule is kind of fucked up now, because i stay away until like 2am and can't get up until past 11am. yeah. my company must really love me. i had a dream this morning that kristie actually responded to the couple of e-mails i've sent her. ha. as if. she mailed all these letters to me in the dream, and i was pretty happy. i really wish i got to read some of those letters, but damn, my cell phone woke me up when one of the rental agencies called me. random random random. was this entry... i guess i need an entire monday to fully wake up. |