| 5 nov 2001 yeah. i was gonna update last friday. so sue me. but anyways, friday was a shitty day for me because of something that happened. i'm not at liberty to say, but basically i lost a friend because of this stupid journal. yup. so i was wracked with all this anger and regret and stuff, basically during all of friday and parts of the weekend. *shrug* i know i'll get over it, but i just hate myself for pissing off my friends... and to the point where they just throw the whole friendship down the drain. fucking ARGH. man. it just makes me mad and sad and all sorts of upset. i'm starting to think that this journal was a bad idea. or at least the way i approach it. *ponder* i mean, i'm treating it like a _real_ personal journal, and a sensible person has to know from the start that it's a bad idea, right? ok. so what have i been doing these past three days. friday, i set the alarm for 10, and i got up and checked my e-mail and went through that whole fiasco that i have just talked about. but i had to be in oakland by 11, so i just gathered myself, hopped in my car, and drove. oakland's not that far! of course, without traffic, that is. i can see how horrendous it must be if the dumbarton bridge or 880 were backed up. *shiver* but anyways, it was good to see noriko. to my amazement, she was smoking a clove when i got there. i recognized that wonderful cinnamony spell when the screen door opened. and i was shocked that it was her! i mean, back in '95, we were at the gas panic bar in roppongi, japan, and my secondhand smoke was irritating her eyes and stuff... and now, she's smoking herself! sheesh. heh. but anyways, she looks different now. i think she's gotten leaner from being in indonesia for three years; i doubt that she gets to eat all sorts of american-based fattening stuff... from the pictures i saw of her stay there, i think she ate a lot of fish. and after listening to her stories and stuff, i admire her for doing what she did... helping the local communities and villages with outreach and educational programs. i think i'm a spoiled suburbia kid; i need my civilization and luxuries. yeah. i'm definitely spoiled. both of us are unemployed. damn. you know, i NEVER thought that i would be lacking a job. that's just something that nobody ever warned me about. throughout the year, when i read about the crazy amounts of layoffs at companies, i never once thought that it would affect my life. and i wonder why the hell i'm so arrogant to believe that i am above all that. i guess i'm humbled now. but anyways, so after i said goodbye to noriko, i drove down. i was kind of upset at myself because i wasn't completely myself during the visit. i was still thinking about the e-mail i got that morning. my friends mean the world to me, so when one of them is obviously painfully mad at me, it really bugs me. it makes me want to drop everything i'm doing and fix the situation right away. but anyways, jay's parents were in town that week, and they took a whole bunch of us out to a fancy dinner in the city, at this place called farallon. yup. this was the same place i took karine out for her birthday a few years ago. fancy to the point of being gaudy and ridiculous, if you ask me. i don't get fancy restaurants. i ordered this halibut, which was pretty good, i guess, but was TINY. i mean small-ass tiny. it was like $28 or something. damn. *shrug* and then, for dessert, i ordered apple fritters ($9), and for that amount of money, they gave me TWO little pebbles of apple fritters. again, it was good, but shit... only two little mounds? so someone please explain to me what the draw of fancy dining is... besides the fact that it makes you feel wealthy or snobby or artificially good about yourself. but yeah. jay's dad was really gregarious, and it's always to see happy parents. i mean, yeah, the food was expensive, but i'll admit that it was good, but ultimately, the best part of the evening was that i spent it with friends. that's the single most important thing. hm. what else. well, there was this fiasco on saturday night where i was supposed to meet peter and his friend brian at an irish pub in mountain view. so i drove there, and i went in, and basically the whole boring story is that i waited outside for over half an hour, didn't see them, so i went home. pretty fucking sad, huh? but anyways, i'll just have to say that saturday night in mountain view is pretty happening. but the only thing i got out of that night was a pack of dunhill superior mild's at the chinese market on the corner. dude. congratulations to the arizona diamondbacks. that was a great game last night, and it seemed karmically fitting that they came back in the bottom of the 9th inning to win, after the two heartbreaking losses they had in games 4 and 5. it was so good to see the maanger bob brenly jump up in the air over and over again. and to see the veteran pitches johnson and schilling share the MVP. *sigh* i know jay is probably heartbroken, though, because he's a diehard yankee fan, but i just think that they've won enough. it's always refreshing to see a new team (especially a 4-year-old expansion team!) win the big one. although, i'll admit that if the dallas cowboys won the super bowl every year, i wouldn't mind, so i guess we all have our own biases. oh. so i guess sunday nights are pizza nights. it's shaping up to be that way. all i had to eat yesterday was a jamba juice smoothie, so when it came to dinner, i ordered a medium al bundy (basil, feta cheese, garlic, sundried tomatoes) pizza with sausage. damn. it cost me $22. but anyways, it was SIX large deep-dish slices. *drool* it was so good. and yup, i ate the whole damn thing. and didn't really feel sick afterwards, except for the feeling that my stomach was about to burst, and the constant garlic burps. but yeah. it's really good pizza. if you're ever in palo alto, go to pizza chicago. not much else to report. i really wanted to see a movie, but somehow, everyone kind of backed out. maybe i'll see one during this week, but i have to say, i do have at least one tv show every single night of the week that i have to watch. so it'll be tough. too bad that jet li's _the one_ got horrible ratings. but you just knew it had to bad, right? all right. good day. |