So the drive... yes, it was unbelievable. But that wasn't what rattled me so. When I was driving into DC from MD, I was caught in some serious slowness. It was then that I noticed something utterly scary. I happened to look into my rearview mirror, and lo and behold there it was... A woman was driving with a man, and her hair was FEATHERED! Yes, my friends, it was FEATHERED into a puffy bouffant, or whatever you call those things. The feathered look is totally circa 1983, and then the puffy bouffant?! It gave me flashbacks of Debbie Gibson and her "Shake Your Love" video. Clearly a scary experience. CLEARLY.

At first implulse I was revolted. But then I began to think that perhaps she was totally sportin' her Halloween cosutme early on. AHAHAHA... Not too sure what her deal was, but something was going on. The hairstyle alone was grounds for punishment. How sad.

I know that I may seem overly passionate about this kind of thing, but then again I'm the one who gets a headache when I see guys and gals sportin' clunky boots, or equally clunky shoes. Ummm, circa 1998 should be left in 1998. I was at Potomac Mills on Saturday with Carrie and Gina, and I was waiting for them as they were shoppin' their butts off at Papaya. One of the workers was this skinny-ass Asian girl. Well, our cousin was totally wearing these CLUNKY-ASS boots, like totally Betty-Boop lookin'; the kind whose thick soles border platform status. I swear, I saw people wear that type of shoe back in 97. I even remember shopping with this girl who was pressed to buy a pair of those ugly shoes back then (that was a project gone awry). Back then you could've pulled off wearing that stuff, but now? I'm sorry, but Asian girl was cuttin' it short. To top that off, she was wearing these fake-me-out eye lashes that made herself look like she had caterpillars moving along her eyelids. After today's "feathered hairstyle" sighting, I am convinced that these people have been sportin' their Halloween costumes way too early for their own good.

Oooh... I think I'm gonna buy this suede jacket I saw last weekend.

On a much lighter note, my lil' bro has finished his program at Lincoln Technical Institute! WaHoO! He finished with high honors, too! Way to go, MARX! I'm so proud of him; him and the other lil Pinoy boy who graduated with him ---who totally looks like my boy, Godfrey. AHAHA! After the graduation, we ate like a FAT family at Longhorn. Good stuff.

Halloween is tomorrow, and I don't have a costume. Lemme call Carrie to see what the girl is doin'. I need something to do.

First of all, Beyonce's opening number. It was aight. Not your typical show-opener, but still entertaining. I just don't know what she was doing towards the end, when she was dancing in that ring of fire. She got on the floor and attempted to do a thrash n- slash kinda thing that really confused me. I couldn't figure out what she was doing, nor did I even see the dance quality - or qualities - of her "moves." She even did some thing where she kicked back her leg (while on all fours) and did some flip. As soon as she did that, I had to look around the room to see if anyone else noticed that but me. Unfortunately, I was the only person in the room. No one else saw what I saw. Embarrassing. And as much as I love Beyonce, that "flip" of sorts totally lost her some points there. Boo, Beyonce. Boo.

Secondly, somewhere towards the end JC Chasez was presenting an award to Kasey Kasem (not sure if i spelled that right), and brotha could NOT read the monitor! Umm, HELLO!? It's called CONTACTS! JC, JC... My goodness. Your stock has officially plummeted after that fiasco. I swear, and the brotha is tryin' to build-up his solo career? After that, there is no solo career... Sorry for ya'. Keep reppin' for Bowie, MD. Keep on truckin'... Lucky for him, Kasey came up and did a bit from Scooby Doo. He was the original voice for Shaggy, and he did a little bit of that for the audience. That totally covered-up JC's trife mistake. Luckily.

Finally, Miss Kelly Clarkson. MY-LAN-TA. OK, so why is it that they always have to "set-up" our American Idol to look like a fool?! They were trying to give her this sorta rocker-like look. But she didn't pull it off. And as she was singing, she was gesturing her hand in a way that suggested she was wanting to give every guy in that audience a hand-job. Ewww, Kelly. She wasn't always singing into the mic. In case she didn't figure it out from the get-go, that mic is one of those "direct hits" type of thangs where you have to actually sing directly INTO the mic to get full sound. She kept drawing it away from her mouth, and at times you couldn't hear her because of it. And while I don't think she was feelin' her song, she attempted to go off on some riffs, but she only ended up screeching. It was a BIG mess for Kelly Clarkson. She hasn't improved her game on stage yet... Hello! It's been a long time, KC! Get it together!! As much as I hate to say it, even Clay Aiken has his shit on point (for the most part). It definitely was not Kelly Clarkson's night.

All in all, for me the RMAs were a total miss. The performances were substandard, and they presented Jewel's song Intuition with the award for BEST MAKE-OUT SONG. Watda?! Oh, and the whole WE ARE THE WORLD for the new generation thing with Michael Jackson didn't hit it for me. Seeing Celine Dion cry at the ending of the presentation was reason enough for me to be sick. I think I still am sick. *BLEH*

After a few hours of the Mills Effect, we dropped Gina back at Springfield and Carrie and I went to Tysons. Once again, Carrie bought a shit-load of things... thanks to my help, of course. LOL. She got new lip-stuff by Cargo and some face cleansing stuff by Philosophy (at Sephora). She got her bottle of Light Blue by Dolce & Gabbana from Nordstrom. She got a pair of 3-inch pumps by BCBGgirls at Hecht's. And then she bought some other stuff elsewhere. After a while, I totally stopped counting. And I, ladies and gentlemen, came away with NOTHING. NADA. ZILCH. Carrie swore something was wrong with me. I did feel a bit feverish at some point, but I think it was because I was totally cavorting around without a jacket, and it was kinda cool out. Plus the lack of sleep/rest was getting to me as the day progressed. At one point I thought that my legs were gonna give out on me. My joints were all sore and weak... I felt the on-set of the flu coming on. But we got back home, I took two Tylenol, ate a little, then I was OK. Thank goodness. But still I was shop-less. I came close to buying two things though. I was going to buy face-cleansing stuff by ClarinsMen, but I get too tired to even look at the stuff once I saw it. I was also going to buy these fierce boots at ALDO, but I was wary about spending $170+ on a pair of boots right now. I'm on a budget... They were hot boots, but still... No sale. Afterwards, Gina came by the house again and for some reason we went with her to Wawa in Waldorf. Then we came back home, burned some CDs, then watched The Recruit. I took in a few more episodes of SATC before calling it a night.

Next day I fixed breakfast for myself AND Bubba, watched more episodes of SATC, then got ready for Mass. I totally made it to church HELLA late. I caught the tail-end of the priest's homily. But I stayed on for the rest of it. I met with Flo and co. at a shoe store in Old Town. Flo bought her wedding shoes. YahOo! Then we went to Generous George's for lunch. After parting ways the ladies, I went home, chilled, watched more episodes of SATC and read more of my book. Then I saw Alias before crashing HARD. I was SO sleepy at that point...

And now it's Monday. And it sucks. It's rainy outside. It's gloomy. I had a decent ride to work this AM and managed to get in by 7:30AM... but still. Now I want to go home. I just look forward to dinner with Helen tonight. We're hittin' up Penang. YaHoO! Can't wait.

So that was my weekend in a nutshell. I am in need of some serious SLEEP. *snore*

I figured that he probably was one of those men who isn't all there... a street roamer, if you will. But even after coming to that conclusion, did I feel any compassion? NO. I was straight-up PISSED.

Isn't it weird how a person can react like that at the drop of a hat?! I mean, I'm not like that ALL the time. But on those random days that I am like that, then you betta watch out! AHAHAHAHA!! I can be mean, I know. But seriously. I don't have a personality disorder... EHEHE... Somethings just don't rub me the right way, and when they don't...I'ma let someone know - O-K?!

After that I came into the office, opened up my e-mail and got something from a dear ol' friend. She sent out a link to some site that she SWORE would make any f*cked-up day turn better. So I opened the e-mail, clicked on the link, and it lead me to this cat that was laughing incessantly; like totally "HA-HA-HEE-HEEing" its heart out. At first glance, I was NOT amused. Maybe it was the trife incident outside that made me feel that way? I don't know. But I was not amused. First of all, I abhorr CATS. Secondly, a laughing cat is no less cool - esp. if the laugh is hyena-like. It made me seriously want to strangle myself. And Finally, it didn't even come with some kind of precursor for the "HA-HAs." The cat just seriously came on the screen and started to laugh. It was sick. I'm sorry that my boo-boo loved that site to death, while it embittered me. (ahahaha...) But oh well. It's FRIDAY. Weekend is here. I will most likely be a social recluse once again, but hey... I've got a date with the DISHnetwork tonight. Alicia Silverstone, here I come...!

Anyway. I wish that Lesley were home. Lesley and Perce. Hello, you guys... Are you guys coming home anytime soon?! I know that I can always count on them to go out and party... Lesley is my drinkin' dawg for LIFE. Ahhh... The itch to get my party on...! *ArGh* This is torture. I want to cut it on the dance floor to 50 Cent and Beyonce...! I want to get phaded over vodka gimlets, martinis, and vodka tonics...! I want to see all my buddys chillin' at the club...! I want to stumble outta the club late at night like fools, and end up going to some late-night dive for a bite to eat afterwards...! ARGH!! But the timing... the timing is just OFF. I don't know what it is. But for me, you have to go clubbing at the right time. You have to be in the right frame of mind, with the RIGHT people. You just can't decide to one night roll-up somewhere and expect it to be an experience of a lifetime. Oh, and it's always better when you go to a club that doesn't make you feel like you're partying it up in Manila. That scene gets totally old, and it gets annoying seeing the same faces doin' the same ol' same ol' week-in and week-out. Somedays you're into it, somedays you're not. Damn, am I moody or what?!

Anyway. In about one minute, the clubbin' itch will pass. 5-4-3-2-1. There. It's gone. I don't even feel like talking about it anymore. On to something new. Hello, can it be Friday already?! DAMN!!

Being the samaritana that she is, my mother goes over to see what the heck happened. Next thing you know, she brings a sobbing girl into the house, sits her on the couch, gives her water, and the telephone, and begins the process of "talking to her." Lord, have mercy on this poor thing's soul! If anyone knows my mom, she will talk your ear off. She has this incessant "talent" (if you will) of blabbing about how everything happens for a reason and that we must pray and blah-blah-blah; basically things that any Christian would know about. But it's just so annoying. Granted I know that she helped the poor girl, who was scared shitless. Apparently, little rouge princess (LRP) decided to take the car out to do some bid'ness at work. LRP only has a learner's permit, and by the time she got "home" she saw that her dad was already home. Girlfriend got scurred, so she tried to turn and book it in the opposite direction BUT she lost control and ended up either hitting a tree or a light pole. The car was wrecked, and from what my parents recall, it was pretty much a new car. *tsk*tsk*

Funny thing - LRP asked my mom, and our neighbor, to lie to her parents that it was actually her friend who drove the car. My mom got all righteous and told her to #1) TELL THE TRUTH, because it's the only way she can come clean... esp. since there WAS NO FRIEND there to take the wrap for it all; #2) deal with her father's anger because she is 100% at fault; and #3) to PRAY. Good ol' mom. If I recall correctly, mom got LRP to pray WITH her. I'm sorry, but I know that LRP was NOT in the mood for a prayer at that moment. Being scared shitless, she could probably only muster an "Oh, God!" here and there. But could you blame her?! Last time I was in an accident, I wasn't in a state-of-mind to pray. All I kept saying was "Oh, God! Oh, God! Help me! Oh, God!" Does that count?! Invoking the Heavenly Father in that fashion is, for me, sufficient. But to sit down and try to concentrate and get into a deep prayer?! Only my mom would stop the world to do that. Bless her heart.

So I don't know what happened to the poor LRP. She's the daughter of African parents, who are very industrious hard-workers - which can easily translate into: MY FATHER CAN BE INSANELY PISSED OFF WHEN I DO SOMETHING STUPID. But who's father DOESN'T get insanely pissed off when you do something stupid? I know my dad's gotten that way with me, my sis, and my bro sometime in our lives. Initially you get scared, but at the end you're gonna have to face 'em anyway. This lying bit?! Doesn't work, and it f*cks YOU up. So don't do it. Esp. if you're past the threshold of high school. DON'T LIE!

Poor thang... I hope that LRP was able to sleep well last night. She just did-in the new family car. Personally, that serves as grounds for murder suicide. But whatever. AHAHAH... OH CRAP! Did I miss the season finale of NIP/TUCK?! Damn...

This time, my "dilemma" has to do NOT with how jeans fit around my a$$, but how jeans fit around my shoes. Denim length, for the life of me, can be a damn blower. I don't know if it's because I stand at about 5'7.5" - 5'8"~ish that I have a totally weird inseam. I usually go for an inseam of 30, but it's not often that you'll find that at the waist that I need. I can sport a 30-33 waist (depending on the style/brand of the jeans/pants), but the length can vary between a freakin' 29.75 to a 30. Anything more than 30 will just be too long for me...sorta. I think it may also have to do with the type of shoes that I wear. I usually wear boots (i hardly wear regular shoes, unless they're kicks) with some kind of elevation, which works well with most 30-inseams. BUT there are some exceptions out there and I just can't figure out why. The thing is, I'd buy jeans...but then I'd have to worry about getting them hemmed. HELLO!? You just don't go off and get your jeans hemmed! You don't want to risk the "coolness" factor of your denim look by going to a tailor, then getting them back and having them look like lola hemmed it for you. You know what i mean? Then it ends up lookin' like you're sportin' a California-style cuff... *EH* Maybe if it were 1995 then that would be OK. But it's SO not 1995. It's not even the 90s anymore, you know?! So what's a style-consious person to do about finding jeans that'll work?! I mean, you don't wanna go off and cut-up a pair of Paper Denim Jeans just to have that "frayed" look about them. Again, the "frayed" look is quite 90s (although some jeans can still be pulled-off with that look), but that's not the point here. The point is: if I find a jean that has a decent length, usually the waist is all messed-up. Case in point: MAVI. Mavi has some great looking jeans, and the cuts work well with me...as far as the leg is concerned. But the waist is all jacked-up. I'll have to go down to a size 29 just to be able to let it sit nice on my waist, but then the legs would be too tight. I ain't tryin' to wear any ball-huggers now. YUCK. So 86 the Mavi jeans... Other cases in point: Diesel, Paper Denim, Buffalo, and even Seven --- the butt area in these pants won't work well with me AT ALL. And then the lengths are too long. Then there's DKNY/Donna Karan, D&G, and Levis that don't offer me a good leg, but a decent waist. Even GAP and Banana Republic jeans suck on me... they have this high-waisted thing going on that just sucks. *EH* The closest thing to working for me have been Abercrombie & Fitch, American Eagle, and H&M --- BOOTcut, of course. But even then, the AF/AE jeans are somewhat a tad bit too "dress-down" for me. I need something that I can pretty much dress UP AND DOWN. Versatility is KEY here...

I don't know why I'm at the height that I am, but God gave it to me so I've gotta deal. But why can't they make a decent pair of jeans that works well for me?! I've gone to many a store, have tried many a cut, and have gone home empty handed over and over and over and over again. I'm very picky and particular about my denim, aight?! I ain't tryin' to set myself up walkin' outta the house with a pair of jeans that are either too short, too long, or too bunchy at my a$$. I need something JUST RIGHT; something that won't let me look like I went to the local dry cleaners to have it hemmed Asian-style (i love my asians, but c'mon now... hemming denim obviously takes more work than we think... you've got to somehow treat the bottoms to give 'em that "worn" look.). I pray to the denim gods to hear my prayer.

OH --- my Godbro let me borrow this DVD, LIFE AS A HOUSE. It was actually a VERY good movie. Sad and annoying at the same time, but very good. I highly recommend it. Kevin Kline does a great job here. And so does Hayden Christensen (sp?). *YaWn* So sleepy...

AND tell me why SNL sucked this Saturday. I saw it with Flo, Francine, and Carrie, and we were ALL sorts of blown. The skits with Maya Rudolph were HILARIOUS, though, esp. the one about Kobe and his wife. The one where she spoofed Donatella Versace was SO freakin' hilarious, also. That girl will be the next one to "break-out," I swear. Halle Berry was aight. Her skits would start off good, but then they'd end up DUMB. And she still can't act ghetto! Man. She should've given up the ghetto sketches after she did B.A.P.S.. I mean, I still laughed at her on B.A.P.S. But I laughed more because her character was "stupid" rather than "ghetto." You know?! And Britney sucked as she lip synched yet AGAIN. QUESTION for Brit: "DO YOU WANNA BE A DANCER OR A SINGER?! Cause you've proved, over and over again, that you can't do BOTH. JUST STOP IT ALREADY." Then she tried to redeem herself by singing another sleepy slow song. The girl has some catchy tunes, but poor lyrics. Seems like she'll never learn. She can't act either. I'd rather have Mandy Moore or X-tina any day. Britney, you SUCK!

Aside from the fat-fest, I've found TELEVISION again. I know...total dork thing to say. That aside, I'm into Alicia Silverstone on MiSS MATCH. I don't know why. I think it's the whole lawyer-in-LA thing working there. It's so MY dream-of-a-dream. Perhaps not so much in LA, but you know. I think lawyers fare better in DC, Boston, NYC, or Chicago anyway. AHAHAH... ANYway... aside from MiSS MATCH, I'm all-of-a-sudden into NIP/TUCK. If you have FX, then you MUST watch this show. It's a little bit graphic, but the drama is all sorts of STANK. I LOVE it! AHAHAHA. So get on the NIP/TUCK kick... g'nite...

BYE!

Have a lot of sh*t swimming through my mind right now. Last night Jun came by, and we just started talking... and talking... and talking... and talking... next thing you know it's almost 9:30pm. I TOTALLY MISSED FRIENDS! Ahhh, whatever. I ended-up doing a lot of thinking after my convo with Jun. Good stuff, of course. Just gotta take another look at my life and figure a way to move around it. Gotta get going with these investments is what I need to do. *ShEeSh*

Other than that, Friday is Friday. It's a bit of a blower because of the damn traffic out there. Usually, Friday mornings are free-flowin'...but not today. There was an accident over the Wilson, and another sum-sum going onto 395 from 295. *EH* Annoying. I'm just waiting for this damn day to be over with...the WORK day that is. And I'm broke as anything. After last weekend's trip to Beantown, I'm seriously planning on staying-in this weekend. Partying resumes next weekend, thank you. AHAHAAH... Until then, don't look for me cause I won't be gettin' no kinda groove on this weekend. It's just gonna be me and my DVDs. OH, and SNL. Britney is going to be the musical guest. She annoys me. She's trying anything she can to pull herself back into the limelight, and sadly everything revolves around her "kiss" with Madonna. She even uses Madonna on her new song. Whatever, Brit. Do what you gotta do to up your anty... I know that the war between Britney/Christina is totally a media-waged war, but I'm sorry. I'll have to take sides here. Britney --- you no-talent hip-gyrating can't-sing-a-lick-worth-anything supermodel-wanna-be... just jump off, ok?! JUMP OFF.

It's FRiDaY! YaHhHhHhOooooOOOoOooOoo!!

I just got out of a "virtual meeting." We're planning the national leaders summit for SFC here in November, and originally we were s'posed to meet in Rockville tonight. But since like half of us couldn't make it, the core decided to meet on-line for a hot second. It was interesting, to say the least... still the same ol' bull that happens if we were to be seated around each other. These katz are hilarious. AHAAH... But now it's time to sleep.

OH. A darned thing happened to me. I got a freakin' ticket from one of those damn cameras that click when you cross a red light. MAN!! Of all the red lights I've ran in my lifetime, I get caught this one time... In VA of all places! I think I may have been coming from Fair Oaks going to Tysons Corner or something. GREAT. There goes $50. But lucky for me, I didn't get that speeding ticket in Beantown. Did I not mention that?! As I was driving us out of Boston, I got caught goin' on an exit ramp. Duder supposedly clocked me at like 47 MPH in a zone that was like 30 or 35. Whatever. I was not even. But at that point I didn't care. I was just like, "give it to me, and hurry your donut-eating-ass up!" I didn't say that to his face, but I wanted to. But by some divine providence (thanks, GOD!) he came back and gave me a warning. He was like, in his Bah-stun accent, "Wendel, slow down! There's a lot of construction in this city, and there are a lot of changes in speed limits..." Fair enough. I was like, "Thanks, officer! PEACE OUT!!!!!!!!" I left that place, with a grin on my face and my warning now somewhere on the floor. Whatever. Thanks, at least, for makin' it JUST a warning. Whew. I think he gave the woman he stopped after me a ticket. She had New York plates on, and I think that he was reelin' off the Sox's loss from the other night. Poor woman. Not my problem though, HA!

(i'm so mean)

Aight, people. My bed is callin'... and I'm so ready for it. Good night.

OH! One more thing! Hopefully you didn't experience the little faux-hurricane that swept through the area last night. All I know is that it was calm, then all of a sudden it started raining a damn typhoon in my freakin' back yard. I got scared, and our power went out for a good 30 seconds. As I stood in my room, in the dark, in disbelief, I managed to curdle at the top of my voice: "OH NO! I DO NOT F*CKING NEED THIS RIGHT NOW! I AM NOT F*CKING GOING THROUGH THIS BULL SH*T AGAIN!!!" I was having Hurricane Isabel flashbacks. As soon as I muttered those words, the lights flicked back on. It was almost as if I had said the magic word, or words. Very weird. Next thing you know, Dad is freakin' cause the tree out front totally broke a major BIG branch, which ended up landing on top of his car. Luckily the car wasn't damaged. But we had a hard time trying to get some of that mess out of the middle of the street. I swear. These nature issues that we've been having. Let's nix them for next time, OK?! It's fall. Can't we just enjoy the cool, crisp fall weather withOUT all of this rainy-windy bull? THANK YOU!!

So after work on Friday night, my Dad dropped me off at Huntington station, and I caught the metro into Grosvenor station outside Rockville. My boo, Helen, scooped me up and drove me through the rivers and woods to grandmother's house to BWI. AHAHAH. Helen took me to a side of MD that I literally had no idea about; didn't even know it existed. It was scary. But anyway, we got to the airport, and Hel walked me in. I checked in to my flight, then sent Hel on her merry way... (thanks, hel!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! TODAY IS HELEN'S BIRTHDAY!!) I picked-up an Anne Rice book at the newsstand, then got on the plane and was in Boston in no time. Jun and Godfrey scooped me up from Logan, and we went to the hotel to meet with Debz and Elle. We got changed and went into the city. We ended up near the Commons and went into Pravda 116 - a restaurant/lounge/club place. I've heard all about this place, and it was supposedly ALL the rage, but let me tell you a different story. We got in, and while it was definitely a nice place - very swank - all they listened to was trance and house. It was a hip-hop dancer's nightmare. We just hung around, looked at the white people (mind you that the black and asian people we saw all night were also "white") attempt to dance on an almost empty dance floor, and fortunately I got my buzz-on off two drinks. AHAHAH. It was decent. We just hung out, talked, and took in the scenery. Then we walked around the Commons at night, and then scoped out a bathroom before heading back to the hotel. We even ran into a few characters, one of them being this phD student at Harvard. He was a latino guy, who was very outgoing and also very buzzed. We shared some laughs and all this good stuff about being in Beantown at the moment, when we were all actually from different places. I don't know. I guess you had to be buzzed to understand it fully. It was a cool time, though. Next day we got up LATE, and took the T into the city. We started out near the huge Christian Science church, where we took some shots at the fountain/pool in the courtyard. Then we went to the Prudential and had lunch at a restaurant there. Then we walked around the mall, then headed onto Newbury Street and took in the sights and sounds and SHOPS. We hit everything from high-end boutiques to local shops, and stopped for some sweets at Ben & Jerry's. We also went into Burberry, and I sneaked off to go to Louis of Boston --- AWESOME shop, btw. Afterwards, we ended up at the Commons again, and we walked the whole thing. It was gorgeous out, and we saw several wedding entourages doing their photo shoots at the park. We took lots of pictures, had lots of laughs, etc. Afterward, we headed over to Fanueil Hall, but somehow ended up outside Fenway Park. It was all good, though, cause we ended up outside BU. Some of us grabbed some BU t-shirts as souvenirs. We caught the T again, and this time made it to where we wanted to go. We went to Faneuil Hall and hung out. We did some shopping (again), had some MORE clam chowder and oysters, and then sat around as people EVERYWHERE were watching the Red Sox game on TV. After the Sox lost, we saw a bunch of young New York girls walkin' around saying something like, "Go, NEW YORK!" Our waitress was like, "Uhhh, I think that they should leave the area ASAP!" TOO FUNNY! Anyway. After a while, we headed back to the hotel after a LONG day of walking.

Next day we got up and heard Mass at the Don Orione shrine in Boston. It wasn't too far from our hotel. Then we hopped on the T and headed to Harvard Square. We were having lunch at some random Chinese restaurant when it started to POUR. And we're talking about POURING WATER. We ran into the store next door, and it ended up being a Harvard memorabilia shop. We got our hats, sweatshirts, t-shirts, etc. Afterwards, we ended up walking through one of Harvard's quads... We took some refuge at the doorway of one of the dorms, and had a slight conversation with a couple visiting from London. They were visiting the schools in the area. They were at Yale the day before, and at Harvard in the rain with us. AHAHAAH... We couldn't take the rain any longer so we went back to the T and were going to head to the Prudential again, but instead we took the T to Kendall Square, and waited for a free shuttle to take us to CambridgeSpace Galleria, or something like that. Once again SHOPPING. After Ellen and I walked the whole freakin' mall looking for an umbrella, we headed back to the hotel (the rain having since stopped) to get ready for dinner. We got back on the T and went back to Fanueil Hall to have dinner at the "oldest restaurant in America." Too bad I'm not too sure of the name now, but we had some hell of a time eating some seafood. Afterwards, we strolled into North Boston and just chilled at the harborside. It was a nice night, and the scenery was cool, and we could see the city-skyline above us. After that, we got back on the T and headed back to the hotel. Next morning we left... I drove us into Jersey, and we stopped at Jersey Gardens for a late lunch and more shopping. *EH* Then we headed home. All in all, it was a pretty good weekend. Lots of conversation pieces, and lots of new inside jokes. Above all - great company, great times, and great memories. I needed to get out of DC even for just a weekend, and Beantown seemed to do the trick. It wasn't LA or anything, but hey...after going to LA like 3 times this year alone, I think that Boston was a good change. Three LA trips, one to Seattle, and another to Denver this year is just too much West Coast for me. I was content with New England. The leaves were changing so it was a pretty cool thing to see... Ahhh... I love the cold. I love Fall. I love Bahstun.

Anyway, I hope that this day just goes on without a hitch. So far, the customer service line for AirTran is being whack. They've just hung-up on me TWICE. WTF?!

Saw another prostitute walkin' around this morning. She looked really stupid. In fact, she looked like she didn't know what the hell she was doing. Poor girl. She should definitely get out of that while she can... Dumb-aSs...

OH HaPpY DaY!@! AHAHAAH...

Don't you wish that life was so much simpler than having to deal with jobs and all that annoying responsibility crap? In many ways I wish that I was a child again. As you know, children will be children. The things we did as children were so amusing... if not scary at times. AHAAHAH. Just having that childlike innocence about the world is something that I miss. Cause once you get older, and you begin to understand just how the world turns on its axis, you become tainted...and you're no longer innocent, but part of the fallacy of the human world. You, too, become open to a wide range of emotions, needs, wants, pleasures, entertainment, and whatever else you can think of at the top of your head. It's a total mess, right?! Well... We can't turn back the hands of time. But we can take pride in the innocence of those around us. Protecting our children is the best way to preserve their innocence. I don't mean protecting them by locking them up and shielding them from the outside worlds' influences. I mean c'mon now... they're gonna have to learn the worldly ways sometime. That's just the circle of life. When I say "protecting," I mean "embracing..." We should embrace their innocence, and appreciate it for what it's worth. Love 'em, hug them tightly, and then mold them by sharing our experiences with them - good and bad. Hopefully, this enables them to begin to form their own frames of thought. Perhaps, it'll even lead them to know, for themselves, just what is right and what is not.

And if that isn't fulfilling enough, then just act like a child and prank call your friend's cell phone and leave them hilariously whack-ass messages. My one friend did that to me last night. She called me 8 times! Count them, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8! And each time she left me a message that was funnier than the last. It made my day. But don't worry. I got her back. Before I went to bed, I called her and left her 8 messages of my own. AHAHAH... I'm sure she'll get a kick outta them this morning. LOL! Like I said, children will be children... *sigh*

Anyway... my horoscope:

Emmm... we shall see... (lol.)

So last night, I was watching ALIAS, and I saw this little .99-cent bag of Nutter Butter Bites sitting on the dresser. I bought that like two weeks ago or something, but I never opened it. Just never thought about it. Then all of a sudden, the peanut butter thing clicked inside me and in a matter of seconds I had to have them. So I opened that bag so fast, and devoured it. OK, maybe I didn't devour it, but during the course of the show I somehow finished it sans the jelly. AHAHAH. It's was weird, but satisfying in every way.

It made me think about other times that I wanted to eat peanut butter for very odd reasons. I remember being drunk one night (years ago) off red wine, and for some reason I was so in NEED of peanut butter. I don't remember what happened with that, but I know I must've passed out with a spoon of peanut butter in my hand. Then there were times where I'd eat peanut butter and jelly with Ritz crackers. Now that stuff is BOMB. They even sell PBJ and Ritz crackers in its own "snack pack" thingy where you can spread the PB and then the jelly on the crakers. I remember one time we were out of Ritz crackers, and all we had were vanilla wafers. I figured that since they're about the same size (the crackers and the wafers), I'd try to eat them with PBJ. BIG mistake. HUGE. It was disgusting, and I vowed to never-ever try that again. I think after that incident I didn't eat peanut butter for like years. But now that I've grown from that experience, I've come to love it once again. PBJ, I love you!

I'm giving myself a few more days, or weeks perhaps, before this PBJ-fetish dies down. Eventually, I'll start to be repulsed by the simple aroma of it. Then I'll move onto a new food-fetish. Whatever that'll be, I can't predict. But I'll be sure to share it with you. AHAHAH. In the meantime, go get yourself a peanut butter jelly something. YUM.

OH! HaPpY BiRtHdAy to mah gurl, Arlene Raagas-Munoz! WaHoO!@! (i may be a little late, but hey... at least i remembered! luv ya, arl!)

I was talking to my friend, Helen, last night... We were both discussing this poor woman's incessant inability to be socially EPT (or whatever the opposite of being "inept" is). Fortunately, Helen is one of the only chosen few who knew about this scary woman from E! and Style. We both figured that she's definitely a Jewish woman (duh...), most likely a Jersey girl, probably went to college and became a sorority girl. After college, she probably couldn't get into the grit of "real life" in true Paris Hilton-esque fashion. She probably lived off mom and dad's money, and then ended up becoming a socialite. Now, as a self-proclaimed fashionista, Lauren Ezersky has managed to grab onto a job via E!/Style as an almost pre-historic fashion icon... probably as a solution to appeasing the almost-reaching-a-mid-life-crisis over-the-hump fashionably-challenged crowd. Yeah. Just just this weird entity. She's inexplicable. She's just... Lauren Ezersky. She scares me.

It's not that I want to bash the poor woman on the internet. In fact, she's got the job that gazillions of other people in this pop-culturally saturated society would die for. She should be proud about that. She's interesting to watch. Yes, it's possible to be both interesting and annoying at the same time. She's just a very strange person. I actually want to meet her one day. Scary, but true. It just amazes me that she has this really kick job, but she's just SO totally wrong for it... But then again, that's like 85% of working-America, am I right? AHAAHAH. Life. It's so trivial.

MY SIGN PROFILE: The attractive, super-intelligent Gemini leads a double life, which has its good and bad points. With thousands of ideas and projects on the table, Gemini's attempts to do them all could be described as either 'versatile' or 'flighty.' Those born under this sign have a great sense of humor and are great drinking buddies, because they've mastered the art of conversation. Don't expect much loyalty from them, though, especially if you're in a relationship with one. The Gemini's needs supercede those of everyone around them. This doesn't mean that they're unfeeling monsters. They may be generous in some ways, trying to 'save the whales' or take on other causes, as long as they don't impede the Gemini's self-interests. Geminis can succeed in just about anything they set their minds to and have an affinity for artistic pursuits. When they are in ruts, Geminis become a bundle of nerves. There are a lot of famous Geminis: Marilyn Monroe, Judy Garland, Bob Hope, John F. Kennedy and Bob Dylan, to name a few.

So. This is kinda scary. I'd say that for the most part the profile is pretty true, but not at all levels. I'm not going to comment on the "attractive, super-intelligent" part. LOL. And I'm a little wary about accepting the "double life" part, too. It's true that as a Gemini I have all these crazy ideas and projects reeling through my head. I have absolutely no idea how to go about tackling ONE and just doin' it. I am very much equipped with an immensely wild sense of humor, and I am definitely a GREAT drinking buddy... the art of conversation is one of my crafts: I owe it all to my years of experience as both a performer and a Fil-Am community youth leader (in and out of college). LOL! AHAHAHAAH... Oh, and being an English major also helps in that respect. Oh, and when I'm in the dumps I do become a big bowl of nerves. It's kinda weird.

I don't agree, however, with the "loyalty" blurb, though. I feel that I am quite the opposite actually. I believe that I am loyal, well at least loyal to those who I feel are important to me, or to those who've impacted my life in such a way that I'll never forget. I think that I can be so loyal that at times I even put the needs of others way before my own. I guess I can see where the whole thing about Gemini's needs superceding "those of everyone around them" would come from. But for me, I don't think it's so much that my needs supercede those of others. I think that I just either tell you what's up straight-up, or I don't tell you at all. I think that the latter might be misconstrued as sorta putting myself at the forefront of it all. Whatever. It was a little weird to have read this today. Whatever, not like I allow myself to be ruled by the stars and the planets... but these things do shed a tiny bit of light on who you are in terms of personality issues and preferences. In that respect, then yes I do believe in these things...somewhat. Ahhhh, this fickleness I owe to my "double life." *rolls eyes* Give me a fcuking break.

Oh, speaking of FCUK, do you remember a post I made a while back about how I thought that there would be a day when the media will have to bring up French Connection's logo, FCUK, as being "controversial?" I think I made a point that perhaps parents would be outraged by the logo being emblazoned on their children's shirts and stuff like that. Well, close but not too close. French Connection was on the news because they're running ads on Metro Buses all over the city, and people are outraged by the "FCUK" logo. Whatever. Sure, it may have some secret (or not-so-secret) relation to the word "F*CK," and the clothing logos probably do imply such innuendo... but let's face it... the word on their clothes is "F-C-U-K," and we smart people know that it stands for "Frence Connection United Kingdom." C'mon people. French has had this logo out for YEARS already, and only now are people starting to take notice of it. My goodness. It's as old as those tacky BeBe or A|X t-shirts that you still see people wear, and people are just starting to call foul against it because it's now seen on Metro Buses. Let's just get over it, people. It's a fashion statement, and if you don't like it...then don't buy/wear it. Simple as that. There are other things to worry about, like the frightening possibility that Arnold might become the next governor of California. Cali, I feel SORRY for you...

Anyway. One final blurb. Those BeBe & A|X logo t-shirts are gross (ahaha!). Let's truly get over them real fast. If you have one of those shirts on your active list of "I-still-wear-these" then take them off NOW. Leave those in the 90s, please.

This weather is just life-changing. Well, for me at least. I have a different attitude during the cooler months. I don't know if it's better or not, but it's definitely different. I guess it's partly because you can start to layer your clothes with different shirts, tees, sweaters, jackets, COATS! And soon we'll be hookin' ourselves up with the scarves and gloves and all that good stuff. That's such a "wendel" thing to say, isn't it?! Well, at least I believe that the way you dress partly affects the way that you carry yourself, and the way that you feel. It probably also has to do with which planet is ruling over your zodiac sign and all that horoscopish mumbo-jumbo, so whatever it is that makes you feel the "different-ness" you feel in the fall is totally subjective to WHO you are. But the bottom line is that it's all about sportin' the gear, and knowing how to sport it well. You feel me?! AHAHAH! Go buy yourself some cool fall/winter gear!

OH... today is special because two people are celebrating birthdays: First, my cousin - NEIL "Boy" CRUZ... and second, my ol' friend - LARA JUMAT-SO! So --- BiRTHDAY SHOUT-OUTZ to them! *WiNk*