Monthly Archives: February 2003

**flings manual across room**
Half of the stupid thing is about how to read it “Enter” means the Enter key. Duh….
The other half is useless and doesn’t really explain anything.
Guess I will have to pay attention tomorrow.
O. K. Time for some Diablo II
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I should be reading on how to operate the new time clock system that we are getting.
But instead, I am looking at the Dell flyer trying to figure out a way to afford a new quieter, faster computer.
**flips page** Or maybe a laptop; as low as $44/month.
**throw flyer across room** Like I can afford that right now. Need to stay focused on the bigger picture.
Now, where did I put that manual…
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web cam is on; showing off the lump on my forehead
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Just got back from watching a premiere of Old Schoolat the Kabuki with Mike. I just have to say that this movie is the new college movie for this decade. Luke Wilson was great; so was Vince Vaughn even though he’s just playing the same character. Will Farrell was hilarious in this; Craig Killborn was in it too and looked kinda creepy.
The only thing that sucked was that there was gum on my seat and a little bit got on my new sweater. And also, the air was off, so it was kinda hot and there was a lot of fragrance floating around the place. I’m still mad at the gum thing; I can’t be sure, but I think that the guys behind me put the gum there. >:-(
Well, turned my self-evaluation in. Not too happy with it, but I plan on wowwing the boss when I go in to talk to him about it.
What else? Starting to think more about looking for a new place. This weekend, I am helping Mike help his sister move to a new place, so I figure the week after that we will start to get serious. I guess I wouldn’t mind staying here if we can get the rent down, even if we have to move to another place here in Park Merced. But if we don’t, then the main thing that I want is a place with a washer/dryer in it. I am SO TIRED of going to the laundry mat to wash clothes.
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Oh My God, good stuff all around. I knew that he was going to pick Zora, but the 1million dollars was nice. Still I need a laptop if nothing else to make comments about this show. I guess the biggest question I have is what Zora’s going to think of Evan after she finds out that Sarah gave him a blow job out in the forest.
I am so glad that Mike taped it. I just might have to bring it to work tomorrow to watch it again.
Also tomorrow I am taking Mike out to see an advance screening of Old School. Should be good times.
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the beauty of a fragrance
the beauty of a clean house
the beauty of a woman
the beauty of anger
the beauty of sadness
the beauty of happiness
the beauty of a 23″ Apple monitor
the beauty of a Krispy Kreme hot glazed doughnut
the beauty of sex
the beauty of a relationship
the beauty of an ex-girlfriend
the beauty of the moon up in the sky
the beauty of song on the radio
the beauty of a voice from a CD
the beauty of an idea springing in my head
the beauty of a random thought
the beauty of Harry London chocolates
the beauty of a friend
the beauty of a dog that still remembers you
the beauty of a small child, going to sleep
the beauty of an unborn child, kicking in his womb
the beauty of a married couple
the beauty of a friendship
the beauty of a mysterious stranger in the car next me
the beauty of the new bridge being built in Vallejo
the beauty of coming out of a tunnel and seeing the Bay Area at night
the beauty of crossing the Bay Bridge and looking at the city of San Francisco
“Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.”
That’s how I feel about the day I had today; there was so much beauty today, it made my heart ache, like it wasn’t sure it could take all of it in.
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What do they say, That what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
**sigh** Got hurt yet again tonight, I am such a masochist.
However, it was something that needed to be done.
And with that, the rebirth of a friendship can begin.
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Oh yeah, there was a small earthquake in Pacificatonight.
I have some kind of lump on my forehead, I’m actually kind a worried about it.
And I keep forgetting to turn off the Web Cam Off caption when I turn the web cam back on. Duh…
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Simpson’s episodes were good. I’ve read and talked to people who think that the show has gone downhill, but I still get laughs from it. Also watched the Married With Children reunion special. It was nice, except that I wished that they spent a little time with Marcie, Steve , and Jefferson.
Tomorrow is the Joe Millionairefinale. I cannot wait. It had better be good, esp. after the crap that they pulled last week. Still kinda pissed of about that. And then they have a new show called Married By America coming up. And also the Michael Jackson Interview. **sigh** I have been sucked up by T. V. Bad Joe, Bad Joe. O. K. After Joe Millionaire, I am going cold turkey….except for Buffy The Vampire Slayer. O. K. This season is really not that good, but I have to see it through. Other than that, cold turkey.
Just finish talking to Barry; him and Kurt are hooking up online to play Mechwarrior 4. Wish I could get a copy and join them. Maybe I hint to Eric to get it for me for my birthday in a couple of months. Speaking of, I need to call the family this week to see how everybody is doing.
What else? The pictures from the Chinese New Year Parade are up. Has I suspected, most of the pictures came out dark, even though I bumped up the exposure time.

The rest are at my Yahoo! Photo Album.
So Tomorrow I have the day off. I need to clean the kitchen in the morning since I kinda slacked off on it (Spent most of the day reading Anne Rice’s Blackwood Farm and Merrick. I need to get The Witching Hour and Lasherto refresh my memory on the whole witch thing. And also, Aprilis coming into the city and she is taking me out for lunch and Krispy Kreme. **drool** Mmmmmm; Krispy Kreme.
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I got this from a Nikead in Rolling Stone ages ago
Falling In Love In 6 Acts…
A passion play (Or what happens when you fall down that long well of passion over a person, a place, a sport, a game, a belief, and your heart goes boom and your mind leaves town.)

Act 1: Lust (I think I love you. Who are you anyway?)
Here it is, the big “Wow,” the big “Gee,” the big “YesYesYes” you’ve been waiting for. This is where you find something or someone and believe they are better, greater, cuter, wiser, more wonderful than anything you have ever known. Lust isn’t a sin, it’s a necessity, for with lust as our guide we imagine our bodies moving the way our bodies were meant to move: we can do marathons with our feet, lift pounds with our arms, have stars in our eyes and do a nifty tango. And you think:I have no need of food, I have no need of sleep, I have no needs other than occasionally chewing a breath mint. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, probably because you haven’t happened to me yet. Now I can pass into the next Act, so poetically called:
Act 2: Euphoria (Or: Oh Yippee, you’re mine.)
You feel funny inside. You feel funny outside. You feel you could do anything and no one would dare laugh at you. This love, you will treasure. You will not put it in the basement next to your rowing machine, treadmill, and thermal body sweat wrap. And you will not take this love for granted, because that is the biggest sin of all. And you say: I feel so good, I feel so strong, I feel actually attractive and I could learn to live with that feeling. Oh let us sing and dance and eat brown mushy foods low in fat! Oh joy! Oh rapture! —– Oh but what if I’m no good at this? Oh I am no good at this. I am a dingy speck on the wall of humanity and look how badly painted that wall is! I am becoming very, very afraid. That must be because I’m passing into the Third Act, called:
Act 3: Fear (Also known as: Uh-oh.)
This is where the doubt begins, where the mind comes back from shopping, yells at the heart, binds and gags it to a nice lounge chair and allows guilt, failure, and remembrances of things past to sit in for a nice game of bridge. This is where you fear what you need most. If it’s a person you love, you fear appearing foolish in front of them. If it’s a sport, you fear being foolish in front of many, many people at the same time. And you begin to think: Oh no. What if I’m wrong? What if this stinks? What if my heart has blinders on, it’s had blinders on before, in fact it had dark heavy patches taped all over it. How can anyone love me if I don’t love myself? I mean, I love myself, there are just parts between the top of my head and the bottom of my feet that could use some improvement. I’m not demeaning myself, I have relatives who do that.
Act 4: Disgust (And the strange desire to eat everything in sight, hide in your room, and watch old Gidget movies with friends from high school.)
Now comes that unavoidable time when you say to anyone who will listen: what the heck am I doing, anyway? If it’s a person you love, first you hate only their foulest inadequacies, then you start hating their good points as well. If it’s running you love, you start to hate hills, sidewalks, and bad weather, and soon anything that slightly resembles a bump, concrete, or a small breeze. I can’t believe I ever said I felt this way, I must have been dreaming! Wait, THIS IS NO DREAM, THIS IS A FILM NOIR MOVIE, and one of those really dark ones, too. I mean, this is love? This is what they tell you about when you’re 11 and naive? Or 32 and more naive?
Act 5: The Truth (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.)
Love is a game. If they didn’t tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you’ll lose and learn some great meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks too good to be true, it is). It’s easy to love something when you don’t have to work at it. It’s harder when it asks something of you, you just might be afraid to give. GIVE IT ANYWAY. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you’ve found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn’t, then maybe you should just become very good friends.
Act 6: The Finale (Also known as the big whopperdoodle, or, the most important part of this whole darn thing.)
So this is love, as demanding and nourishing and difficult as it can be, and as strong and wise as it makes you become. There is something to be gained from commitment. There are rewards for staying when you would rather leave. And there is something to be said for running up that hill when you would rather slide down it. And so you let love come perch upon your shoulder. And you do not turn it away. You do the tango.
Just do it.

On a completely side note, the new Nike Shox commercial(the one with the streaker at the soccer game) is even better when you hear it on the Spanish channel.
O. K., need to eat dinner, clean the kitchen, and watch The Simpsons 300th (or 302nd) episode.
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