I'ved moved.

Here.

2008

It's been neato 2007. We've shared some good times and some bad. Mostly good.

oh, Resolutions? I HAVE NONETH!

I'm sure that '08 will be extraordinary.

Let's hope for the best yo.

Cheers mates.

To-Do List

Winter '07

MUST Do's:

- Dali exhibit at the LACMA
- Murakami exhibit at the MOCA
- Roadtrip to Seattle
- Frequent visits to Amoeba Music.
- Buy a new Nikon DSLR.
- Random trips to explore California.
- Study statistics.

MAYBE Do's:

- Buy a keyboard.
- Familiarize myself with the piano again.
- Buy a camcorder.
- Start up Soju Memoirs.
- Write.
- Vegas?

Dreams

My nights have been filled with INTENSE dreams.

I wake up and my body won't move. Blood rushes and pulsates all over my head during the dreams.

Most of the dreams have something to do with sex. INTENSE SEX. Sometimes it feels like I'm having an intense wet dream.

But there is no evidence of that. At least, not yet.

And if it's not intense sex, then its intense, dramatic situations, like death or murder or suicide.

I...can't explain it. Psychology has taught me nothing. Ha.

Turkeyless Day

My Thanksgiving.

=

Jungle Video + cold supreme pizza from What-A-Lot-A + Kirkland Vitamin Water + Macbook + the musical/movie Hairspray + a couple episodes of 'The King of Queens' + a lot of cleaning.


Hope yours was as good as mine.

I'm gonna get back to watching 'Eagle vs. Shark'.


PS: While watching Hairspray, I had a sudden urge to dance around the store like I was a part of the cast. Then a customer came in.

random thoughts

I wish I grew up in the 60's/70's. Life seemed more exciting back then. Soul music, civil rights, women in dresses.

Family dynamic is complex.

I'm coming off very desperate these days.

Addicted to Starbucks. Once again.

Beer gives me a nice fuzzy feeling.

It's a remarkably nice day today. Sky blue.

Statistics will be the death of me.

There's so much music out there. I'm annoyed that I can't download EVERYTHING.

My library books are late.

Hair grows fast.

LADIESSSS. The Bird and the Bee.

I don't think I'm lonely, but others have said I am.

I'm going overseas.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Since our horribly arduous exam is coming up this Tuesday, our teacher decided to cancel our lab session. Due to this, our class came to an extremely early end.

As I'm leaving the classroom, this cat that I occasionally chat with comes up to me with his usual greeting. He's a white guy. Portly, Jewish, republican, nerdy, Wal-mart-esque attire, and at an even more superficial level, rather unattractive. You might be asking 'Why do you have to point out that he's unattractive? That's rather cold of you.' Well, pay attention sucka, cause I'm about to tell you why.

We start jib-jabbing about the material on the test and the meticulousness of all this shit we covered. He then proceeds to ask me what I'm doing this weekend, and I told him that I'm probably going to be studying my ass off, but other than that, I'm gonna be doing nothing. Then....

Sidenote: You know how psychologists and communication experts say that 90% of all communication is non-verbal? Now, picture the most awkward non-verbal communication signs that an educated individual can pick up when they are in a situation of being asked out by another individual, much like the one described above. I'll give you a few minutes. Okay. Ready? Let's continue.

..he pulls out his phone, saying exactly these words, periods and all.

walmartman: So...um, I was wondering...you know, if you aren't going to be doing anything,...and since you said you will be free and all...you know, if we could..hang out sometime?

(I thought he was talking about a study group. My naivety lead me to say this:)

handsomeman: Sure. We can get together a study group and work shit out.

walmartman: oh...well, we could do that if you want, but i mean, not that. You know, like, just hanging out,..the two of us.

handsomeman: oh....

walmartman: yea..

handsomeman: (still naive) yea whatever man, I'm down for some statistics talk and a beer. My number is (blahbalbhabl)

walmartman: cool. thanks.

handsomeman: Okay. I gotta jet. Take it easy dude.

walmartman: byeeeee.





I left class.

As I started to walk back to my car, it hit me.

I just got hit on.

By a man.

At first, I thought I was being stupid and paranoid. Why would a cat like that be hitting on me? Maybe he just wants friendship. Maybe hes bored and thinks I'll be a cool person to hang out with.

But my years of psychological training, people watching, and awkwardly talking to girls informed me that I knew better. All the signs were there.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Lately, I've only been meeting males. I am being more social this year. I'm talking to a lot of people, making acquaintances, and talking to more women that I would talk to in a decade. BUT YET, I ONLY END UP MAKING FRIENDS WITH MALES AND MEETING MALES.

WHAT THE FUCK.

WHERE ARE THE GIRLS AT!?

Am I really that unattractive to the ladies? Shoot. And why is it that I only meet girls who are married or engaged or in serious, deep relationships, or even worse, 17?!

AND WHY DO I GET HIT ON MY UNATTRACTIVE MALES? AT LEAST HAVE A DECENT LOOKING ONE HIT ON ME SO I CAN THINK TO MYSELF 'OH WOW. THAT MEANS IF I EVER TURN GAY, I COULD PULL A MAN LIKE THAT.'

The conclusions I have reached today are as follows:
1) God hates me
2) I'm not going to get a girl for a while.
3) If I want ass, I need to start enjoying penis in my butt or mouth.
4) God hates me.

Anyway. I basically got asked out by a guy today. This is the 2nd time this has happened to me. Hence, the subject title.

Fin.