it's amazing the shit you can find out about someone on google. like, this girl that i had have this crush on is coming out here in a few weeks. how did i find this out? google.
too bad i can't use this to my advantage, huh?
feigning passion is a really hard thing. and that's a thought that crossed my mind last night during _alias_. when one of the characters had to pretend to love someone, and not only that, have sex with her, i thought, "damn, that's tough to do!"
i don't even think i could get it up for someone i don't like.
i think i inherited my frazzled (i.e. easily stressed out) temperament from my mother's side. ack.
i popped a few random boners while watching basketball this week. like, i'd be lying there on the futon, and WHAM-O! a boner! weird, huh?
it's funny, because the sexuality of the situation i'm in and my state of arousal don't always coincide. (see previous statement for one example.) like, i could be watching porn, or i'd be at a strip club with completely naked girls, and i'd feel nothing. other times, the most asexual of venues could turn me on. it's odd.
but, i have noticed that once i'm turned on, anything sexual just adds fuel to the fire. and what's interesting about this is how the brain works... like once it latches onto the idea that it's in the mood, everything else becomes erotic. quite amazing!
sometimes sex does seem like a chore, though. there have been times in the past where i just didn't want to do it anymore. (there were other circumstances that made it such, and i don't need to go into that again.) but despite difficulties in getting revved up for romping, i have never, *never* regretted an orgasm. :)
i'm getting sick of indian food. as you know, i had sneha indian buffet friday night, and today, for lunch, we went there again. i guess i could have spoken up and vetoed the suggestion, but... oh well. it's my fault then, isn't it? :(
gotta remind myself to do laundry tonight. i'm out of socks! i'm wearing my silver steve madden shoes today, and since the outside is made of funky plastic, the shoes don't really breathe all that well. so the end result is: sweaty feet! ick.
i'm not really looking forward to speed dating on wednesday. i looked at some sample profiles on the site, and the people seem to be in their early 30's. which is a little old for me. *RAAR* so i guess i have low expectations about the whole thing, which is good, except that i have high expectations about who i eventually end up with. *shrug*
tics are horrible during meals these days. i basically went berserk at sneha today, and my poor coworkers must have been wondering what the hell was going on with me. i kept on telling myself, "ok, that's the last tic," but there was no way that was true. ugh.
and that worries me. i don't want to get all twitchy and shit at speed dating. it'll create such a scene (a negative one). so add that to the list of reasons why i'm not so enthused about wednesday night; it might just turn out to be a disaster.
i'll tell you one more thing about tics in this entry: we touretters have to keep on ticcing until it feels "right." which means sometimes you'll see a huge sequence of the same tic over and over again, which can be *really* freaky to behold. and lately, none of my tics feel right, which means... yep, you guessed it, dardy the epileptic!
friday night, we went to sneha (indian food), and watched _kill bill vol. 2_ at 10:30. BUT. we got to the theater at 8:30 for the 9:15 showing, which was sold out. yep. we spent TWO HOURS at the theater doing absolutely nothing. surprisingly, though, it wasn't as painful as you might think. but looking back, what a waste of time that was.
the movie was so-so. i liked the first one better (i.e. more fights, more blood).
saturday, i got called into work at 10am. i slept a bit more after the call, and wound up heading out to the office at noon. it turned out it wasn't my problem, but for some reason, i still spent two hours at the office doing nothing. oh, and i had a decent IM chat with k4 while i was there.
i went back home, took a nap, and headed off to downtown SJ to meet up with the bowling gang for some chicago-style pizza. it was good shit, although i only had 3 slices for my only meal of the day. and we also split a pitcher of beer (spaten).
i weight 182.4 or so the next morning. *huzzah*
afterwards, we headed off to mike's place to chill for a bit. while mike watched the rockets/lakers game, the rest of us watched a television broadcast of _the mummy returns_. i left at 9:30...
...and slept for FIFTEEN HOURS. yup. i got up at 2:45pm. it was glorious glorious stuff, except that i was severely dehydrated and kind of dizzy after getting up. and then, after getting some afternoon breakfast, what did i do? i took yet ANOTHER nap!
alan and ting came back from walnut creek, and we went to golden phoenix, this chinese supermarket in mountain view. i got mochi, apple milk tea boxes, strawberry shortcake newtons, guava juice, and shrimp chips. we headed to jay's place to pick up alpha (their beta fish), went to the mcdonald's drive-thru, and watched _alias_ while munching on fast food.