and i'm feeling really tired. the thing is, spain and italy were both in the same time zone, and spain is actually far west of "normal," so that meant that it got dark really late there, like 10pm. and the thing is, people in spain eat when it gets dark, so that meant: yup, a 10pm dinner!
i couldn't handle that. eating that late and then going to bed soon after was just weird. so the last few days, i said "fuck this" and ate when i felt like it. the problem was, though, most restaurants we found didn't even open until 8pm!
anyways, i got really sad in the middle of the night. i went to be last night at 9:00 and woke up at 2am and had insomnia. and like i said, i got sad. i'm bad to my normal, mundane life, and i realized that my "normal life" doesn't amount to much. it's actually kind of worthless, devoid of any excitement, and that just depressed me.
while i was in europe for those two weeks, i got about 600 comment spams. this is getting fucking ridiculous. i spent over an hour this afternoon closing comment sections on my individual posts. i wish movabletype had a way of doing them all in one blast, but instead, i went from entry to entry and did them one by one. *snore*
anyways, i'm headed home soon. i'm terribly sleepy, and i know i *shouldn't* sleep, but i just want to go home and lie down. sigh.
towards the end of the trip, the girl who i was most annoyed at turned out to be not so bad. i don't know how i started tolerating her, but i think it happened sometime around when she cut up a watermelon and (knowing that i was a lazy eater) picked out only the pieces without seeds and gave them to me. that was sweet.
but on the flip side, i started getting annoyed at another person, which was sort of irritating because it sucks to travel with people who peeve you, you know?
also, i overpacked. i was told to bring one nice outfit, and i never busted that out. so that meant one pair of pants, an undershirt, a buttondown, and an entire pair of shoes (space-filling!) didn't get used. damn. my suitcase could have been a whole lot lighter.
and one thing i learned from this trip is that it's much better to travel with good friends than random people. i mean, random people *might* be cool, but in my case, there were quite a lot of people who weren't. and it took me a while to warm up to them and open up; people kept on telling me that i was finally expressing myself a week or more into the trip.
anyways, it's time to go home. i'll see you guys later!
well, i'm back. it was a hell of a 3-flight commute: seville to madrid, madrid to london, and london to sf. damn, i'm fucking tired.
so let's see... after barcelona, we took a flight to madrid, and the bummer was that due to scheduling and other circumstances, we didn't get to explore the city at all. we took a day trip to toledo, this boring walled city, and the next day, we took another day trip to segovia before driving down to granada/alhambra.
the day trips were done by driving with this couple in their 50's, and even though the guy was "familiar" with driving in spain, we got lost everywhere we went. for example, on the drive back from toledo, it took us two hours to find out apartment in madrid, driving through the backalleys of the city, and getting stuck behind this garbage truck that stopped every 10 feet. arrgh. we got back at 2am.
so we spent two nights in alhambra/granada, and the only thing to see there was this cathedral (not another church!) and this big castle. rather boring.
and then, we went to cordoba, which only offered yet another church to see, and by the time we got into seville, it was around 6pm. and seeing as the next day was the 24-hour commute back to the states, we chose to sleep early over exploring seville. sigh.
to sum it up, spain was sort of a bummer. because we were under the mercy of the 50's couple, we only saw what they had planned out (these small towns, which were rather boring) instead of exploring the main cities (madrid and seville).
and the food! it wasn't too good. i tried paella in toledo, and it was filled with hard-shelled crustaceans which i didn't eat, and the rice... they ruined the rice by not cooking it enough!
i did, however, find this "sopa castenella" (garlic soup) that was yummy. i had it four times straight. they put pieces of garlic in it (obviously), this soggy bread chunk stuff, and sometimes a whole egg drop. i loved it.
in segovia, they had these roman aqueducts which supposedly still functioned. that was sort of impressive. and for dinner, we had roasted meats, and i got this whole leg of baby lamb, which was hard to tackle, and didn't taste all that good.
anyways, i'm back now, i'm terribliy jetlagged, and i feel like shit. i noticed last night on the scale that i had lost about 10 pounds, which no doubt was attributed to not eating much the whole vacation.
anyways, if i could go back, i'd do florence again. but not much else. my favorite memory? the loner dinner i had sitting in the hotel room with a whole eggplant pizza and a coke to myself, watching the olympics. yeah, not very impressive, huh?
anyways... i'm here at work now, and i just want to go home. but i'll write more later.
hey people. sorry i couldn't update from venice... i hated that fucking place. well, ok, hate might be a strong word, but basically, getting around venice was a pain in the ASS. basically, it's a maze of narrow alleyways and bridges, and if you miss one turn or cross the wrong bridge, you are FUCKED; there are no cars, hence no taxis as a last resort! so i didn't even try looking for an internet cafe there.
so let's see.. after florence, we took that three hour train ride to venice. the first day, we took a tour of a neighboring mini-island murano, where they have all these glass-blowing shops. we shopped there for FIVE HOURS, which was totally boring, and then after dinner, it took us an hour to walk half a mile because we got lost in the maze.
the next day, i just slept in and ditched the group. i woke up once to get some pizza, took a nap, and woke up again to grab some gelato. yeah, i know it was sort of a waste of my stay, but i just didn't want to get lost. for dinner, though, i rejoined the group, and somewhere in between there we went to the san marco plaza to watch the people play classical music.
anyways, yesterday was a mini-waste because it was spent flying from venice to naples and then from naples to barcelona. barcelona is a rather large city; i was hoping it was small and quaint like florence.
after flying in last night, we went out to get some tapas. i ordered this thing called a "spice bomb" which turned out to be a deep-fried breaded meatball in some chipotle-like sauce. anyways, i think the people i was with didn't know what tapas were, so we got way too little food. oh well.
afterwards, we went in search of the cathedral, and after getting lost and asking like four separate people where it was, we finally found it. i felt bad and disrespectful by wearing shorts, but i went in anyway.
today, we went to see some buildings by gaudi (some famous architect of yore), visited the mediterranean sea, the beach (i saw TOPLESS women! but only one decent set of breasts, the others were either fat and saggy or old), and the olympic village.
europeans eat late. it's 10 o'clock here, and we just finished dinner at the hotel. after i finish typing this up, i'm gonna go head up to go to sleep.
so in between italy and spain, 3 of the party left for the states. so now it's down to 5 people, and despite what i said earlier, the group is growing on me. so i'm happy. *cheer*
but, i'm still homesick. i have another week here. :( tomorrow we fly out for madrid. until then, toodles!
or florence, as us americans call it. so after 3 nights in rome and 3 nights here, we are leaving florence for venice in a few hours. i hope i don't fall in the water and get all of my shit wet. !!
so, the trip is getting better. partly because i'm not hanging out with certain annoying people. fyi, we have a group of 8, and i have found that the number gets a little bit unwieldy sometimes. so, in the past two days, i've hung out with a group no larger than 3, and that seems to be better for me.
so rome isn't all that. it's packed with tourists, and yeah, there's a lot of history, but whatever. florence is a nice quaint city, and yesterday we spent the day at siena, this even smaller city that was pretty cool. sorry, if i don't know enough about these places to make it sound interesting.
let's see... i guess i will say that the problem with some people that i'm travelling with is that they're fobs. not that being a fob is annoying in and of itself, but their whole mannerisms and stuff are things that i just don't connect with. like, quite often, the girls will just bust out in cantonese, which i don't understand, and that annoys me. why not just speak english?
my tics are a little better now. perhaps being away from the office is doing me some real good. although, i haven't been sleeping much or sleeping very well. like last night, every 30 seconds or so, i'd get these little panic attacks in bed, which would make me toss and turn for a bit to get rid of my ants in the pants feeling.
last night, i had a good dinner all by myself. (i find that the moments i have to myself have been the best). i had an eggplant pizza (parmigiana, as they call it) and coke while sitting in my hotel room and watching the olympics on tv. it was blissful.
but i have to reiterate, i am homesick. i know i would eventually regret it, but i wouldn't mind going home right now. anyways...
i am sort of worried about spain. one, i think i'll be dead tired to do stuff, and two, the group of 8 dwindles down to 5, and that means less buffer zones between me and the annoying people.
i haven't bought anything here yet as a souvenir. i don't really care for buying anything for myself, but i think i should get something for my roommates. but there hasn't been anything good to buy, except for these little bronze statues of a wolf with eight nipples feeding two human babies. (i think the real one is somewhere in rome.) kind of weird, if you ask me, and kind of funny, too.
i haven't shaved in quite a few days. we only have on power converter, and the girls are hogging it. (another reason to be annoyed at them) i have cheek hairs sprouting out left and right! arrgh! and no, i did not pack tweezers.
and yes, my feet still smell.
i've only had gelato once here. but it was good. nocciola (hazelnut) rocks!
man, i'm tired.
anyways, someone mentioned something about italian women being hot. i haven't seen that many *hot* women, but while in rome, near the spanish steps, i did spy one girl who had really nice tan skin (not overburnt) and a good set of breasts. the thing was, though, she must have been like 15 or so. so i felt a bit dirty trying to look down her shirt. (but i did anyway, hehe)
ok, off to venice!
well, it is bloody hot here in italy. and i am not using the apostrophe because i cannot find it on this fucking european keyboard.
so far, the trip is ok. yeah, just ok. it has more to do with the company rather than the actual place, and i am just going to leave it at that.
i am in rome right now. we are leaving for florence tomorrow, but only after we visit the sistine chapel because one of the girls here just HAS to go.
there is a place here called "labia." heheehe!
my tics have been really bad, and i make up for it by smoking a shitload of cigarettes. so far, it is only 5pm, and i have had a dozen of these bad boys. yup. i did buy a carton of marlboro lights, though, so i should be set as far as cigarette supply goes.
i did, however, have a near-perfect moment today. i was sitting outside, apart from the group, enjoying a lightly grilled tuna and tomato sandwich, a cappucino, and a cigarette, in that order. it was fucking brilliant.
oh. and the flight out was hell. luckily i had an aisle seat. but leaving SFO, we had to go back because the toilet broke, and then two people got in a fight, and then they had to remove his check-in luggage and then sign legal papers. so that meant sitting in an un-air-conditioned HOT plane for two fucking hours before we took off.
i am wearing my socks (the same pair) for three days straight. my feet stink.
and i cannot promise any good pictures. at least ones with me in them.
what else to say...
i wish i did not have tics. that is my biggest wish for this trip. i just cannot enjoy anything unless i am smoking, and that is a horrible thing.
and i miss home. yes, i miss home already. and i still have over two weeks here!
i miss my bed. i miss my roommates. and i miss sportscenter. and the list goes on.
anyways, i had better post this before the computer crashes.
not much going on today, either, except that i'm wrapping up work here before i leave; my boss was kind enough to tell me that i could take tomorrow off as well to prep for my trip. nice guy, he is.
the good news is that alan found my bag of shoes last night. the bad news? my adidas nortons weren't in there! fuck! now i'm lost as to what i will make my everyday europe shoes. *RAAR*
losing things always makes me wonder. i mean, the shoes didn't EVAPORATE, so they must be sitting somewhere, waiting to be found. and this separate existence really blows my mind... like the abercrombie hat that i loved so much that i lost a few years ago. i *know* it's still on this planet somewhere, but i just don't know where. what a quandary!
uh oh. damn. i have that milkshake song stuck in my head again.
i'm making sure i bring no black clothes to europe with me. i'm wearing black today, and sitting out there and simply having a cigarette caused me to start baking. ick.
my cubicle configuration at work has it that my project lead can see directly into my cube. so, it's hard to relax and not have him know about it. well, today, he moved cubes, so that's good news. now i can close my eyes for a few minutes without him thinking that i'm asleep. :)
i wonder if this trip will be any good for me. meaning my TS. i have a tendency to get more stress while i'm on vacation, and if that means that my tics get any worse, then i'm totally fucked. fucked, i say! travelling around is stressful, no? i mean, i'll away from work, which is a good thing, but i wonder if that stress will be simply replaced by the heat and the travelling.
i think what my body needs (ideally) is two weeks of doing nothing. i know it sounds boring, but i basically need to stop ticcing for two weeks to let my muscles heal and my brain to settle down. but the problem is, i can't really do that, and that is the biggest problem i'm facing right now.
anyways, i have some last-minute work to do. toodles!
so i've decided that my beige adidas nortons will be my main shoes for the italy/spain trip. i figure that they're stylish enough to wear daily, and rugged enough to go on small hikes that we're going to take. and besides, these shoes have been to london and paris, so why not make them my international shoes?
the only problem is... i have to find them. i think they're in a garbage bag in the garage somewhere, and i need to get home today and find them before alan occupies the space with his car.
yep.
wow, today's been really boring. i guess it's good in that i don't have any pressing urgent issues to deal with at work, but it really sucks because time passes by really really SLOWLY when i'm practically clockwatching the entire day away.
google phrase of the day:
ice cubes in ass
hm. not sure how this would feel, but i would imagine that since the sphincter is very sensitive with all those nerve endings, this would sting a bit before the asshole gets all numb and frostbitten and stuff. anybody have any experience in this?
the other question is how uncomfortable it would be to insert a CUBE into a small hole like that. do you have to lube up the ice cube? wouldn't it get really slippery? *ponder*
aside from one index finger, i have not stuck anything up my ass. the finger itself didn't feel too good, by the way, so i'm not quite enthused about any other insertion device. but, i must say, taking dumps can feel quite good sometimes, but that's in the opposite direction!
i can't even being to imagine fisting. !!
and on that note, i shall leave you, darling pups. good day!
not much going on today. except that my tics are super-bad. i mean SUPER-BAD.
the good news is that i only have a three-day workweek. woot!
the bad news, though, is that as the impending europe trip looms high, my tourette's is not getting any better, and in fact, it's getting worse, despite my 3mg of haldol. how i'll survive the heat and the plane rides is beyond me.
but anyways, it's too late to back out now, unless i forfeit all the money i've pre-paid for this vacation. so i'll just bite the bullet and hope for the best, i guess. i do hope that the hotels i'll be staying at will be nice enough to offer some massages; i'll definitely need some while i'm out there.
i have been farting up a storm today. i just let out a submachine gun rat-tat-tat-tat in my cube just now. oh, the embarrassment! at least no one can smell it over the burnt popcorn odors that just invaded the office space.
i hava feeling that i'll get homesick during the vacation within a week or so. i've got a tendency to miss home a lot while i'm away; even when i was having fun in paris and in japan in years past, i longed for home within days.
when i was in japan and got homesick, i would go to mcdonald's and order a fish filet. the thing is, very few japanese order those sandwiches, so when i would ask for one, they'd have to make it fresh. *bliss* nothing like a steaming hot mcdonald's sandwich to remind me of home!
anyways, i'm getting comment spammed as we speak. every minute or so, my yahoo messenger tells me i've got a comment from some bob from an online poker site. it's fucking annoying. and each message comes from a different IP address! *pukes*
yep. i'm almost up to 1000 comments now, +70% of which is comment spam. ick.
anyway, i've got some work to do now. i might be back later when i'm more inspired to write.
so i'll make this brief. and as usual, my weekends are marked by the food that i ate. :)
friday night, we had arby's (i got, among other things, the beef 'n cheddar). then we went to see _the manchurian candidate_, which, despite the good reviews, wasn't all that great, in my opinion. i was spooked out, though, by the hallucinations that denzel washintgon's character had. hallucinations are scary shit, man!
saturday, we stopped by quizno's for a late lunch, and then, i went to mike's place for a big meatfest. mike was kind enough to cook fish for me (because i am still trying to abstain from beef), and i obliged and ate four pieces of catfish along with my one peppercorn-laced pork rib. afterwards, i watched the guys play dominoes and sipped on a johnnie walker black label.
sunday, we had pho (or rather, rice plates at the pho place), and i went home and took a nice long nap on the futon. then, it was off to dean and gina's house in saratoga (NICE house!!) for some turky burritos and five spice chicken (courtesy of jay).
all in all, a relaxing weekend, but man, haldol is fucking me up. i'm getting about 6 hours of sleep a night, despite the fact that i'm actually in bed for nearly 12 hours. sigh. i'm gonna try to play around with my haldol dosage times to see if i can get better sleep. this lack of shuteye is making me grouchy and stressed!
wow. sleep just keeps getting worse and worse for me. last night, i think i finally fell asleep around 3am. before that, i was just tossing and turning, and i was just so UNCOMFORTABLE. *RAAR*
during my smoking break just now, i noticed a pube on the steps. it was all scraggly and stuff, about 1.5 inches long. how strange, to see a pube out in a parking lot. what was the guy doing? scratching himself on the way out of the office?
i drove back home today to have lunch with alan. man, after that, i SO didn't want to go back to the office. maybe i'll leave early today. after all, it *is* friday! woot woot!
i haven't taken a dump today yet. i'm sort of worried about that; during last weekend, i didn't take a dump all of saturday, and that just threw me off kilter, methinks. it's important that i take a dump every morning to keep myself regular, and more importantly, so i don't get the urge while i'm out and about during the rest of the day.
i have weird compulsions. last night, i couldn't stop thinking about breaking my left thumb. like, once, many years ago, i took my thumb and bent it sideways until i heard a tear. it was really scary, and i don't quite know why i did it. but, last night, i wanted to do it again, just so see what it would feel like. weird, huh?
why i want to hurt myself is beyond me. i *hate* pain! masochism is an odd odd thing.
i was looking at my referrers yesterday went to a guy's links page where he had me listed. and next to my blog's name, he had a tilde which indicated that he had seen me in real life but never approached me.
dude! if you see me and recognize me, i WELCOME you to come up to me and say hi! it's happened to me twice, and i've enjoyed both times i've met a stranger who turns out to be a reader! don't be shy people!
i am also intrigued by people who find this blog by doing a google search of my full (i.e. first and last) name. it happened yesterday, and that just makes me wonder... who's stalking me? i wanna know!
anyways, i can't wait to get out of here. i think we're going to see a late showing of _the manchurian candidate_, which doesn't sound too exciting, but i've heard that it's been reviewed pretty well. i just hope i get an aisle seat. i like aisle seats, because otherwise, sitting in between people, i get claustrophobic and tend to freak out.
that's my eating schedule on mondays through thursdays. it's because on tues/thurs, i skip lunch after basketball. *shrug* after exerting myself like that, i'm just not hungry.
but damn. i just realized that last night, my "dinner" consisted of a large bowl of cereal. and just that. so now, i'm super-hungry. like SUPER.
work is sort of winding down for me this week. i've done all of my assigned tasks, and i just hope nothing major comes up before i leave on my trip. easy breezy!
i hope i'll be able to find some internet cafe's and the like while i'm in europe. not blogging (or at least cleaning my inbox of spam) for two and a half weeks would make me go bonkers, methinks. :)
anyways. i have a lot of little things i have to remember to do before i leave. stuff like:
1) refill my lighter and check on the flint
2) update my cell phone numbers on my excel spreadsheet (just in case it gets stolen)
3) clean out my wallet
4) get money and traveller's checks
5) get a haircut
6) buy a toothbrush case
7) get my smog check and mail in my dmv renewal
i'm sure more shit will come up, and all those little things stress me out. *RAAR*
i take after my mom in that respect. she's going through hell with her depression and empty nest syndrome and menopause, etc., and i really feel for her. i think she's a little bit of a hypochondriac, and after she takes medications, she thinks she's got all of the side effects attacking her. :( i wish i could help her, and in a way, i see my own nervous nature coming from her.
is it hard to change one's nature? does it take, for example, a traumatic or supremely enlightening experience to modify a person's natural tendencies? i wonder about that sometimes, because i certainly have some things about myself i'd like to alter.
anyways, i was asked by my buddy if i am aware of the perception i give off on this blog. (i think this was more relevant when i talked about sex and ex's all the time.) but my answer was no. i think i'm too stupid/ignorant of the air i give off... because when i blog, i just write what's on my mind. a small fraction of it might be censored, but most of it just comes out as is. *shrug* it's hurt me a few times, but i think i'm just a *tad* smarter about it now.
so before i start this membist shit i have to do (fyi, bist = built in self test), which will be hella tedious, i'm gonna write a bit.
man, last night brought back memories. i went on 3mg of haldol, and i got the usual overdose symptoms... akathesia (a dreadful feeling of restlessness, sort of like wearing a bodysuit lined inside with scratchy velet), and the usual lurches and random muscle spasms right before falling asleep. plus sensitivity to light, which meant that i woke up at 8am and couldn't fall asleep again.
needless to say, it wasn't a pleasant night. and the worst thing is, i'm going through this shit, and i'm *still* ticcing just as much as before! *RAAR* what's the point then? *shrug*
but! this is the last thursday before i leave for europe. i'm counting down the days, and upping my haldol dosage just so i have a chance at being sane before i jet off. if i won't be able to get better, then i dunno... that plane ride is going to be one hell of a trip, and i don't mean that in a good way. :/
anyways, tomorrow is friday, and that means i'll get one last weekend soon to rest up.
i got called in for a smog check on my car. are they open on weekends? i guess i'll have to call around and see if i can get it done before i leave. sigh.
i went and visited my old company because i needed to pick up my airline tickets from the finance girl. it was nice seeing the ex-coworkers again. every time i leave a company, going back seems like going back to an old home. *bliss*
anyways... i've got some work to do. be back later!
*phew* at one moment this afternoon, i was running a synthesis job, running an MC job, and debugging my testbench all at once. it was sort of crazy.
it's ONLY wednesday. motherfucker!
this week, once a day, i smoke TWO cigarettes in one sitting. one of them is my regular marlboro lights, and the other one is this chinese "chunghua" brand that my ex-coworker shayang gave me. i don't know... maybe i'm so laden with my tics and stress that i need two cigs at once, but this isn't a good habit! i actually get sort of bored smoking two sticks.
but anyways, i'm pleased with the work i've been putting out. the truth is, i don't *mind* doing work... it makes time pass by more quickly, but the only problem is that i'm a terrible procrastinator, and it's hard to get me started on actually doing real work.
i'm sort of getting excited about my europe trip, if anything, because i'll be able to get away from all sorts of work stress for 2.5 weeks. but, i'm just worried about pickpocketers and muggers, because i hear horror stories about them from everyone i talk to who's been there.
but anyways... ho hum. not much going on today. a fellow long-time reader of mine told me that she would like to hear more of my stories on women and sex, but the thing is, i feel like i've already told everything, hence the lack of those subjects appearing on my blog lately. :(
and fyi, the position i used to hit my gf's cervix wasn't anything special; it was just me entering her from behind with her flat on her stomach. i guess from that angle, you can penetrate more deeply, and i accidentally hit her cervix with a deep thrust. *sobs* i felt bad afterwards.
so the next time you guys blow your wad near water, swish the spunk around in your hands to make a white paste, and then expose the spooge to the water. it clumps up! it's quite neat. AND it loses its taste, too. weird.
i've only snowballed once, though. i thought it was quite the intimate act. or maybe my girl just didn't want to swallow, so she gave it back to me. *shrug*
the last two times alan and i have gone out to dinner (just ourselves), he's asked me what's going on when it comes to a new love interest. and i've just shrugged the question off. damn, living in the south bay fucking sucks. i mean, i've got girls i'm interested in, but i just don't have a means to get into their lives, you know what i mean? sigh.
but can't worry about that now. i'm off to europe in a week!
so *phew* i just finished coding. 580 lines to be exact. and i feel good. it was a pretty easy block (host interface, something i've done many times before), and coding was actually sort of enjoyable (as is usually the case).
i need to stop by the old company today to meet up with the finance girl to get some stuff for the europe trip. i sort of don't want to go, though, and see all my old coworkers. i don't know why, but it sort of seems like a conflict of sorts. like, they'll ask me to come back, or they'll look at me with disapproval for leaving the company or something like that.
i just realized that i don't tic that much when i'm coding. hm. it seems like if i'm constructively engaged in something (as with most touretters), my tics sort of disappear for a while. but now that i'm done with my mental exercise of the day, i'm ticcing all over again. *RAAR*
and, by the way, i was NOT bragging about my schlong length yesterday. note that i mentioned that it took a "special position" for me to hit my partner's cervix. normally, it never happened. i ain't that big! :)
i was horny yesterday.
anyways, it's down to three girls on _outback jack_! the problem is, i don't really like any of the ones who are left, so my interest in the show is sort of waning. and tonight is lame; they meet jack's mom, and that just sounds boring to me. but hey, i'll watch it anyway.
yesterday, for the first time in many many months, i got caught up on my _time_ reading. (of course, i skipped the long articles about john kerry and the stuff about iraq.) but then again, a new issue comes today, so the pressure continues.
basketball sucked today. i scored like two baskets, and struggled mightily from the perimeter. these days, my tics are so bad that they even happen during the game, and it's hard to dribble and tic at the same time, mind you!
i got BOMBED with just under 60 comment spams this morning. what the fuck, man. each spam came with a different IP address, so banning IP's wouldn't work. i really need to do something about this, but i don't know what. maybe i'll just close the comment sections on earlier entries.
anyways, i've got some e-mail to read. be back later.
one hour until my massage! woot!
i'm gassy today. i keep farting in my cube, praying that no one will smell it. hey, at least they're silent.
not sure what else to say... but i did mention earlier that i'd write again, right? so here i am!
anybody got any questions to ask me? if they're cool questions, i'll answer them in my next blog entry. let's make this an interactive thing!
so does it hurt when a guy has a huge schlong, and during sex, it bumps up against the girl's cervix? i think i accidentally did that to the girl once, using a certain position that enable very deep penetration. she yelped out in pain, and i just felt really really bad. sex should never hurt (unless you're a masochist).
of all the exotic positions out there, missionary is the one that i like best. and that includes watching other people doing it in porn. there's one segment where there's this guy who looks like a thug, and this pasty white girl with barely any chest, and he's on top of her, and it just looks heavenly despite the fact that neither of them are attractive. i LOVE it when the girls wraps her legs around the guy! *yum*
so yeah, when it comes to romping, i guess i like doing all the work. when the girl's on top, i don't really feel anything, so technically, the sex could last forever, which maybe a good thing, but then again, i would never be able to get myself off!
ok, so after talking about this, NOW i miss sex. last night, i was thinking about relationships and how long it's been since i've been in one, and i couldn't find anything that i truly *missed*. but a-ha! now that i've gotten myself all worked up about romping, that's definitely something that i am reminiscing about.
ok. i'm taking off in 9 minutes.
so the bad news is that my tics are absolutely horrible today. i can't sit still for more than 10 seconds without releasing a storm of neck tics.
the good news? this is my last (and only) full week of work in august! hehe. i leave for italy/spain next thursday, so i just have to get through this week and a little over half of next week and i'm off! *huzzah*
i scheduled a massage for tonight. i desperately need to relieve some pressure from my neck and shoulders. (if i were truly desperate, then i would get some acupuncture in at the same place, but then again, i'm dreadfully afraid of needles, so i think i'll pass on that. maybe.)
i realized saturday night (at micha's) that i'm a terrible priss when it comes to eating. i don't like getting my hands dirty. hence my abstinence from eating ribs. ever since i was a kid, i've liked kfc, but i would only eat drumsticks, and even then, i'd wrap a napkin around the base and hold it that way, so as not to get my hands greasy. yeah, i'm such a wuss.
so i saw my psych today. he recommended a new drug (mainly for people with parkinson's), but he held off on giving it to me because he didn't want me to have an adverse reaction when i was abroad. so, i am now instructed to take TWO mg of haldol a day, plus cogentin. hm. i hope it works better than the 1.5mg i've been taking; hope is certainly something that i'm running out of. give me a reprieve from ticcy storms!
i appreciated the gratuitous boob shots from _harold and kumar_. breasts rule! so soft, so cuddly, i just want to snack on them. :)
the name "harold" makes me smile. why? because it used to be the pet name for a certain someone's, um, er, vulva! hehe. yup, that's right. i named her vadge. i also named her breasts "romy and michelle."
*yawn*
more later. i'm pooped.
not much to report from the past two days...
friday night, ting made dinner, and the key ingredient was garlic. she made these stuffed mushrooms which were really good, so good that i ate the mushrooms first and then consumed the stuffing from three mushrooms in one fell swoop. salty goodness!
saturday, i woke up at 2pm, took a nap (i must have been a cat in a previous life), and putzed around before going with margaret (jay was called in to surgery because some kid swallowed a dime) to micha's, this rib place in redwood city. what did i get? a tuna melt.
that night, alan and ting went to dinner and partying in the city, and i went to sleep early. coupled with all the other sleep i had gotten that day, i woke up at 3am and had insomnia for a while. i heard them come in through the front door, which was weird because alan has the garage. i thought it was a burglar, and for a while, contemplated fighting them off in my boxers with a poster tube. and in the end, i decided to go back to sleep.
sunday, i woke up at noon. we picked up peter and had pizza at patxi's, this new place in downtown PA. afterwards, i took yet another nap, and the only thing of interest i did that day was drag my roommates to see _harold and kumar go to white castle_. it was surprisingly good for a raunchy road trip movie, and it made me crave beef a little. *shrug* my favorite scenes were when kumar smelled the pot and when they sang along to the punk's mix tape. wilson phillips!
yup. boring weekend, i know. but in part, that was inevitable because my body (i.e. the tics) just wasn't cooperating, and i had to spend the bulk of my time lying down. tourette's is so debilitating! *sigh*