well TGIF. motherfucker. it's finally friday, and i'm looking forward to sleeping in once again, if only for two days.
so last night, i went up with adam and rae to see a little festival of short films. they were overall sort of interesting, although the first one was rather incrutable. (it involved three scantily clad people in slow motion writhing in what seemed to be a form of epilepsy.) the second one, _oedipus_, was the one that i wanted to see, and i enjoyed it a lot. vegetables galore!
the crowd there was very artsy and trendy. lots of people wore black, and there were some nicely gelled hairdos. i, for one, though, forgot to spike up my hair, so my chinese afro must have given away that i was neither artsy nor gay. ah, the san francisco art scene.
so, i saw my chironeuro today, and he gave me some different exercises to do that involve looking at various things over and over again. and weirdest one has me sitting in a chair, looking at my left thumb, and spinning myself counterclockwise a few seconds at a time. hokey!
this has bee a pretty bad week for me, tic-wise. the left-crunching neck tic has left my shoulder/neck region very sore. it's painful to snap your neck like that!
so far, though, these "silly" exercises are changing my brain slowly. my pain response to his pinwheels on my face has equalized, and so has the different of blood pressure in my left and right arms. i don't know what this all means, though, because i still tic like a mofo.
so this week, i have two social outings planned. the first one is dinner with mallory, which means i'm going to be most likely driving up to millbrae to meet her. and the second one is pearl milk tea with diana on sunday afternoon, which is ok because i don't have any cowboys football to keep up with. (they have a bye week.)
has anyone seen _garden state_? i want to see it, but i don't know if it's still playing in theaters. natalie portman. *smacks his lips* scrumptious!
yes, christine (why don't you e-mail me sometime?), i do know that i don't blog as incessantly as i used to. part of it's not having anything to say. gone are the numerous random/brainfartish thoughts that i used to frequently have. and i'm just not as spunky a writer as i used to be; i blame it on my tourette's flareup.
in fact, i blame tourette's for most of the problems i've been having: my inability to do good work, my antisocial behavior, my daily overdoses of sleep. it's a convenient excuse, but sometimes i wonder if i'm just letting myself be lazy by having a scapegoat to blame it on.
anyways, it's best that i get to work now.