i'm deciding whether or not to follow season's _american idol_. it'll be a tuesday night commitment, which is already taken up by _scrubs_ and _committed_. hm.
last night, i met up with adam on castro street for some dinner. or, rather, he had a big wet burrito, and, seeing as how i already ate, i munched on some chips and had some water. i still paid $1 for tip, though. afterwards, i got some pearl milk tea. roasted barley, yum.
not much going on today. i am still trying to figure out how to meet the girl at work. no, i am not stalking her; i am not going to do anything to make an uncomfortable situation or get me fired for sexual harassment. :) i just want to talk to her, that's all...
to clarify, H (one of the girls i went up with to the city on saturday night) is a girl that i hooked up with for one night my junior year. i was completely drunk, and after hanging out in the lantana lounge, i led her to my room, and soon enough, all of our clothes were off and we were in bed. no, i did not have sex with her, but we got close. so that's why i was a bit apprehensive about interacting with her again.
during the drive up, she mentioned how we went to the AASA semi-formal together. that sent up alarm sounds in my head, because she could have easily followed up with the memory of our one-night stand. luckily, she didn't. :)
anyways... that's that.
one thing i don't get is how much good pens cost. like, a mont blanc pen runs well over $100! and in japan, i think i spied a pen for a MILLION YEN, which is roughly $10 grand here. how can a simple writing instrument cost so much? i mean, is it really worth that much? sheesh.
i guess the same goes with watches. i mean, yes, i do wear a tag heuer watch, but it wasn't a really expensive one, and most of all, i got it because i liked the color. (the face is bright yellow. yippee!) but still, if you're talking about rolexes and stuff, i just don't understand how the marginal "betterness" or a watch can be worth that much.
i am not looking forward to living alone. i mean, after alan and ting move out, i'll have run out of stanford buddies to live with, and i am very reluctant to get a random on craigslist or something. so that means... yup, living alone. the horror. i know i liked it when jay moved out a few years ago, but nowadays, it just reeks of loneliness and solitude. sigh. *sniff*
alan says that he's moving out to save about $1200. (that's based on six months times the $200 savings he'll get on rent.) but i'd gladly pay him that amount (even more) to keep him around for another six months. of course, he wuoldn't let me do that on principle, but that's how much he means to me. sigh. it's weird to know that i'm sort of codependent on a male roommate.
hey ann, e-mail me! i want to talk.
anyways, i'm going home soon. sigh. that means scrounging around for dinner and eating by myself. i used to be really good on my own, but these days, i guess seeing everyone else in a couple is starting to wear me down. :(