*yawn*
so like i said, i did a decent amount of stuff over the weekend, and now i'm just tired. i am very conflicted on weekends because on one hand, i want to rest and relax, but on the other hand, it's the only time i have to be social and get out and do stuff.
there are two people who know about my little crush on cute work girl. the other one (non-wingman) chose to sit at the same island of tables at her today during lunch. so that gave me the opportunity to sit right next to her. you'd think that was a good thing, but it wasn't.
basically, i didn't get to talk to her during the meal because she was focused in on the two coworkers she had on her end. so i got kind of frustrated. but anyways, when she left, i did call out her name and ask her if she wanted to shoot some hoops sometime. she smiled and said "sure," but hell, it was raining today, and i think it's still a little bit wet out. so i'll have to ask her later on in the week.
i think i'm gonna get a haircut today. except that i'm wearing a shirt that i don't want to fuck up with all those stray hairs that are left behind. hm. i am getting shaggy, and it looks horrible.
shit. i need to get my ass moving on finding a roommate. what should i say in my ad to deter psychos from responding?
i miss alan and ting. a lot. *sniff* sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and realize that there's no one in the bedroom across the hall, and i get sad. sigh. they were good roommates, and it was fun living with them.
have you guys seen the nike pro ad with various baseball/football athletes wearing creepy masks? that ad freaks me out, and the music doesn't help, either.
ok, nothing much else to report over here. i just hope i can shoot some hoops with cute work girl sometime soon. it's my opportunity to find out if she has a boyfriend and to ask her out if she doesn't. can't wait!
so let's see here... friday night, i met up with mike and shirley at pizza my heart and scarfed down some greasy slices before meeting up with nelson, paul, leeya, and mia at rudy's for some drinking. i had a jameson on the rocks and a rather large shot of patrone tequila; it was enough to make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, but not give me a buzz, as i had to drive my ass back home.
i realized that i'm not much of a dancer these days. back in college, i LOVED to dance, as i thought this was the ultimate form of self-expression. nowadays, i just sort of sway. needless to say, when the girls and some of the guys went to hit the dance floor, i stayed back with paul and kept my ass planted on my seat.
i didn't fall asleep until about 2am, and i had to get up the next day to watch stanford lose to arizona. sigh. we just didn't look very good, and now, after winning 6 straight games in the PAC-10, we got swept by the arizona schools. damn. there go our tournament hopes; we're on the bubble!
i met up at paul's house, and five of us (mike, paul, nelson, me, and geoff went up to treasure island to take some pictures. sigh. i don't know what is up with me, but i have just lost interest in taking pictures. the other guys took like 30-100 pictures, and i took a grand total of... NINE.
but it was nice to get out and hang out with the guys. we went to pizza chicago for dinner, and damn, the "great chicago fire" pizza is really good, with its spicy peppers and roasted garlic.
the problem with saturday, though, was that i ran out of cigarettes, so i didn't have a way to calm down. thus, my tics got very bad. i was twitching all over the place, and it was just very uncomfortable, to say the least.
sunday, i woke up at 12:30, and drive to safeway to pick up some stuff. man, super bowl sunday is the only time of the year where the grocery store is packed with MEN. yup, men buying chips (they cleared out the section of tortilla chips) and beer.
around 3pm, adam came over, and we watched the super bowl, just the two of us. he brought over two super carnitas burritos, wet style, and i thought it tasted funny, a little sweet. the game it self was pretty boring, as this time, i wasn't really rooting for anybody.
the ads were sort of lame this year, and nothing really stood out. so all in all, a pretty lame super bowl, despite adam's good company. next time, though, i'm going to try to plan further in advance and get some more people over.
and that was it. in other news, my stiff neck is back, and it hurts like a mofo.