so in the past three days, i've been to southland twice. both times, i've ordered the combination fried rice. it's a good dish, except for the fact that they put in a couple of pieces of pork liver. liver is gross! the other night, i gave my liver to john, who ate it willingly. today, i tried one small bite of it, and i made a really gross face. yeah, this shit is nasty. next time, i'm going to ask that they not put the stuff in. the chinese word for liver is "gan."
so two of my friends (A and R) found the "2 girls, 1 cup" video of the women licking shit out of a cup. (that's all that i saw after closing the window.) apparently, it gets much worse than that. A told me what happened afterwards, and i really didn't need to know that. ugh. what makes people do such horrible, disgusting acts? did these girls get paid, or did they really want to do what they did? *shivers*
so i got back in touch with noriko, this cute japanese girl i knew back in college. she's in indonesia, and has been for the past three years. i found her on facebook. ah, facebook. the last time i saw her was in 2004, i think, at aileen's birthday party up in the city. she was leaving for indonesia the next day, so i didn't get to see her again, but i was happy that i bumped into her at least. she looked different from when she was in school, though. but anyways, i'm grateful for social networking sites that help me find old friends like her; her profile doesn't have a picture, though, so i'm really curious what she looks like now. one of my fondest memories of her was when we both tried to dye our hair blue in the guy's bathroom. (it didn't work because we didn't bleach our hair first, a problem i rectified a few weeks later.)
i'm going to miss my deadline at work this week. to help me get a little further, though, i'm going to try to come into work early tomorrow to get some headway on my second task before our friday status meeting. my second task involved working with another engineer, but he couldn't free up in time until now. let's hope i can wake up tomorrow morning and not feel too groggy; the other guy gets into work at 8:30am (!), and i usually come in at 11. there's gotta be a happy medium somewhere.
i need to get a haircut. today, i was having a smoke outside, and this dude (an outspoken guy) exclaimed, "you look like a fucking rooster!" he didn't mean to offend me, but i'm getting tired of people talking about my hair. i just checked my supercuts card, and my last haircut was the day before halloween, so it's been over a month. yeah, i guess it's time.
one of my guy friends is dating a girl who's over a decade younger. i guess that's not that uncommon, especially when the guy's the one who's older. my dad once told me that he advocates a big (over 3 years) age difference, so there is a sort of understood role of who wears the pants. hm. i guess he is reacting to the fact that he used to fight a lot with my mom, since they are only 4 months apart in age, and they tried to be equals and stuff. i found his theory to be interesting. i've only dated older women, but i'm not sure if i would be comfortable with a much older woman and being the "subordinate" one in the relationship. i am sort of a minor control freak, and i don't think i would react well to being bossed around.
so the gash on my nose bridge has healed, but it's left a pretty noticeable mark/discoloration. shit. i mean, most of the time, it's hidden underneath my glasses, but when i go without my specs, it's right there, BAM! i didn't pick at the scab or anything. facial blemishes are the worst, because they're so prominent. ugh. there goes my modeling career.
so i've been following the whole tila tequila thing. i don't watch the full episodes, but i've been catching the eliminations and some parts of the shows. it's down to the final two, one guy and one girl. i'm surprised that the last girl left is sort of butch. i think she's cool and all (she's a fire fighter!), but she's not someone i could see tila with. now _the real world_ is getting pretty juicy. two in-house hookups! i wonder if being really horny is one of the requirements of being cast on the show. it seems like parisa is the only one in the house not getting some nookie.
i remember when MTV placed an ad in _the stanford daily_ looking for people for _the real world_ back when i was in college. i thought about applying. hey, wouldn't a touretter be cool for the show? i would educate and inform the masses! (wait a minute, did i have tourette's back then? hm...) but anyways, i was still a crazy kid back then, but a little too young. but yeah, i think the show would be fun. just roaming around and exploring a cool city, partying it up, hooking up with attractive housemates, etc.
i also thought about auditioning for blue man group once. i met their height requirements and had percussion experience. that would have been cool, too. but i bet the rigors of performing every night would have gotten to me. you can't take a day off with that kind of schedule. in some ways, cubicle life is the perfect thing for me; i work when i want to on a minute-by-minute basis, you know?
ok, i gotta take off. my mavs are playing the nuggets right now, and i'm gonna head home to watch the rest of the game.