this morning, my dad left without waking me up. when i went to take my morning dump, i noticed that the water in the toilet was a tinged yellow. "strange," i thought. later, when i was driving to work, my dad told me that he had taken a leak last night, but he didn't flush because he thought the sound would wake me up. how considerate! hehe. mystery solved! i love my dad.
man, i am bummed that samantha sidley didn't make the top 24 on AI. but two of the three hot girls made it. (kristy lee cook, and kady malloy, but not cardin.) and i was really hoping for josiah leming to make it, because he was interesting, but alas, his last audition ("stand by me" a cappella) really fucked up his chances. damn. other than that, though, there isn't much to root for this year. just some hot girls and some blah guys.
re: smoking and quitting. thanks for sharing. yeah, smoking's my biggest vice (next to porn), and i really regret starting. i blame my weakness towards peer pressure for that. i started smoking when i was in japan, and my two korean friends (mainly, there was also on indian friend too) got me hooked. we would go out for happy hour, and they repeatedly offered me cigarettes. and in order to look cool, i accepted. i didn't become a true smoker until i missed a train, and in order to pass time, i bought my first pack (dunhill reds) while waiting around for the next train to come. chantix, huh? i'll look into that when i am ready to quit.
amy invited me to go with her to argentina, st. lucia, and columbia in march/april. i want to go, to at least some of those places. we'll have to see, though, because my project ends during those months. i'll have to talk to my boss about it. i am a bit hesitant to go to columbia, though, because isn't that where the drug lords are? amy told me that one of her friends' families OWNS an island out there, and i bet the money's from drugs. i mean, how do you have that much money? *ponder* but yeah, i need a vacation, and i miss amy, too; i haven't seen her since my east coast tour (boston, DC, NYC) in 2003.
i'm treating myself to a massage today. i've been getting backaches in the morning. maybe i should get a real bed; i've been sleeping on my old trusty futon for the last 10+ years. (my massage is at 5:30pm, so that's why i'm writing this entry early.)
last night, i took my dad out to queen house for dinner. we both got dumplings. ah, dumplings. i love that shit. afterwards, we shared a post-meal smoke break, and when we got home, we broke out my bottle of jameson (irish whiskey) and finished it off. there wasn't much left, so don't worry, we didn't get drunk or anything. he worked while i watched _american idol_ and _the moment of truth_. it's cool that i can drink and smoke with my dad. i mean, i love my mom, too, but i'm afraid to talk too much to her because inevitably, she'll start preaching religion to me, and that makes me really uncomfortable.
so today is valentine's day. i really dislike this holiday because it draws a line between single people and coupled people. regardless, i'm wearing red (or, more of a reddish orange) today. i was supposed to have dinner with geoff, but i reminded him yesterday that today was v-day, and that he should spend time with his wife, so he backed off his plans with me. but yeah, my ex's used to put a lot of pressure on me on this particular holiday (among others), and i hated that. one time, while i was in the shower with my girlfriend, i mentioned that i wasn't planning on doing anything (this was my first v-day with a gf ever), she got pissed, started crying, and threw her razor at me. i learned my lesson ever since. or maybe i've just gone out with really high maintenance women.
i hate having expectations. things are great when i first like a girl, but then, once we start corresponding, i start expecting things, like for them to pick up when i call, or to e-mail back, stuff like that. and when things don't happen the way i want them to, i start getting ancy and bummed out. it sucks. the happy-go-luck mentality that i used to have goes away, and i start becoming more and more neurotic, like "does she like me?" and all that. argh!
hits are way down this week. they went up a lot last week, but now, it's died down. but lately, in the past 10 months or so, most of my hits are from real readers, as opposed to google hits from people searching for perverted phrases or pictures of "perfect ass" or "kate beckinsale." so i'm fine with it. i do wonder how many regular readers i have. if you are a lurker and have an itch to say hi, feel free to drop me a line! i love hearing from my readers. :)
i was talking to cindyT about people who misrepresent themselves on places like match.com. you know, they put up a picture of themselves that is totally misleadingly flattering, or worse yet, of someone else who is way hotter. why would you do that? i mean, isn't the other person going to find out that you are nowhere near as attractive when you finally meet? what a scam! maybe they hope that you won't make a scene by storming out, and that you'll be polite enough to at least give them a chance.
i've been misled before when i've met up with girls before, like i had seen pictures of a girl, and they didn't look like them in real life. that is so disappointing. none of them were *that* different, but they just didn't look as good. maybe these girls just photographed well or something. but yeah, it was a complete let down. i wonder if i photograph well myself. i really like the facebook profile picture of myself that put up; it was from tim's bbq last year. i'd like to think it's an accurate representation.
i wonder if there's more sex that's to be had tonight than any other night during the year. you know, with it being v-day and all that. i would be curious to know if there's been any studies done on the topic. like, do condom sales spike?
yeah, i have condoms that date all the way back to 1992. this was freshman year, when four of us guys visited the student health clinic, and we loaded up on free condoms. three of us got 20 or so, but the horndog of the group got around 50. and he used them all that year! haha. he was the only one of us who got any action that year (two of us also got girlfriends, but no sex). somewhere in my bedroom is the same brown paper bag with those expired condoms in it. i should throw them out, lest one day i stupidly put one of those suckers on, expecting it to still be functional. nonoxynol-9!
ok, time to wrap this puppy up. oh, one more thing: come to the taiko concert tomorrow night! it's by the on ensemble, which features two (of the four) of my buddies from my college days. the concert is at 8pm at dinkelspiel auditorium on stanford campus. and come say hi to me afterwards! (i plan on wearing a bright yellow abercrombie and fitch vest :) tickets are only $10 for non-students!