man, it is hard to concentrate on work, being a friday before a long weekend. i did some quick fixes on some code, and i started reviewing a spec for this new block that i'm supposed to work on starting next week. other than that, i didn't do that much today. i waited until past 1pm to have lunch with D (who was stuck in a meeting; who the hell schedules lunch meetings?), but he bailed, so i grabbed some mcd's (filet o' fish and a mcchicken). i also IM'ed my friendly ex-gf for a while. i'm really glad that we are able to talk. (she's the one who married another dardy.)
so i'm excited about the taiko concert tonight! are any of you going? i'll be the tall asian dude in glasses wearing a bright yellow A&F vest. (yes, i'm wearing it just for you guys. :) emi and gwen will be there as well, so i'm really excited to see them. and plus... we're going to gombei for dinner! gombei is my favorite restaurant; i think i'm getting the curry tonight. hooray for curry!
so i have no plans for this long weekend, aside from tonight's concert and watching tomorrow's stanford/arizona game. man, we lost a heartbreaker to arizona state last night. we could have won if we had made our free throws, but instead, ASU came back in the final minutes and (forced and) won it in overtime. so both my teams lost: stanford and my mavericks. i watched the mavericks game, but i was slipping in and out of consciousness, as i took my medication before dinner and was falling asleep in my couch. rats. bad sports night for me.
so how was your v-day? i tried contacting people for dinner, but no one was available. so instead, i just grabbed some fast food ("chinese," i put it in quotes because it was a mr. chau's wannabe) and watched _scrubs_ all by my lonesome. yeah, the life of a single guy on valentine's day. *pukes* but which is worse? doing that, or being pressured by a high maintenance gf, which i've face before? yeah, not only have i had a razor thrown at me, i've also been bitched at IN PUBLIC at a restaurant for not planning in advance what to do on this holiday. how fucking embarrassing, and how bitchy of her, no?
so last night, after my massage, my therapist did this test on me. i think it was called a "caretenoid" test or something like that. basically, i put my lower palm against a light, and the computer measured something which took like a minute. it gave a score of 0-50,000+, and the higher it was, the better. and since i'm a smoker, she was expecting somewhere in the 17,000 range, but i ended up getting a 42,000, which was surprisingly good. hooray!
so how come so many of my commenters have no names? all i need/want is a first name. it's not like i'm going to expose you or anything. it's just that i don't know how to refer to you if i have something to ask. you can even use a nickname or a fake stage name if you want. :) like, whenever i have to leave my name at a restaurant, i use "dylan." it's because, for some insane reason, people have a hard time pronouncing "dardy." or, if i give it to them, they ask me to spell it, and i get annoyed. the irony, of course, is that they often misspell "dylan." (they spell it "dillon" or "dilan" or something like that.)
yeah, i need to take a new webcam picture. the one i have is very old, and you can't even really see my face. i'm not *that* skinny anymore. once, i was 200+ pounds, but i dropped to 155 on my own special diet. crazy, huh? but now i'm back up to 170-175, which is a healthier weight, given my 6'0" height. but yeah, i've been lazy about updating that pic because i can't upload files from work due to a firewall.
my sphincter muscle has atrophied by now, i bet. i haven't exercised it in like 1.5 years, due to the fact that i have permanent diarrhea. (i am positive it's because of my topamax medication.) i haven't squeezed out a log in that long, and i have completely forgotten what it feels like expel a solid turd. *sniff* i mean, it's great for my toilet, because i never have to fear clogging it up (and believe me, i have had logs so great that i've flooded the bathroom), but i wonder what the long-term ramifications of pissing out my asshole every day are.
speaking of taking dumps, when my dad was here that night, he went to take a shit after dinner. and he was in there for a good half an hour at least. i was watching tv, so after a while, i got worried because there was absolutely no noise coming from the bathroom. so during a commercial break, i yelled out, "have you FAINTED in there?" and he replied, "no." and a couple of minutes later, he came out with his LAPTOP. ha! he was responding to e-mails on the crapper! now that's something i've never heard of. i mean, i talk to my friends on my cell phone while i'm taking a shit, but i've never thought of e-mailing them. i guess it's because i've never owned a laptop in my life. would it offend you if i did that? my dad's so much of a workaholic that he even works while he's taking a dump! man, such is the marvel of technology.
this morning, these noises woke me up around 9am or so. i realized that some dude was walking on the roof just outside my bedroom. ack! he could have easily peeked in and saw me sleeping naked. hehe. yes, i have blinds, and i was covered by my blankets, but still... he was only a few feet away from my naked body. interesting thought.
one of my friends is going to santa barbara over the long weekend. they have nude beaches there, so i've heard. i don't know if i could ever go to one of those. i'd probably be sporting a big fat boner looking at all the hot naked girls there. they say that if everyone's naked, it's not as sexy because it leaves nothing to the imagination, but i don't know about that. if i see breasts, i have little doubt that i'll get aroused. i wonder how many men bust a chub at nude beaches. i can't be the only one, right?
whenever i hear "hold on to the night" by richard marx, i get nostalgic about the dances we used to hold at chinese camp. that was where i first got to slow dance with girls. and i have to admit, i used to get erections during them. i didn't even have to get body-against-body, either. (i would hold their waist, and they would hold my shoulders.) just the proximity was enough. i bet it was the pheremones, too. anyways, i would get embarrassed, but what was i supposed to do? stop and leave? ah, chinese camp. what memories!
ok, it's almost time to leave for gombei. gotta wrap this baby up and head off. if you do see me at the concert tonight, please, please say hi! remember: bright yellow vest. 8pm at stanford's dinkelspiel auditorium. otherwise, have a STUPENDOUS long weekend!