i'm still giddy over the stanford win over marquette. i dunno. if it hadn't been as crazy and close (i mean, it was a one-point win in overtime!), it wouldn't have had the same effect. and plus, our couch was ejected! nuts, man. nuts. even *i* want to e-mail brook lopez and thank him for making that shot.
so tonight's the britney spears episode of _how i met your mother_. and after that, i'm going to watch _new amsterdam_. it's nice to have new television to watch after that whole writers' strike ordeal. i'm still waiting for _scrubs_ and _the office_, though. this was supposed to final season for the former show, and i wonder what they're going to do with it if/when it ever comes back.
so i went to a coworker's design review today. i was totally falling asleep during the first part. it was held in a small room, and there were only six people there, so i think it was pretty noticeable. luckily, i got out of that drowsy funk, and i even found a design flaw, which my boss said was a good call. *flex*
i need to go buy some toilet paper today. i'm running dangerously low downstairs, which is where i take my daily morning diarrhea dump. since i live alone, my tp consumption if fairly regular and constant. it's quite different from when i had a girlfriend, and i had to deal with her having her periods. i would go through entire rolls in a couple of days when that happened. you know, with all that toilet paper wrapping up the tampons deal. i can't remember if it smelled when that happened, but don't think i will ever forget giving head to a girl when she was on her period. peee-ew! (i would never do it without her taking a shower first, though. i ain't lapping up old chunky blood!)
i think i'm still recovering from falling asleep at 4am saturday night. that's the latest i've stayed up in many years. funny thing, though, i didn't feel sleep at all when i hit the sack. i remember being wide awake and alert when i was in bed, listening to espn on the tv during all of the NCAA tourney highlights. i even woke up at 10am the next day feeling moderately refreshed, but i forced myself to get some more sleep until john woke me up with a phone call. but man, i'm beat today.
things are looking really bad for my mavericks. and since dirk is out with a knee and ankle injury, i think we're going to lose badly to the warriors this sunday. i'm actually going to that game in oakland with john, greg and cheryl, and it's not going to be pretty. shucks. i was hoping for a competitive game, but the way the warriors played last night against the lakers (72 points in the first half!), it might be a blowout. rats. i have a bad feeling that we're going to miss the playoffs this year. the west is ultra-competitive. oh well. at the game, i'll just look forward to hanging out and eating the tasty garlic fries.
to my last commenter, i'm pretty sure that my diarrhea is caused by my topamax medication. i'm sort of worried about my permanently medicated state. taking four drugs for the rest of my life can't be good for me. side effects, you know? i mean, for example, diarrhea is not normal, and having this for years on end cannot be healthy. doesn't diarrhea mean you're dehydrated? hm. and who knows what other nasty side effects my other meds are wreaking havoc on my system. my mom is constantly nagging me about toning down on my meds, but i just think that if they're helping me with my tourette's, then i should stick with them. especially now, since my tics are worsening, i should definitely not cut back.
aside from toilet paper, i need to go to target and buy some light bulbs. my main living lamp is this double-bulb torchiere. and who would have thunk it, but both the bulbs burned out within a week of each other. what a coincidence. so now, i'm using the dining room lamp and the reading corner lamp to illuminate my living room. it's nice mood lighting, but definitely too dim for normal usage. i hate running errands for practical stuff like this. it's like buying socks; so boring, but a necessity.
i wonder what it's like to be a star college athlete like brook lopez. to be 19, regularly featured on tv, and so popular. well, i guess it's not as big as a hollywood child star, but still, it's pretty big. one difference, though, is that there's a lot of pressure on you to perform when you're an athlete. you have the pride of an entire school and all the alums riding on your shoulders. that's a heavy burden. i think i'd crack. but yeah, i'm so proud of my cardinal team. and tonight, the 2nd seeded women play. even though i don't root for them as much, i still have even higher hopes for them to go deep into the tournament.
ok. taking off soon. errand time. *snore*
friday night, i had dinner at hunan chili (peter's alleged "favorite" restaurant) with peter, alan and ting. then, peter called up some of his other friends, and we wound up having a big group of 8 or 9. we ordered way too much food, but for the most part it was pretty good. peter's dish (spicy napa cabbage) got a lot of jeers, but it turned out to be good: crisp and fresh. afterwards, we got boba, and peter left the leftovers on a table outside tea era for someone else to take. hm.
saturday, paul, leeya, nelson and i hit valley fair mall for some food court grubbage. they were craving mongolian bbq, but i didn't like great khan's because of the lack of chili paste. so i got fried clams and clam choweder at ivar's instead. those are the only two ways i'll eat shellfish. leeya really knows how to pile on the ingredients, and she showed nelson how to do it, too, and nelson wound up with a monstrous portion, which he only dented and saved for the next day.
afterwards, we went to santana row, where paul went on a search for coffee mugs for his brand new (and extremely expensive) coffee/espresso maker. we hit crate and barrel and sur la table, but he didn't find anything he liked. then, we went to best buy looking for blu ray discs (leeya and paul are collecting them), but walked out empty handed.
when i got home, the glory started. stanford vs. marquette, second round of the NCAA's. the game was tight throughout, and our coach trent johnson got ejected with three minutes to go in the first half. you should have seen the reaction from our assistant head coach. after trent got the finger, the assistant buried his head in his hands. HAHAAHAH. then, marquette went on an 11-1 run, and all looked lost. we managed to score the last 5 points in the first half to cut marquette's lead to 6.
the second half was close, and robin lopez had a chance to put us up by 1 with seconds to go. but, he missed a free throw, and we were tied. marquette drove down the court and missed its shot, sending us to overtime. we traded three-pointers by mcneal with layups by brook lopez. then, we had the ball down by 1 with like 9 seconds to go. inbound to mitch johnson. pass to brook lopez. crazy leaner by brook. rattle. and IN with 1.2 seconds to go. and then, marquette's halfcourt pass stolen by mitch. STANFORD WINS BY ONE! CRAZINESS!
i was screaming so loud my throat hurt. (yes, i scream even when i'm watching the game by myself). i immediately called up cindyY. she was like, "i LOVE brook lopez. i fucking LOVE brook lopez." i told her she could look up his e-mail address on stanford.edu. she said that she was gonna do it. :) then, i called up jack. and then peter. i couldn't fucking believe it. we overcame our second round jinx and made it to the sweet sixteen. and that made my entire weekend, hell, my year.
and then, i picked up nelson, and we went to mikeT's birthday party. we made pizzas from scratch. they were pretty tasty. and the whole night, for the next 7 hours or so, aside from a little bit of wii tennis, rock band was played. we downloaded three oasis songs (which is why we played wii tennis, while they were being downloaded), and i played drums for "wonderwall" and "don't look back in anger." i love oasis. i drank 4 sodas that night. damn, i really need to cut down on soda consumption. i also had two whiskey's (black label) early on, but i decided i wasn't going to get drunk that night. i got home at 2:30am, and fell asleep at 4am.
sunday, i woke up just in time to see the mavericks lose to the spurs, and worse yet, dirk nowitzki went down with a knee/ankle injury. shit. i really think we're going to miss the playoffs. then, john, mikeC and i grabbed some taco bell and then went over to a nearby park to play some basketball. john and i played pig (i won, PI to PIG), and then greg came over, and we played 2-on-2 (we lost, 4-7). it was very tiring, playing out in the sun. then, we went to watch the other guys play volleyball.
jim got me, and we played horse (i won, no letters to HORSE), and then, john and aimee came over to play horse. we gave aimee a three-shot to one handicap, and she beat us all! haha. that might be a big handicap, but i gotta hand it to her, she made some good shots, including multiple three pointers. we left around 5 or so, and i went home and just passed out for two hours. i didn't even hear my phone ring when john called me.
then, john, mikeC and i went to curry house. the wait was long, and i was not impressed with the food or the price. i ordered "hot" curry, and it was not spicy at the very least. i might go back there again just to try their "extra hot" curry, but other than that, it wasn't a good eating experience.
after that, i joined paul and leeya at tap ex to round out the night.
overall, it was a great weekend. aside from the nap, i had no down time, and i was fully occupied. awesome.