damn. i was in the middle of a good dream this morning, but then i got a call from william that interrupted it. in the dream, i was just about to talk to my old high school friend, amie. she's the only blonde girl that i've ever really liked (or been in love with). we were on the academic decathlon team together my junior year, and we were pretty close. i don't think she liked me back the way i felt for her, but she did flirt with me. (like, she held my hand and even gave me a kiss on my cheek and stuff.) she's a lawyer in nairobi now, so there's no chance i'll ever get to see her anytime soon. i wonder what she looks like now. fyi, if you've ever gotten an e-mail from me, the "von" that i use in my name is an homage to her.
i got a real treat today. one of my friends described her dump to me in graphic detail. it was a real doozy (it was one of those that looked like a bunch of sphere glued together), and to tell you the truth, i felt really jealous that she had such a glorious shit. the last solid poo i had was last summer when i went to taiwan. the first morning, i had a tiny but unmistakeably non-liquid dump. my theory is that it was because i was dehydrated (i didn't go to the bathroom once during the 10+ hour flight), so there was no water to contribute to the diarrhea. sigh. i would do it again (i.e. not drink water for a whole day), but my fear of getting a kidneystone trumps my desire for a solid turd expulsion.
whoops. i have a meeting. will be back in an hour.
man, at the meeting, they used the phrase "peel the onion" like half a dozen times. i got annoyed.
how come food coloring doesn't filter out into our piss? i thought of that as i took a leak a few moments ago. i drink a lot of blue and red gatorade, and i always thought it'd be neat if i peed in different colors. when greg cooked baked beets, he got pink urine. (i only ate like 2-3 pieces, so i wasn't similarly affected.) that would be cool. or green, too!
it's going to be a lot of basketball watching for me this weekend. mavericks vs. lakers tonight (although i think i'll miss the game due to dinner), men's final four on saturday, and women's final four on sunday. i'm rooting for ucla in the men's, and (of course) stanford in the women's.
re: giving head in the car. a few years ago, i was driving behind this car, and i was stopped behind it at a red light. it looked like there was only a guy driving. but all of a sudden, i saw a women's head pop up from the guy's lap and into the front passenger's seat. !! she must have been giving him a blowjob! haha. the thing is, assuming that i can get off from a blowjob alone (which has never happened to me), i think it would be hard to pop off because i'd be concentrating on driving. when i'm about to come, my brain tends to shut off, and my eyes stop focusing for a while. bad news when i'm behind the wheel, no?
i've gotten a sugar high from dr pepper before. after playing tennis one time, i had three cans in the span of like 9 minutes. i started shaking. hm. maybe it wasn't the sugar, but the caffeine. yeah, it must have been the caffeine, because i didn't crash afterwards. i just stopped shaking, and i didn't suffer any ill effects afterwards.
so do sexually active people sleep naked a lot? what i mean is, you usually get naked when you have sex, right? so afterwards, do you put your clothes back on, or do you just fall into a sex coma and slumber naked? none of my friends admit to sleeping naked, but i know they have sex, so that puzzles me. i have slept naked for over a decade now, and that's a rule that i impose on my gf's. it's just practical when you're sexually active. you don't have to bother with the hassle of ripping each other's clothes off (although that can be a sexy act, i admit), and you don't have to spend money and buy pajamas and stuff. it's just easy access and the smart choice.
last night, after having dinner with nelson at pizza chicago (ah, love the great chicago fire pizza), we went over to paul's and watched _black hawk down_ on blu-ray. man, i just can't handle war movies. (ok, technically it wasn't a war, but rather, a military excursion.) the graphic violence gets to me. severed bodies, blown-off fingers, surgical scenes, etc. i get deeply disturbed. i think it all went downhill for me after seeing the first 15 minutes of _saving private ryan_. i just lost my stomach for the stuff. but otherwise, blu-ray is beautiful. however, paul's tv has this 120-hz thing that made the action look really weird, like fake and stuff. i think the temporal interpolation engine isn't quite right.
ok, i'm tired. i wanna go home. have a good weekend!