damn. i really wanted to see _made of honor_ get good reviews, but so far, it got 1.5/4 stars in the mercury news and 12% on rottentomatoes.com. ouch. when i saw the previews, it look kind of charming, even though it was pretty much the exact same plot as _my best friend's wedding_, only with the gender roles reversed. but i really enjoyed MBFW, so i figured i'd like this movie, too.
i've dated my best friend before. it was awesome. we were best friends before we hooked up, so it was actually kind of torturous, that whole period where we both really liked each other but didn't if the other one reciprocated the emotion. but when we finally got together, it was amazing. i don't know if that'll ever happen to me again. (but maybe it's a good thing, because it puts a lot of pressure on the relationship.)
i've got a busy day tomorrow. brunch with sonya (who i haven't seen in years), a possible red mango expedition in the afternoon, a gombei outing for dinner, a taiko concert at 8 at stanford (you should come; it's at dinkelspiel auditorium), and paul and mikeC's birthday party afterwards. i'm gonna be exhausted, i think. yet, i am really looking forward to all those events. it's gonna be fun. and sunday, i think hr girl and i are finally going to be able to meet up; i haven't seen her in like two years!
i might have shit in my pants today. i'm not sure. i farted in my cube, and then i felt something weird between my ass cheeks. i did some more work in my cube, and when i shifted my butt in my seat, i felt some more strangeness. so i finally rushed over into the bathroom, got in a stall, and wiped my ass. i didn't look at the toilet paper, though, so i don't actually know if i leaked anything out.
i've realized that i have more responsibilities at work that i can handle. since a lot of people left, i'm taking care of a lot of old blocks and legacy knowledge. some apps people came by with questions, and i didn't have a clue how to answer them. and then, i got slapped with some debugging requests for a block that i'm taking care of, but i don't know how it works. this kind of stuff really makes me feel inadequate and helpless. i need to bone up and study all these things that i've inherited; it's definitely one thing i need to get a grasp of to improve my importance in this company.
so last night, i saw the nambla episode of _south park_. wow. nambla. i've known about their existence before, but today, i went to their website and read a little bit of their literature. they're really serious about having sex with boys! i couldn't believe it. how can they claim that these relationships are consentual? little kids don't understand what the hell they're doing! that's pretty messed up.
i don't remember what it is that i wanted to do to the girls i liked before i knew what sex was. maybe it was just hugging and kissing? *ponder* i mean, my first crush was when i was like 4 years old, on this girl named kathy. she had a twin sister named kay, but i definitely thought kathy was cuter. what's really funny and odd is that much later on in my life, i saw a picture of the two of them, and they looked identical to me. so yeah, i started liking girls really early on; i never thought they had cooties or anything. but i never wanted to "do" them until i knew about sex, so i forget what sort of physical things i wanted to do.
in sixth grade, i made a computerized database (programmed in BASIC) of all the couples and rumored couples and wishlist couples (like me and the girl i liked). it didn't just list names; it also had some crude comments, like "bill wants to have a dick connection with mary." i made it password protected and everything, and i only showed it to my closest friends. somehow, word got out about it, and i became famous in school for having this "secret couples list." hehe. it was like major gossip and everything.
my crush in late elementary school was this girl named brooke. it started in 4th grade and continued all the way through until i graduated 6th grade. she wore these glasses that magnified her eyes to a ridiculous degree. so yeah, my eyeglass fetish started with her, and it goes strong to this very day, haha. i remember in 4th grade, we all gave each other valentine's cards, and i wrote with painstakingly perfect handwriting "to: brook" on her card. yes, i spelled her name wrong. how fucking embarrassing. i must not have been very popular in elementary school, because i got a lot of cards that had "i don't mean this" scribbled next to the "i'm gushing over you!" or "my heart is bubbling!" or other generic valentine greeting.
ah, valentine's. i hate v-day. never was a fan of the holiday. i don't know why women put so much pressure on their men on 2/14. it's just a random date in the year, you know? just because i said i didn't think this day was special and i wasn't going to do anything special, i've had a razor thrown at me (while i was naked and vulnerable), and i've had the girl chew me out (loudly) in the middle of a quiet restaurant. ugh.
i think it's time to cut my toenails. yesterday, when i took off my shoe, i noticed a red blotch on my sock. i didn't think too much of it until i took off that sock, and i realized that blotch was a blood stain. apparently, my toenail had cut a hole in the neighboring toe, which i found curious because i didn't feel it when it happened. hm. well, yeah. time to trim those suckers down.
ok. time to get ready to leave. a few e-mails to write, and i'm off. a (hopefully) fun weekend awaits!