man, it was an early start today. my alarm went off at 7:30am, and i drove to this place called "custom alignment" to get my tires done. it took 2 full hours, so here's what i did: i walked to mcdonald's to get breakfast, then i went to krispy kreme and ate one hot-off-the-press glazed donut, then i bought a bottle of water there, then i went to petsmart to watch some dogs play and guinea pigs and hamsters run around as well as buy alan and ting's dog a gift, then i went to starbucks and drank a scalding hot hazelnut latte. pretty eventful two hours, i think. after i picked up my car, i went to best buy and bought a $129 jawbone (not jabra) bluetooth headset, as today the california hands-free cell phone law takes effect. this thing is advertised to have "military-grade technology," so it had better be good for such an expensive price tag.
man, my car's tires rock. my car is quiet now, and it floats like it's a boat. i love it. i'm really glad i took the extra effort to change my order (twice) to get these bridge potenza pole position's. and they were actually $25 (each) cheaper than the other crappy tires that i chose. yay!
no, i have never been in a fight before. the thought of it scares me to death. i mean, what if i get horribly disfigured or permanently injured? how does a fight end? when one person gets knocked unconscious? is there a point where you can say, "i give up, you win?" ugh. i mean, are there rules to a fistfight? what if a guy busts out his keys? these are things that i hopefully will never find out firsthand.
zz, i did not mean to put down nelson's recommendation. he definitely has decent taste in food, although he curiously dislikes japanese food. however, i stand by my declaration that the restaurant's jun pad poo was really bad. i am a jun pad poo connoisseur, and what siam taste made was definitely not good.
i've noticed that the difference between waking up rested or groggy can be the difference of a few minutes. like today, i woke up at 7:07 on my own, and i felt great. however, i fell back asleep, and when my alarm clock went off at 7:30, i was in the middle of a dream, and i felt really shitty. i've heard that it depends if you get interrupted in a REM state or not. so the lesson here is that i should just get up when i'm in a good state and not try to milk my sleeping time, huh? especially when it's just a matter of a few more minutes of sleep.
so for the second straight outing, someone drew blood from me during basketball. when i got back, i noticed this red mark on my left thumb, and i thought i had a bloody nose or something. however, when i tried wiping it off, it started stinging really badly. damn. basketball is brutal. btw, i played awfully today. i made just one shot, and i had numerous airballs. ugh. at least i sweated a lot, so i got a good workout.
i am fairly positive that one of my friends doesn't know what the word "muff" means. she said on an evite that she's bringing "muff and butt" (her dogs muffin and buttercup) to a picnic, and i remarked that it sounds like a porn video name. so she said i was gross and changed it to "muff and butter." hehe. yeah, so i will have to sit her down and explain the word "muff" to her. i would love to see the expression on her face when she finally realizes what it means.
two of my friends are getting married in vegas on july 4th. it's a small (like parents only or something like that) ceremony, with a formal reception to follow later on in the month. anyways, the cool thing is that they're webcasting the vegas ceremony live. if i'm around that night, i'm going to watch. i wonder if they'll have enough bandwidth if a lot of people tune in. did something like this happen with some victoria's secret fashion show webcast?
i just scraped out an ingrown nipple hair. i hate it when i get these. they feel all prickly and uncomfortable, and i have to scratch the hell of them with my fingernails (or tweezers) to get the hair to pop out. usually this results in my nipples getting rubbed raw, and sometimes it bleeds, too. does anybody else get these? what do you do with your nipple hair?
i am slowly inching to 200 friends on facebook. i had no idea i would get this far. i mean, i don't really hang out with that many people on a day-to-day basis, and i certainly didn't think i knew i had this many acquaintances. i think if i ever hit 200, that'll be about it. i am amazed that some people have like 400 to over 1,000 friends. how do you keep track of that many faces and names? it astounds me. but my question is: of all these people, how many of them would you invite to your wedding? i venture to say that the number is only a small fraction.
my big problem with getting early is that i smoke more if i do it. like today, before noon, i had already smoked 6 cigarettes. granted, a big reason why the number was so high was because i was bored while waiting for my car's tire service, and i smoke a lot when i have nothing to do. but still, i'm trying to keep my limit at half a pack a day, and one key to doing that is to stay awake less hours during the day.
oh, btw, here is a picture of me and jo-ann that barden took at her and ricky's wedding reception. you can sort of see that beautiful club monaco shirt that i was raving about. what's better about it (that you can't see) is that my cuffs are also white. the cuffs and the collar are what make the shirt awesome. i hope to find another occasion to wear this shirt again.
what causes people to drool when they sleep? how come it doesn't always happen? i once fell sleep with my head on top of an open book, and my drool was so thick and plentiful that it soaked right through the pages of the book. it was disgusting, and the book was pretty much ruined, like all the pages were stuck together. another time, i slept on top of a black page of a _national geographic_, and my forehead got so hot and moist that it melted the ink, so when i sat up, my forehead was all black. i didn't know this, so when my friend amie saw me, she started laughing hysterically, and i had no clue why until i looked in a mirror.
all righty then. almost time to go home.