so yesterday, after i finished typing up my blog entry, i double clicked a contact on my yahoo messenger, and my IE browser windows all crashed. then, my virus scanner window popped up and told me that i was infected. wtf? so today, the IT guy scanned my hard drive for *three hours* and cleaned the virus out, and i wasn't able to work for that amount of time. it was ridiculous. at least part of those three hours was during my lunch break with william and charles. fucking viruses. they ruined my productivity!
last night, after work, i went to safeway and bought grace a big tweety bird helium balloon for her birthday. for my birthday last year, she got me a big elmo balloon, so i thought i'd return the favor. the cool thing about this balloon i got her is that if you tapped/punched it, it would sing. how cool is that? (it was one expensive balloon, though, hehe.) i met up with her and her volleyball team at the boardwalk in los altos at 10pm after they were finished playing, and when she saw she balloon, i think she was pleasantly surprised. then, i told her to punch it, and she hit it right into my face. :)
the boardwalk is a pretty cool place. it was late, so i was pretty hungry by then. i had a reuben (pastrami, sauerkraut and swiss on rye), and it was very tasty. i also got some spicy curly fries, and the other people got two pizzas. i think i'll go there again when i get a group of people looking for a place to eat.
my stomach is expanding. i find myself getting hungry more often, and the hunger pangs are very strong when i get them. hm. this is not good in my quest to drop my weight by 5-10 pounds. i need more willpower to eat less!
i'm going to cut out of work early today and get a haircut. for haircut days, i pull an old shirt out of my hamper and wear it, because i know i'll get stray hair follicles all over it. so today, i'm wearing a polo shirt that i spilled in 'n out special sauce on a few weeks back. (no, the shirt doesn't smell.)
after lunch, i got a pretty bad stomachache on the drive back. luckily, i wasn't driving, so i just writhed in pain (in a discreet manner) in the passenger seat. i quickly said goodbye to william and charles and hurried myself to the bathroom. the dump came out all crackly, and the weird thing was that my turds were fuzzy! yeah, like thick strands of carpet or something. something about last night's reuben and curly fries must have done it. *ponder*
when i'm on the toilet, i get a weird compulsion to text message people. i don't know why. but, i just feel bored, and i find myself wanting to text my friends. so if you get a random message from me on your phone, just know that i might have just taken a dump. :)
i have a feeling that this weekend might be sort of boring. pretty much the entire bowling gang is going camping (there are like 14 of them going), and they are my usual meal companions. the reason why i'm not going with them is that i'm going to jay and margaret's baby shower. i'm looking forward to that, because it'll be yet another time all 5 of us bay area stanford drawmates will be together (very rare, and in consecutive weekends, too!), but the rest of the weekend will be very bare, i have a feeling. rats.
maybe i'll ask the new eharmony girl if she wants to meet up. although, it's a bit premature; we've only exchanged like 1.1 messages (that 0.1 message from her being a "hope you had a nice weekend. i'm chinese."), and i still don't have a good idea of what she looks like. (her one picture in her profile is way oversaturated and washed out.) the main reason why i'm a bit interested in her is that she's not fugly (as most eharmony girls are) in that one semi-picture, and she's 5'7". that's a good height.
you know, if i married a masseuse, i would feel guilty asking her for a massage without paying her. i dunno. i'm so used to paying for that service that getting a free regular massage from my wife would feel like stealing or something. *shrug* if she did it because she says she loved me, i wouldn't believe it, and i would think it's out of obligation because she's married to me. hm. i guess it would be like marrying a prostitute or porn star and then having sex with her.
ok. it's past 6pm. time to get that haircut. SYTYCD tonight!