November 2004
NOVEMBER 29, 2004 :: 11:54PM Happy Belated Thanksgiving!
Jammin' to Track 03... feelin' cold as fuck.Woo hoo, Happy Let's-all-pig-out-and-not-work-for-4-days Day!
So I'm a few days late.
This weekend was a good one. I got a lot of rest, accomplished almost everything I needed to, and most of all, stuffed myself with good eats all weekend long. I got off work at 3:30 on Wednesday and don't remember what I did the rest of the night. Nothing, probably. Thursday, I did a whole lotta nothing until around 4:00PM when we all headed over to the festivities in Panorama Shitty. I made brownies a la Duncan Hines, and they were a hit. Thanks, Duncan! There was the traditional turkey, mashed potatoes and what not, but it was mostly Filipino food. Mmm mmm! Living away from home sure makes you appreciate a home-cooked meal.
Friday and Saturday were uneventful, and Sunday I cleaned all day. I also rearranged the furniture in my bedroom. Definitely for the better; my room looks a lot bigger and prettier, yey. I ordered a framed print that should be arriving tomorrow. I haven't decided whether I want to put it above my bed, or elsewhere. I may want to put shelving above my bed, and the print to the left of it. We shall see! I'll take pictures when it's all done.
Last night it was so unfuckingbelievingly cold, and I only had a flat sheet as a blanket. I was curled up in the fetal position trying to keep warm, and woke up sore all over. To add to my sob story, I was coughing all night, ran out of water and had to piss like a horse. How-ev-er, it was too damn cold to get out of bed. I woke up sore and grumpy at 7:30AM.
In order to avoid the same ordeal tonight, after work I stopped by Bed, Bath & Beyond and bought a down comforter. I stuffed it in my pretty duvet cover and now I'm nice and warm. Oooh! I also bought a new pillow. I used to have four, but left a pillow in Vegas the last time I was there. So I had a pair of pillows and a poor third wheel that always tagged along and never felt wanted. Now the third pillow has a friend.
Speaking of friendly pillows... time to make nice with mine.
NOVEMBER 23, 2004 :: 12:11AM New RAW FILES entry
Jammin' to nothing... feelin' ... just read the entry.Title: Under Pressure
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NOVEMBER 21, 2004 :: 10:56PM Artest vs. The "Fans"
Jammin' to nothing... feelin' appauled.[soap box]
It seems everyone, non-NBA fans included, has an opinion on the Pacers-Pistons catastrophe, and it's my turn to express mine.
First and foremost, I blame everyone. I blame the sore-loser fans, hot-headed Artest, butt-insky Jackson, and instigator Wallace. The lot of 'em! But let's break it down, fault by fault. Artest's hard foul on Wallace was NOT flagrant, and Wallace should have kept his cool but of course when you're down by 15 [?] with 46 seconds left to go, you feel the need to make up for it somehow. Artest kept his cool and separated himself from the situation, yet Wallace felt the need to show his machismo by throwing a towel at him. Then comes the flying cup of beer that started it all.
Bottom line - Artest should NOT have gone into the stands. That's obvious. However, no matter how much you paid for your ticket it gives you NO right to abuse the players. If you go to the zoo, and you throw your bag of popcorn at a bear, you think it's gonna give a shit what's right or wrong in that situation? He's gonna fucking maul your sorry ass. While Artest is supposed to be a professional athlete, some may argue that he's not too far off from a wild animal.
Stephen Jackson and Jermaine O'Neal were totally out of line from what I saw, but I will refrain from forming an opinion on those two until I watch the video again and see where they came into play.
My personal message to those two idiots who walked onto the court expecting to face up with the Pacers: YOU FUCKING MORONS, YOU DESERVED WHAT YOU GOT. What the fuck are you thinking, walking out onto the court like that during a semi-riot?? Did you fucking think that someone--ANYONE was gonna hold Artest back? Were you trying to show your girlfriends how big your cahones are? Do you realize you're going after HIGHLY emotionally charged, 280+lb., 6'5"+ basketball players?? Were you hoping that you'd show how macho you are, but get bailed out by security before anyone got close to you? HAH! I can't help but laugh uncontrollably everytime I see your asses get KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT on SportsCenter. Maybe next time you will think twice before you try and go toe to toe with someone who could easily rip your sack off with one swift movement. Oh yes, I'm sure you'll be the "winner" in the end with your million-dollar lawsuit. You are what's wrong with this country. I hope you're proud.
In conclusion, the suspensions as they stand are fitting. But to be perfectly honest, I'd do the same thing if it meant putting those drunk and moronic fans in their place. I'd like to see them try that shit with a random guy on the street. That'd be a sight to see.
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NOVEMBER 19, 2004 :: 09:54AM New song on the radio.
Jammin' to the new song on the radio... feelin' like I like the new song on the radio.So someone pointed out to me that I'd had the same song on the player for the last month [at least]. The truth is I am one lazy sonavabitch and hoped no one would notice but APPARENTLY someone did. =P However I am still not unlazy enough to encode a new song so a recycled song it is!
NOVEMBER 19, 2004 :: 12:51AM Whore-chata!
Jammin' to a Barry Manilow song... feelin' sleepy!I have been getting shit for sleep lately. Thank goodness for the weekend. Lots of ZZZs I need to catch over the next couple days.
We went grocery shopping tonight... sort of. I don't know why but it seems like whenever I go grocery shopping, all I end up buying is a bunch of snack items. For example we bought a lot of yogurt, some peaches in a can [they were put there by a man... in a factory downtown...] brownie mix, cookie dough, juice, milk, King's hawaiian bread [mmm!], cottage cheese, butter, and of course, horchata! Mmmm, horchata. I think I am making up for my deprived childhood when my mother never bought us anything "cool" to eat.
Friday evening we have tickets to the taping of this year's American Idol Christmas special. HEHEHE... I don't know if I wrote about it but we were able to attend last year's taping as well. Last year my mom won them on the radio. This year we got them free as well. Should be fun again! Afterwards, I'm heading down to San Diego to spend my birthday with the family.
Oh yeah, so my birthday is on Saturday. Holy motha.... this year went by too quickly. How old will I be? Shiet.... 5...6... plus 8... carry the 2.... I'll be 23!! Wowsers. I don't feel old yet. I think I will officially feel old when I turn 24. =P Don't have any big plans, as usual. I missed out on the friends' annual November Babies BBQ because my car was still in the shop. Boo hoo hoo... guess my parents, brother and I will just go out to dinner. Boy what a gripping life I lead.
Well damn, no wonder I haven't been getting enough sleep. It's almost 1am and I'm not even yawning yet. Alright, time to force myself to sleep.
NOVEMBER 16, 2004 :: 12:59AM My eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.
Jammin' to Soldier by Destiny's Child... feelin' nauseated.Gawd I hate Beyonce. But I like this song...
I am dreading tomorrow [today]. Tomorrow [today] is the day I finally get my car back, at least I hope. However, as mentioned in the previous entry, the car is being held ransom for thousands of dollars. I had projected somewhere in the neighborhood of $3,500, but now it's looking more like $4,000+. Holy motherfucking shit. FUCK!! I wasn't trying to think about it earlier but now it's really hitting me. That is a month's salary after taxes. That is turbo kit for a Prelude, with tuning! That is a nice set of 18" Kinesis wheels with new rubber. That is two mortgage payments. And you know what else? That is how much it costs to get my car dry, my window working, and my starter spinning. So why didn't I do this myself? There's so much rust under there I would have just dug myself into a deeper hole. It's becoming reeeeally hard to be happy about my long-awaited 911. But it's all worth it... I think.
So back to the topic at hand. Oh Beyonce, oh Beyonce, why do I hate thee so much? I didn't mind her all that much, in fact I liked her a lot, before she launched her solo career [which would be nothing if it weren't for Jay-z... no wonder she's sucking him off exclusively]. Is it her knappy ass blonde hair? Her Thanksgiving turkey, line-backer legs? Her weird ass stomach that isn't exactly flabby, but not so flat either? Her holier than thou beliefs, yet "tonight, I'll be your naughty girl" lyrics? All of the above? Possibly. Everytime I see her on TV, I just want to poke her in the eye with my fork. Not that I always have a fork handy while I'm watching TV but...
NOVEMBER 13, 2004 :: 06:21PM Confusion.
Jammin' to Rachael Ray on the tube... feelin' disoriented.Don't you hate it when you take a much-needed, mid-day nap but wake up feeling nauseous and unhinged? Especially when you fall asleep in daylight and then wake up when the sun is almost gone but not quite. You have to figure out if it's 6PM or 6AM. It's happened before where I've gotten ready for work at 6:30 on a Sunday evening.
Hmmm... so anyway, there seems to be a bit of confusion surrounding my last entry. It's not only about a certain person or one certain thing. It's a collection of things, and it only sounds sup3r serious because I was feeling quite bitchy at the time. But if you must know, the "things" I needed to eliminate are my bad habits of.. well... let's not get into that.
My car has been in the shop for 8 days!! :dies: My oil leak turned out to be more than I could handle, and I was due for my 30K mile maintenance so into the hospital it went. While it's in there, the doctors are fixing my pane. Heh heh, get it, my window pane? HAH! [I stole that from the most clever ad slogan I've ever heard... "The glass doctor... we fix your panes."] And while I'll be SOOO FREEEKING HAPPY to finally get it back on Monday, I am NOT looking forward to the $3,xxx check I'm going to have to write before I get the keys back. Yes folks, you read it right. Over $3,000 maintenance bill. Fuckin' a.
How sad... I've had my car for a little over a month and have only been able to drive it for two weeks. I'm getting cabin fever here!!!! I guess now's a good time as any to watch the DVDs I rented.
NOVEMBER 01, 2004 :: 03:21AM Did you set your clocks back?
Jammin' to nothing... feelin' tired as hell.We just got home from a long weekend in San Diego. We usually leave by 8 or 9 o'clock, but tonight my sister decided that she would watch Desperate Housewives first, and that we'd [by which I mean "I'd"] make the two hour drive home at 10PM. The uncomfortable guest bed, along with the time change fucked my internal clock up enough - I woke up at 8AM!! I stayed awake long enough to get home safely, but I'll tell ya what. I ain't driving home that late again.
So I think I've gotta make some changes in my life. It's time to cut certain things - and people out of my life. These "things" are only bringing me down; I feel like I'm sacrificing a lot of my sanity while not getting any kind of return on it. It's like an emotional high-risk, low-yield bond. Anyone could tell you that that shit ain't good and not worth investing in. No use wasting time on people that don't give a shit how they make you feel, right? Right-o.
ANYWAY. I've got many-a project planned for the 911. Project 1 is now complete - suspension. Next is just maintenance; starter, obligatory oil leak and the driver's side window. The glass separated itself from the rail and now it won't go down. That means no drive-thru fast food for me! For now at least. The oil leak is just the inevitable Porsche oil leak. Nothing that worries me too much right now, but I'm going to check it out the next free weekend I have. Aaand my starter motor is shot. Time for replacing!
And now, it's time for bed.
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