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freud Wednesday October 30
halloween
i missed most of the costume parties last weekend because i had to study. i'm not going trick-or-treating. i don't even know if we're going to get trick-or-treaters. but, even in my total lack of seasonal support, i do have a badass pumpkin (thanks to guido).
grrrr Tuesday October 29
i am so displeased with the world right now that i belong behind the counter at the dmv -- exactly where i just came from.
i have lived with todd long enough now that the dmv is beginning to confuse the two of us. they've always hated him. in fact, all governmental bodies do. now, however, they're starting to get me, as well. hopefully, i can get a driver's license soon, well before the "police" end of todd's bad luck infects me. cut to the dmv, 4:30pm:
"may i help you?" says the old man, without looking up from his computer screen. he reeks of bitter angst and tobacco.
"i lost my wallet, and i need a new driver's license." i state, deciding that he didn't need the story. he works at the dmv for a living; i don't think he would enjoy hearing about moving pants. he then asks for my social security number, full name, and other vital information.
"he must be looking for something to hate me for," i reason, as he is looking through different screens for about thirty seconds. finally, and you know he knows the answer already because of the computer screens, he finally looks at me.
"you have a state id?" he asks, eyebrow cocked.
i know that he knows i don't have a state id. moreover, his intonation suggests that he expects every resident should possess both acceptable forms of state identification: a driver's license and a state id card. however, in a college town, a state id card is only used as a secondary id by the greek system to give to their pledge kids so they can get into the bars together. naturally, i don't have one. i'm twenty, and i don't have time to go out to murphy's anymore anyway.
"ah, no. essentially everything i had id-wise was in that wallet; student id, credit cards, so on so forth." i offer, looking for sympathy from the old man.
instead, he laughs condescendingly.
"well, you're going to need a hell of a lot of identification," he says with self-amusement and gusto.
he really said "hell", and he really meant it. at a time like this, using logic to fool a man so clearly in control of the situation is a mistake:
"i got my motorcycle license last year, so i have a recent picture and signature on file in your computer system. i mean, because, you guys save those pictures and whatnot. and i can sign something. can't you just look it up, look at me, and compare?"
"you said you have a signed document with you?" he asks, obviously misunderstanding or not listening to what i had said.
"no, but i could sign something and show you that my signature matches the one on file and that i look like the guy you have a picture for." i thought i was being crafty. finally understanding what i am implicating, he proceeds to tell me How Its Going To Be.
"it has to be pre-signed. you can't sign here, i need to see something that has already been signed."
i briefly considered asking him if the check that i use to pay for the replacement license constitutes a valid signed document. then i realize i am at the dmv, and this is one angry old man. i am sure that i will have to go back at this point, so i try to cut my losses:
"what can i bring that will get me a new id?"
eventually, we determine collectively that out of all remaining id i have right now my passport is the only thing that will get me out of this mess. however, he seemed to think i was an idiot for not bringing my passport to go get a replacement driver's license. after all, it's not like i look exactly like the guy who's picture is attached to the file i want a new license for. it's also not convincing enough that we share the same signature, or that i can name any statistic about him that he asks for.
to make it all worse, since i was way out in boofoo champaign, i stopped at the bakery outlet to pick up butternut honey wheat bread. todd knows what i'm talking about, this stuff is the shiznat. anyway, i pulled out my checkbook to pay for my $4.04 purchase, and the cashier politely informed me that checks numbered under 500 are not accepted.
i then asked him if he was aware of the fact that one can request checks printed with any number sequence on them. he seemed to not understand the implications of this fact, and i further explained that because i always use my debit card, my check numbers are still in the 100s. however, he adopted the "i'm-just-the-employee" stonewall approach, which i can respect. he's just doing his job. his job is, for clarification, being a follow-the-rules drone who works at a bakery outlet.
lastly, i went to pick up a new student id. the id center closes at 5. i got there at 5:10pm. it's been one of those days. however, nathan and i are off to see they might be giants for free tonight, so i can't complain about that.
wilco Monday October 28
i have a lot of work to do this week in terms of midterms, cleaning for asako (our house is a mess), and seeing they might be giants tuesday night. but beyond all that, i'm going to have the hardest time not wanting to process the wilco recording i did last night. oh, and here's one of the pictures i took from backstage.
put that in your pipe and smoke it, jon.
the new philosophy Thursday October 24
there's a new philosophy on the block: don't worry about owing the federal government extra money. stay in school as long as possible, because you really like it there.
i was concerned about a month ago when i planned my course load for my remaining time at college. too many ece classes to take, silly gen-eds, and overall, a rigid outline. no freedom. but then reva said the other day: "take RHET 144 with me next semester." the title of the course is "introduction to narrative writing". i would love to take it. however, it contributes absolutely nothing to my graduation credits...so i told her that i only would if i could petition to have it count as a "composition ii" credit. but today i changed my mind again, with the new philosophy, remembering that the sole reason to go to college was not just a degree. what is my hurry to join the real world?
starting life means responsibility, jobs, and going to bed early on sunday night. i don't want that yet. but i'll tell you what i do want:
i want to take a class on narratives, even if it doesn't help me graduate in any way. i want to study in japan for a semester, just because. i want to sit at the urbana espresso royale for a couple more years and do homework until closing time drinking coffee. i want to wake up at 10am on fall saturdays to go eat tailgate potato salad. i want to record more shows on my minidisc player. i want to go to steak & shake at midnight with my friends. i want to play ultimate frisbee, even when it's too cold. i want to run into cute girl from math class whenever i can. i want to use courier new instead of times new roman. i want to make mix cds for people who tell me they've never heard of guster. i want to eat two meals for $5 at hot wok on university and goodwin. i want to wear socks with sandals in november and hear about it from all my fashion-consciencious friends. i want to skip class to eat breakfast. i want to outsmart the assignment. i want to take pictures of everything. i want to sit around on a thursday afternoon and smile at everything around me.
i want to look back someday and smile as i realize i did everything i wanted to do.
all right, we're done with that Wednesday October 23
i'm not going to talk about the wallet anymore. if it ever shows up, i'll say so. however, i'll say this:
i walked into busey bank today, being the same bank that makes a regular habit of laughing at todd's inability to keep track of his overdrafts. my intention: cancel the debit/credit card attached to my checking account. i walked over to sabrina, an account executive, and sat down.
"i've lost my wallet, and i don't think it was stolen, but either way, i want to cancel my busey check card."
"okay, i can help you with that. can i see some id?"
she really said this. i'm not even kidding. seriously.
"no, you can't. i told you, i lost my wallet. however, that guy over there [i was pointing to brad, the teller who knows nathan and i on a first-name basis due to our last name] can vouch that i am who i am."
"brad, can you validate?" she asked loudly, indicating me.
he pauses a beat, looks at me, looks at her, and then yells out across the people waiting in line:
"yeah, he's one of those mak-daddies."
and as everyone looked, i was the coolest person in all of champaign-urbana for about, say, five seconds.
you play the detective Sunday October 20
all right, for those of you who haven't read the previous post, friday night my pants got moved and my wallet is missing. you're going to tell me where they went. this post has two parts:
- the facts & scene of the crime
- the "real" story: given the facts, go ahead and write "what actually happened". there are no guidelines; feel free to take any liberties that don't direct conflict with the information given.
the evidence:
at 1:30am on friday, october 18th, 2002, i went to bed alone in the third floor attic bedroom of my house on the 700 block of west california avenue. because i had to wake up early, i set my alarm and laid my pants next to my bed for easy retrieval in the morning:
i awoke to the following crime scene:
i was very disoriented and put on other pants to head out to work. after walking down two flights of stairs, i noticed my jeans in the living room on the floor:
now, a brief look at the facts resulting from the testimonies:
- housemates becca and guido were watching the big lebowski when i went to bed. they had a few people over, but these people did not go up to the second or third floor.
- housemate eric went to bed at approximately 2:30am, and he verified that no one went up into the attic prior to that. eric heard katy come in, he said her heard the door open twice. one time was katy, and the other time he was not sure of. he suggested that it was becca or guido going out for a cigarette.
- housemate katy came home at 3am. she had no one with her, and promptly went to sleep. she saw nothing of suspicion.
- roommate todd was not home all night. he returned after 9am on saturday morning.
- missing from the pants were three dollars cash, and one wallet that contained various id cards and a credit card that has my picture and name on it.
- guido's bookbag was on the living room couch, five feet right of where the pants were found, with its contents dumped out. nothing was reported missing.
those are the facts. it's time for the conspiracy theories. here are the theories that have already been written:
| >------ what others said |
and now your story.
| >------ what actually happened |
bed hair & thievery? Saturday October 19
this morning, eric and i both are suffering from amusing bed-hair. erin dickerson once said that she would like to have sexual relations with me such that the next day she could wake up and see what my hair had become. that scared me, and at that point i cut it. however, now, she's far, far away, and i'm free to let it all do what it wants.
however, more scary than erin dickerson propositioning me is what happened last night. the truth is, at the point, no one knows.
here's my version of the events, detective-style:
- at 11:45pm, i came home, made fried rice, watched the first twenty minutes of the big lebowski with becca and guido.
- at approximately 12:25am, i began a new set of pictures for my website, and cropped/edited/uploaded/described them.
- shortly after 1:30am, i went to bed. i distinctly remember laying my jeans down next to the bed, as i had to wake up at 8:30am to go to work. therefore, i could just slap them on and head out the door.
- around 6:45am, squirrels running all over our roof woke me up. noting i still had an hour and a half to rest, i lightly slept until my alarm at 8:30.
- at 8:35, i left my bed and my pants were missing. early-morning-what-the-hell-confusion ensued. put on other pair of pants, walked downstairs to see if someone had gone through my pants to borrow my car keys and neglected to bring them back. no one was awake. my car was outside. moreover, the pants were then found. in our living room. rolled up, on the floor in between the mail sorter and the plant.
- what ... the ... hell?
if someone were to steal my wallet and $3, they would have had to (a) climb two flights of stairs unnoticed by my roommates, (b) grab my pants off the floor (how would they have known in the first place?) in the utter darkness that is our attic at night, (c) carry said pants to our living room, (d) extract my wallet and $3, not even touching the other pockets, which contained a nice pocket watch and the car keys to the car parked out front, (e) and left the house equally unnoticed.
that's utterly ridiculous. so i called nate, maybe he knew what was up. voice mail. even now, this afternoon, i'm still getting voicemail. i think he may be a vital clue to figuring out what actually happened. everyone here went to bed around 3am, and no one saw anything. i did not wake up (i sleep like a rock). todd was at regan's.
moreover, when i returned from work, i learned that guido's bag had been overturned. nothing had been taken.
so why is this? in a house full of valuable stuff (my digital camera, a minidisc, a playstation ii, etc), why would someone do these things? obviously theft was not a primary goal -- my credit card even has my picture on it. there are thoughts that my wallet could be at work (where i was last night), but that (a) does not explain the $3, and (b) who the hell moved my pants between the hours of 3 and 7am?!
one more time
i realize y'all don't care about japan anymore -- nor did you in the first place, but the statute of limitations on you feeling obligated to care had not yet expired. anyway, i finally did some photo developing, and there final batches of japan pictures up in a new album. if you haven't figured out where i moved the pictures yet, click right brain -> media. there ya go, champ.
to drop...or not to drop? Friday October 18
just got my ece 229 (introduction to electromagnetic fields) midterm exam back. i scored lower than average, and with a curve, will most likely get a low C. i could drop the class, however this would require taking it again, which i don't want to do. in other news, however, i aced the japanese midterm, and got a B+ on a paper for the "i-think-everyone-is-smarter-than-me" literature class.
enough about class. let's talk about thought processes. last night jie (nathan's roommate) and i were talking about how the human brain is actually fully logical in its problem-solving processes, and he was telling me about his philosophy. poorly summed up here, jie essentially lists it like a flow chart: we have the start, and we have the end -- which is "happiness". for each of us, attaining the happiness state requires any number of presupposed conditions, and what those conditions are derive from our experiences, backgrounds, and social interactions.
to support this, he suggests a farmer in the middle of nowhere, whose only presupposed conditions are (a) supplying for his family and (b) harvesting a crop. naturally, he is satisfied with himself and life when he can accomplish this two things -- they are his conditions for happiness. however, this does not suggest that we should all live simply like farmers: jie and i both agreed that our mental capacities lend themselves to another presupposition: we must be learning to be happy. and with learning comes other conditions.
he even continued to talk about unhappy people, those who chase after certain conditions that just create more presuppositions for the final step -- as if satisfying one condition creates three more.
anyway, i thought it was very interesting, and jie wrote a paper on it for a dean. if you want to read it, i'm sure he'd let you. here's the rest of the story, though. sitting behind me throughout this whole conversation, with headphones on, is stephanie. i drove her home later, and as she's about to exit the car she offers:
"have you always thought like the way you do now?"
i don't know what to say. i don't view myself as an extraordinary thinker. often times, i think jie, jon, and todd have me easily outdone. sure, i have discussions with people about what makes us tick and what makes us truly happy, and i blog often enough questioning my own realities (this post may be becoming just that), but i don't think that that somehow entitles me to the special compliment that stephanie seemed to be offering. i'm just a guy, and i do things that, i think, most people do.
but then again, she doesn't think like we do. i'm using 'we' generally, but i mean a very specific group of people: nate, todd, jon, myself, and many others close to me have similar goals, similar values, and similar interests. stephanie and i, however, have little in common except for our japanese class. the only thing i can think of is that we are people who care, and such compassion extends to the other individual who is so not like us.
she's conservative, emotion-based, and even goes to bed early. but that's not the main difference. the key difference is in our thought processes. one of my presuppositions for happiness is to always be thinking about why, how, and what i am doing. i question myself more than anyone else (well, maybe that's a little much. i am rather critical of others on occasion). she does not. in a perfect case of classical conditioning, she follows from above. i try to lead from within. i think that it is very healthy that we know each other.
reboot Thursday October 17
i rebooted my life today.
i organized in order to prevent life from becoming a mess. it became so again when i got sick, and i need to prevent myself from doing that as well. everything's fine now, and i remembered today that i do, in fact, need to study to do well in class. segue to the good news.
the center for east asian and pacific studies has elected again to award me with more scholarship money. this time i don't get a check, but i would rather owe $5,000 less in loans in three years than have a $3,000 check tomorrow. i realize i discuss the matter of receiving such an award so trivially here, but it's all just money. they've got it, and they want to give it to people like me who study their field of interest. i apply, end of story. me happy. there's only one matter of business left to be settled, and that is me taking reva out for dinner. i already owed her dinner, but now i need to take her somewhere fancy, as she pointed out this scholarship opportunity to me.
lastly, i'd like to thank everyone who's helped me fix little errors in my new design. i've been looking at this from many different machines testing compatibility, and the only complaint i heard was from my mother. she said it looked "like it was supposed to be formatted but wasn't". i'm thinking something must not be displaying right for her. maybe the character set issue will clear that up.
i believe that every computer should have the capability to display roman characters, cyrillic characters, korean, chinese, japanese, thai, arabic, and others by default. to function otherwise is, i believe, just another way we americans express our dominance over everything, everyone, and every place. however, i collapsed and switched the default character set on this page from my computer's default shift_jis to western-1. fine, you non-multicultural bastards, you win. however, if i want to put kanji on this page now, it will show up as 漢字。 how lame is that?
redesign Tuesday October 15
this is the redesign that has sucked up hours upon hours of my life the past few days; such work enabled me to not think about the midterm i will inevitably do poorly on. moreover, after my poor performance, i can come back here and look at the screen and realize that the unsettling feeling caused by the inferior design is no longer an issue. i've just moved from alpha testing to beta mode, so please bear with any errors you find; please let me know.
doggie! Monday October 14
after a long and tedious court battle, we finally wrestled the custody of our little weinerdog out of the control of that crazy woman in roscoe. she was no good to him; she didn't feed him from the table; she made him listen, and most of all, she didn't let him stick his head out the window in the car. it's a shame how people treat their precious pets nowadays.
actually, he was beating up on chance, so we needed to relocate him. but it was more like an internal custody battle for my mom herself, who knew he needed to go but didn't want to give him up. in other news, i have a test tomorrow. i'm in crazy-study-catch-up mode, which is what i was doing in that picture.
weekend update Sunday October 13
it's time for your weekend update...and i wish i could be cool enough to be kevin nealon.
- nathan, ashley, and i are currently in the middle of a game of risk that started thursday night. we started late, however, and elected to postpone the game. the digital elph captured the board, and we're going to re-set it later. notice my early domination of australia (yes, nate, i know i got good cards):
- justin and jen of hononegah fame came to see the ultimate fakebook at the courtyard last night. they crashed here, and we're about to go get some eats. it rocks to see cool people that i actually identify with. i'm not saying that i don't identify with anyone else, but damn, it's high school folk. they've seen you when you were fat, stupid, and supposedly in love, so if they don't know you, no one else does.
- i worked for 14.5 hours at foellinger saturday. walked in at 8:10am, barely saw the sun, and re-emerged at 10:30pm. i don't even want to talk about it, but i got a lot of reading done. and i worked university overtime for 6.5 hours, which is time and a half. booyah. now i can finally pay the rest of my tuition...and maybe go somewhere over christmas break?
i love my father Thursday October 10
my dad taught me well. one of his maxims goes as follows:
customer service is there to give you service. and if you're not happy with the amount you are paying, the service you are receiving, or anything, do not give up. remember, you're paying, so persevere until you are happy.
i just finished a long and tedious battle with the cable company. kari and i (the customer service rep and i are on a first-name basis, but i still enjoy being called by my full title in brief attempts at professionality) finally sorted out a two-month long ordeal between us.
"i'm having a little troubling following what you are saying about the bill, i can't see that on my computer here," she breaks in.
"well, we both acknowledged that the $55.95 and the $46.37 went through at the end of august, right? i have my bank account's online statement up right here, and i can tell you someone got that money. so that puts me up until the end of september as paid, but my bill has a charge from august 30th. that's my problem," i attempt to summarize. she obviously ia having trouble viewing this information on her computer. again, i am turning into my father. i now understand his years of griping about computers -- because for the first part of his life, this is what computers brought: ignorant service representatives who couldn't change anything unless the computer indicated that they should do so; they become useless drones. anyway, on with the story.
there is a moment of silence.
"you know, i'm going out today to run errands. i can just drop by and we can look at this bill together, if you'd like," i volunteer. i was totally willing to do so, and i'm going over there anyway to pay the bill.
she hesitates.
"mr. m-d, why don't you just tell me what kind of credit you're looking for..." she offers.
"well, i told you, i want the pro-rated bill from september 20th unti--"
"how much do you want taken off the bill?"
now, i promise you, i am not a cheating man. however, in my honest calculations, the amount i owe to insight communications went from $109.98 to $16.03.
do you have a soul? Wednesday October 9
i walked to the union to get coffee after ealc class this morning. there was a whiteboard set up, and three gentlemen standing behind a table with candy spilled out over it. my stomach was aroused, naturally. on the whiteboard, a simple question and a "yes/no" tally:
"do you have a soul?"
personally, i believe i do. however, i'm a little skeptical about walking over there and saying so: i had a suspicion about this supposedly simple question. but then i see paul warren behind the table; he lived next to todd and i in ground south last year. since let me define paul as i know him: 19th character of the royal tennenbaums, rotc cadet, runner without socks, and mac user -- you can that he and i have a lot in common. but i liked paul, he had a very "real" feeling about him. i bet he had a soul. as i approach, i overhear the guy next to me talking to guy behind the table #2 (next to paul):
"but if i define soul in different terms than you do, and i still say i
have one, then i feel that it should.." he continues.
i don't feel like getting into the semantics of soul like this guy, i just want to express my answer, grab a chocolate, and go.
"hey paul, is it all right if i just have a soul? i don't have to define it, do i?" i ask.
"no, that's all right. so that's another tally for 'yes', then? you in
a hurry?" paul responds.
at this moment i pause internally. no, i am not in a hurry. but something was alarming in the way in which paul asked whether or not i was in said hurry. combine this with my previous suspicion and the statement that i had just started to overhear coming from behind the table guy #3, who is tag-teaming with table guy #2 on the "definition of soul" discussion.
"but the lord our god clearly says in the bible in the book of--"
I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. you could not just walk up there and have a soul, and have that be the end of it.
i have no problem with religion. i have no problem with christianity. i have no problem with the christian soul. but i do have a problem with suckering people in on the quad with candy and a supposedly simple question and then arguing with them about it in front of everyone when they disagree with the platform you happen to be promoting. how is that supposed to make the poor chum who was standing next to me feel? all he wanted to do was indicate he had a soul, and then pondered what they meant by soul, and next he's being told that his definition is inadequate and ungodly. in front of other people.
i don't like this neo-christian rockstar style of promoting faith, i rock out enough on my own, thank you. so i tell paul that yes, i am in a hurry, and that sorry, but i'll just take a piece of chocolate and my soul and i shall be on our way.
sick and tired Monday October 7
i have been working too much. i am sick, and i am tired. i have been awake since 2:30am, and i only received 4 hours of sleep. there's a lot of pictures and other things to post, but my digital camera will not successfully jive with the union lab imacs. go figure.
in terms of the nerd stuff. the reason, i found, that my site has been lacking recently is my design. this design is nice and clean, but as todd said, "it looks like a template". i made this design just as i was discovering my identity as a blogger, and now that i have fully realized what i want hatachi to be about, i feel that i could make the interface more conducive to delivering that information. i don't know when this will happen, most likely over hot soup as i try to recover from sickness.
i'm procrastinating writing 300-character japanese essay about the average age of marriage in japan to do this post. that essay is due in 45 minutes. i haven't started. all will be well, i assure myself.
bothers.us is now properly redirecting. if you would like a subdomain, just e-mail me; how it will be set up is that you will be able to log in at a future date (when i write the script) and change the URL that your domain redirects to. my testing ground now works, as "http://george.bush.bothers.us" now properly loads "http://www.whitehouse.gov".
expanding my domain Thursday October 3
i was reading ashley's blog today, and she just registered a domain name like todd just did and i did this past summer. her new address ends in ".us", as in "within the united states". the first thing that came to mind when i saw it was something else:
"hey, it says 'dot us', that would be kind of funny if..."
so, i now own "bothers.us". "annoys.us" i didn't think of until afterward, but it was taken anyway. i didn't want to buy it for the price they offered, but then they sent me back another e-mail after i "abandoned" their online shopping cart saying i could get it much cheaper if i used their "validation code", so i was suckered. i intend to see if i can't make money back on it, however. i intend on leasing out subdomains; ideas i've already developed:
http://ignorance.bothers.us
http://your.mom.bothers.us
http://pop.music.bothers.us
http://the.smell.of.your.feet.bothers.us
as well as my personal favorite:
http://that.idiot.bush.bothers.us
and now, they're all possible. leave your own personal annoyance suggestions, please.
hair
listening to: oar - that was a crazy game of poker
reading: natsume souseki - kokoro
feeling: "...and it's almost friday."
i woke up this morning naturally, sans alarm, at 9:30. i had fallen asleep in my book last night and failed to set it; i walked to my computer to check the weather and my e-mail. the monitor turned on, and the following picture appeared as my desktop wallpaper:
todd took his braids out while i was reading last night, and he's probably at the hair place right now for his appointment getting it all chopped off...but he obviously needed one picture before it was all gone. i must have already been asleep as he did this...
this morning nathan emerged from davenport hall as charlotte, stephanie, and i were sitting outside as we usually do in the 11 o'clock hour; he was holding a bag with grease spots that could only be one thing: the heavenly food known as sandwiches from za's. he was waiting for ashley, attempting to score brownie points by surprising her with food after her class, but he failed to wait at the correct side of the foreign language building at 11:50. therefore, i ate the spoils of war for lunch. now me happy.
anyway, i intend on finishing up my scholarship application this afternoon, cooking curry rice for dinner, giving a presentation on kanazawa at 5pm, and generally relaxing trying to get over this lump of phlegm that is sitting in my throat.
i know i've been terrible about posting recently, and i could blame it on my exams, papers, work and the like, but the truth is, i was just generally unmotivated. for this whole week, i haven't felt like i've had anything of value to say. i did mention to todd last night, however, that i have been not just neglecting posting but neglecting my site as a whole. there are so many pictures that i have yet to add to the collection; i really need to do that soon.
i have some hardcore plans for the photo album. i'm going to update it so you can view the most recent pictures from the front page, and also going to add thumbnails (finally!). i'll get to that this weekend after i finish appeasing calef on the wpgu website.
so let's sum that up once more: today i will finish up paperwork, wpgu work, and do tomorrow's minimal homework. then i will give a presentation on japan (not hard, naturally), and meet nathan for a curry rice dinner that i will make.
tomorrow i will go to class, and work at foellinger from 2-11pm. then, i will cover liz's shift at the planet from 12-3am. it's my old shift, when i was doing afterhours, so i may ask calef if i can have naomi come in for a little reminiscing. saturday is mediation training, which todd is going through, and i volunteered to assist. nathan and i will possibly be opening up with a role play of us arguing, which is always a good time.
saturday night i have to work another remote at joe's, and then i intend on coming home and going to bed, again. sunday is the same thing, mediation training. monday morning at 3am i will work again, this time scoring another $25. i know i am working a lot, and i probably don't really need the money right now, but i still do have to pay off the camera that enabled you to see todd naked with crazy hair. what would i do without it?
as promised Tuesday October 1
unexpectedly, there was a loofah hanging from my shower this morning. mauve, i think. i can't quite recreate my facial expression as i sleepily pulled back the curtain; all i can indicate is that i was confused as it hung from the water control knob. the day before:
todd: "hey, regan's going to be staying here tonight and tomorrow night, [is] that cool?"
mark: "uh, yeah. why?"
todd: "her sheets are dirty, and there's something about her not being able to wash them for the next two days."
mark: (trying his best not to ask why the sheets were dirty enough that they could not be slept on in the first place, and considering whether to bring up the wonderful invention that is the laundromat. todd senses this.)
todd: "her sheets are at reva's for some reason."
this is ample justification, as reva does offer free laundry, unlike the buck fifty i pay per load in my own house. anyway, all of this runs through my head in about two seconds, which is when i connect that this is regan's loofah. she has no cooties, but it is a foreign, mauve, spongy thing in my shower, so i'm really doing my best not to touch it as i adjust the water temperature down to something that i can climb into.
the real point here is that todd's got himself a woman, and we both didn't see it coming at all. let's put this with all the other evidence that supports the argument that the best way to get girls is to not care about caring how to get girls in the first place. sounds circular, i know -- but todd's got it down to a science. and i'm serious, he really doesn't care.
already hatachi, random musings, the first website i ever had (hosted on concentric.net), inwave.com, and a bunch of other nerdy entities from my past and present will come together to produce a milestone this next week: the blog format will be one year old. my first few posts were for testing, but very quickly i turned it into a venue of self-expression, release, humor, and style. some of you will remember what those first few fated posts are about, and you will probably laugh at them, as i did when i just reread them a few minutes back.
