China and Yao Ming are going to be playing in the olympic quarterfinals this thursday at 6:45am on Bravo. Set your alarms!!! I am!

[ esca | 10:02 AM | ]

 

The other day, for the hell of it on a friday night, I decided to take a mini road trip. I drove all the way up to LA to "visit" this girl I hadn't seen for three years. The best part was, she had no idea I was coming. And no, we didn't date nor were the good friend type, or anything of the sort where this type of behavior would be either normal or even appreciated. I mean we were friends or friendly, or shared a group of associated classmate circles that bisected each other. Well, another way to put it is that she had a crush on my roommate and I was the poor sod that had a crush on her.

So yes, I think I've set the stage for what can be most accurately described as Shakespearian Falstaff. I don't know how I keep finding such interesting ways to devise these traps for myself. But it wasn't so bad.

I drive to LA and it takes about 2.5 hrs to get up to sunset blvd and I park at the Marriott for about 15 dollars. I walk across the street to the Argyle and I get inside for another 15. There's like maybe twenty people inside but then it's only 10:30 or so. I go to the bar and order some drinks, walk outside and smoke, walk back to the bar, order some drinks, walk outside and smoke. As you can tell I'm really having fun at this point. I chat with some random ppl, sit next to the pool, stare at the LA horizon, stuff like that. I had this interesting conversation with some golf guy about racial stereotypes and stuff like that. I walk back to the bar and finally I see her.

And so the story advances...I spot her out on the dance floor, and I approach her head on. She stops dancing and cocks her head slightly to the side, as if she's trying to put something together. I call out her name, and she replies, "Victor is that you? Omigod it is you." and gives me a hug. "I thought you were in San Diego."

So what happens? Nothing out of the ordinary. We talk, we relate past experiences, stuff you do when you see someone you once knew. Afterwards we exchange contact info and speak of meeting up again sometime.

So fast forward to today, I haven't called her yet. Why? Can't really say. I can on a the spur of the moment, spend 5 hours driving, X amount of money on just gas, parking, covers, drinks, 3 years worth of memory perusing to meet up with someone but at the same time find great difficulty with picking up a phone and pressing call. It's kind of odd to say the least.

[ esca | 4:40 PM | ]

 

Random thought: Pennies are so useless, they should just abolish the penny altogether. Round things to the nearest nickel and be done with it already. If you give pennies to a beggar, they will throw them at your car(it happened to my brother). If you give exact change at a fast food drive through window, they give you a pained expression(it's the same amount of work as if you changed it from a dollar anyways dipshit). I'm now declaring pennies as the source of all my unhappiness.

In other news, I've been doing ok. Last week was pretty exciting for me, with lots of drinking and all the associated activities. I had people over at my place on monday and we drank and pokered and stuff like that. I explained to Isabel how it's part of my master plan to lose every time when my friends and I "poker" for money and she just rolled her eyes. I ended up getting plenty plastered that night and experienced great difficulty with trying to get to work the next day. I was unsuccessful to say the least.

My brother also came home and we hung out and stuff. I saw collateral with the wang family men. Tom Cruise with grey hair doesn't really cut it, although I thought the movie was interesting. I like how it just randomly inserts the Korean club scene into the movie. Seemed so random, some blatant attempt to superficially "diversify" the screen. I want to go to Fever now, if there is one I suppose.

I hung out with Kien and went to E street. Drew some lines and hit it up big. Pretty interesting but nothing that much I'm willing to say here, although I did get hit on a couple of girls including a pharm student from the bay area without any rhythm, and also a really tall black guy. He kept trying to put his arm around me. I guess I know how girls feel when guys randomly try to touch them. Why was I getting all this attention you ask? I was wearing bright bright yellow. Yes, I rock.

Also hung out with old mc crew, the triple towers Jess, Jenta, Isabel, and Trieu too. Long was with us as well. Jess was visiting for the weekend so we must go out. We went to DJ and just drank and sang, and it was fairly crowded that night and we got put in the back room. I didn't sing that much, didn't feel all that comfortable, and pretty much just kept drinking a shot every few minutes or so until I passed out. When I woke up, I struggled to go to the bathroom, but Long took too long, so I wretched my guts up right outside the bathroom. I did feel a lot better immediately afterwards, so I guess that was a plus. I gave the owner 20 dollars for the mess in addition to what we paid for the tab. Didn't really get a chance to talk very much to Jen unfortunately. It seems to me, that when you want to say a lot of things, nothing comes to mind. Just an utterly blank slate.

Afterwards we went to Robertos for some late night carne asada...which seemed to tilt some other people over the edge. Someone else threw up outside and one of the greasy looking workers calls out over to us in his heavy spanish accent, "Too much te-quilla eh?" I would have thrown a pickle at him if I were holding one, so instead I just glared.

So yeah, that was my week.

[ esca | 3:36 PM | ]

 

I suppose lying is never good, but fabricating can be a positive. Or exaggerating, or merely offering support, or "adapting a perspective such that comments made are applicable". ^_^

What do I mean, well, let's give a clear cut example, say like you are working a young child who shows you a drawing and asks you what it looks like. You can say what you really think, that the color schemes clash, the crayon layer is uneven, and it generally looks pretty poor. Or you can say, "wow johnny, you're going to be an artist someday."

Likewise, since being older doesn't mean we stop acting child like, if you're consoling a friend over some grievance, or supporting a co-worker through some crisis, where does a statement reflect cold harsh truth, or stretch support statements? Is honesty/deceiving really even the root of issue?

[ esca | 12:42 PM | ]