i figured since i sorta posted twice the other day, i could take a day off. right? guess not…

i'm sitting around on a friday night, staring at my computer as it slowly makes me go blind. i guess i'm looking forward to blindness…at least it's a change. my life is seeming pretty stagnant and changeless, lately. i've been ludicrously happy over the past few days…i guess i should try to maintain that, because if i look under the shiny veneer, i'm sure i'll discover that the framework hasn't changed a damn bit. i guess that's just the way things go, huh?

i hung out with guy for a little while last night. we printed out an important document i needed for today, noodled with a guitar riff or two, and sat around and talked about our girl situations. or honestly…our lack of girl situations. guy is currently stressing a girl he likes a lot, but he doesn't want to ruin their friendship. knowing exactly how he feels (reference the entire jessica situation), i told him to just try to be up front about it. myself, i'm currently in a situation where i'm waiting for someone to "think about things." i'm usually extremely negative about situations like this, but i'm trying to maintain some kind of cool. or something. i'm sure i'll live. i always do.

matt and paul are going out of town tomorrow. to celebrate the occasion, i'm going to do some laundry. maybe sit around. maybe i'll even play some playstation.

the good: tomorrow is the day the puffin and i go up to st. louis for my much anticipated Amiga convention… amazingly enough, the first i'll ever have attended. i've always wanted to go to the st. louis con, but never seemed to be able to afford it. well, now i'm in a little better place financially, though i still seem to have a non-paying roommate on my hands. so anyway, big announcements are expected, but mainly i'm going up there to have a little fun and maybe get some new computer equipment to finally fix up that Amiga 1200 i was bragging about a few months ago. i'm not sure if we'll have net access up in the hotel up there, but if we do, we'll try to keep you posted on our blood/alcohol level.

oh, and as paul mentioned in his blog, he's burned an MP3 cd for our trip, so i've basically got a 10 hour puffin mixed tape to look forward to hearing. i've never known him to build a bad mix tape.

the bad: well, it's official. she's moved in. we got home from dinner tonight and lo and behold there's a moving van out front of the house of the formerly ugly orange doors. we had the pleasure of seeing "idiot jerk" walk out of the house to the moving van… er, well, brian and paul had that pleasure. i was trying to just kind of ignore the whole thing, lest i do something rash. brian however, took great pleasure in glaring menacingly at "idiot jerk" until we got the front door open. i'm pretty certain that without any of us doing anything outright, the guy will certainly know that he's not welcome in my neighborhood.

but, as i said, i'm trying not to think about it, and though i did feel that little pang of… i don't know… maybe jealousy… or something, and though i do know that at some point, i am most certainly going to freak out about this, i'm doing fine right now.

quick update to the people i resemble list from 12.11.2000.

this is a new one. according to a co-worker, i look like a young, blonde will riker. (for you non-star trek people, will riker is "number one" from star trek: the next generation).

and for your enjoyment (since i looked it up) here's a comprehensive Star Trek drinking game.

i spent much of the day browsing this site, and you know what, i really want one!

an update on the ongoing isgay.com saga: it appears that the site was barely down for a full day. apparently the webmaster of the site has decided to not take it down. praise be to internet freedom to call your friends gay. [thanks matt]

it was also brought to my attention last night that i am starting to develop what appears to be a "gut". this is quite unsettling, considering i'm quite the skinny guy. i will now endeavor to drink less beer and go skateboarding more often. i must maintain my svelte physique…

this has to be a new record…this is the third day in a row where i've been in a really good mood. things have been going much better the past few days, and i keep looking over my shoulder waiting for something bad to happen. but i guess looking over my shoulder isn't going to help if someone drops a safe on my head…

for paul: yet more proof that there are cute girls with webpages.

about a week ago i put new speakers in my car. these weren't really "new" speakers…they were just the nice speakers from my old car. they were much better than the ones that were in there, so i decided to finally go ahead and do some installin'. well about 3 or 4 days after i had my new "bumpin' system", one of the speakers developed a nasty rattle. it was seriously driving me apeshit. how can i drive if i can't enjoy music? ride around in silence? i think not… regarless, i ended up getting fed up to the point of heading out to the store and getting yet another set of speakers (my car must be totally fucking confused by this point), and i even got a set for the front of the car. new speakers all around! i sat out back installing speakers for about an hour and a half, and now…now…i have aural happiness. yes indeed.

side note: after taking the old speakers out, i discovered that i blew out the mid-range on one of them. oops. that's where that nasty rattle was coming from…

after posting my link to isgay.com the other day, i soon found out that the webmaster has taken the site down. that's a shame, because the site has given me hours of worthless enjoyment… a moment of silence, if you please.

thanks to brad, i may be considering a trip to memphis this may. it certainly sounds like a good idea to finally see sonic youth. now i just have to convince matt and paul…

brian asked me the other day if i was "freaking out" because of her return. my response was that, no, i'm not freaking out right now, but i will most likely be freaking out in a big way if/when she moves in next door and i'm forced to see her (or even just her car) on a regular basis. i already find myself glancing up to the porch of that house, or glancing toward the windows to see if there're any lights on inside. thankfully, i've noticed no moving van outside, and haven't seen her car yet. plus, she hasn't called me back, so the possibility exists that she may not have actually signed the lease, and may not be moving in. we can only hope.

this past weekend was actually a fun one for me. a friend from my old job (hawley-cooke, whose web site i created and maintained for almost a year before they kicked me off the project and let it go to complete and utter shit by hiring someone who has no clue what he's doing) came by on Saturday evening, i guess around 6pm to drag me out up and down bardstown road, and into various drinking establishments. we walked up and back (probably 2 miles or so), then stopped in at a little bar near my house and had appetizers and microbrewed beer (probably one too many). then we set out again, walked even farther down bardstown road ('til it turned into baxter ave.) then turned around and walked part of the way back until we got to another bar, where we went in to warm up and… drink more beer.

at this point, she was pretty drunk, and i wasn't exactly straight sober either. we walked back to the house (mind you, this is like 6 hours later) hoping to find paul and brian still awake so that we could all make the traditional saturday drunkfest trip to the twig. fortunately for us, we showed up just as paul was getting ready to go home, and he happily obliged us by driving (even though he complained that we only wanted him for his soberness and ability to drive). needless to say, we were all having a grand time (despite the fact that ms. nicole seemed about to die from hypothermia), and the louisville paul brown (that's the food-stuff, not the person) never seemed so satisfying.

after the twig, we decided to extend the evening at paul's house (since nicole still had to sober up enough to drive home) and paul stopped for some spirits in hopes of joining us in our altered state. we all gathered in the upstairs living room and talked and carried on for a while with nicole falling asleep after about an hour. paul & i continued our normal drunken philosophizing and meandering conversation until she finally woke up and paul decided it was time to send us on our way.

all in all, it was a very nice, enjoyable evening spent with friends.

then sunday was laundry day. mmm, clean clothes.

here i am, in the twilight of my day, trying to figure out what to write in this here space. i haven't really done squat all day, considering i'm at work.

i had lunch with one of my ex-girlfriends today. she happens to work where i work, and we're actually pretty good friends now. we talked about the odds and ends (kinda like we do all day at work, except food was present), with the conversation steering over to my current "relationship". i spilled everything that has been on my mind lately, the good, the bad, and the retarded. it felt good to get it off of my chest, and to tell the truth…i've been more positive about things all day. even prior to the conversation. but whatever…that's beside the point. i don't really know what the point is anymore. thanks a lot.

today's constant source of amusement: www.isgay.com. i'm not going to explain it to you, but it makes me laugh endlessly…

god damn my life is boring…

i'm sitting at work on a sunny yet cold sunday morning, sipping on my beloved mocha and nursing a nasty cough. i'm feeling a little rough this morning, but i'm sure i'll pull through alright.

i've been having a rash of bad dreams lately. the kind where you wake up and you just swear it was real. this isn't really sitting well with me because i'm already having lots of fears about the things that are coming true in my dreams. last night i woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep for at least an hour. the same thing happened a few days ago. i just wish i could have these dreams on my day off, that way i don't roll into work feeling like i've just been run over by a truck. i'm fairly certain that it's gonna turn out to be a long day.

we owe it all to kerry: matt, paul, and i are hopelessly addicted to bejeweled. to sum it all up, i actually heard paul mutter "can i please have my soul back?"

she's back. again.

what do i see when i get home from work and check the caller id but "idiot jerk"'s name. i still haven't checked to see if she left a message, but she unfortunately called again just as i was finishing dinner. apparently, she's been apartment hunting, in my neighborhood. she was just calling to let me know that she was possibly signing a lease tomorrow for an apartment in the house next door to mine. the conversation was merely polite, i didn't offer anything more than answers to her questions even though the tone in her voice suggested she wouldn't mind a more in depth chat.

now, if only may would hurry up and get here.

this will be hell.