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We actually had a really nice conversation on a lot of topics, ranging from (of course), why I would hate her, to her reaction when she first found my page where I said I hated her... to the finer points of the Vegas Buffet, to Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. It was kind of weird because in reality, I knew nothing about her. All I knew of her was from what I saw when I was taking classes with her back in 1998. I really had absolutely no idea about who she really was or what she was into, or anything. But on the other hand, she knew a whole hell of a lot about me and what I thought about a lot of things because she had access to my journal. I felt kinda... naked.
When she first walked up I didn't know what to think. Here was this face that I hadn't seen in years, and the last time that I did see it, I did nothing but loathe her for everything I thought she stood for. But, I found out she is not a terrible person after all. In fact, we had a lot more in common than I ever would have imagined. I rather enjoyed talking to her. Even she didn't blame me for hating her. Looking back, she said she recognized how annoying she was back then. It takes a big person to be able to admit something like that.
And I realized that even though I censor a lot of what goes into this update, I still put a whole lot into it. And the imbalance between someone I know nothing about and someone who actually keeps up with this journal and the details is... uncomfortable to experience, to say the least. But I know a lot more about her now than I ever did before, and it seems quite possible that we could even become *gasp* friends. Of course, I'm not really sure about her feelings on that subject, and it is kind of weird. Finding out about and meeting someone becuase they hated you? Hmmm.
Heh. She reads Cami's site too. She thinks we have a talent for making our mundane activities sound exciting. Yes folks, I really do live a boring life when it comes down to it all. Some people don't want to believe it though. They're convinced that my life is exciting. People ask Cami if it must be cool to be living with me. Getting that kind of email makes her mad because I'm such a boring roommate. You should all email her and tell her about how cool it must be living with me.
The Superbowl. I watched some of it. The Eye-Vision matrix spinny thing was a cool concept, but they could do so much more with it. Why is the frame rate so low, even when they are just looking at one angle? And another thing they should have done was rotate the view while keeping the action in motion. That would have been really good. Oh well, first time out and all. Not so bad.
So yup.
Monday, 29 January 2001
2:40pm
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2:40am (tuesday morning)
Sigh. Jack Tripper is suddenly back in this apartment. Details of the dramatic events of tonight will be made available as they become appropriate. But we gained another roommate tonight. All I gotta say is that when I have kids, I don't want to have girls. So much trouble. So, so much trouble, and so many things to worry about.
That's a view of Sorrento Valley Blvd. Up that hill is the way I drive home every night from work. Tonight I decided to stop off at the little park thingy over there and take some pics.
Why can't a cute, intelligent, independent and assertive girl that lives within 25 miles just come up to me and say "hey, you know what? I really like you a lot." Would that be too much to ask for? I guess it would be. But you know, back in junior high school, all you had to do was go up to a person and tell them that you like them. Or have your best friend tell them. Then you can find out if they like you back. Like, right away. No bullshit, no frontin', no games, no nothing. Man, weren't those the days. Just straight and direct. What is it that happens between the ages of say... 12 and 15 that make people change and lose this directness? What happens between those years that suddenly makes that directness inappropriate? Hmmm.
I think in many ways, life is only as difficult as it is because people make it as difficult as it is. They make it difficult for themselves, and difficult for others, for no really good reason. How much happier would everyone be if they just simplified everything and just went for what they wanted directly? How much less stress would there be in the world? Why is it so unacceptable for things to be easy? When things fall into our laps, we want to believe that there is something wrong with it because it was so easy.
I'm listening to The Soul Cages again. This is the absolute best album to curl up in bed with when you are tired as hell. So relaxing. So beautiful and serene. Also, nothing quite like curling up in your bed with a nice warm laptop computer with 14.1" active-matrix display. With some nice music playing in the background while you are mindlessly banging away at the keys half-asleep.
Here's a geeky joke, and here's a corny joke. First the geeky joke. I got this from my message board. What is the difference between Linux and a bowling ball? -- There is more good software written for the bowling ball. Ok. Now the corny joke. What is the difference between an elephant and a plum? -- They're both purple, except for the elephant.
"what would it mean to say, 'I loved you in my fashion' ?"
Wednesday, 31 January 2001
11:30pm
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Not the least of which is working for a dot-com. Hehehe. I don't think I have to say much else about that.
2:00am (thursday morning)
So Cami bought me lunch today. We went to Panda Express. I got a fortune cookie. It wasn't much of a fortune, but it said "A great pleasure in life is doing what others say you can't." And ain't that the truth. Not only is it so satisfying to accomplish something that everyone said you'd never be able to do, but it's also quite exhillerating to do something that you're not supposed to be doing. The things you're not allowed to do. The forbidden fruit. Combine them both, and damn, that must be one really great pleasure in life. Eating the forbidden fruit that no one thought you'd even be able to get to. Yeah.
Thursday, 1 February 2001
1:40am (friday morning)
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I first saw this thing a couple days ago when I was feeling all emotional and junk. It almost made me cry. I watched it like 20 times in a row in my office. It just made me feel something. Maybe it has something to do with taking the big risks to get what you want. Who cares what everybody says? Who cares what everyone else will think? Is getting what you want worth that much to you? Are you willing to go all the way for something you believe in? Put everything on the line? Suffer potential public humiliation? All these issues wrapped up in a 30-second commercial for a car! It's amazing!
The first time I saw it, I actually didn't hear the priest talking. I thought it was actually better that way (without the priest talking) but maybe they thought people would have a hard time figuring out what was going on if they didn't throw in that "...or forever hold your peace" line. But whatever. It's still good. Funny
how this kinda ties in with that fortune cookie from yesterday. I doubt this ad will sell many cars though. But I still think it's beautiful.
I wonder how that 5-minute date event thingy went tonight... without me. Oh well. Damn. It's February already? These months just go flying by! Oh yeah. I took some more pics of the poopy dog from my work. And some pics of random stuff around the hosue. These can also be found in the growing repository of pics that isn't up 24 hours a day. Yeah. My Atari 2600 controller with the rubber thingy taken off the joystick owns. If you have a dirty mind, that sounds kinda funny. Digital fortune cookie horoscope thingy delivered to my phone for today: Right now you have the charm and leadership ability of a dignitary. I didn't feel particularly charming today. Perhaps "right now" was a reference to the actual moment I received it... coming out of the shower before going to work. Yup. Just like a real dignitary.
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So high above the world tonight The angels watch us sleeping And underneath a bridge of stars We dream in safety's keeping But perhaps the dream is dreaming us Soaring with the seagulls But perhaps the dream is dreaming us Astride the backs of eagles When the angels fall Shadows on the wall In the thunder's call Something haunts us all |