well, i feel like writing… but there’s not really anything specific that comes to mind. i guess it’s time for more random thoughts and observations.
brian regan is my new favorite comedian. he’s clean and he’s original. check out his stuff at http://www.brianregan.com
now that i have all of my music in one spot, i’m listening to stuff i haven’t heard in years. it’s like my own radio station. i love it. that, and it’s getting me back into my old ska cds i haven’t listened to in a while. won’t be too long before i bust out the skinny black tie again.
the mexican restaraunt i like to frequent for lunch was packed today, so i shared a table with this random chica who was also there by herself for a while, because her car was getting worked on. i don’t think she realized exactly how much i could relate to her situation.
yes, i gave her my number.
no, i’m not holding my breathe for a phone call.
yes, she was a hottie.
i remember the first album i bought that my parents didn’t know about was the soundtrack to judgement night. i remember i used to listen to this and think i was the toughest sixth grader out there. actually, i was mowing yards with my headphones on in suburbia and other kids at my school were joining gangs.
the first album i remember buying with my own money was ‘weird al’ yankovic’s off the deep end.
the last album i bought was jack johnson’s itunes exclusive album.
everyone is up in arms about the tiger they had to kill in the canyons behind my apt. personally, i think the real jerk here was the couple keeping the 700lb tiger that reported it dead instead of missing for a month.
it’s really funny watching the ca fish and game guys on the news, because you know this is the only time they will ever be interviewed on cnn, and not the nature channel.
last night i was cleaning my room, and i had the tv on while doing so. the only thing that seemed intersting to watch (or at least have on in the background) for some reason was Project Runway, a reality show about a bunch of fashion designers. sidenote: i have plenty of seinfeld and dukes of hazzard dvds to keep me entertained, but i was looking for something that wouldn’t peak my interest so i would focus on my room. anyways, i was trying to give these people the benefit of the doubt, and it was working for a little while. i’m not a fashion person by any means, but i do give these people credit as creating art. that being said, who wears this stuff? even the fashion experts don’t wear this stuff. they’re critiquing some weird psuedo-futuristic-overalls and they’re wearing all black, or jeans and a t-shirt. seriously, how do people make money designing fashion that nobody wears?
all that from a guy that buys shorts and jeans from JC Penney’s and t-shirts and hoodies from PacSun. Oh yeah, dress shirts from Ross.
i’ve wanted to get a tattoo as i long as i can remember, but i’ve never consistently wanted the same thing. that’s the tough part about being an artsy person, any design i’ve come up with looks goofy a few years down the road. one time i remember i told my mom i got a panther tattoo on my shoulder. (kf moment) anyways, i think she was more mad that i lied to her about the tattoo to see her reaction than if i had actually went ahead and got the tattoo. my latest idea for a tattoo is to get a copy of my dad’s signature and put it on my shoulder. it’s original and it’s out of love to mi padre so…. well, we’ll see.
i have not been to mcdonald’s in 2005.
trying to play guitar and sing at the same time is hard to do when you are for the most part tone def.
our small groups are talking about the five love languages. they are:
words of affection
acts of service
randy moss is now a part of the raiders. now i have even more reason to not like the raiders. or the raider nation. i remember growing up in san diego thinking it was odd that raider fans were louder than charger fans. now i realize it is because the raider nation brings forth the halloween in every person that has nothing else to live for. if you thought i didn’t like the red sox bandwagon, don’t get me started on the scurvy that is the raider nation. they represent everything that is wrong with selling beer at sporting events. the whole ron artest incident a few months ago… that wouldn’t even get you kicked out of a raiders game. i remember cars being flipped over and burned after raider’s losses. way to go raider nation. by the way, halloween is oct. 31st… not every sunday in the fall.
speaking of selling beer at innapropriate times… i typically eat lunch before or after the rush of office workers for reasons like today. the table next us is being occupied by an entire office crew out for a few laughs. most of the laughs are being provided by the guy downing beers for lunch. there’s a bunch of things wrong with this picture. first, who gets sloshed over lunch? second, who lets their co-worker get hammered? third, how are you going to be able to work at all? aren’t you afraid of not keeping your job? what happens when you get fired for throwing up on your boss and you can’t afford cable to watch the raiders games?
debates of the day:
eva mendes vs. eva longoria
jack johnson cds vs jack johnson bootlegs
cleaning the office vs playing guitar
palupa (pronounced pa-loo-pa) vs palupa pronounced (pa-yu-pa)
skeet golf vs gennis
well, it’s onna be along day of work, so i think i’m going to engage in some relaxing and reading to clear my mind for tonite’s small groups.
one love, one heart.