Today was a great day...*Whatja do?* Not...a....DAMN Thang...bwhahaha. Lovely. It felt fabulous man. I got home around 6am this morning...turned on the radio and was listening to a Bay Area morning show for an hour while I read the manual for Homeworld...a game I borrowed. I went to bed around 7:30ish.
Fast foward 8 hours...I wake up around 4...bwhahaha....roll around...stretch and yawn. Finally, I get up and plop down in front of the computer. Log online...start a few songs downloading and then start up Homeworld. I've got to say...this game is swah-heeeet man....have you ever wondered what it was like command your own armada of ships...ranging from fighters to capital vessels? This is the game for you...I admit that it takes a little getting used to...but by the 6th mission, you'll just be saying to yourself what I was saying..."This game is SWEET!"
I think the entire day I emerged from my room once to whizz...other than that...I was right where I am now. It kinda makes me chuckle knowing that my roomates have been hearing strange voices saying things like "Engaging thrusters" and "We're running low on fuel, requesting docking" emminating from my room...for 8 hours straight..heh...
Anywayz...I think its great to have a day to completely endulge...I mean how often can you do this? I don't feel bad that I wasn't productive today...not in the least. Because sometimes you've just got to do what tickles your fancy right then and there...just throw it all out the window and clear the mind(or turn it to mush) of anything else....while you endulge. Give it a try sometime. I'd say its kinda like fishing...lots of people don't catch a damn thing...and its basically sitting around with a stick in your hand...yet people continue to do it.
6/9/2001 02:34:44 AM
Thursday, June 07, 2001
Heh...this cat cracks me up man...she's got this hobby of pouncing on all the flying insects that are unfortunate enough to get caught in our place. Usually she's completely aware of her surroundings, being the 'fraidy cat that she is. I so much as get up, or make a quick movement and she'll become instantly alert. But when she goes into "stalking" mode, she's oblivious to everything but her prey...Krusty the Clown could be banging some pots and pans together behind her and she'd never know...her head and eyes are completely trained on the target, while her body is low to the ground, ready to pounce.
For the most part she's completely scared to enter my room...like right now, she's just sitting right outside my open door like she usually does...looking at me and having a gander around my room. But just 10 minutes ago when I was on the phone with my mom, the cat lunges in my room, with her eyes fixed on something in particular...something moving around...I looked around, and there it was...a fat, juicy moth...heh. So the cat's head is just swiveling with the moth, patient, but eager to spring for the kill. I tried to wave Mimi out of my room...I snapped and pointed at the door...I told her to "get out man"...nothing worked...she prowled around my room on the moth's tail...until I distracted the cat for a split second with a "snap" of my fingers. When she looked back...her eyes searched....they combed over my walls and corners...frantically....to no avail...after a minute or two...it slowly slunk out of my room...head hung low in defeat...and assumed it's position curled up just outside my door.
6/7/2001 10:33:37 PM
Wednesday, June 06, 2001
I'm back....damn, these "I'm back" posts are comming WAAAY too often. Its been a wierd day man...first off, I've been living in my new place for the past 4 or 5 days...things are pretty good. My room is great...I had no idea the view was so beautiful during the daytime...its spacious..I've already unpacked and put up a few pictures and drawings on the walls to make things seem a little more my own...or to make up for the lack of a bed=) I've been kinda weary of the cat...even though I think its getting used to me. The deal is I get startled really easily...and cats are GREAT at sneakin' up on you...aiy. My roomates are a little more reserved than I thought. Not actually a bad thing or good thing...just not what I was expecting. Actually, one of them is pretty talkative and easy to get along with...the other one is really shy...which wouldn't be a problem save for one thing. I have no idea what she's thinking. Like in the first few days or weeks of living in a new place, its usually about feeling out the place...finding your way around the kitchen...aquainting yourself with the sequence of light switches you need to hit for those middle of the night trips to the john...and gauging how much noise is too much noise, and at what hours...etc. But with her, I'm not quite sure what she's thinking...whereas the other one would probably just come out and say it. Ah well...more on that as it comes.
Like I say, I've been without a phone for damn near 5 days now...and through no real fault of my own either. I switched my phone service from my old digs to this new one, preserving all my account nfo and number...the only thing is, the jack in my room(pretty much the only other phone jack on this flat) had no dial tone...and if you've ever had trouble with a newly ordered phone service, you'll know that PacBell is only responsible for bringing a dial tone to your building's exterior....OH, but you CAN fork over $109 for them to bring the dialtone to the jack in your room*sense sarcasm*. So you can imagine I was gonna try everything I could to avoid that....which I did. This place is pretty damn old, which means alot of old wires(phone and cable) hanging around, and out of walls and everything...so I took my phone around, stripped the wires and tried all the wires that I had access to...to no avail. Yesterday, I finally had a talk with my dad about it...I told him I really didn't want fork over that 109 bux...and in his wisdom, he said something to the effect of, "Well, you don't want to do it, but sooner or later you'll have to. There's no getting around it." True. So I finally made the call to schedule an appointment for today...only, I made that call at my friend's house around 3pm yesterday...and due to a chain of events(trying to watch Memento and going out to eat...twice) and gross irresponsibility, I stayed up all night...we're talking ALL night. We were both sitting on the couch at like 8 this morning talking about how f'd up today was gonna be for me. Again, if you know anything about Pacbell, you'll know that their appointment system goes something like this..."We'll be there anywhere from 8:30am to 5pm". I mean, thats some pretty messed up scheduling...how the hell do their meetings go.."Hmmm...yeah...I'll uh...hmm..lemme pencil you in between 8:30am to 5pm...and if you can just sit on your ass and wait those 8 and a half hours, we'll be there promtly....sometime inbetween". Pah!
So there I am...walking home at 8:15 in the morning. Getting in the front door to find both roomies gone to work and Mimi just chillin' in the living room where she usually is. I'm dead tired....I go in the kitchen and cook myself a fillet of salmon and rice...I have trouble with the rice. An hour later, everything is done and the dishes are cleaned(yeah, I'm quirky like that. I've got to wash the pots and pans before I eat...I think its the mentality that I want to enjoy my meal unhindered by any later responsibilities...like cleaning up). I go out on the couch eat...finish...and veg...in this half awake, half asleep twilight...its wierd man. I seriously don't know how I did it. I don't really know what I watched...its not clear.
The whole time, I'm still urked at how I've got to fork over 109 bux for a dialtone...I've never done it before...I'd always found a way to avoid it. The technician finally came around 1:45pm. I let him in, and he went to work...as for Mimi, she's a scaredy(sp?) cat...she's scared of everything, so everytime there's strangers in the house, she goes and hides somewhere. Therefore, her absence didn't strike at all odd. The tech tinkered with a few things, said he'd be back and left. It was then that I realized I had left the front door open the entire time. I went to look for Mimi in all her favorite hangouts...under chairs, under the table, behind the sofa, in her basket, in my roomate's room...she was nowhere to be seen. I was starting to fret by now...could she have just wandered out of the door? I turned the house upside down looking for her...I then slipped on my slippers and had a little look outside...nothing. At this point, I was running through scenarios...how the hell would I explain this to my roomates?? Dang this looks shady...it reminds me of a Friends episode or something...person loses someone else's pet...buy's new pet to replace...could I possibly buy them a new cat...could it be possible that they wouldn't notice? NO! I was delerious from the lack of sleep...what an idiotic plan...but in these episodes, the pet usually just turns up and everything winds up being fine...damnit! Why couldn't this be a Friend's episode...I sat in the living room, staring down at the street for any trace of Mimi...damn, how could I be so forgetful and just leave the door wide open...I'd never lived with pets before..I don't think of those type of things...damn! I searched the house for half an hour, well knowing I was checking places twice and thrice, hoping that she would magically appear...I cursed my luck...no sleep, shelling out 109 bux to get a damn dial tone and losing the household cat on my fifth day in this joint!! ARGHHH....I went into the bathroom and washed my hands...dried them...shaking my head in disbelief the whole time....walked out of the bathroom and half-glanced into my roomates room.....and there she was...staring at me with those inquisitive eyes of hers...cocked her head....she was there...magically? Or was I hallucinating...I was SOOO relieved...I uh...decided not to press my luck and check...
The tech came back and fixed the problem....and get this. NO CHARGE....it was THEIR FAULT...haha...like my friend says, "dude, its NEVER their fault!" So yeah...*whew* Today worked out pretty dang well...and all I'm left with is a SERIOUS lack of sleep man...We're talkin' 28 hours and going...I know this entry is probably not easy to read, but I just don't think I can muster up the concentration to proofread...you'll forgive me, yes? heh...ugh...
