Sixpence
I went to go watch Sixpence None the Richer at the House of Blues with Olivia and her buddies last night. Not the hugest fan of them, but I went anyways. It turned out to be a pretty good show actually. I was probably in the closest spot possible, front row, center, literally I was leaning on the stage with my forearms about 3 ft from Leigh Nash (lead singer). Felt kind of bad for wasting that spot, some bigger fan probably deserved it. But oh well.
She's got a impressive voice, even more so in a live small venue setting, but the thing that struck me most is how tiny she is. She's freaking small.
Oh yeah, and there were 2 opening bands. The second one was LUCE, and the whole time they were playing, everyone was like "who the hell are these guys?". Until they played the song "Good Day", then you could feel a wave of realization sweep across the crowd. If you don't know what song I'm talking about, it's a MIX101.9 kind of song that goes "it's a pretty good day.... [dabadaba] tomorrow" (there's words that go instead of [dabadaba] but since I don't know them I decided to do it Chras style).
Anyways, after cooking on Valentine's Day and the concert last night, I felt a little bit unmanly. If that's even possible for a man like me. Had the itch to play some football, but too much trouble to organize. So I played craft this afternoon with the crew, and as expected, the testosterone flow returned in no time. Yeah baby, yeah.
Currently playing on my Winamp: Boyz II Men - A Song For Mama
I have no good explanation why. This is one of my favorite albums of all time, and I've been listening to the songs on it a lot lately. By the way, if anyone can guess my top 10 favorite CDs, they get a kiss from me (on the cheek). Or I'll buy you a drink sometime, if you'd rather that. Send me an email dudo509@yahoo.com or IM me. Or just tell me in person or on the phone. Yes, I guess that makes this an official contest, so get your entry submitted soon.
Sunday, February 16, 2003
Saturday, February 15, 2003
Yes, I'm Hot
Did anyone else watch that show "Are You Hot?" on Thursday night? I did, but not because I like trashy television. I had to watch it cause my sister wanted me to tape it for her, cause her friend was gonna be in it (he was Ken/Ki-young Kim, the one Asian guy, and he actually made it to the final 8, also, he went to DGS and U of I by the way).
Well, the show ended up being kind of entertaining but also very disturbing at the same time. It's been bothering me ever since then that I had to write something. (If you didn't watch it, you can probably skip this blog)
First of all, this Lorenzo Lamas character, why is he a judge? His title was "International Heartthrob", couldn't they have come up with any better title than that? It's pretty pathetic if you think about it. Seriously, what has he ever done to deserve being called an "international heartthrob"? And I could do without him giving out sex appeal ratings for the guys and explaining how he loves their bodies.
Then there's Rachel Hunter. They introduced her as "model and former wife of Rod Stewart". Now what the crap is that about? They tie her to a guy she isn't even married to anymore, and the guy isn't even popular these days to begin with. That's like if Al Gore went on some show and they introduced him as "the guy who lost to George W. Bush in 2000". And I won't even begin to talk about how stupid she is, or else this blog is gonna end up being way too long again.
As for the contestants, it's sad that there are so many people who waste their time doing this kind of stuff (except Ken, of course, he's still cool). Think about how much this country could accomplish with all the people trying out for these shows. Between American Idol, Survivor, Fear Factor, Real World, and on and on and on, how much time and effort has been wasted by how many people? It's disturbing.
Well, I guess I don't see anything wrong with people taking a few days off, once in a lifetime, to try something different. But watching the people on this show at tryouts, it was like that was their whole life. People were crying if they didn't make the cut and some guy even said he worked out every day at the gym for months to prepare for this show (which has to be BS, but still).
With the girls, I saw a total of maybe 3 or 4 that actually maybe deserve to be considered "one of the hottest in America", and the rest were pretty much just hoochie and skanky. They all had attitudes too, why is it that people think being stuck up and talking smack makes them sexy? That's not sexy to me at all.
Another thing - everyone there was either a personal trainer, waitress, bartender, or flight attendant. In addition to a whole lot of occupations I didn't know existed and sound pretty suspect to me. Although there were some "Office Managers" and even a girl doctor. But unfortunately, I think I heard the word "engineer" like once in the entire 2 hour show. Does that mean there's no hot engineers? Maybe so, I won't argue that. But could it also be that the engineers are "working"? Is it possible that they aren't there blowing a day doing this kind of thing cause they have to be at their "job"?
Not all of the show was bad, though. I have to admit, the part when people walk to the middle of the stage individually, then wait for the big "HOT" or "NOT" lights and buzzer to go off is one of the more hilarious things I have seen in a long time. But other than a few isolated moments, the show was pretty bad. If anyone still wants to watch it though, I have the tape and you can borrow it if you ask nicely and promise to give it back before my sister comes home from school.
Did anyone else watch that show "Are You Hot?" on Thursday night? I did, but not because I like trashy television. I had to watch it cause my sister wanted me to tape it for her, cause her friend was gonna be in it (he was Ken/Ki-young Kim, the one Asian guy, and he actually made it to the final 8, also, he went to DGS and U of I by the way).
Well, the show ended up being kind of entertaining but also very disturbing at the same time. It's been bothering me ever since then that I had to write something. (If you didn't watch it, you can probably skip this blog)
First of all, this Lorenzo Lamas character, why is he a judge? His title was "International Heartthrob", couldn't they have come up with any better title than that? It's pretty pathetic if you think about it. Seriously, what has he ever done to deserve being called an "international heartthrob"? And I could do without him giving out sex appeal ratings for the guys and explaining how he loves their bodies.
Then there's Rachel Hunter. They introduced her as "model and former wife of Rod Stewart". Now what the crap is that about? They tie her to a guy she isn't even married to anymore, and the guy isn't even popular these days to begin with. That's like if Al Gore went on some show and they introduced him as "the guy who lost to George W. Bush in 2000". And I won't even begin to talk about how stupid she is, or else this blog is gonna end up being way too long again.
As for the contestants, it's sad that there are so many people who waste their time doing this kind of stuff (except Ken, of course, he's still cool). Think about how much this country could accomplish with all the people trying out for these shows. Between American Idol, Survivor, Fear Factor, Real World, and on and on and on, how much time and effort has been wasted by how many people? It's disturbing.
Well, I guess I don't see anything wrong with people taking a few days off, once in a lifetime, to try something different. But watching the people on this show at tryouts, it was like that was their whole life. People were crying if they didn't make the cut and some guy even said he worked out every day at the gym for months to prepare for this show (which has to be BS, but still).
With the girls, I saw a total of maybe 3 or 4 that actually maybe deserve to be considered "one of the hottest in America", and the rest were pretty much just hoochie and skanky. They all had attitudes too, why is it that people think being stuck up and talking smack makes them sexy? That's not sexy to me at all.
Another thing - everyone there was either a personal trainer, waitress, bartender, or flight attendant. In addition to a whole lot of occupations I didn't know existed and sound pretty suspect to me. Although there were some "Office Managers" and even a girl doctor. But unfortunately, I think I heard the word "engineer" like once in the entire 2 hour show. Does that mean there's no hot engineers? Maybe so, I won't argue that. But could it also be that the engineers are "working"? Is it possible that they aren't there blowing a day doing this kind of thing cause they have to be at their "job"?
Not all of the show was bad, though. I have to admit, the part when people walk to the middle of the stage individually, then wait for the big "HOT" or "NOT" lights and buzzer to go off is one of the more hilarious things I have seen in a long time. But other than a few isolated moments, the show was pretty bad. If anyone still wants to watch it though, I have the tape and you can borrow it if you ask nicely and promise to give it back before my sister comes home from school.
Thursday, February 13, 2003
V-Day
This week has passed pretty quickly. I can't believe it's already Thursday. Don't know why, but I'm thinking it's at least in part because Friday is Valentine's Day and I am running out of time for my final preparations.
If you are a regular (non-skimming) reader of my blog, you probably already know that Valentine's Day is my favoritest holiday of them all. Any time when I get to experience some bonus stress without justification is a great time by me. (by the way, I'm being sarcastic)
Okay, so maybe there is a justification for celebrating February 14th as Valentine's Day. Let's take a moment to recap the origin of this yearly occasion. A long time ago, there was a Saint named Valentine. For some reason, he got put in jail. He fell in love with the jailer's daughter. He was executed, but before he died, he sent a note signed "Your Valentine" to the daughter. Great story. The End.
Now, I realize that I sound like a bitter and emotionless person for hating Valentine's Day. The thing is, I don't really hate the day itself, or the idea of celebrating a special day with your special someone. To be fair, I probably don't do enough during the rest of the year to make Olivia feel special, the way she deserves to be treated. That's why I still make an effort to do something nice, despite my ongoing feud with the V-Day powers.
The real problem here is not the day or concept itself, it's the expectations that the "Valentine's Day" label brings to Feb. 14th (and the preceding weeks). The day is supposed to be a celebration, when you can take some time out to spend with your loved one and appreciate what you both have your relationship. In the hustle and bustle we all face every day, and the natural human tendency to grow accustomed and take things for granted, every relationship suffers over time. I think the value of celebrating Valentine's Day is the opportunity to stop for a second and remember why you are with the one you are with. It's a chance to renew feelings that may have gotten lost among the many distractions we are surrounded with as we travel the walk of life.
Unfortunately, the day has become (like almost everything else in this country) a commercialized season when flowers, chocolates, and jewelry are the focus, not the people and the relationships. During the past month, I have seen and heard more ads for this kind of stuff than I would care to be exposed to in a lifetime. I've had Rich Eisen and Linda Cohn tell me about some special deal at Helzburg Diamonds. Eddie and Jobo pounding my eardrums about Vermont Teddy Bears every morning on the radio. And on basically every website I go to, at least half of the banner ads are for ordering flowers online.
Then there's the restaurants. Last year, I made some reservations and took Olivia to the Signature Room at John Hancock for dinner. When we got there, it was completely packed, with about a million other couples, and even though we had reservations, we still waited about 30-40 minutes before being seated. Once we got to our table, our waiter recommended a "Valentine's Day Special" meal and we ordered it. It wasn't bad, but there really wasn't anything "special" about it. Anyways, I'm getting off track here.
You might say, well, nobody is forcing you to get flowers, chocolates, or take her some place nice for dinner. That may be true, but lets face it - if I don't do any of that stuff, I'm a bad guy. It shows I don't love my girl enough, or that I'm a thoughtless, selfish person. I'm sorry, but that ain't right. What began as a day that was supposed to be positive, turned into a burden for guys (and to a lesser extent, girls) across the nation, which now overshadows the truer meaning and value behind the original occasion.
Not to mention that certain people make ridiculous profits off of this day alone by jacking us hardworking folk. Flower shops, jewelry stores, and certain restaurants practically count on their February profits to support the rest of the year, for no good reason other than the explanation I just gave above. That's not right either. I despise these people.
Yes, in a way, they are providing a service for all of us. But how necessary is this service? Do these things, which contribute practically nothing to the good of society, deserve to be a flourishing industry in our economy?
Worse yet, the whole industry is one whose existence creates its own need. Take the car insurance industry as a comparison. We are required by law to have car insurance. Why was there such a law passed? No, it wasn't because of concerned citizens. It was because the large insurance companies paid money to lobby the government for such a law. And now they reap billions of dollars in benefits. It's a legitimate industry, a legit service, but it wouldn't be nearly as huge if not for its own doing.
Some people would argue the same about the military defense industry. The question they ask is, would Bush be pushing so hard for war if not for the influence of powerful lobbies by Lockheed Martin, Boeing, Raytheon, and my very own Northrop Grumman? Many would answer no. (Of course I personally disagree, but that's a whole other blog)
Back to my original point - there's no good reason that flower and jewelry industries are as huge as they are. The only reason they are so huge is because they have created their own demand. By relentless advertising, they passed their own unwritten law that boyfriends and husbands must buy their products on Valentine's Day or suffer punishment. Much as an insurance company or defense contractor creates its own demand by influencing the government for written laws. It's almost like some guy throwing a brick through your window, then making you pay his window repair company to fix it.
The difference is, some of us really do need insurance companies. We all need defense companies. Without them, the United States military would be a joke. You would hear things like "Why did the US Air Force fail? They ran out of paper".
Where would the world be without so many flower shops and jewelers? We'd be perfectly fine. Flowers are nice to look at, and they smell nice, but they all die within a couple days and then what? We don't need a flower shop on every corner and in every Jewel or Dominick's.
Plus, think of how many innocent roses and lilies are just growing, minding their own business, and then their lives are suddenly cut short to be a part of a corsage or bouquet for some bogus occasion. That's the ugly side of flower shops you never see, behind that deceivingly friendly face of the old lady at the counter. Please, someone please put an end to the senseless carnage!
Anyways, before this blog spirals out of control any further, I'll conclude by saying this: Let's not forget the original spirit of old Saint Valentine. Ok actually, what I mean is, we shouldn't ruin this supposedly special occasion by putting so much emphasis and expectation on it. Do special things and get nice gifts because you attach real meaning to them. Don't buy flowers or platinum necklaces just because you feel like you have to; after all, think about the kind of lily-killing bastards you are supporting. Above all else, enjoy and appreciate the day, take the time to remember why you love your loved one, and don't let all the other stuff take that away.
This week has passed pretty quickly. I can't believe it's already Thursday. Don't know why, but I'm thinking it's at least in part because Friday is Valentine's Day and I am running out of time for my final preparations.
If you are a regular (non-skimming) reader of my blog, you probably already know that Valentine's Day is my favoritest holiday of them all. Any time when I get to experience some bonus stress without justification is a great time by me. (by the way, I'm being sarcastic)
Okay, so maybe there is a justification for celebrating February 14th as Valentine's Day. Let's take a moment to recap the origin of this yearly occasion. A long time ago, there was a Saint named Valentine. For some reason, he got put in jail. He fell in love with the jailer's daughter. He was executed, but before he died, he sent a note signed "Your Valentine" to the daughter. Great story. The End.
Now, I realize that I sound like a bitter and emotionless person for hating Valentine's Day. The thing is, I don't really hate the day itself, or the idea of celebrating a special day with your special someone. To be fair, I probably don't do enough during the rest of the year to make Olivia feel special, the way she deserves to be treated. That's why I still make an effort to do something nice, despite my ongoing feud with the V-Day powers.
The real problem here is not the day or concept itself, it's the expectations that the "Valentine's Day" label brings to Feb. 14th (and the preceding weeks). The day is supposed to be a celebration, when you can take some time out to spend with your loved one and appreciate what you both have your relationship. In the hustle and bustle we all face every day, and the natural human tendency to grow accustomed and take things for granted, every relationship suffers over time. I think the value of celebrating Valentine's Day is the opportunity to stop for a second and remember why you are with the one you are with. It's a chance to renew feelings that may have gotten lost among the many distractions we are surrounded with as we travel the walk of life.
Unfortunately, the day has become (like almost everything else in this country) a commercialized season when flowers, chocolates, and jewelry are the focus, not the people and the relationships. During the past month, I have seen and heard more ads for this kind of stuff than I would care to be exposed to in a lifetime. I've had Rich Eisen and Linda Cohn tell me about some special deal at Helzburg Diamonds. Eddie and Jobo pounding my eardrums about Vermont Teddy Bears every morning on the radio. And on basically every website I go to, at least half of the banner ads are for ordering flowers online.
Then there's the restaurants. Last year, I made some reservations and took Olivia to the Signature Room at John Hancock for dinner. When we got there, it was completely packed, with about a million other couples, and even though we had reservations, we still waited about 30-40 minutes before being seated. Once we got to our table, our waiter recommended a "Valentine's Day Special" meal and we ordered it. It wasn't bad, but there really wasn't anything "special" about it. Anyways, I'm getting off track here.
You might say, well, nobody is forcing you to get flowers, chocolates, or take her some place nice for dinner. That may be true, but lets face it - if I don't do any of that stuff, I'm a bad guy. It shows I don't love my girl enough, or that I'm a thoughtless, selfish person. I'm sorry, but that ain't right. What began as a day that was supposed to be positive, turned into a burden for guys (and to a lesser extent, girls) across the nation, which now overshadows the truer meaning and value behind the original occasion.
Not to mention that certain people make ridiculous profits off of this day alone by jacking us hardworking folk. Flower shops, jewelry stores, and certain restaurants practically count on their February profits to support the rest of the year, for no good reason other than the explanation I just gave above. That's not right either. I despise these people.
Yes, in a way, they are providing a service for all of us. But how necessary is this service? Do these things, which contribute practically nothing to the good of society, deserve to be a flourishing industry in our economy?
Worse yet, the whole industry is one whose existence creates its own need. Take the car insurance industry as a comparison. We are required by law to have car insurance. Why was there such a law passed? No, it wasn't because of concerned citizens. It was because the large insurance companies paid money to lobby the government for such a law. And now they reap billions of dollars in benefits. It's a legitimate industry, a legit service, but it wouldn't be nearly as huge if not for its own doing.
Some people would argue the same about the military defense industry. The question they ask is, would Bush be pushing so hard for war if not for the influence of powerful lobbies by Lockheed Martin, Boeing, Raytheon, and my very own Northrop Grumman? Many would answer no. (Of course I personally disagree, but that's a whole other blog)
Back to my original point - there's no good reason that flower and jewelry industries are as huge as they are. The only reason they are so huge is because they have created their own demand. By relentless advertising, they passed their own unwritten law that boyfriends and husbands must buy their products on Valentine's Day or suffer punishment. Much as an insurance company or defense contractor creates its own demand by influencing the government for written laws. It's almost like some guy throwing a brick through your window, then making you pay his window repair company to fix it.
The difference is, some of us really do need insurance companies. We all need defense companies. Without them, the United States military would be a joke. You would hear things like "Why did the US Air Force fail? They ran out of paper".
Where would the world be without so many flower shops and jewelers? We'd be perfectly fine. Flowers are nice to look at, and they smell nice, but they all die within a couple days and then what? We don't need a flower shop on every corner and in every Jewel or Dominick's.
Plus, think of how many innocent roses and lilies are just growing, minding their own business, and then their lives are suddenly cut short to be a part of a corsage or bouquet for some bogus occasion. That's the ugly side of flower shops you never see, behind that deceivingly friendly face of the old lady at the counter. Please, someone please put an end to the senseless carnage!
Anyways, before this blog spirals out of control any further, I'll conclude by saying this: Let's not forget the original spirit of old Saint Valentine. Ok actually, what I mean is, we shouldn't ruin this supposedly special occasion by putting so much emphasis and expectation on it. Do special things and get nice gifts because you attach real meaning to them. Don't buy flowers or platinum necklaces just because you feel like you have to; after all, think about the kind of lily-killing bastards you are supporting. Above all else, enjoy and appreciate the day, take the time to remember why you love your loved one, and don't let all the other stuff take that away.
Monday, February 10, 2003
Telemarketers
Nobody calls my house just to hear the sweet sound of my voice these days. If it's not someone asking me to switch to MCI, it's someone doing a survey, or maybe even a recorded message asking me to vote for so-and-so. It's been annoying me so damn much and I had to do something to make myself feel better.
But I thought to myself, you know, it probably doesn't do any good to yell at them, cause they probably get that all the time and they're used to it. I had a friend who worked a summer as a telemarketer and he would tell me how the worst people to get weren't the ones who were rude and hung up right away, cause that saved him the trouble.
So today I when I got a call, I decided to waste as much of his time as I could, just for kicks and giggles. A quick recap of the conversation:
Me: Hello
Telemarketer: Hi Mr. Chen, I'd like to introduce you to a special opportuni-
M: Um, I think you have the wrong number.
T: Is this 910-____? (edited for search engine purposes) (or actually just so random people don't call me from reading my blog)
M: Yes, it is, but my name is Mark Buehrle
T: Ok, Mr. Buerhle, well, I think you may be interested to know about the-
M: Hey, did you know that I'm reporting to Spring Training just over a week?
T: I'm sorry, what was that?
M: It's gonna be a little different, I've never played with Miguel Olivo, but I think we've got a great year ahead
T: Sir, right now is a very exciting time, if you act quickly-
M: Hey, I think Chicago Tribune is better than Chicago Sun-Times, what do you think?
T: .....
M: Oh you know what we should do, let's go to the 509 and craft! Seriously man
T: .... actually, I-
M: Shoot, I think I left my Broodwar CD at Chras's house...
T: (hangs up)
So yes, a telemarketer hung up on me, for once. Hopefully his supervisor was listening in and yelled at him for his ineptitude.
I'm gettin no love from phone callers, that's for sure. Good thing I still got AIM. SarahMSU, SportyJen, and WetMegan really want me bad, I think. I keep blocking them cause I already got a girl, but they change their screen name suffix number cause they can't stay away. NO I DO NOT WANT TO CHECK OUT YOUR WEBCAM YOU FLOCKING HOES SO STOP IMING ME
Oh well. Here's a pic to lighten the mood. It's kind of a crappy pic, only P and Oiy are even looking at the camera. But in honor of the fantastic journalism I just read from mcpheenys, I had to post it. Check out Stork on the left. Man, Stork, I know it was dark but still. ????!!
Currently playing on my Winamp: Norah Jones - The Long Day Is Over
"With no reprise....
the sun will rise.......
The long day is over"
Great song to wind down after work to.
Nobody calls my house just to hear the sweet sound of my voice these days. If it's not someone asking me to switch to MCI, it's someone doing a survey, or maybe even a recorded message asking me to vote for so-and-so. It's been annoying me so damn much and I had to do something to make myself feel better.
But I thought to myself, you know, it probably doesn't do any good to yell at them, cause they probably get that all the time and they're used to it. I had a friend who worked a summer as a telemarketer and he would tell me how the worst people to get weren't the ones who were rude and hung up right away, cause that saved him the trouble.
So today I when I got a call, I decided to waste as much of his time as I could, just for kicks and giggles. A quick recap of the conversation:
Me: Hello
Telemarketer: Hi Mr. Chen, I'd like to introduce you to a special opportuni-
M: Um, I think you have the wrong number.
T: Is this 910-____? (edited for search engine purposes) (or actually just so random people don't call me from reading my blog)
M: Yes, it is, but my name is Mark Buehrle
T: Ok, Mr. Buerhle, well, I think you may be interested to know about the-
M: Hey, did you know that I'm reporting to Spring Training just over a week?
T: I'm sorry, what was that?
M: It's gonna be a little different, I've never played with Miguel Olivo, but I think we've got a great year ahead
T: Sir, right now is a very exciting time, if you act quickly-
M: Hey, I think Chicago Tribune is better than Chicago Sun-Times, what do you think?
T: .....
M: Oh you know what we should do, let's go to the 509 and craft! Seriously man
T: .... actually, I-
M: Shoot, I think I left my Broodwar CD at Chras's house...
T: (hangs up)
So yes, a telemarketer hung up on me, for once. Hopefully his supervisor was listening in and yelled at him for his ineptitude.
I'm gettin no love from phone callers, that's for sure. Good thing I still got AIM. SarahMSU, SportyJen, and WetMegan really want me bad, I think. I keep blocking them cause I already got a girl, but they change their screen name suffix number cause they can't stay away. NO I DO NOT WANT TO CHECK OUT YOUR WEBCAM YOU FLOCKING HOES SO STOP IMING ME
Oh well. Here's a pic to lighten the mood. It's kind of a crappy pic, only P and Oiy are even looking at the camera. But in honor of the fantastic journalism I just read from mcpheenys, I had to post it. Check out Stork on the left. Man, Stork, I know it was dark but still. ????!!
Currently playing on my Winamp: Norah Jones - The Long Day Is Over
"With no reprise....
the sun will rise.......
The long day is over"
Great song to wind down after work to.
Saturday, February 08, 2003
Overtime - Week 2
Up until last week, the word "overtime" had only sports-related meaning to me. It signified something good, representing an exciting game close enough to "go to overtime", or a golden opportunity for my fantasy players to score more points.
Now, it means I gotta stay at work later every day and wake up early on Saturday. It also means I am more tired and less inclined to write blogs.
Less inclined, but of course I still do it.
I made fried rice the other day, it turned out ok actually. Also, I stir fried some spinach, and it was good too. I had no idea what spiznatch looked like before cooking, it looks so different after it's cooked. Anyways, I am trying to learn how to cook. It should be cool, cause eating something you made yourself seems to be more rewarding than eating what someone else cooks.
Within a couple months, I might be leaving Darien and moving up north to Palatine. That would free up more time and make it easier to hang with the northern folks, but then I'm leaving my roots. But this daily drive has been pissing me off lately. Don't know how much more I can take.
Currently playing on my Winamp: Busta Rhymes f. Mariah - I Know What You Want
I've never liked Busta, and I haven't really liked any Mariah stuff in a long time, but this song is P-H-phat. Highly recommended by the Dudo509 Blogspot Music Division.
Up until last week, the word "overtime" had only sports-related meaning to me. It signified something good, representing an exciting game close enough to "go to overtime", or a golden opportunity for my fantasy players to score more points.
Now, it means I gotta stay at work later every day and wake up early on Saturday. It also means I am more tired and less inclined to write blogs.
Less inclined, but of course I still do it.
I made fried rice the other day, it turned out ok actually. Also, I stir fried some spinach, and it was good too. I had no idea what spiznatch looked like before cooking, it looks so different after it's cooked. Anyways, I am trying to learn how to cook. It should be cool, cause eating something you made yourself seems to be more rewarding than eating what someone else cooks.
Within a couple months, I might be leaving Darien and moving up north to Palatine. That would free up more time and make it easier to hang with the northern folks, but then I'm leaving my roots. But this daily drive has been pissing me off lately. Don't know how much more I can take.
Currently playing on my Winamp: Busta Rhymes f. Mariah - I Know What You Want
I've never liked Busta, and I haven't really liked any Mariah stuff in a long time, but this song is P-H-phat. Highly recommended by the Dudo509 Blogspot Music Division.
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