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It is almost 4am and I still cannot sleep, I am neither tired nor sleepy, I feared this would happen.  I cannot recall the last time I had a great 8hrs+ of sleep and have the following days go with relatively, even by my standards, semi-decent sleep.

An hour ago I went outside hoping for some fresh air, all I could smell was the asphalt from the construction zone, so much for fresh air.

I should’ve drank myself to sleep.

I woke up this morning and for the first time in a long time, too long for that matter, I was delighted to see the time on my watch, it was 8:15am.  Now, for the majority of people, specially on a sunday, there wouldn’t be anything extraordinary about that; however when you take into account that I, willingly, went to bed around 12:15am last night, that equates to 8 hrs of uninterrupted, delightful, and much needed sleep.  What could make things better?  I just laid in bed, smiled in disbelief I just had 8 hours of sleep, and I let myself fall back asleep for another 1 1/2 hours.  I turned on the tube, watched some tv, decided I was bored, I started to message people to see if they wanted to go out and play outside.

I didn’t get a possitive response from anyone of the peeps I tried to convince to go out and play.  I guess it is a good thing that I always expect to end up doing things on my own anyways.

I received a phone call from my sister around 11am to remind me that we are supposed to get together and go watch a movie, the hulk if you cared to know, and that I shouldn’t leave the house if I didn’t plan to be back for the 2:30pm showing.  Sure, that gives me “plenty” of time to still get some time to play outside but by this time I had neither a) brush my teeth b) taken a shower c) fixed the bearings on one of the wheels on my rollerblades ( I will never buy replacement wheels from K2, their in-line skates are awesome but their replacement wheels I am not impressed with at all) of those taks a and b would’ve been a quick fix but I wasn’t about to take a quick shower.  There is nothing better, to me, than taking a long shower- and I mean long, somewhere in the neighborhood of 20min+), after I’ve had a very good night sleep.  I ended up not going anywhere, my rollerblades are still acting up and I don’t have a working bike.

I sat outside for a few minutes, just taking in the nice weather-even if it were a bit too hot for some people.  I watched a rack of people go by riding their bikes.  It made me want to go take their bikes from them.  Now, that is not to say that I would go and just take a bike from anyone, I wouldn’t take a bike from someone that rides his bike often, often enough to merit have a bike either as a means of transportation or recreation that is, but I would take a bike from someone that has too much money, buys a really nice bike that ends up sitting somewhere at home unattended, or just has a bike to say that he has a bike.  Strangely enough, I know people like that, I wish I would’ve taken his bike last time I rode it, he would’ve never missed it.  I decided I was better off eating another popsicle while staring at my feet instead.

Met my sister, her husband, my cousin, and a friend of my sister’s at movie theaters and since it was still early we decided to get lunch.  We went to Moby’s, a kabob joint, and we ordered enough food for a freaking platoon.  I have no self control, I ate too much, I am glad I don’t find their food spectacular otherwise I would’ve had some more.  As I walked out of Moby’s I suddenly had a thought running through my head “what if the movie sucks? can you sit in that theather for 2hrs + without walking out?.”  Luckily for me, I found a cure for that rather quickly.  I walked into the ABC store across the street and grabbed 2 small bottles of vodka so I could spike up my drink at the movie theater.

The movie turned out to be a lot better than I expected to be, in fact I’d go as far as saying that it was entertaining.  The hulk wears a Polar heart rate monitor.  When I looked at his wrist, and I heard the beeping coming from his “watch” I knew exactly what it was, the sound was only too familiar.

I came home with the prospect of starting writing a paper for school, a paper that should’ve been turned in last semester, however my teacher was nice enough to give me an incomplete and let me turn it in late.  I turned on my laptop with the enthusiasm a cow shows as it is artificially inseminated.  I waited for my desktop to load its icons but it was taking way longer than usual, I assumed something went whacky and it was eating up all my ram, I proceeded to do a forced shutdown of it.  “Windows is shutting down” message/screen stared at me for over 5 minutes, I had no patience left, I forced the shutdown by holding the power button.

It turns out the laptop didn’t like that, this had happened once before, my linux ninja friend DizkoDan helped me fix it then.  Apparently “one or more sectors on the hard drive are corrupted” or something like that.  I should’ve changed the hard drive earlier, before it crapped out, I know sit here with a hard drive full data I need which I might not be able to retrieve.

Went to worstbuy and looked for an IDE laptop hard drive, they had only one, they wanted $129 for a 120GB hard drive.  I almost peed my pants laughing, I left the store knowing I could find it cheaper somewhere else.  I drove to Microcenter and found a 250GB EIDE drive for $109 twice as big as the one at worstbuy, and even cheaper still, now the cheapest I could’ve found the drive for but I was done shopping, I wanted a quick fix, I bought the damn drive and an 8gb flash drive, sometimes instant gratification merits the extra money spent.

New drive is installed and most of the old software has been installed.  I still need to figure out why the computer tells me that the drive is only 120gb rather than 250gb but I am happy it is running at this time at least.  I hate updating winblows.

I had french onion soup again tonight, I had forgotten how much a love that stuff.  I think it has to do with the copious amounts of onions you can find in it!  it is basically just beef broth and onions pretty much.  I never realized how easy it is to make, in fact when I was done making it I looked at myself in the mirror and thought “man, you are retard!! you’ve been paying five dollars for a bowl of soup that doesn’t even cost 50 cents to make”  I wanted to kick my own ass, sometimes I wish I had that ability, I’ve tried slapping myself but somehow it doesn’t carry the same weight, it does make you look like a crazy person if perform in public though.

I sat at here alone, again, playing with my phone, debating if I should make a phone call or not.  Who am I going to call? nobody cares to hear me whine anyways, no one should be put through that hassle anyways.  I shot a text message to someone I know wont respond, she is too busy having fun in Florida, besides she only talks to me when she seems to need/want something, there seems to be a theme there.

I received two text messages tonight, neither one of them from a living entity, the alert system at school informed me of “dangerous weather” in my area.

While flipping through the channels earlier, stupid rain kept me a prisoner in my own home, I watched George Lopez’s show.  “Depression? we don’t suffer from that, that is a white, rich people’s disease.”  Needless to say that it made me smile.

My parents left two days ago, or is it three?  I miss having them around.

I received an email from my brother earlier, he sent pictures of my parents.  They seem to be having fun, I know my brother welcomes the opportunity to have them around, he hasn’t seen them in almost a year.  My brother says he is lonely sometimes, I’d like to sympathize a little more but I have different views on what “lonely” means, sometimes I wish I could just stop thinking the way I do.  I guess I get it, I just don’t understand it.

Yesterday, I spent my lunch hour at the bike shop.  Performance is having their anniversary sale.  I looked at so many pretty bikes, yes I used the term pretty to describe a bike, I should not do that, I can’t afford any of them.  I was almost half-tempted to take one out for a test-ride and never coming back, somehow it didn’t seem like the greatest idea.

I found a nearly new bike on craigslist for $250 the owner claims to have only about 20 miles on it.  I almost bought it, I should’ve bought it, I was waiting for someone else to respond to an earlier inquiry to sell me his bike.  The bike I almost bought was a fixie, I am really looking for a mountain bike, but for the price and quality of bike I was going to get, I can live without gears, my fatass needs the exercise.

I found another bike on craigslist for $250.  This is a mountain bike, it even comes with disc brakes.  I might email the guy today, apparently he is moving oversees again and needs to get rid off his bikes.  Actually, there is more than just the two bikes I listed here but I am a bit picky on what I want on a bike, perhaps not the best when working with a very limited budget hah!  Maybe I ought to look at what the salvation army has in stock.

I am still bored, restless, and way too sober.  Sometimes I think I drink only to keep myself from being able to get in the car and drive somewhere that I know will get me in trouble.

Winblows has been doing the same god–m update for the past 30 minutes.  I have no patience left, I have no desire to write anymore.  Nothing to see, moving on.

@punquin those b some mighty good looking pictures there. I like the background color of the booth.

@dizkodan I am saying foolio. You gotz a bike and dont even use the shitz. I need to come up with like $500 for a new bike.

I tried to ride my bike today hah the derraileur and cassete are completely dead… I think I need a new bike.

@meltoids butt crack pants? are you also wearing your super slutty F-ck me boots? I demand an explanation.

@dizkodan aww yeaah get some margaritas n then sexytime!

@dizkodan i hear that shit brotha i can use one now

Can’t sleep! for some reason I’ve been up since 4am, considering I didn’t go to sleep until around 1am, I say sleep is for the weak.

The sun started coming up around 5ish am here, it is bright out-in spite of the cloud coverage- it is only 5:50am.

I like having the sun come through the window every morning, I’ve never really had that anywhere else.  Not that this is a unique situation, I just never willingly set up the curtain/sheers to have the sun come through the window as it decides to grace us with its presence every day.  My host likes the way her sheers diffuse the sunlight as it comes through the window, I prefer the full blast of sunlight- we agreed to disagree in this particular instance.

I need a new set of wheels for my rollerblades.  If my rollerblades weren’t “dead” right now, I’d be outside running around like a complete moron.  I found out that biking doesn’t really bother me here-as far as altitude goes that is- but rollerblading does become a bit more laborious than what I am used to in VA.  It makes me laugh because in VA biking usually takes a bit more out of me than rollerblading, why would it be the complete opposite in a place that is much higher up with 10 to 20% less oxygen in the air?  It beats the sh-t out of me, in fact, it makes no sense at all.

I learned how to hand hold a gerbil yesterday.  I was expecting him to crap in my hand as I held it, alas it didn’t crap on my hand, cannot say that I am disappointed.  I also discovered that gerbil feces and urine does not smell as I expected it to smell.  I was expecting it to smell more like rat waste; however that was not the case.

I am still annoyed that somehow I managed to ruin a brand new, perfectly good set of wheels for my rollerblades.

I am still confused as to how people here have such a different notion of what “far” means, insofar time/distance traveling in a car goes.  I wonder, if I were to move here, Would my notion of “far” ever change? Would I be able to completely reprogram my brain to think alike the locals,  or would I just be glad that I can now take my bike out and go anywhere I need to go because it is only but a few miles down the road?  difficult to say, va savoir?.

We are supposed to have people over tonight for dinner.  Scott-nice Alabama “goober”- is coming over for dinner, he wants to try ceviche.  One of my friends originally volunteered me to prepare the ceviche, however his wife’s grandmother is visiting and it was decided that she was going to be one preparing it instead.  She is also going to be making arroz con leche (Peruvian style rice pudding), flan (I call it “Peruvian style creme brule) and something called “rico pastel” (I believe that is a Nicaraguan dessert, a good one i might add).  She is also making a couple other vegetarian dishes to feed my kind host, she does not partake in the meat-eating goodness.

As a side note I’d like to point out that a long time ago I figured out that although I could very well go vegetarian one day, I’d never be able to go vegan.  I am not a milk fan at all whatsoever, however milk byproducts are just such an integral part of my diet that I’d think I’d die if cannot have butter, cheese, sour cream, etc for more than a couple of days.  It is just not natural and, not surprisingly, incredibly difficult to sustain oneself on such diet, I don’t have the time to keep a rigorous regiment of food intake.

I was chastised yesterday for trading “empty calories” obtained by my beer consumption than “real calories” from food.  Some things, as it turns out, are easier explained and justified in my head than when I try to make others understand and/or even see my point of view.  Although I have a nagging feeling that the “empty calories” argument was not about the empty calories at all but something else completely different, va savoir?

I want to write more but I am not sure what to say/ahare here anymore.  I could bitch about how I am an idiot for forgetting a few essential things back in VA.  I could’ve used a camera, I don’t particularly like using someone else’s camera and they never understand why I take pictures of the things I take pictures of.  I read those lines and all I can see is I in “whinny bitch” mode, it makes me laugh because that is not the case, I am having fun regardless of what people might think.  I guess delivery does go a long way when you have something to say… I wonder if this applies to ASL? Can you “sound” rude in ASL, if you are only asking for facts and are very short/concise in your answer/questioning style?  Does anyone else think about this sort of thing or am I the only moron that contemplates this?

This is exactly why I just don’t want to keep writing-please see above- I tend to ramble and I might as well just not say anything, if i don’t have anything “important” to say.  Then again, what is “important”? who ultimately gets to judge the value of it?… I must urinate, peace out.

PS: I want to go to the wind tunnel in Denver, maybe I’ll rent a car and drive there. I wish i would’ve remember to borrow DizkoDan’s gps unit.