I'm a nerd! However, this isn't news, because there are various (and OBVIOUS!) reasons as to why.

For one, I am strangely proud that I beat Kingdom Hearts II. On my own. yay. haha.

Secondly, I am strangely amused by a random conversation which occurred between a coworker and myself. Even now, I'll still giggle when I retell it.

Lastly, I enjoy reading random articles in wikipedia. haha.

Anyway, I finally had the opportunity to do some long overdue catchup meals with a few friends. Dammit, I miss out on a lot! I feel so out of the loop. I feel so out of touch with people. I need to fix that. er.

Something strange occured on my way home from Coronado. I don't like taking that bridge home. I don't know why, its actually a pretty nice ride. Anyway, I decide to go through IB instead, since its just more familiar to me.  Upon arrival in IB, I got cut off by this old school 80s car. In my frustration, I threw up my left hand (surprisingly NOT the finger), which I guess served as the double purpose of "yes, you can cut me off" and "OMG, you fucking idiot"!  Apparently, this may have rubbed that driver off the wrong way, because he decided to suddenly drive very slowly. I decided that the middle lane was not where I wanted to be anyway, so I changed to the right lane. Somehow, this frustrated him further, and he changed into my lane immediately (in back of me). I suppose he wanted to try to cut me off again. Instead, I kept a small distance between the truck in front me of and myself, so that I wouldn't have to deal with that guy.

I couldn't be more wrong about that. He decided he was going to cut me off one way or other. He then drove in the bike lane, just to try to hit me. When he figured that it was impossible. He sped up and cut off the truck in front me and tried to drive slower to annoy me. Luckily, I got caught behind the red light and did not have to deal with it. He noticed, and then pulled over. I think that bastard wanted to try to cut me off again! I did not want to deal with that childish shit. I made a quick decision and turned right immediately. Crisis adverted.

SF in three days. Yay!

the perfect me

Here I am awake at 1am, typing out a nonsense blog about myself. I guess that's what happens when you take a 3 hour nap (?!) in the afternoon. Hey now, I think I deserve it. After the crazy hours I've been working (including this Saturday >_<), I guess its not so bad.

I am obsessed with the perfect me. I'm sure we all are, but I think I've got this unhealthy level of obsession. I cannot stand that I am no where near that perfect me. In fact, I spend at least 10 minutes everyday killing myself over this. Why the heck am I not anywhere near the perfect me?! (Ok, I know that I'll never be it, but I can come close right??)

I'm an idiot, because I know that I don't have it as bad as others. Apparently, I've heard that I've done well so far. Bleh. Heard. haha. I didn't see that though. I just see that I always fall short of everything. This doesn't have anything to do with the people in my life at all (if that's what it sounds like). It has everything to do with me and how much if I failure I feel that I am.  I used to be quite dependent and felt like I could do anything I wanted. It just doesn't feel like that anymore. I feel like I don't have the talent to accomplish anything.

I have this bad habit of comparing myself to others. I'm not trying to be better, per se, just comparable. I think that if people are living up to their full potential (or at least getting there), then there aren't any reasons why I couldn't either. I guess it's more of a "everyone looks so happy with themselves...." and then I realize that maybe, I'm not.

Anyway, I'm leaving on another full filled business trip to Kansas City. haha. greeeat. I bet that the storm that we had this weekend will travel there, and I'll get to enjoy it all over again - Missouri style.

Off topic: Who actually reads these blogs? There are a number of hits per day, and I find it funny that people actually read what I say. Anyway - thanks for that.

Ozzy is a butt. He really is. haha.

background noise

Nothing new happening over here. It seems like the world is just whizzing by whilst I work. Nonetheless, I suddenly have this urge to blog.

I've noticed one thing about my neighbors. You see, our neighborhood is quite the pet friendly one. They've even set up poop receptacles all over - complete with poop bags. The ghastly thing about this whole situation is that, people are too damn lazy to pick up the poop. They just leave it there - not caring whether someone is going to step on it or if another dog may eat it. They even have the audacity to allow their dog to poop right next to the receptacle and just leave it there. What's the big deal? They provide bags! Or do these people not have grocery bags? I purchase the special poop bags from the store - what is with these people?!

I have never ever seen more irresponsible pet owners in one area. It' so difficult to believe that people could allow a retriever or lab live in an apartment. yes, our apartments are actually nicely sized - but still! These are outdoor dogs - not indoor pets! Some of them don't discipline their dogs either - they just let them bark, run away or pull at the leash constantly. I guess some people are just selfish...

I got my performance review back yesterday. This year is a little bit different. They give you your file first, give you the weekend to ponder it, and then you meet with your boss to discuss it. you also learn about your merit increase at that time. interesting. i did well for the year..so that's good.

other than that, nothing big has happened. work is work...ozzy's doing ok...family is ok as well.

i've developed this liking to nip/tuck. what the heck took me so long?!

who IS that crazy mofo?

There's this very weird guy who lives close to my dad's place. I get freaked out everytime I visit, but I have this fear that this guy will kill me. I know it sounds weird, but today's events was proof positive that this guy was just crazy.

Background: a few weeks ago, Mike and I pulled up to my dad's and I notice that the house across had its door open. The guy was near his doorway, jamming on his electric casio. old school style. The strange thing is that you couldn't hear music (maybe he had his headphones on?) and his tv was unplugged and sitting on the walkway. When we finally got out of the car, the guy yelled (or sang?) "Ya'll gotta come out here like ya'll da poparazzi!". No idea if he was just yelling at me (as I had just arrived and gotten out of my car), or if it was just an exciting part of his song.

Another thing that we noticed was that there's always a shitload of people coming in and out of the house. Maybe its druggie central?

The thing today though, was a little too much for me. I roll up around 9pm, and the guy is out in the front hacking up his front yard. with a shovel. moving dirt. pounding dirt. throwing the dirt in the middle of the street. at 9pm. in the dark. WTF? I didn't really know what to do with that. The worst part was, that after a few steps he'd take his shovel, and do a little jig with it in the middle of the street. I did not want to move out of my car...but I couldn't drive away either.

The first moment I got, I jumped out of my car and ran into the building. Five minutes later, I realized that I forgot my fricking Ipod in the car. I finally mustered up enough guts to go back to my car to pick it up. Whenever I unlock my car, the alarm makes this "singsongy" sound as it unlocks. As soon as I unlocked, crazy guy starts whistling the singsongy sound. I ran my ass back into the building and prayed that he would be gone when it was time for me to leave. As luck would have it...he was. Of course, I kept looking at my backseat to make sure that he wasn't crouched behind there...shovel in tow...but that's just me. =P