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As re: the music, oh my god random guy next to me if I can hear that mope-rock so clearly you are seriously blowing your eardrums out. Do you want to be deaf by 24? DO YOU?!

Uh. Achem. Anyway.

Let's make a quick post before my japanese midterm- eek, by the way.

I'm finally caught up in nihongo- all it took was the threat of failing the class if I didn't get in all the work like rightnow. So, on two hours of sleep I have done everything- everything- I had missed before. And, it's all kind of perfect, except for that one section where I had to answer those random-ass questions.

I've been v. socially engaged the last couple of nights; monday I went to the depot with Taketa and learned that yes, indeed, I *am* a cheap date, now that I'm not constantly jacking myself up with nicotine. This is both good and bad, because while my tabs will be much cheaper, this also means I might get myself into some... interesting situations. I also learned that apparently I'm over T... that only took three years or so. This came up with my suggestion that if some old troll were to hit on me, I would label T as my totally-monogamous-has-adopted-a-Korean-child-with-me-capital-B-Boyfriend. That coupled with the fact that T and I could probably kick half the people in the Depot's asses (well, besides the lesbians) would dissuade any hopefully bought drinks with a side of a) rohypnol or b) innappropriate touching. But then an "I need an adult" moment DID happen, and... I couldn't do it. The idea just seemed so ludicrous, So it turned into, just, "Yeah, this is my... yeah."

Even as late as early 2007 the idea of even having T be my ersatz boyfriend would have thrilled me to no end, and I would have taken full advantage of that opportunity to act all boyfriendy in the hopes that yes, he would see that I was in fact totally awesome and yes, he would totally date me. Obviously this did not end up being the case, but it existed in the back of my mind for so long that I never thought I would really be over it. In fact, it turned into this weird, I guess, backup crush. I was into T and then I was into Derek and then that went to its sour end, and then back to T and then Logan, usw usw usw. But yeah, I guess that's over then. "Of course, we'll still be friends..."

I followed up the night of faggotry with a night of japanese homework until Susan decided that she was going to take me for late night adventures. I lured Arthur away from his evil math and off we went. We ended up wasting a lot of time in Beto's, that place on Howe(?) and ElCa that's very quickly becoming a staple of ASZ (Also Sprach Zarathustra?) hanging out, before deciding that damned the consequences we were heading to midtown. So we did, neglecting to remember/care that it was at this point 2 AM. We passed Lipstick, the climax of last week's adventures, just as all the hipsters were getting out; again, only using the main entrance. Seriously people. Three doors. Anyway. As it was now officially beer o'clock, we the Gleesome Threesome decided there was only one more place we could really have adventures. Oh that's right. 24-Hour WalMart.

Honestly, this would be a lot more entertaining as a photoblog, but A to my knowledge hasn't uploaded those candid shots of us with cat shelters on our heads and the Fish Riding Experience. Actually, I don't know if there were shots of the FRE, but my god was it surreal. I'm sure he'll phostoblog about it and I guess I'll just post a link to that.

Oh. Speaking of crosslinking between journals...

HI NEW INTERNET FRIENDS. I'M GLAD YOU DECIDED TO SEEK OUT MY OH-SO EXCITING AND ENTERTAINING LIVEJOURNAL ON THE INTERWEBS! DOES THIS MEAN THAT ALL OF A'S CRAZY NET STALKERS WILL START TO NET STALK ME TOO? JEEPERS OH GOLLY I JUST CAN'T WAIT!

Yeah, that vitriolic post about tthhee ppaarrttyy was referenced on the county-famous Diary of Antoine Roquentin and read by several internot celebrities. It even got a comment from one of them! Neat, huh? So you better enjoy my LJ while you can, because if I say the wrong thing now, it might get hackzored by a greyhat. Or, a lolcat. Either or.

Ok. Midterm time. Wish me luck!

It's over. It's passe. I'm really fucking tired of it.

I say this because I am (still) sick, and i really don't want to walk in this pouring disgusting scary rain. fucking buckets, pouring down, ugh.

I called in sick to shitty day job of doom for the first time on Thursday; it was pouring rain, i felt like death warmed over, etc. The next day I also felt like doom, but they "needed me" so I took the hourlong trip out there and proceeded to clean things for six hours in the rain because there were no customers. I need the money and all, but that's just ridiculous. Went to the show, ended up making my way downtown.

Mario and his friend Shawn had asked me to hit them up when I made it to an area that wasn't in the middle of nowhere, so I ended up meeting them at this place called Luigi's- insert joke about Mario/Luigi here- and then going all the way down to M.'s house and back up to Hamburger Mary's Patties. It was really quite bizarre; there was the three of us and everyone else seemed to be there to celebrate someone's birthday and engage in "naughty" polymorphous perverse dancing. I did my trademark bass-baritone new-wavey/heavy metal vox version of "Toxic" and they clustered around me, doing whatever stereoheterotypical persons feel is walking on the wild side. Awkward. Afterwards, we went back to M.'s place, S. left, and I crashed on the couch.

The next morning was really fun and productive, I felt. M. and I decided that in honour of his living on Whiskey Hill (no joke!) we were going to slum it for the entire day (and watch Little Britain Abroad, which is kind of like slumming it). So began a day of thrifting (found nothing we wanted, but plenty of ridiculousness), trawling the 99 Cent store for cheap shit, and of course, since M. is SUPER LATINO NUMBER ONE, a visit to the scary-ass carniceria for mexican sweetbreads and HECHO EN MEXICO Coca Cola. Which, I found, is actually kinda awesome. I hadn't had actual Coke in quite some time and it wasn't nearly disgusting as I remember it being. Funny how when you actually use sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup your drink doesn't taste like an oil slick.

After our lower-class adventures we went to Ben's to finally get my copy of Say You Want A Revolution back, and, since it was literally across the street, stopped into True Love for a minute or forty. He played with his iPhone, I made wacky out there art with the convenient True Love Markers- which would be a great name for a band- and we didn't talk much at all until it was time to drop me off at my casa.

This is where i'm going to take a quick moment to speak on the subject of how I love being silent with people. I really like, once a friendship has been established where you know you CAN talk about things, just sitting around with someone and not having to constantly engage in witty banter. Mari and I do it all the time; she'll be knitting, i'll be working on something, every once in a while one of us will pop up with some bon mot, and so on. if you never pass that stage with a person where silence is completely abhorrent, it's probably not going to end up being a terribly fruitful friendship. Please note that said silences do not work well on the phone.

Anyway.

So then I did the show again, and proceeded to have a quiet night of playing Scrabble and reading Stuff White People Like, which is apparently the new funny blog. All in all, not a bad couple of days.

Also: Goldfrapp's new album comes out on tuesday. Not bad if you, you know. Like Goldfrapp, at all.

Dear Taxis and other vehicles that decided to splash Daniel and I- mostly me, but only because I was there longer- while we were by the MUNI station, apparently completely out of spite:

Thank you for soaking me! I knew that there was one square inch of fabric that wasn't completely dripping wet due to the TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR that had been unleashed on San Francisco a few hours prior, and you kindly took care of that. what would I do without you guys? Let's hug as soon as we get the chance.

Dear Homeless People:

It was such a boost to my self esteem that you thought me, the guy randomly milling about waiting for a ride, had an incredible surplus of money he could spare for your habit. I mean, I wasn't really dressed well, and rather than point that out you chose to ignore my plain hoodie and- let's face it- on-their-last-legs boots and made me feel like i gave off the air of a well-heeled philanthropist dedicated exclusively to your causes. I might as well have been wearing a monocle.

Dear Catfish and Mandala:

I'm sorry for talking so much shit about you. I'm also sorry for sort of damaging your cover, even though that was mostly the fault of the aforementioned rain/taxis. If it helps, I'm never going to sell you because you're really, really good. I know I've been talking about how your author has been trying too hard, but that's only because I thought he was making you up instead of writing down what actually happened in his life. Now that I know you're a memoir, I will recommend you highly to anyone who wants a refreshingly modern look at Vietnamese culture!

I've had quite a week so far.

A selection from the script of the show i'm currently working:

LINA: (from offstage) Talk with me while i'm changing!
NED: What do you mean?
LINA: I get nervous, is all. Just say something small, some palaver!
NED: (thinks) D-do you believe in Orginal Sin? (beat)
LINA: Why no, I don't believe I have seen any good movies lately, have you?

I love my job.

Saturday morning on my way to work I saw a man in a banana suit standing outside of the church of scientology. It made my day, honestly. Another among many other things I did this weekend was kareoke with Mari two nights in a row for the first time ever. We did a lot of duets, because we're awesome. A few of our selections:

Moulin Rouge - Elephant Love Medley
Wicked - What Is This Feeling
Ben Folds - Song For The Dumped
(The last one is not a traditional duet, but it becomes one when one of the singers decides to do the chorus in Japanese)

Ed has ordered me to go on a manga reading adventure. This oughtta be good.

the rogue potato is hanging out with his friend onion. they've run into the bananas, which are bad influences and have mutant freak seeds. the bananas don't complain about being called mutant freaks, but one day they will and they will rebel. it will be known as the end of days.

kitty.