Why can't things just be easy?
I guess cause then nothing would be interesting...
Why do I ask questions that I can answer?

Sometimes i wish i wasn't such a light sleeper. Actually, i wish that ALL the time. I hate hearing the tiniest noises and not being able to go back to sleep. Sometimes i just want to be one of those people who can sleep through anything. I don't see how people can sleep and snore at the same time. I snore very rarely. Only because if i did, i'd wake myself up. On the rare occasions that i have snored (due to falling asleep in a wierd position, or nasal congestion from colds), i usually woke up because i heard myself snore. Or...maybe i do snore, who knows. But it couldn't possibly be that loud cause i would wake myself up. And how is it that in my heaviest REM cycle, I know to wake up seconds before my nose starts bleeding? But most of all, i hate when my problems during the day get incoporated into my dreams. Except sometimes, they're not dreams, i'm just sleeping and thinking about the things i'll have to deal with when i wake up. It shouldn't be like that. I should at least get to escape from my daily dilemmas for 6 or 7 hours while i sleep and dream of deserted islands and cabana boys or something (except i've never gotten either one, damn it). Is that too much to ask? Just for some nice, heavy, you-can't-wake-me-up-with-drums-if-you-tried sleep.

And yes, i'm just complaining again. Thats what you get when you come to my blogs. Complaints and frustrations.
I think i'll go now and join cady sleeping on the sand by the beach in her sweats. Maybe with the ocean in the background, i'll be able to dream of my deserted islands and cabana boys.
Don't wake me up.

At work again...bored.

So i have this huge poster of Forrest Gump on the wall next to me. Everytime i look over, i get this feeling that someones looking at me. And sure enough, i look over and there is forrest, looking at me. Stop it forrest, you're creeping me out.

In other news, mini me is getting engaged to a 6ft woman. Huh...

Ok, Missy makes a good point. #5 on my list doesn't really count as a romantic moment because of what goes on AFTER the monologue. But, if you take the monologue out of the film context, and just read it by itself as #5 on my list, its still very romantic.

I want to write a song, but have nothing to write about. Shall i write about nothing? That seems so Seinfeld. Give me some pointers will ya? In other guitar news, I found some great Madonna and Mandy Moore songs to play. Yippee!

Ok, new top 5 list.

TOP 5 Most Romantic Take Your Breath Away Moments in Movies when two lovers get together (in no particular order):

1. Moulin Rouge: When Ewan Mcgregor turns to Nicole Kidman and sings, "My gift is my song, and this song's for you."

2. You've Got Mail: When Tom Hank's dog Brinkley turns around the corner at the park, and he's yelling after Brinkley, and Meg Ryan hears Tom's voice yelling for Brinkley and realizes that her email lover really IS Tom Hanks. She wanted it to be him so bad.

3. Romeo and Juliet: When Claire Danes is looking through the tropical fish tank and sees Leonardo's eyes, and they both slowly stand up together on both sides of the tank.

4. The Wedding Singer: When after Billy Idol announces that they let first class do pretty much whatever they want, Drew Barrymore hears Adam Sandler's voice over the loud speaker singing her one of the best songs ever written.

5. Chasing Amy: Holden's monologue says it all:
I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I had to say it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this will probably queer our friendship -no pun intended- but I had to say it, because I've never felt this before, and I like who I am because of it. And if bringing it to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But I could'nt allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And I'll accept that. But I know some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitiation, that means you feel something too. All I ask is that you not dismiss that -at least for ten seconds- and try to dwell in it. Alyssa, there is'nt another soul on this fucking planet who's ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it's there between you and me. you can't deny that. And even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which -while I do appreciate it- I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, are my top 5 most favorite romantic moments. What's yours?

OMG!!

While watching the Ben and JLo interview, I found out that Ben Affleck was the little boy on Voyage of the Mimi.

VOYAGE OF THE MIMI!!!!!

Ok, how much did we love that series back in 4th grade?? I mean, they were living on a boat, and theres this grandpa who was kinda mean but he was nice at the end, and they were stranded but made drinking water out of plastic tents. Man...all the nautical knowledge I have (what little there is), I learned from that show. Damn good show.

Ok, back to the show...

Hello people!

Here I am, blogging at work. Hooray work. Hooray beer.
I'm actually in the same building that Levar Burton works in. It seems like i have some sort of connection to him or something. Or maybe i keep seeing him because he actually works here. Who knows. The bathroom here is kinda wierd. It's pretty much a storage with a toilet and a sink. Not that its dirty or anything, its actually very clean. But its just wierd peeing when you have boxes of bubble wrap and file cabinets next to you.
It's so quiet around here when its not busy. I can literally hear crickets chirping. Ok, now they stopped.

Time to go! Bye bye.

Hahahaha.......
Crazy Japanese.....
http://ieng9.ucsd.edu/~dyang/pic1/hkzkt10.wmv

Imagine that!
The day after i blog about tipping, it becomes a topic of conversation on the radio. Perhaps Ryan Secrest reads my blogs? I mean, how likely is it that he and lisa fox start talking about tipping only a few moments before i get home and get out of the car, leaving me to sit in front of my house with the engine off until they've finished with the topic, making my neighbors to wonder exactly what i'm doing just sitting in the car with the engine off?

Coincidence? Pretty likely. But ryan, if you are reading my blogs...give me some free tickets or something, i listen to you guys all the time!

So after perusing tipping.org, I am now aware that many countries do tip.
They also gave the definition of a "tip" as: something given voluntarily or beyond obligation usually for some service. Voluntarily...right. Not according to a certain code book called SOCIAL AWARENESS!! If it is voluntary, then why is there the rule of at least 15%? There should be no "at least" anything if this custom is supposed to be "voluntary." I mean, just say that its 15%. Don't put words in there like "at least."

HOWEVER, to contradict myself even more...
After receiving my paycheck today, i'm more appreciative of tips. (Not that i wasn't appreciative before, mind you.) I was reminded of something i forgot to mention in my last post: taxes. Taxes rob you of your paycheck, and that is how i can justify the so called "voluntary" tipping practice. So now when people tip me, i won't have to feel guilty about it and just think of it as them paying for my taxes. And when i tip people, i'll just think of it as me paying for their taxes. And if we both do our part, they cancel each other out so that theres no taxes to pay! Yippee!!

Ok, so i know it doesn't really work that way. But i feel like someone's gonna be kicking me in the ass for being on both sides of the fence about this whole topic. Soon. Very soon. Someone thats a waiter or waitress who lives off tips. So that whole cancelling each other out thing was just a ploy to confuse you people before you give me a good ass kicking. But don't you think tips is just an excuse for owners to pay waiters like shit? Because of tips, employers can pay people less and justify the low salary with the tips that they'll be getting. What if waiters and waitresses of the world united, and began a strike for more money? But i'm sure if that worked, there would've been some changes by now.

So for now, Hooray for ass kicking! Hooray beer!

This Friendster thing is insane. INSANE i tell you!! It has its goods and its bads. But mostly, i can't stand it (even though i myself am on it and have asked friends to join). I feel like a sellout. I hope that all my friends (whether they're on friendster or not) will know that they are my friends and how much i appreciate them no matter whose list i'm on. or they're on. or not on. but if you're reading this, then you're obviously a friend, and i'd much rather have you listen to me banter about nothing than write a testimonial about me and how kewl i am or how great of a "friend" i am. cause really, if you are familiar with friendster at all, who would write a bad testimonial about someone? if someone doesn't like someone, you wouldn't be a friend! you wouldn't be asked to join friendster through that person, and you certainly wouldn't be writing a testimonial about that certain person you don't like.
and i'm sure by bashing on friendster, i've offended probably about 80% of my friend population, seeing how i don't have many friends, and most of them are on friendster. haha. kinda ironic. so to you, my friendster friends, i'm taking a letter of apology:

I'm sorry friends. it's not you, it's friendster. i have a love/hate relationship with friendster, and its not fair that you, friend, are caught in the middle. It's just something i have to deal with on my own. i hope you will understand and forgive me. It was never suppose to be this way. I never meant to join, but i just kept receiving email after email, seducing me to join. I'm sure you were lured in the same way. And then, one night, i couldn't handle the emails any longer and finally surrendered to the temptations. It's not something i'm proud of. Just remember, i'm a member of friendster just like many of you are. And even though bashing on the organization that i myself am a part of is rather contradictory, its something i must do to get my frustrations out. So please forgive me. It was never you, and was always friendster.

Sincerely,
your friend.........ster


On to the next topic of discussion: Tipping.
I never really understood the whole tipping thing. It's not that i'm against it, i just don't get it. I've been on both sides of the tipping fence: i've tipped, and been tipped, and yet i still don't get it.
Yes, i understand that waiters and waitresses make their living off tips. In fact, i'm considering being one to make some money myself. But what i don't understand is the need for gratuity. Isn't it part of the cost of the meal? But, you pay the meal, and you tip. Who started that? Who started the tradition of tipping, and who made it mandatory that groups of 6 or more should tip more? (ok, maybe not "mandatory" but just in good taste)
Isn't the service included in the cost of food? Shouldn't employees accept the fact that, going into the job, the salary they agreed to is what they're getting, without the tips?
So, people out there now might be thinking i'm just a cheap skate. Maybe i am. But, i do tip people, and i've worked at places where people tip you. I've been tipped, and i still don't understand it. People have given me a whole dollar for pouring coffee for them. Coffee that cost them 95 cents. I'm not going to complain and i'll gladly accept the tip, but tell me how that makes sense. I would think that a cup of coffee probably really costs....less than 50 cents, lets say. So maybe 40 cents goes into running the store and the cups and profits. And 5 cents or less is part of the service fee that i'm already getting in my paycheck, so tipping me more than their cup of coffee costs really just doesn't make any sense.
I always felt guilty when people gave me big tips. Yes, when people tip well it probably means they were happy with the service, but I always feel like the service fee was already included in their purchase, no? Can someone confirm or deny that for me?
Then there are times when i get really great service and i was happy enough with the service that i wanted to tip them, but it wasn't a place where tipping was necessary. Like, shoe salesmen/women for instance. Sure you can say that waitressing is hard work. But isn't helping people find the right type of shoe, making sure it fits, going to the back to find the right color and size, isn't all that just as tough? I mean come on! You're dealing with people's feet all day!
What about retail? They provide a service, and probably don't get paid all THAT much, but they don't get tipped.
Janitors? They don't get tipped.
When you buy a meal, you're paying for the service and a product (food). When you work, you get paid for doing what you do, which is serving people. Where does the tip come in to play?
Maybe i just have a skewed way of thinking about things, so can someone enlighten me on the concept of tipping? But then again, maybe my thinking isn't THAT skewed, cause where else in the world other than the US do people tip and get tips? Our canadian friends perhaps? Eh? I really have no idea.

Whew. So.

In other news: a headline today ran: Dawson's Hottie no longer Single, referring to James Van DerBeek. First of all, wasn't he "no longer single" a long time ago? And second, who says he's a hottie?

MONSTER GARAGE!

What a great show. This week is wild west week on the discovery channel, so they transformed an old Ford Ranchero into a mechanical hydraulic riding bull/machine. They even had real bull riders ride it. The result was a little disappointing, since the ranchero didn't seem to bounce high enough, so the ride didn't look as rough as a real bull. But the concept of it was cool. And the finished ranchero looked great, they painted it and everything. If you don't know what i mean just watch the show. It's hilarious. I think they're showing it again on saturday at 9pm. If anyone happened to catch this episode, let's chat!

Today is Cady's Bday. Happy Birthday Cady!!! I hope you're out celebrating like crazy. And you're wrong, i'm still a moron.

In other news: i received an email from missy today that was titled "Sex." Wondering what missy might have meant by that, i opened the email, only to find her asking me if i want a bigger you-know-what. Seeing how i don't even have a you-know-what, let alone a big one, i couldn't possibly want a bigger one than the one i already don't have, so i mentally declined missy's offer. politely of course, as to not hurt her feelings for offering me such a wonderful opportunity. It also seems as though missy has changed her email to "xxilgzddcnejdfxx@msn.com"

That missy. what a tease.

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Meat overdose...

Tonight I went to Outback Steakhouse with my family. I've been wanting to go there for a long time, so of course I was excited when we went. But then what do i do? I go and overdose on meat. I had chicken, ribs, and steak. I don't think i've ever had that much meat by itself in one sitting. Except for that time we had turducken, which, i will probably never do again. After that night, i told myself that i never wanted to eat chicken again. But that lasted for about a day.
Usually i get some sort of pasta, or just chicken. But there's always something else other than the meat. Not tonight though. It was just meat. Ugh. Nights like this make me want to become a vegetarian. Although, that thought will probably last a day too.
Not that the food wasn't good. It was great actually. But it was just an overabundance of meat. This brings me to wonder about the Atkins diet. How do people do it? I can barely do it for one meal. Bring on the rice and pasta and potatos. Bring on the carbs. I need them. For without them, meat is just well cooked animal flesh. With them, meat is a nice little side delight to my yummy carbs. Mmm......carbs.

Hooray carbs! Hooray beer!

(Hooray beer is a saying coined by a jamaican wannabe actor, copyrighted by a beer commercial often played on the radio. For future references, I'm referring to the commercial, not beer.)

Ok, so LA isn't THAT bad...that is, after midnight.

Especially when you have norah with you, and you can just zip through the freeways as fast as you want. As norah says:

All I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night.
Come away with me.

LA after midnight is kinda nice and pretty even, with all them twinkling lights and whatnot. Especially the quiet part: it doesn't talk back to you, or frustrate you, or annoy you, or be a smartass when you really don't need smartasses around. It's just quiet. Kinda like models, yknow? Good for the looking, but once they start opening up...well, they just really shouldn't. Being able to zip through the freeways is kinda invigorating. It's like my way of saying a big FUCK YOU to the horrid LA traffic that i've been going through, and will be going through for a while longer than expected. Although... the freeway is never gonna know i'm saying that to it by going fast. Perhaps i shall take a letter.

Dear LA traffic,
You suck. Big time. You are a sorry excuse for smog. You make my ass hurt and my right ankle sore. Whats worse, you make me sit through crappy radio songs (...I mean really, Daniel Beddingfield? Oy...he should get a letter from me too!). You make my Corolla crawl when it can fly. You waste my time, money, and gas- all of which I want back by the way. I hate you and your filthy existence.
Hating you always,
Your Hater.

Yes, it's a bit cruel I'll admit. But its well deserved.
And on second thought, i have to take something back. I don't personally know any models, so i really can't judge their intelligence. Let's just say LA is like...like...well, you think of something.

And now,
my heart is about to explode and i have to pee.
No more coffee after midnight for meeeeeeeeeeeeee...