anyone in the nyc area, really really bored, free at around 7pm tomorrow (monday) and into dolls?
forget about the doll-part.
free beer anyone?

(let me clarify: i'm not into beer, but there's an event i want to check out. maybe the free alcohol appeals to you.)

am i mysterious?
i was voted "most mysterious" at my church back in tacoma. and 2 individuals (from different circles) in l.a. have called me mysterious.

am i though? i've always considered myself pretty transparent. i strive to be genuine to everyone i meet... i try to be honest with myself constantly. i wonder what gives off this vibe of intrigue?

don't get me wrong-- i'd rather be mysterious than boring. but, to be frank, "boring" is probably the more accurate adjective for this roboto.

i just hope i'm not crushing the expectations of this swarm* of cute girls with my immense triteness.



* by "swarm" i mean "handful**"
** by "handful" i mean "couple***"
*** by "couple" i mean "non-existent".

it's 4:30pm and the sun's already setting.
i've decided to spend thanksgiving with my aunt and her family (and their young adult group-- my aunt's husband is a pastor). i was hoping for a low-key holiday, but it looks like i'll have to be all social. haha. maybe i have mono.

1.75 down, .75 to go!

we had a building-wide evacuation drill today. i'd received a tip that it was happening at around 11am today, so i cut out early-- took the elevator to avoid having to walk down 35 flights of stairs. we got the green-light to come back into the office, but i seem to be the only one back on my floor.

my neck hurts. can anyone get me a deal on a nice tempur-pedic bed and/or pillow?

i'm so happy that it's a 2.5-day work week. .5 down, 2 to go!

killing time 'til the printer finishes spitting out my work.

i borrowed the Lost in Translation soundtrack from my jefe. the OST producer did a good job of recreating the mood of the film. now i'm in this soul-searching mood.

printer's done. time to take a nice, brisk walk to 29th & 3rd.

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn�t make it on time

�cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I�m gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there

It�s just another manic monday
I wish it was sunday
�cause that�s my funday
My I-don�t-have-to-run day
It�s just another manic monday
-- "Manic Monday" by the Bangles

i don't particularly like this song. especially that last verse.
but i really do wish it were sunday.

instant messaging is a horrible form of communication. it's funny, i was just talking to people about this the other day... but only yesterday did i realize this truth. IM is completely absent of non-verbal cues and subtle (or any) vocal intonations. no one can tell when i'm joking, being sarcastic, innocently teasing... what's worse is that i have no way of determining if the recipient is taking my comments in the appropriate way. in real life i can take a hint... i'm self-taught to adjust my words/actions when i'm sitting in front of a tight smile or furrowed brows. but when typeface and color choice are the only representations of a person, miscommunication is inevitable.

but i'm not blaming everything on this flawed form of expression. i've been struggling for control over my tongue for years now (that sounds weird). i want to build people up with my words; i want them to be a source of life and comfort; i want them to be used for good and not evil. yet somehow, i manage to insert my entire foot-- infected toe and all-- directly into my pie hole.

if you're ever a witness to-- or God forbid, recipient of-- my verbal diarrhea, please feel free to pinch me. i need to be conditioned.

My tongue will speak of your righteousness and of your praises all day long.
- psalm 35:28

okay. this podiatrist wants to cut off half of my big toenail... saying that it MIGHT grow back normally in SIX months. i don't want some half-mutated, fungal big toe this summer.

i have this in-grown toenail that got infected earlier this year... i didn't think much of it, but my med-school friend was shocked that it hadn't healed yet. i was searching through my old entries and realized that i've had this affliction since july 28-- yeah, crazy. it's not oozing pus or anything... it's just still a bit sensitive.

anyways, i don't think i'm ready for the surgery yet. hopefully these antibiotics will do the trick.

anybody have the gift of healing? hook me up!

girl scout cookies were on sale downstairs and i snatched up 6 boxes. the next time they go on sale are in april... so these have to tie me over until then.

i should've bought more.

darn.

i got a new computer at work today... i now have an iMac in addition to my PC (Piece of Crap)-- just kidding, i have no animosity towards windows machines and its users.

i spent the morning dismantling my keyboard and cleaning each key, one by one. i'm really not that anal, but it was pretty disgusting. the crisp, white keyboard had faded to a bodily-fluid-esque yellow. there were particles of food and dried liquids outlining the keys. i also found a dozen or so little, tiny hairs-- which leads me to believe that there are little, tiny creatures that also stress out and pull out their hairs while sitting at my desk.

the conference last weekend was great. i met some cool people... i was so encouraged by the other churches. i haven't slept so little since college, yet it was such a "refreshing" time.

i'm not getting enough sleep. i can't wait 'til this week is over.

i'm making this video for a conference that my church is hosting this weekend. each church will show a video to "introduce" themselves. the problem is that i seem to be heading in a very serious, dark direction, creatively. mostly because as i'm shooting scenes of the city, i'm drawn to the depressing materialism, the homelessness, the loneliness and the rats.

i wonder if this is indicative of some personal issue(s) i have.

anyways. i *heart* sleep. baby, come back to me. i need you. i want you...