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a very good day

17 18 19 routine
just jotting down whatever's floating around up there..

titus got me a PADDED spiderman toilet seat for my birthday. ever since that fateful night, i can't get that r kelly song out of my head. so if you hear me singing "the only thing that would make my life complete, is to turn your face into a toilet seat," then you know who to blame.


so i've figured out another dream job. i want to be jim rome or stephen a smith when i grow up. i want to just have my own sports talk show. that'd be perfect. just be on camera for a 1/2 hour every day ranting and raving about whatever i feel like AND get paid for it.


i think a person's sense of humor is one of their most important qualities. if you don't have one, then you're basically screwed for life. on that note, i've always wondered when people type "hahaha" or "LOL" or "ROFLMAO" or "hehehe" how often they are actually bursting at the seams, chuckling, or even just smiling. like you should try watching someone talk on AIM nowadays, or maybe just notice your own AIM "behavior." i feel like "hahaha" has become just a natural response to any statement. some people can type it without any change at all in their facial expression, as if they just don't know how else to respond. it's like an online "filler word," you know, to replace all the um's, eh's, like's of everyday spoken english. so from now on, i will make sure that i don't type any form of "haha" on AIM unless i am at least smiling back at my computer screen. this way, you will know when you are being funny, or getting funnier. you're welcome.


george bush needs to pass a law requiring everyone to watch every episode of family guy asap. i'm getting kinda tired of making jokes and laughing at allusions that only me and koller understand. and i think people are beginning to think we're immature because they don't understand why we're constantly bubbling over with laughter. psh. immature?


if you've been over to 151 and visited our lovely bathroom, you've probably been blown away by the wide range of books that our library offers. so during those times in the "vanity area," i have been reading "blue like jazz" by donald miller. for those of you who have read or are currently in the process of flipping through it, doesn't reading that book just make you want to go write your own book? right? anyone know what i'm talking about?


so PPA is owning me right now. i think the only thing that is keeping me out of depression is the fact that weili is suffering as well. not to be selfish or anything, but it's just nice to know i'm not the only one.


i have come to the conclusion that 99.9% of all girls and 90% of all asian people hate baseball. i don't know why. is it really that boring? it's america's favorite pastime! anyways, SO HOW ABOUT THEM ASTROS!! actually, i guess it's kinda good that there are so few diehard astros fans. like, you know that feeling you get when you're watching your home team and something crazy happens? or when they pull out a really close game? you just wanna scream and yell and call other crazy people just like you and scream and yell together. that being said, having such a short list of people to celebrate with is kinda good just so you know exactly who you can call at such a time. my list of people to call when the astros give me a reason to celebrate (in no particular order): rahul, weili, lawrence, MJ wang, dennis, clarissa, simon, jon-erik, andy. diehards.


nba season is starting soon. i really can't wait. my grades might take a hit, but watching skip to my lou throw alleyoops all over the place to stroshow and tmac will make it all worth it. and yao will get 20-10 this year. book it. oh and the lakers and knicks will both make the playoffs. and koller will owe me 3 kyoto dishes. yummy.


hao bought me a ticket for the relient k concert for my birthday. i'm so excited i feel like i owe him my life. but i think shrek, koolaid, and dirrtay are getting kinda annoyed with the constant relient k music coming from my laptop. wankers.


i don't know if there's anything more annoying or frustrating than working really long on, say, a microsoft excel spreadsheet, and then having all your work disappear somehow. bill gates, if you are reading this, i am quite upset with you right about now. don't talk to me.


at some point in my life, i will participate in the world series of poker in las vegas. and if i am that guy who loses all his chips on his very first hand to some pro like sammy farha, i am going to cry. i don't care if i'm wailing on national television, i don't think i'll be able to control myself.


as some of you may know, or just refuse to try to remember, i don't have any class on friday. so i've decided to make friday my sabbath. i'm not sure what exactly that entails, but i'm gonna try to use my brain as little as possible so i can conserve all that intelligence for the rest of the week. i think people really forget the importance of resting sometimes. everyone's just busy busy busy, but i mean even God rested. so if you got a paper due tomorrow but you haven't rested all week, take the rest of the day off. don't worry, your professor will understand.


alright that's all for now -- my mind is now completely blank. good night.

the weekend
1 egg mcmuffin meal with orange juice: $3.68
1 full tank of gas: $35.38
1 ticket, section 108 row 37 seat 11: $45.00
(but $0 for me thanks to weili, simeon, and lawrence)
cheering my heart out for 6 hours as the astros beat the braves in 18 innings: priceless

there are some things that money can't buy -- unforgettable memories.

i took this picture as game 4 was starting:


notice the clock reads 12:05.

i took this picture after game 4 ended:


it's a bit blurry, but the clock reads 6:01.

i have never seen or heard minute maid park as alive as it was today. the atmosphere was amazing. when the astros were down 4-0, i thought we could still come back, but later when it was 6-1, i thought it was pretty much over. ah, leave it up to the astros to renew my faith in them yet again. a grand slam in the bottom of the 8th to make it 6-5 and then a brad ausmus home run with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th to tie it all up. and finally, nearly 3 hours later, after 9 hours of scoreless baseball, chris burke comes up with the walk-off home run. the place went nuts. my voice is pretty much all gone, and my hands still hurt from clapping and dishing out high-fives, but i would do it all over again at the drop of a hat.


this has truly been a crazy awesome weekend. thanks to everyone for the cake in the face, the free rounds, the "water," the birthday messages, the tmac poster, the OU loss, the ride back home, the pictures, the astros game 3 win, the astros game 4 ticket, the astros game 4 win, the ride back to austin, the clothes, the book, the swedish fish, the spiderman toilet seat, and the relient k concert ticket. yay for friends =)


"friendship is one of the most satisfying things in the world."
- wilbur, from charlotte's web