If I dream about the new iPhone for three straight nights, is that reason enough to get one?
2 years, 8 months ago
Shmoozing it up over filet mignon and lobster tail tonight.
2 years, 8 months ago
Trying out a new cereal sample that was left at my door, because I have milk. I HAVE MILK. HAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!
2 years, 8 months ago
Surrounding Myself With Great People
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It’s hard for me to hang out with people with same bad habits as I have (or have had).
Habits like:
- overreacting
- worrying
- analyzing or thinking too much
- being judgmental
- getting emotionally involved in arguments/discussions
- putting value in material things
- being impatient
- getting too competitive
I always try to improve and refuse to accept these things in myself, so it’s hard for me to accept them in others. I’m also afraid that spending too much time with them would make me complacent, as I’d start to believe that these things are acceptable because other people are okay with it.
That’s why I surround myself with people who are better than me.
Rubbing horns with Wally over coffee. Wondering how we’re going to be involved in his next business idea.
2 years, 8 months ago
Watching the WWDC for iPhonenewsiPhonenewsiPhonenews…come on OLED screen!
2 years, 8 months ago
Watching Rebel Without A Cause. God, I love these old 1950’s title credits, and their big typefaces.
2 years, 8 months ago
The internet fixed my leaky toilet tank.
2 years, 8 months ago
Saying Goodbye to Frederic and Misun
They’re in France now, and I feel like a part of me is missing. I know they aren’t gone forever, but they’re so far away that I can’t just drive over to their house on a whim to talk anymore. They were people who really understood me, who introduced me to so much of the world, who inspired me, who gave me confidence.
Before getting on the bus to Montreal, Frédéric told me that we’ll go on lots of adventures together. I hope it’s sooner rather than later.
Hot Fuzz and guilty foods.
2 years, 8 months ago
Heading to the casino with Bronwen. Been wanting to do this with her for over two years.
2 years, 8 months ago
Amnesiac Epiphanies
It seems like every weekend I make plans, because I think “I haven’t seen this person in a while and I don’t know when I’ll have a chance to hang out with them again.” But it doesn’t seem to stop, because there’s always another person to see, another thing to do, and by the time I’ve caught up with the last friend, it’s been months since I saw the first friend again.
This is the first weekend that I’ve had free. I just played Black and White 2 for five hours, and it feels good, considering that I haven’t really played a game in a while, let alone be able to lose myself in one. It’s like I don’t get a chance to relax for more than 45 minutes at a time before I’m off doing something else.
A lot of my older co-workers tell me they don’t even have time to relax on the weekends. It’s one of those things that comes with having kids, having a house, having a full-time job. Is this what being an adult is about? Not that I mind; for a while now, I’ve wanted to be this busy so I could forget about things, to move on.
And then, I realized that I have.
Getting so involved in Black and White 2 that I forgot I was hungry. This game is the solution to end world hunger.
2 years, 8 months ago
A somewhat crummy night saved by a late phone call with Pat. I owe him big time, but he never seems to agree.
2 years, 8 months ago
Feather Fountain Pen
Pat and Jen bought me this feather fountain pen set from their honeymoon to Europe. It comes from an Italian sculpture store, Fabris Giuliana in Venice, Italy.
The nib is super fine; I don’t think I’ve ever owned a fountain pen with such a small nib, which is perfect, because I tend to have small handwriting. You can’t even tell which direction the stroke is going. So far it writes a little rough and scratchy, but with enough use, the nib will break in to my writing style.
I’ve always enjoyed writing. Not just the concept of putting ideas into more a tangible medium, but the act of writing itself, whether it’s on a keyboard by night, or flowing lines on a sheet of paper.