I went for some phở with Iain, Pat, Jason, and Mike on the week-end. I had a fuck­ing great time. Mike is a great per­son to hang out with. I had Chinese BBQ pork with my noo­dles though, so I’m not sure if it can be clas­si­fied as authen­tic phở.

I met Thom, Mel, Ryan, and Mel on the week-end. I’m still try­ing to fig­ure out what I’ve done to deserve the com­pa­ny of such a great group of friends.

Thom is a good per­son to talk to. It turns out that we share the same inter­est and embar­rase­ment in solo pho­tog­ra­phy. We’ve agreed to go togeth­er some night. He’s giv­en me some Slash’s Snakepit, Theatre Of Tragedy (which fea­tures some nice female vocals), Paradise Lost, and Tiamat music to sort through.

Aaron was also able to pro­vide me with some Aphex Twin, Hooverphonic, Lamb, Morcheeba, Omni Trio, Supreme Beings of Leisure, St. Germain, Unkle, and Thievery Corporation to lis­ten to. He accept­ed my MD play­er as a gift, but I made sure that he was com­fort­able with it.

It turns out that Ryan and I share some class­es togeth­er too. He knows me as the per­son who plays GBA in class all day, and who gets dirty looks from the teacher as a result. I feel ter­ri­bly bad know­ing this. I always believed that my play­ing was unknown to those around me. I feel as if I’ve insult­ed some teach­ers who don’t deserve to be insult­ed. Of course, the major­i­ty of them deserve to have me play­ing in their faces at the front of the class with the sound cranked, but there are a few that I feel don’t deserve this. I’m still unre­pen­tant about most of the sit­u­a­tion though, since my game play­ing actu­al­ly aids my con­cen­tra­tion.

I went Christmas shop­ping with Aaron, Thom, and Mel on the week­end. An old lady told me that I looked like Sean Lennon. I’m still not sure if that’s a good thing. I found some great can­dles at the Body Shop with a scent called Snow. It’s a very neu­tral smelling scent that’s very inof­fen­sive which I’ve been burn­ing all day to aid in my study­ing.