RJK 5000

I had a really good weekend. but i am so tired right now. i love when a three-day weekend feels like it really was an extendo weekend.

Friday was marcus’ birthday. it was so much fun. we just chilled out all day.  went to the petersen automotive museum and looked at hot rods and old ferraris.  pretty neat.  then hung out in westwood. got drinks at chez jay, which is a funny little spot by the beach. then more drinks at the daily pint. i didn’t drink that much, i just had fun checking out new stuff. he liked the gift i got him.

on saturday i watched cooking shows on pbs. ate a turkey wrap from dave’s and drank the best iced coffee ever from swork. dave is cool. his sandwich shop is cash only, but we didn’t know that. he said to just pay him next time. what a good spirit.

i slept in on sunday. it felt great. then i got some lunch in montrose with marcus and swimmy. after that i ate nothing but junk food. two jumbo oatmeal raisin cookies (from vons; excellent). I might go back for the chocolate chip ones later. i also drank two nondiet beers at the red lion and munched on the sausage platter. later I ate butter-flavored pound cake and matcha green tea cream cake from the koreatown bakery. wow, what a hog. total joyhog.

i helped marcus enter tax data into quicken and it was actually pretty fun. i think it made him realize how different he and i are. also, he solved two faces of my rubik’s cube in about 30 seconds.

now i have to go to sleep and carry on with my nonjoyhogging working class life.

marcus’ name isn’t really marcus.

I just finished reading a novel and it made me cry!

i’m listening to james and drinking espresso.  i had dinner and drinks with marcus and got a little buzzed.  i might drink some more.  tomorrow is his birthday.  he will be 18.  hehe.

i’m not going to work tomorrow.  I’m not going to coachella either.

i can’t believe that stupid book made me cry.  it’s like the time when i watched the simpsons episode where lisa was almost bribed into throwing the spelling bee in exchange for a free ride to college.  she denied the bribe and tried her best to win the bee, but ended up spelling the word incorrectly anyway.  she felt terrible and didn’t get the free ride, but when she got home everyone in springfield commended her with a big party.  um, that episode made me cry.  haha.

also, donald duck’s big surprise.

the book said life is like a porno movie.  but i think it is more like a surprise party.

I just got back from having dinner and drinks. today was the lovely darlene’s thirtieth birthday. i have known her since we were teenagers. we had japanese food and pitchers of kirin and chocolate cake in little tokyo. then went to the other fun spot for more drinks and more socializing with more people. it was a nice time. i cut out early because my car was about to be locked inside the parking garage and i wanted to get home as a nondrunk driver.

i inscribed the cake myself, can’t you tell. haha. i thought the candles would go in the center but i got different candles at the last minute. i bought that cake and it was actually pretty good. i like baking cakes more than i like buying them, but sometimes there just isn’t enough time to do all the things you prefer doing.

i’m drinking green tea now. i used the hot water spigot on the new water cooler. it is so convenient. almost makes me feel like it’s worth paying 5000% more per gallon.

i might crawl into bed and read now. but first i want to be carried away.

I got tired of filling up my water bottles and even more tired of not having water on certain occasions. I ordered sparkletts home delivery service. I was so dehydrated driving home from work, all I wanted to do was get home to see if the sparkletts dude finally came by with the delivery. When I got home I found gallons and gallons of water at my front door it was kind of funny to me. Where am I going to put all this water. The water cooler is pretty neat. It feels like there is another person in the room so i feel less lonely.

wow, pictures of my bottled water. so exciting.

also on my way home i got pulled over. right when i crossed the border into south pasadena from the hlp, the lights lit up. i was a block away from home. the first thing the officer said to me was, “why is your car so loud.” haha. the second thing he asked was, “do you have your registration or is it expired.” i get pulled over for expired tags every year, but i always have the valid sticker in the glove box. i never have proof of insurance though. the third thing the cop asked was, “do you want to put that sticker on right now or do you want me to write you a ticket.” then the fun part happened where he asked me to pop the hood so he could look for “illegal modifications.”

cops are funny because the minute they see the purple blowoff valve which is all shiny and gay and ricey looking, they think they have you on some fast and furious illegal mod stuff. I just say, “oh really? i didn’t know that, but if you say so… my friends are engineers and they just study and invent this stuff for companies, i didn’t know it was illegal!” haha. he said he could write me up for the noisy exhaust, but he didn’t. he was actually nice. then he said another reason a cop would pull me over is because of the rosary hanging on my rearview mirror! I laughed at first but then i pretended i was offended by his anti-catholic insinuation. he got defensive and said he is catholic too (or at least some of his best friends are) and that he just meant hanging objects are a distraction. it was fine. no ticket, just another police officer not enforcing anything. i guess i don’t mind though.

kung fu class was fun. my style is improving. sifu gives me props and then he smacks me really hard on my ear with an unblockably fast chop.

man, i’m so tired. i’m going to drink water and go to sleep now.

yes, i said unblockably.

My sleep schedule is all wacky again. I took a long nap after work and I shouldn’t have. I don’t regret it even though i slept on my neck weird.

Watched Children of Men and ate carrot cake. they let me pick the movie again, which makes me think they enjoyed akeelah and the bee.  but maybe just being nice.  children of men did not meet my expectations, but it was okay. but then again I like clive owen and you don’t.

i guess nothing too exciting to report. the frosting on the carrot cake made me gassy. that’s exciting.

i had a really good day today.

ate breakfast at lunchtime at a new diner spot in hollywood that i had never been to before. it was pretty good. the side order of fresh fruit was really good. i put tabasco sauce all over it.

took a drive out to malibu and checked out the beach. it was kind of gloomy and chilly but probably better that way than all-the-way perfect.

totally just chilled. for some reason i watched the entire finale of the apprentice. i had never seen that show before but all the finalists were just talking to “the donald” about how wonderful and how much better they are than everyone else. it was sickening but i guess i was able to stomach it. they seemed better than me. have any of the winners been fired after they’ve been hired.

i ate chocolate and almonds and chinese food today. it was kind of a really great sunday.

Happy Saturday. I am a little bit hungover. I don’t even know exactly what happened last night but i have a feeling it was a bit of a disaster. harmless disaster though. thank goodness for the mac makeup artists, the token gay boy, and the token straight guy hanging out with the token gay boy. I had fun, except for the harmless disaster part.

that marcus.

i don’t know what I’ll be doing today. i want to eat soup and lift my spirits.

wow, i feel so much better (normal) tonight. maybe it’s because the session with my therapist (me) was so productive. maybe it was the slapdown i got from sifu. maybe it was the cal trans guy who blocked the spouting geyser with his foot so I wouldn’t get wet as i walked by. maybe it was marcus’ email. maybe it was burning 700 calories at the gym. maybe it was just everything in perfect proportions.

a nice tatted up guy at the gym was wearing a hoodie that said “authentic muay thai” but the sweatshirt looked so generic. like he got it made at the booth at the eagle rock mall. that is where i make all my “realjennykim” apparel. anyway, he was throwing fast punches while running on the treadmill. that is something I have never done and probably never will. maybe i’ll do it as a joke now.

i’ve never had a harvey wallbanger. and i just googled it because it just surfaced from the subconscious. i wish you’d order one so I could take a sip. galliano seems kind of gross but good. is it.  the picture looks good.

Nothing interesting to report i guess.

but it’s friday. i hope you all have a wonderful weekend.  do something nice for yourself for once.

I spent the evening at my mom’s house. we ate a lot of good food and just relaxed. I did a load of laundry and ate limited edition espresso-flavored hershey’s chocolate. it was good. if you want a bar, let me know. I have five of them.

i gained a lot of the weight that i lost back. no sexy picture. i am going to see my therapist (me) on a regular basis again. i’m happier when I’m thinner. my therapist says I should be happy with whatever fatness i am, but like i said, sometimes I can’t help but think she is the one who needs therapy. also, I want to buy new clothes and i want to know what she thinks of that.

so here is something. do you think years feel shorter as we get older because we are processing more information? one of the characters in a book i’m reading suggested that and it seemed like an okay theory. but do you think a year feels just as long to an adult with a mental disability who can’t process large quantities of information as it did when he or she was a child? (”i don’t know, jenny, you tell us! ha ha ha”)

do you remember how long three months of summer vacation felt when you were in third grade. do you think it’s nuts that soon we will be five months into 2007. i think it’s weird, that’s all.

maybe i’ll go crazy like my friend rolf and 1) quit the internet and then 2) return to the internet only to immerse myself in excessive wikipedia data. then before i know it it will be 2019 and i’ll have to drink four pots of coffee (except by then they will be pods of coffee) and zip zinger down powell street to eat dim sum in the chinese schoolyard by myself. and then never aim you again.  the future is vast.

weird mood again! blame it on the full moon, lack of sleep, high caloric intake, the president of nbc, or the sun shining on my face.

I felt a little sad today. I was emailing luke at work about his recent trip to san francisco. it sounded fun. and then i realized i only know sf in one way and it was just kind of weird and sad to realize that particular way is over. what’s it going to be like when I go back up there. i feel dread when i think about how I will have to accept that the future will be missing elements from the past. nobody would ever want to eat dim sum with me at the chinese schoolyard again. they’re not invited anyway, but still. i know i should feel excitement about new experiences, but i am only a human and i think remembering good times is good too! but the future is vast. the past is past.

i received a myspace message from a really cute boy that i knew over twelve years ago. he wrote to tell me that he had a “big crush” on me back when we were graduating high school. it was a nice message, but when i read it i kind of thought to myself, “and?” (but not “so?”) those kinds of messages are fun but they serve no purpose. I guess that’s what makes them so fun. i’m into fun and all, but “i had a crush on you in high school” borders on spam when you’re almost 30 years old.

And? and now i don’t like you anymore!

So?

the past is past.

So yeah. i guess i’m in one of those weird moods. i haven’t been able to pound out miles on the treadmill because i have been getting lame sideaches and i think i’m turning into a crazy person again. haha.

I have been reading some of my favorite poetry lately. honestly, I want to write poems. isn’t that shameful.

i just read the play, “richard mcbeef”. poor, poor souls.

okay good night. sorry for the weird mood.