Sheesha, sheesha, sheesha!

Soheil came over today and we walked over to Manhattan Bagel Bakery where I enjoyed, as usual, a Lox bagel and a sesame seed bagel with butter. After leaving there, we decided to check out the rentals at Blockbuster (and found three good ones). On the way over, I noticed this shop with hookas in the window and had to go in. I found one for 25 bucks. I now have a hooka with melon-flavored sheesha. We're smoking it and life is good.

Little, fat kids are the products of big, stupid parents.

Today I had the distinct pleasure of shoving two Q-tips down the fat throat of this shitty kid in the doctor's office. I would like to extend my personal thanks to his mother for sitting there like a passive bovine creature whilst I tried to convince her son that it would only take two seconds for me to get some bugs out of the back of his throat.

The opportunity was thus laid before me to place his round, greasy, chocolate-covered face into a head-lock, wait for him to open his mouth to yell at me to leave him be, then: BAM. Q-tips into the throat, thankyouverymuch. I always win in situations like these. Always.

Maybe this sounds a bit cold, as if I dislike little fat kids. No, I don't, I want to backhand their idiot parents for letting them chow down on lard and work their fat little thumbs over the video game controller buttons all day long. That is all.

Today was amusing.

Warning: if you currently read my LJ, this is cross-posted.

I gave blood this afternoon. I really enjoyed it, as I always do, but this time was extra special. Why, you may ask? Because the phlebotomist working with me and another donor was totally hilarious and jovial, and we all talked and joked the whole time. I've never laughed so hard in a blood donation center before. It was truly grand, and those are the small treasures that I remember in my life.

I started hearing "Walking in Memphis" today on the radio and wondered when Kristen and Steve would be arriving there. Man, I really wish I were on that road trip. Well, if I go to Peace Corps in a couple years, which I am seriously considering doing, I'll have plenty of adventure at that point.

I also began reading "The Sun Also Rises" today, and so far I'm quite impressed. I thought I had read this novel previously, but I'm failing to recall any of what I've read thus far so perhaps it was another work of Hemingway's. Nevertheless, I really appreciate his writing style in this story.

I've had to come to terms with the fact that a guy I liked (just a little, no big deal) decided he's "not ready to be romantically involved with anyone." Apparently he thought he was, and then the more thinking he did the more aware he became of a need to "get his shit together" first. Okay, whatever. Like I said, I really didn't have much invested emotionally, and nothing physically, so there you have it. What I did learn about myself is that I enjoy the chase. I suppose that may be a stereotypically male characteristic. After thinking about why I even remotely disappointed by this situation, I realized it was because he was hard to get. I didn't win. I really should get over myself.

In case you weren't previously aware, please refer to blog title.

This is the fourth (maybe fifth) blog attempt I have made here. This time, I'm really truly going to try and keep this updated, perhaps even more than my LJ. The reason for this is that I know of only one or two people who would read this: Steve and Soheil.

I'm kind of starting this for Steve since he'll be in Korea and probably won't update or check Livejournal very often. Am I assuming too much? Perhaps, but this is also a more private area where I can lay down the wisdom and knowledge on my deeper thoughts/emotions. I'll say everything in unabashed tones, without hesitancy or delay or thought for how it might make other people feel. There you have it.

So, with that, I will say how strange it is that one of my best friends is in the car right now, embarking on a road trip to eventually end up in the beautiful land of California, from which he will travel 35,000 above ground to South Korea.

There will be plenty of moments in which I want to randomly text Steve, or go to a winery, see a quirky foreign film or talk about a random heated political subject with Steve. Then I'll blink my almondy brown eyes and recall that he's thousands (I tried to look up the exact mileage but Google wouldn't help me out) of miles away in a completely different country. Thank the Creator of the Universe for Skype. Did he/she/it create Skype? Which came first, the Skype or the Creator? So many unanswered questions, but I digress.

The point of this blog is to say hi, here I am again, and a temporary farewell to my beloved friend Steve. I'm planning on saving my pennies so that I can travel over to see him in the fall. Maybe I should start a charity.