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Monday, February 17, 2003

 
last night was a doozie. i havent been so hungover in a long ass time.

this blog sucks. sorry. heres a quick recap of recent events:

my 24th birthday was on feb 11. my uncle also gave me his old car. a 1989 bmw 325i. he was just going to give it to me, but then he found out it was my bday and said it was my bday present.



this was the closest pic i could find on the web. it's actually a 4 door. it has 167k miles. the inside is hella clean, black leather and in good condition. the outside has dents here and there and the paint is fading since its been sitting outside for a year. it runs really good and is pretty fun to drive. ive decided to sell my prelude, since i can get more money for that. the bimmer is only worth like 2 g's. ill just drive my uncle's car for a couple of months and set aside some money every month. im thinking of buying an used MR2 this summer. other possiblities include a supra or an rx-7. i just want a car with turbo. or i could just drive my uncle's junkatron till the end of the year. dont know yet.

another valentine's day has passed. why do girls get so depressed around this time of year? all my single girl friends have been whining to me the past couple of weeks. it doesnt bug me that im single. im actually glad i dont have to rack my brain to think of something special and different to do. im tired. im sure when i meet someone worth caring about my feeling about v-day will change. but until then, i like not having to look for a present, make dinner reservations, etc. what a headache.

although i should have maybe gotten my mom flowers. but we got this really nice and expensive box of chocolates from time magazine at work and i just ripped off the ribbons that said 'time' all over it and regifted. i didnt tell my mom i regifted. not that she would have cared, but i felt a little guilty about deceiving her. but she really liked it and the chocolates are really really good. why ruin a good thing?

so about last night. we got a room at velfarre/bobo's/saga nightclub in k-town. my h.s. friends and college friends. fun stuff. they made me drink a lot of shots, and then when the whiskey ran out i recall cups of beer being shoved into my face. around 11pm i slowly shifted into auto pilot. i said and did things i have no recollection of. i ran into some girl i had been calling for awhile. man did she look good. i gave up the pursuit after i thought she didnt seem interested. but i ran into her last night and she asked why havent i been calling her no more. i told her i didnt think she sounded interested. she said she was just shy. man did she look good. promising conversation. i dunno tho, sometimes i get the player vibe from her. like she just likes getting the attention from boys. i dunno, i hope i play my cards right. i get real nervous when i talk to her on the phone. that hasnt happened in a while.

afterwards we went to dk song's apt. we cracked open the 100 dollar bottle of ballantine's. i dont know why. i was wasted. memory is spotty at best. doesnt help people kept passing the pipe my way. i recall playing the bass guitar. same song over and over. F, C, D, G. i think those were the notes.

today my mom saw me lounging around the house all hungover and she told me not to drink so much cuz it kills brain cells. too late. sorry mom.