back at work again. didn't really miss this place too much. but the bosses are mostly gone, so there's a different vibe going on. low key and actually pretty productive. it makes coming in to work during the holidays pretty enjoyable. kind of.
the sickness is going away, but slowly. everybody seems to be in town, so i don't get to sleep. the germs in my throat love that. yay. merry christmas. but i'll probably be better by tomorrow. or the next day. depending on when i get to take a nap.
so the housewarming was decent. probably as many people came as could fit into the place. and all i was left with was an abundance of trash and a lot of beer left over in my fridge. and an aloe plant. thanks, jenn.
and matt's gone! he moved to LA. we saw him off at the airport. things are 'a-changing. everything is, really. erin is getting married. shane is gonna be a father. weird. what the hell is going on? seriously.
i got the tupperware set of my dreams. they has the microwave vent button deal on them. and there's even colorful cups, too! my life is getting more and more perfect.
but then other parts of my life get less and less perfect. everything could be just fine and dandy. AND dandy. but no. girls are dumb. girls are ok, mainly. but when you get down to it, they're just dumb. cause there's often no problems. none. but then the girl comes. and like the little kid who sees the bunny rabbit in the clouds, or the only person at a party that thinks his potato chip looks like a person's profile, girls see all these problems. it's just a potato chip!
i gotta get out of here. both this office and this state, maybe. go back to my deluxe apartment in the sky. go watch some tv. (my cable got installed yesterday during my day off. i'll tell you about the day off later).
christmas is so fun. well, it's ok. i'm sick today. and yesterday. and some of the day before. and probably tomorrow.
but here's the big news: i moved into the new place. it's a whopping 150 sq. ft. bigger. and there's a kitchen. sure, i've had to spend the last month plumbing and sanding and nailing and wiring and moving and blah blah blah. but i'm in now. and i have that new bed there. it's so pretty. it's so soft and comfy. it just sucks you in and makes you want to do nothing but sleep. like in that "the never ending story" movie. wasn't there some kind of mud or quicksand that made you want to give up and die or something? and then there was that freaky big white flying dog. it scared the crap out of me, even though it was one of the good guys. no. not quicksand. it was the swamp. the swamp of sadness. but that's not the point. the point is that the bed is nice. not sad. and not a swamp in any way. yeesh.
so the pounding in my head is balanced by the largeness and niceness of the new place. i just need some bowls now. or plates. or a tupperware party. something like that.
and oh, there's the pre-party tomorrow. saturday. come by around 5-6ish. we'll eat and have some drinks before we go out. it'll be a boatload of fun. call me up for directions. the place is near pucks alley. makai side of king/beretania. kind of behind the kokua natural foods.
so come. unless i don't know you. in that case, thanks for reading my blog. but don't come to the party. unless you're bringing hot women and tasty food and/or drinks. unless you're freaky. then you're not invited.
this was a ridiculous week. it went from having an amazing time in vegas, to coming back home and staying at work for hours upon hours. i was in the office until 4am this morning. 22 hours. it goes from one type of amazing to another.
but we've got the new apartment ready. "we" meaning me and my hopes and dreams. and puppies and balloons. the plumber comes on monday to fix the shower. then i'm in. internet and tv goes in on the 29th. but what bugs me is that it's gonna be this really long and drawn out process where i'll have this larger place with the space to do all these things, but i don't have the things needed to do those things. an example: i bought those bake-able frozen pizzas from costco. yum yum. and i was over at the place cleaning the tub and things when i got hungry. "sweet! i have those fricking pizza deal things!" i thought to myself. so i heat up the oven and i get the pizza out of the freezer and i'm about to put it on a plate and find the knife and everything so i can cut it up after i bake it, but then i realize. i have no plates. no knives. no forks. i do have paper towels and a set of really nice coasters, though. i'm so useless.
ok. so it's friday and i'm waiting for the boss man to come so he can sign off on my stuff and i can go join the billions of cars sitting in traffic. what is it about holidays that make people suck at driving? maybe the horrible hawaiian versions of christmas songs. speaking of which, there is ONLY ONE good christmas song done by a hawaiian musician. if you haven't heard Willie K's version of O Holy Night, you have been deprived. it's really good. he's this large, kind of scary-looking hawaiian man, but he has the prettiest, smoothest, and yet most powerful voice. it begins light and delicately and builds to one of those whitney-houston-sings-the-star-spangled-banner kinds of endings. the comparison works even better when you notice the command that both artists have over their voices. i'd love to be able to sing like that. maybe without the scary-looking-ness of Willie. or the bizzare and depressing drug and mental issues that whitney has.
looks like the boss man is late. time for a nap to augment the 3 hours of sleep i got this morning.
there's something about the feeling you get when you keep yourself so busy that you don't have time to sleep. it's something good, i think. good for a while, at least.
i went to vegas. it was amazing.
i'd never been. there really are no words to describe it. it was an amazing weekend filled with amazing things. i didn't gamble too much or watch the crazy shows. but just walking around was great. and the food was ridiculous.
we ate at "le cirque" at the bellagio. it's one of the small handful of 5 diamond award winning restaurants. the food was magical. the smells and tastes of the meal were still floating around my head the next day. in a good way.
i'll probably make my way back there soon. but not for too long.
i just dropped a metric buttload of cash on a new air conditioner for the new place. it's all fancy and made by some italian company. but it should last a long time and be really trouble free for years. it's apparently the kind that you just plug in and turn on and then don't ever have to worry about. i can even have it timed so that it'll turn on at a certain time. so if i'm going surfing now and coming back in 4 hours, i can have it turn off now and turn back on in 3 hours and 45 minutes, so that it's nice and comfy when i get back, but won't be running unnecessarily the whole time. sounds pretty sweet. all that AND it brags about filtering out 99.9+% of crap out of the air without slowing down air speed. it's either a good deal or it's a big scam and i'm a fool. really could work out either way.
and that's that. the AC will come by christmas. the plumbers will come and do their thing on monday. all will be good. i might be moved in there by next weekend. how crazy is that? then there's internet and cable. i could probably do with only internet, but where's the fun in that?
i watch far less tv now than i did growing up. but i still feel that tv provides invaluable updates as to how the world is getting along without you. or which celebrity is getting arrested and why. and which country we're bombing now and which we'll be bombing in a month. and, seriously now, i think that those old tv shows like "the cosby show" and "family ties", etc, teach kids how to get along and resolve conflicts and how to get in or stay out of trouble. i'm convinced that i'm better off and more well adjusted because of tv's warm glowing warming glow.
ok. i'm convinced. i'm calling the cable guy tomorrow.
so i'm trying to see how many times i can post in a day without resorting to lame messsages like, "look! a 4th post for the day!" (that was my first idea).
really, i've had some pretty busy weeks recently. this past weekend was filled with working on the new place. both kitchen and bathroom sinks are in. the bathroom floor is cleaned out and ready. the place is painted and recarpeted. so all that's left really is the shower faucet and handle, which a real, actual plumber has to do. they might have to shut off water to the entire floor while they do that. probably couldn't do it myself.
then there was the wyclef show. it was amazing. he did almost every song of his that you've heard of on radio or mtv or whatever. some old fugee stuff as well. all those songs come back to you so easily. songs that i didn't even know i remembered all the lyrics to. good, good stuff.
i also surfed just upcurrent from the raw sewage spill. i was more east. i was safe. i took a really really long and thorough shower afterward. i should be fine. right?
ok. then there's the plan for this coming weekend. I'M GOING TO VEGAS FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. i think it deserves all caps. you should tell me what i should do there. you should also come meet me there. how often do i get off this tiny little island and go to the real world? seriously.
we're staying at the aladdin. whatever that means. and we're going to the expedia.com company christmas party. it should be the best time EVER. i'll bring back pictures. and millions of dollars in winnings. and i'll call up my mother and tell her i'm in love with a stripper.
turn up my symphony, man. turn up my symphony.
"Tests Friday at the spill site into the harbor showed 14 million colony-forming units for fecal chloroform per 100 millimeters,"
http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2003/Dec/09/ln/ln24a.html
and people worry about sharks...