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I got my glasses today.

whoopee.

except for, it's not really that big a deal.

I'm just biding my time...

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I'm going crazy with boredom

flying has officially become boring...

I remember my first flight... it was to california. Previously, we have always driven when we would go on trips - but man, when I first flew in a plane, I thought it was so cool...

as I got older, flying was fine - it was no big deal, but there was still a little bit of a thrill in it, because it's not like I flew all that often.

but this weekly flying thing... it kind of takes the magic out of the whole epxerience.Been there, done that... The good thing about flying so often is the lack of motion sickness due to the repeated flights - I can now read and play video games on a plane without getting sick at all... which is a good thing because these communtes would suck that much more if I got sick everytime I flew...

I think, though, that maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am flying to do work instead of to go on vacation or something...

ah...

vacation...

let's fly, let's fly away...

it is incredibly amazing how beligerent arrogant uninhibited I can get when I know there are people much bigger than me who have my back [along with a few doses of fire water].

suddenly the group for two or three tall, drunk, (stupid) frat boys don't seem like such a threat when you roll fifteen deep into a club...

a third of whom are a good six inches taller than you and much more buff, [the remaining fraction being the females with whom you arrived]...

so you step up to them... the stupid frat boys... because they have a pack mentality that figures no little asian boy is gonna hog all of the girls on the dance floor and they figure they can muscle him out...

well, that and you threw your drink on the one that was hitting on harrassing one of your friends...

but he might have just been trying to get by.

but whatever.

so this guy, who could obviously take me down with his breath, decides that he needs his boy's to back him up.

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I'm not sure how many of you have actually had an altercation, but there is a strange exhilaration right before you throw-down.

caused by adrenaline, testosterone, and other androgen hormones probably, but nonetheless, there is a specific feeling you get...

the problem I have is that there is a split second where I have to decide whether or not I am going to bash your face in or make you look stupid with my intellect.

this is a problem because at this point my hypothalmus is on cruise control and my congnitive skills probably aren't at their peak.

lately I have been defaulting to making you look stupid with my intellect, because if I my you look stupid physically I probably won't succeed.

plus, my mind fuck will probably stay with you longer.

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back to the dance floor.

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so these guys step to me, and I'm all like "WHUT!?"

and they're all like "BITCH!"

and I'm like "[RADIO EDIT]"

and they look at each other, because they are stupid, and...

nothing.

because they back down, I somehow made them realize that beating me up isn't gonna get them laid, especially since I own the dance floor.

but this isn't real.

because I'm just practicing my jedi mind tricks in my mind.

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it's confounds me to no end when people actually believe their own lies.

I have had much experience in spotting BS... it's like a hobby.

unfortunately, spouting off bs [although at least I know and admit when I am kicking bs] has become almost second nature now , like an octopus with its ink or like a porcupine...

because I back 'em off with the quills...

it's about 11:36pm - I have an 8:30am meeting, and I am about to go to sleep.

today I got semi-wasted in front of two managers... one who subsequently paid my tab...

how nice.

that's two days in the past week that I got free alcohol from someone to whom I report.

I guess that isn't such a big deal, but at least I have an excuse for my bad sean connery accent...

I believe the people around me called it an impersonation of someone impersonating sean connery...

it was funny..

my sean is terrible.

but I still laughed.

you know...

I just realized that I could probably go the whole day at work without even talking to anyone. It's strange, but I can actually communicate via e-mail and AIM much more efficiently if I only need a short bursts of information from the people involved. The client has made in painfully clear that they do not want us using the telephone because there is a ridiculous code that one must punch to get an outside line that isn't toll free.

REE-DIC-YOU-LUS

by the time I find the code and punch it in, I could have fired off three e-mails, an IM, gotten a response, and been back working.

most of the time, if I need to call someone, I'll just use my cell, because I don't want to have to mess with the stupid dial out code. Plus, my cell phone plan has more than enough minutes for me not to care about using them at work...

[pausing to take a phone call]

so there goes my attempt to not talk to anyone today.

a plan ruined in its inception.

normally, no one calls me or asks me questions because I usually just spin out what they need through e-mails and IM...

but I see the merit of actual phone calls...

sometimes it is much easier and faster to talk to the person if the issue is more complex.

most of the time though, issues calls are resolved by the person doing the talking because the person who is called is just there as a listener for the person doing the talking, and if the person doing the talking would just take two seconds to think about what they were asking they would not have needed to call the listener in the first place...

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I'm getting coffee... maybe then I'll be able to focus on something worth my salary... something productive... productive words...

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words like violence...

because when the oral hygenist is talking to you, it is decidedly hard to respond when there is a scraper thingy in your mouth one second and a splash of water and a vaccuum tube the next.

if they really wanted you to respond, then they would probably give you a little more time between rinses to say something. otherwise, you do nothing more than grunt or try to talk without moving your lips or tongue.

also, it dawned on me that you really spend more time with the hygenist than with the actual dentist.

the dentist just looks at the x-rays, checks for cavities, and checks your bite and I think your lymphnodes or something.

this takes all of 5 minutes, if that...

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oh well, even with all of this new technology, my trips to the dentist seem to take just as long...

well, except for the amount of time that I wait - or in my case, don't have to wait.

I'm pretty much in when I'm scheduled and I'm out in about 40 minutes...

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so I got that going for me...

never really did a walk of shame...

I'm not that kind of a guy.

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I go to the food court occaisionally.

usually to get panda express, because of the massive amount of food they give you for six bucks, despite it's inauthentic cuisine... I get meat, some veggies, and rice, plus its fast and generally tastes fine.

the panda express is located in the back corner of said food court, and in order to get to it, I must pass by a number of different food court vendors who peddle something similar to the panda, but not quite the same.

they dole out their little samples on sticks, and the first time, as I passed each sample, I took a sample and kept walking - my every intention on going to the panda...

so after a few visits, I kept doing this, feeling guilty with each sample I took because I never patronized...

so one day, I broke down, bought something and was sorely disappointed. I got maybe half of what I would get from the panda express and I paid a whole two dollars more.

what a rip off!

so I promised myself that I would just stick with what I know, because I was burned the first trip out of the pasture.

so today.

I went back. it's been a week or so...

I decided not to endure the gauntlet of the toothpickers and their fare, literally fishing for customers...

so I walked the long way around the food court, got my three pounds of food and walked by the other shops, holding my meal high so that all might see...

I watched them cower to the abundance to be had at lower prices...

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and they ignored me...

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I mean, why wouldn't they?

they are not going to give you free food if you are not going to buy their food...