In 1998, I went to Fred Meyer and bought the *NSYNC album on casette tape.

I know, I am going to hell, but the sad/funny thing is that I downloaded the album tonight and I still love it!

One of the great things about being gay is that you get to take no responsibility for your love of cheesy pop. :)

I’m feeling lonely and nostalgic about the drug addicts, sociopaths and thieves I’ve loved. I’m downloading some cool stuff I listened to on Christen’s computer this afternoon and all this music I listened to when I was in 7th and 8th grade…

it’s making me feel old,

lost,

and utterly hopeless about the future of humanity.

On the bright side, I get paid tomorrow.

Blah. blah. blah.

At least I get to see Molly next week. That will totally rock!

I love iCal…I feel like such a Zen master with my phone with Internet access, my perfectly synced up calendar with all my appointments, classes, and to-do list.

The technology tells me what to do, and I do it.

Also, Google just released a new version of the Google Maps app for my phone that is ten times faster and doesn’t crash any more. I am in LOVE with it. Just punch in “Kasbah” or “Pub” and it finds the address and plots it on the map with directions. You can hit the button to call them too! I love never being lost again. I just need a phone with GPS and I will NEVER be lost. I also love situations like when we were at the British pub last night and didn’t know how to play darts, I just punched up Wikipedia on my phone.

I love the future.

I have the entire world’s knowledge in the palm of my hand.

I’ve been feeling rather hopeless about relationships lately. I don’t think I can deal with that level of drama again. Well, I guess next time I shouldn’t date Iago.

However, the conclusion that me and Christen seem to come to time and time again is that we are just the hottest and most tasteful bitches ever.

If our clan had a motto, it would be “Fuck everyone.”

It’s really the only way to cope with all the trite insanity that we’re subjected to every day.

Matt.

Give me the fucking drive back.

Reminder: never lend anything to anyone ever.

I just finished watching An Inconvenient Truth. It was very compelling…I’m in total agreement with his conclusion. We are fucked. But I am doing my part to help, my scooter gets a hundred miles a gallon (although I waste copious amounts of electrical power running distributed computing, bittorrent, and video encoding 24/7).

I seriously don’t know what to write about. There’s the normal BS of my life (scooter needed to be serviced 70 miles ago, I don’t have the money, more outrageous bank fees, my generalized poverty), and then the love life stuff (I don’t know if I can deal with a depressed guy that listens to horrible folk rock, even though he’s smokin’ hot and is rather intelligent [Josh II]; a nice guy I know that I have some things in common with, but he doesn’t seem to want to meet my friends or return my texts [Mark], and of course Patrick, who’s coming in three weeks and I’m not sure what that’s going to be like…I mean, I know we’ll have crazy fun, but I’m not sure how I feel about him.)

I’m absolutely sure that was an incorrect use of parenthesis, but I don’t care.

Christen just got back from class. I’m at her house, she had rented the Gore movie. Ariel, her adorable bird, kept chirping every five minutes, but she calmed down eventually.

I’m supposed to go to the Kasbah with Annie on Friday to meet a cool (gay) friend of hers (who has a boyfriend) and I’m supposed to bring Mark…which is really weird, since we’re not dating at all or even like hanging out. Weird.

I need to get wasted. But I don’t really drink. So…I guess my equivalent is to just watch lots and lots of Star Trek. I’m at the end of season six of Voyager, and I’m going to start the last season this week! I must admit, watching the last episode of a series sends me into spiralling depression, so I will probably turn it off before that last 20 minutes of the last episode. I wish I knew someone that was as into watching random sci-fi as I was. Someone snuggly…hmm…

First I met Annie at the Kasbah, and we had Turkish coffee, which was wonderful:

The place was just wonderful and cozy…the waitresses were bitches, but we had a great time.

After that we went to the pub on J Street (we were both virgins for the Kasbah and the pub), and played darts (Annie kicked my ass!).