self-titled: ^_^

ha. two recent ways people found this was by google searching "self suck" which is both funny that someone would search for that, and an entertaining alias for this place. the second thing was "ars fucking girls" which i believe was intended to be "arse fucking girls." now i'm completely cool with someone searching for that sort of content, i mean, it's a reserved cool, kind of like how i'm cool that some people dig fat chicks. so whatever, let people search for what they want, but "arse?" "ARSE?" do people really use that ever?

This morning at dunkin' donuts as i was walking out there was a super cute girl and i looked at her and she looked at me. then i wanted a second look and i did and we smiled. then, after i left the building, i looked back and bam, eye contact once again. and there may have been a fourth one in the mix. the first thing i did when i got to work minutes later was go to the bathroom and make sure i didn't have "i'm gay" written on my forehead and that my tie matched my shirt and stuff like that and it all checked out. i did notice i forgot to put on my belt, which made me incredibly self-conscious for the rest of the way. i'd be walking and internally would say, "that guy has a belt on" and everyone did, and i KNOW when people saw me they were like "he should really be wearing a belt." but back to cute girl: she wasn't looking at my waist. i don't understand it. i want to see her again so i can get a read on her like she has a lazy eye or is blind or something.

work happened.

after work i met with katie at the realtor's and we saw our new place. well, our almost-ours-we-just-need-to-get-approved-in-the-very-standard-and-cursory-approval-process-that-just-makes-sure-that-we-aren't-criminals-and-have-a-decent-credit-rating place. but it's looking pretty good right now. it rocks. except it is far too much space. not only do we have zero furniture save for our beds and desks and this little end table i have, but the place comes with a large living room, and adjunct to it a goddam dining room. all with wonderful hardwood floors that i will certainly slide around on after work in my black socks until we furnish the place in 2003. we're so excited, it really is a nice place. and i know i said that about this place when i moved in, but i don't think i ever said it was nice, really. i just said it was cool because it's the size of a goddam airport and i never have to leave it. but i've been ready to get the hell out of this dank hellhole for a long time. and now i get to, in a large, sunny, happy, clean, wood floored, porched, back-yarded, windowed, i can go to bc and do laundry when it's my turn to play a football gamed super happy fun palace.

i want to start packing this weekend and move stuff soon thereafter. i want nothing to be in this room lying around making clutter except for all my very necessary video game dvd music computing equipment.

speaking of. the first season of the simpsons will simply not stop amazing me. after laughing my ass off for the first 15 minutes of "life on the fast lane" with al brooks doing unbelievably funny things with jacques, the french bowler who is tempting marge into an affair, i saw homer after he found the bowling glove jacques gave her, and it was really moving. and then at the end, when marge almost goes to do jacque but instead goes to the power plant in the big officer and a gentleman thing, first i got all goosebumpy and chilled, then i started grinning, and then i welled up and then a few tears rolled down. i really couldn't be any more pathetic, but it was just fantastic.

and now, i will play a game of football, i think i play stanford, and then i will go to bed and think about how katie and i will arrange all of our empty rooms.