Random thoughts

Holy crap, Grooveshark. Internet-based jukebox with an interface like iTunes... you make the playlist and it finds a source somewhere on the internet. I'm stunned. And extremely happy I found this.

My obsessiveness has cost me several hours in the past week... I usually buy a book at the airport to keep me not bored during my flights... my problem comes when the book is so good that I have to finish it even after I'm off the plane. This is extremely time-consuming. Saturday night/Sunday morning I was up until almost 6 because I couldn't put a book down. I reached a point where I was literally yawning every five seconds and couldn't keep up with the flow of yawn-associated tears. Pretty sick if you ask me.

I wish I had never tried 5 Hour Energy.

I moronically ordered a bathroom scale from a brand I didn't know. Curves. A gym for those with weight a bit above average... and for women. At least that's what I was told. I'm going to need some paint thinner or acetone.

I've only been home since Friday and I already miss traveling. I need new luggage. Some hot new luggage.

My eyes are bad. I'm going to try to find time to get them checked out this week before my upcoming trips. I've been saying that for the past few years. Damn I'm stupidly stubborn.

I used to take beef over chicken any day. For the past several months, chicken > beef. Not sure why.

I really really hate smelly people. It actually makes me angry when they invade my space. UGH.

I have this bad habit of buying temporary tattoos whenever I see those stupid quarter machines. I have like 10 of them sitting in a pile next to me right now. They come out every once in a while in the summer when I'm being stupid or silly with my friends on the weekend on the beach or something but other than that, why, why do I buy them? Is it for the half-joking, silly anticipation of actually using them? I'd have to default to saying so right now as I can't think of any other reason...

Current song: Miley Cyrus, Party in the USA. Thanks Grooveshark.

Worked out in the AM for the first time in I don't know how long. Really felt I needed to have a Rocky week after Seattle. I actually got the Rocky week going on Saturday... feels good. Probably why I'm still peppy at midnight and blogging.

I have started meeting awesome people from all over the world, and I'm starting to miss them all. It's awesome and sucks all at the same time. At least there's facebook. And I have people to see when I travel to their homelands now too. Sweet.

I fear that I'm fearful of commitment. I'm not saying I am for sure but it's definitely possible... I see a lot of my friends dropping everything and trying to buy a house right now so they can get the $8000 stimulus credit before April or something. Might make sense monetarily, especially if you were in a position to look already. But for me, I want something just right. I'm going to be that realtor's nightmare that looks at 100 places. It's going to be where I live for years, for crying out loud! I've thought of starting to draw pictures of my dream house/place in my spare time. I'm not talking about a huge mansion that would be worth millions, I'm more imagining something around here, probably in the city, within my budget, that would amaze myself. And with that would amaze others. Something I'd come home to and truly be in awe every day for the next several decades. It's possible. I'm creative, damn it. Wouldn't be your run of the mill house. Wouldn't be off the wall crazy. Would be modern, slick and shiny in a lot of places. A large, large kitchen. Balcony with a grill. One or two pieces out of the ordinary... I don't know what, but unique items.

Wow, where did all of that come from? Oh yeah, I only got four hours of sleep last night. I must be loopy tired.