The day starts off lazily as I inch like a sloth through my morning rituals. I make a couple of rounds of boxing before Jennifer comes over and we spend the day going over principles and realization. I hope it wasn't in vain.
Jessica arrives with Keemow's final fitting for his Tool hoodie. Just a couple more adjustments for his arms and call it GQ. Chris makes it on time as well and we head out to go see the UFC fight. So we actually round up a table at Buffalo Wild Wings after an hour of waiting. But not before I prominently stain Chris's new Texas Sweater with barbeque sauce. Caribbean Jerk to be exact. Jennifer calls the winner, Rashad Evans. I still think Thiago Silva is the better fighter. I call Bushido!
The next day I am Sherlock bound. Again I slowly brush the teeth and waste hot water in the shower and make my way to Target to spend the rest of my gift card on groceries. I cook some orange chicken with jasmine rice and pass out for an hour or two. When I get up its time to go see the legendary detective himself. The fries at Studio Movie Grill move me as Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law lightheartedly entertain me. I didn't even know Rachael McAdams was in this, but I love falling in love with that beautiful smile of hers. All in all Guy Ritchie got it right this time.
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Sunday, January 3, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
In Transit.
So yet again I have put off running and have opted to making sushi rolls with sliced hebrew national hotdogs inside of them. Tasty is really the only term deemed worthy of the bane of my labor. Warms my little half asian heart up! Just like some chicken noodle soup.
You know you think you know someone, after 1-6 years, but today I just found out my canine friend doesn't like cornnuts! To my previous hypothesis on the matter, I guessed I took it for granted that he would associate it with the likeness to his own food. Or maybe it was just because they were Ranch Style and not because of the texture. In any case, I'm sure he thoroughly enjoyed the remnants of the frankfurt rolls I tossed his way.
Chris and Adam arrived to kick it and hash about the philosophies of the universe again. The plot for cowboys, the church as a perfect business, and famous asians from Mr. Miyagi to Tila Tequila were the subjects of the night. After debating much in the same direction we proceeded to the countdown for the Rashad Evans vs. Thiago Silva fight this weekend. Man, those documentaries on the fighters and their training for the upcoming fight can really get you hyped up for a UFC match! Can't wait!
I really thought the day was going to be overshadowed by an angry snowfall, but the truth of the matter is, that it couldn't even hang after it hit the ground. The grass in my neighborhood was slightly covered with a frosted slush, and the rest is just a cold wet. I even imagined that work might let me out early like school used to when we were kids and I would have time to be lazy while the sun was still up. A man can still dream. Even if they are for ridiculously short termed rewards.
You know you think you know someone, after 1-6 years, but today I just found out my canine friend doesn't like cornnuts! To my previous hypothesis on the matter, I guessed I took it for granted that he would associate it with the likeness to his own food. Or maybe it was just because they were Ranch Style and not because of the texture. In any case, I'm sure he thoroughly enjoyed the remnants of the frankfurt rolls I tossed his way.
Chris and Adam arrived to kick it and hash about the philosophies of the universe again. The plot for cowboys, the church as a perfect business, and famous asians from Mr. Miyagi to Tila Tequila were the subjects of the night. After debating much in the same direction we proceeded to the countdown for the Rashad Evans vs. Thiago Silva fight this weekend. Man, those documentaries on the fighters and their training for the upcoming fight can really get you hyped up for a UFC match! Can't wait!
I really thought the day was going to be overshadowed by an angry snowfall, but the truth of the matter is, that it couldn't even hang after it hit the ground. The grass in my neighborhood was slightly covered with a frosted slush, and the rest is just a cold wet. I even imagined that work might let me out early like school used to when we were kids and I would have time to be lazy while the sun was still up. A man can still dream. Even if they are for ridiculously short termed rewards.
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