I got back home last night after spending few days with family. It feels good to be back to a place I call my own...but this house has a drawback, I've learned recently. The 2nd floor's very conducive.

In my room, I'd feel bumps and vibrations. I thought somebody was stomping around in the hallway, but it happened too often. No housemate's pacing back and forth there in the wee hours. It turned out the cars moving by on Florida Ave. caused all that floor bebop. I'm trying to embrace it. Nothing I can do about it, after all. I'm trying to see it as some kind of funky environmental music.

Here's a no-frills message for y'all:

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

:)

IMs from a friend:

X: Heya I was thinkin
X: I'm glad you've decided to be more secrective in your blogs
X: Because last night would make an interesting entry hah

:whistle innocently:

Here's what I've just read from espn.com (Bill "Sports Guy" Simmons' my favorite columnist. He talks about anything).

Q: I am currently a junior at THE Ohio State University and I am studying political science in order to go to law school eventually. I have recently grown tired of political science and I couldn't help but become rampantly jealous of Mr. Simmons' job. I was wondering what he studied in college.
-- Ken Buckley, Columbus, Ohio

SG: Bad news: I majored in political science. Or maybe that's good news? I don't know. And just for the record, I took not one, not two, not three but FOUR classes on the Middle East in college, yet I couldn't even point out the Gaza Strip on a map at this point. If you're breaking your butt for final exams right now, just keep this in mind: You will forget everything you learned within 5 years. I promise you.

(How was that for a Post-Exam Week pep talk?)

My housemates and I are looking for somebody to occupy a vacant bedroom.

The room's pretty small so it's inexpensive, only $290/m. You could live there comfortably if you build a loft, tho.

The house's on a corner so we get a lot of sunshine. Location: Fla. Ave. & 6th St. 24-hour access to sandwiches' a heartbeat away (Subway's).

Interested? Click on "comments" for my email address (I'm just outsmarting the godforsaken spam robots that crawl the web for email addresses).

Seems like 85% of the owners of digital cameras are women. As far as I know, only 2 male friends of mine have one, and one of them isn't even in America anymore. And 85% of the pictures girls take consist of them and their friends grinning drunkenly, their faces squashed together.

When showing my new crib to a friend last night, he exclaimed that I could assassinate IKJ from my bedroom window. His house's just across the street.

If you can't say "insane week", you're not a Gally student.

On my plate this week: final projects and exams, finish moving my stuff into a new place (yep, relocated).

Weary yet euphoric. It's a GREAT house I've just moved into.

Just felt like posting 'em *shrug*

I feel funny today. Maybe I'm just sleep deprived but I may be coming down with something. If so, about time. I've been healthy for too long. I haven't been sick since last winter. And in the past week, I've been around quite a few sick people- a housemate, an aunt, a cousin, a friend. For me to go on unscathed by those devilish microbes, it'd be eerie. It's as if I slit myself and no blood came out.

I'm just babbling bullshit. I don't really want to get sick. It's the worst time possible for that to happen.

Another topic: Japan's full of dirty old men. In a class, somebody talked about his trip to Japan and said he saw a lot of discreet ass-grabbing going on inside the trains. The gropers are almost always older men. They get away with it because they seem so grandfatherly and harmless. The girls kinda feel sorry for them. No ostracizing. I remembered a friend also who went to Japan and saw men reading comic book porn everywhere. And almost all of them smoked. My classmate agreed with that observation. Something to do with looking for releases from their ultra-high-stress culture.

Kind of clashes with Japan's bashful, reverent, solemn, asexual image, doesn't it?

All that smoking, yet they have the world's longest life expectancy. Sushi does 'em some wonder.

ZZZZ-time now.