I own my very first turbocharged car.
All finished. I cried a little. I’m not even kidding. No one can know how badly and for how long I have wanted this. One set back after another, it just never seemed to happen.
I love the Prelude, it’ll become my daily and I will still try to turbo the curse. I’ll leave it there.
The CRX was dyno’d at 339WHP the other day. Just got new paint. It’s a thing of beauty.
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I’m having a crappy night.
I’m not looking forward to class tomorrow. I dislike teaching Acrobat. It is one of those cursed classes that doesn’t go well no matter how many times you’ve taught it. I suppose I could say the same thing about SharePoint. SharePoint… *cringe*. All at once I feel a little bit better about teaching Acrobat tomorrow.
I ate too much. And I enjoyed it immensely. It was Chinese actually. You see, Chinese food is amazing. I can eat it and eat it and eat it some more, and I don’t realize I’ve eaten too much until I’m on the floor whimpering. Eating is easily one of my favorite things to do. How I stay at the same weight while I do it is beyond me.
A gay guy moved in with me. I have no problem with people who are gay. Hell, the owner of this house is gay. And he’s cooler then hell. I do, however, have a problem with people who ACT gay. (I think you catch what I’m getting at here.) The new guy seems to be that type. We’ll see though.
I’m uncomfortable as hell because I have become accustomed to not being alone at night. So it feels pretty weird right now. And of course because she’s out with another guy I’m playing the guy game of being convinced that the worst possible situation is currently going down. Well not the worst, per se. But I’ll give you 10:1 odds that she’s kissed him by now. That sounds about right. I am at a near impasse with this person. I’m interested. But I’m not interested. And I hate myself whenever I’m around her because of the way I act. I’m worried that if I hang around her too much, my rude behavior could become permanent and not just exclusive to her.
I am also super caffeinated. I’ve just been on one long Coke binge the whole day. I want to stop. But it’s just sooo good. I feel like Fry who can’t get away from the Super Slurm. No doubt I will wake up tomorrow tired and unmotivated. Funny, you’d think that if someone knew the consequence of something they were doing was going to yield undesirable results, they wouldn’t do it. Heh. It’s like I’m purposely putting my hand on the stove, if you will.
The steady feed of adrenaline into my bloodstream ever since I secured the possession of a new car has yet to leave me. I can’t focus on anything. Time is nearly standing still from the relentless wait to get the car back here. And yet, I’m not looking forward to it. I have to find a way to get it here. I have to do repairs. I need to make it pass emissions/safety. Then insure it. I want to drive the car right NOW. But I can’t. And even after I get the car, I STILL won’t be able to drive it for maybe a week or two. The suffering is barely tolerable. I wonder how I’ll fare when the 320 WHP beast is actually in the driveway and I can’t do anything with it.
Hmm, what else? — I’ll wager that if I didn’t constantly prod at a certain someone to meet up for lunch, or even just call me, I’d probably never see her again. I sometimes feel like a fool for bothering. It feels akin to wanting to be around someone who just doesn’t want to be around you — but you don’t know it.
My greatest fear, is that if I ever did see her on a regular basis, the novelty of seeing her would be gone. What if this whole time I’ve just not been able to slake my desire to be with an idealized specter of a friend? What if I’ve put too many chips down on a venerable husk of a relationship? Even perfection can become boring after you’ve been sated, right? But then again, maybe the frequency in which I do get to enjoy the pleasure of her company is exactly the right amount.
So, do I call it on the count of disinterest; her being too occupied? Meh. I don’t know. What I do know though, is that if it were that simple. I’d have it all figured out.
This mention alone with probably provoke an apology. Apologies lose their meaning when the repetition becomes predictable.
But, it really only bothers me when I think about it… An occurrence that is in gradual decline.
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Finally got my Microsoft Certified Trainer credentials. Probably only two of the people who read this will know what the hell I’m talking about, but I’m telling you anyway.
I sometimes like to do this on my way to work for a laugh. Seeing people do those double-takes, or slowing down/speeding up to make sure they saw everything correctly is hilarious.
So I hate my futon bed frame, ever since it was broken it has always squeaked. And I am the kind of person who prefers to sleep on the floor anyway, so I decided to get rid of it.
But lo! Look at the idea Ciena gave me. I did after all need a place to put my clothes. Nice eh?
At the beginning of the summer I had no AC. And uh, with a room facing the west facing window, it gets pretty damn hot in the afternoon.
I didn’t exactly want to go out and by a commercial AC, so I came up with another idea:
Heh. I used a old Del Sol radiator I had, then foam filled the bottom, PVC glued a few parts aquired from Home Depot so I could hook it up to the garden hose in order to keep a steady flow of cold water. What you see now was a test version that simply recirculated water via a pump. All I had to do to keep it cool was feed in ice throughout the day.
It worked great.
– Worked. I have since procured an AC that actually has a condenser and gets decently cold. Heh.
Quick. I need someone to come over here and kick the !$@# out of me.
Why you ask?
To distract myself from the pain.
Took my first Capoeira class tonight. Fun. Exhausting. Abusive. I imagine this is the ‘first time’ deal where I nearly die in every class for the next month. But we shall see how this progresses.
So yesterday’s Excel consulting gig went well… Very well.
It was one of those situations where a company gave us a call because they had a few key problems that needed to be worked out. Some call it a “class”. I call it consulting. When the courseware and learning is no longer the focus, and you’re helping a company with very specific problems, it becomes consulting.
So I’m slated for two hours of “class”, right? I go in there and am immediately bombarded by questions. I knocked them out one by one with ease and majesty. They were cheering at me like I was single-handedly winning the Super Bowl. I’m not even kidding, I was getting scared they were going to lift the chair I was sitting in and carry me through the halls in praise. Guys clapping me on and shoulder, women showing suspicious interest… The works. They even bought me — lunch.
Apparently they had these problems with Excel for months before I swooped in for all of two hours and fixed all of them.
I’m not saying this to be boastful. I’m saying this because it was nearly embarrassing. I left with the biggest grin ever.
By the time I was on my way out, my ego had grown to the point of eating itself because of how awesome it thought it was. I thought. “Damn, I’m good.” and “Why are there not four women vying for my attention?” followed by “I should run for president — of Earth!” Even in the elevator on the way out I was expecting the doors to part to cameras and microphones.
Yup. Don’t congratulate me too much. I don’t respond well to compliments as it is, what happened to me yesterday endangered all of us, and was incredible irresponsible.