Bless me d-land for I have sinned. It has been 5 days since my last confession... I'm sorry I haven't been updating. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not dead much to my own chagrin and I'm sure to a few others. Life basically has been making me it's bitch, pimp smacking me to the floor and just when I'm about to get up again *loud-ass pimp-smack* straight back to the floor, metaphorically speaking of course.� This is actually going to be a long entry and it's kind of day-loggish, so those of you who have long-entry-phobia and/or day-log-phobia leave this diary now, this is your last warning. I claim no responsibility whatsoever for any and all anxiety attacks my humongous day-log-entry may give you...

It's been busy at work lately thus I've been having no idle time whatsoever to burn on the net. I also had to be at work 7:00am on a Saturday because my company just downsized a bunch of offices on an entire floor, so I had to reconnect a bunch of PCs for employees that were relocated. I don't know what the fuck is going on but I swear this fucking job is finding new ways to make me bleed.� I have a bunch of scratches cuts and gashes on my arm from moving stuff around, crawling under desks and god knows where else they came from. Usually I'm more graceful than this, but I think I've officially entered the "mindless drone" role at my present job. God help us all... O.o

I didn't treat any of these minor flesh wounds because I don't have time for that bullshit. So I now have these nice little scabs all on my right hand and arm with the redness of infection in the surrounding skin. How Cool is that? God forbid anyone mistakes me for a cutter (and a sloppy one at that), not that there's anything particularly wrong with self-mutilators, what they do with their bodies is their business and really I'd like to keep it that way. Stop shoving your razor-tallied arm in my face, I understand your need for paper-cut-like pain, but really it's just not my style...

What the fuck did I just do? Oh yeah I digressed. My apologies. Anyway, work was over around noon. Half a workday in hell for time-in-a-half. Damn my need for legal tender (I'm referring to currency this time, not to the "barely legal" 18-20 year old females) ;) So anyway, my mom picks me up at the train stop so I can use her Costco membership (one of those wholesale warehouse type places) for my necessities. In other words she's kicking my freeloading ass out of her apartment and making sure I have no excuses to come back anytime soon. Well ok maybe she didn't put it in exactly that way, but still, it's time for me to move back to the neglected-all-summer bachelor pad of mine. So I nabbed a case of Red Bull a.k.a. the nectar of the gods, and materials for making sandwiches. I got other stuff too, but my memory fails me at the time. Fuck, I forgot to get my bottle of Grey Goose. I hope mom doesn't realize I forgot it and starts drinking off my supply... =p�

Oh we went to Dominick's too, it's a supermarket chain in the Chicago area. The one we went to was in some yuppie area. Christ the cute women that were in that place, un-fucking believable. Anyway was pushing the shopping cart while mom was doing her hunting and gathering thing in the produce section. I spotted this cutie, who was so absorbed in her fruits and vegetables that she didn't even notice me. So I "inadvertently" got in her way. She moved left, I moved left, she moved right, I moved right. Then we made eye contact and smiled and simultaneously apologized to each other. Yes I know, damn my childish little mischief,� but hey I had to find some way to occupy my bored mind and besides, I can't stand it when cute women don't notice me. It makes me do silly things to get their attention. Don't make me go elementary school on you because I'm not above that sort of behavior. ;)

Here's the crown jewel of the shopping day, Best Buy. We were supposed to pick up one of those cordless irons for mom so I told her that I'll drop her at front and wait because I can't walk into that damn store without buying anything. She said no, she wanted to look into buying a progressive scan DVD player because her brother, my uncle in NY was telling her about the technology and how it would be optimal for her relatively newly purchased 40 inch Plasma TV she got on sale a while back for a really good deal. You have to understand that my mom is not an impulse buyer. She is frugal to the extreme, but whatever my uncle said to her instilled the "bug" to buy this progressive scan technology. I think he said that the Plasma TV is going to waste because you aren't feeding it the best available technology. So we looked at everything and she was weighing all the brands the features, the prices, etc.�

Then we stumbled onto the home theater section. Long story short, with the assistance of a really helpful salesman, we convinced mom to get the Sony Progressive Scan DVD/VCR and Surround Sound w/ 6 Speakers Package. Mom and I both applied for Best Buy credit. She got approved for $2,000 and I got approved for $3,000. So my mom purchased the home theater package and the necessary cords and get this, she totally forgot about the cordless iron we were supposed to get. *major eyeroll*

For those who don't know, you need a component cable with separate RGB cables to get the best possible picture quality between a DVD and a TV with component hookup such as most HDTV's EDTV's, Plasma and LCD screens. To get the best sound between the DVD and the surround sound receiver you need a digital optical cable. The Monster Video Brand sells the absolute best Audio/Visual cables, at least in in the Best Buy Store.� I actually didn't buy anything for myself because I'm keeping my credit open for a new notebook PC. What I really want is one of those Alienware notebooks. I've actually been drooling over the Area 51m Notebook a gaming based desktop replacement which, unlike most notebooks in the market, surpasses the processing power in anything but the best desktop systems available.

The main problem is Best Buy only retails Alienware Desktops, they haven't began retailing their mobile PC's as of yet. That means I have to buy online direct from Alienware, rendering my $3,000 available Best Buy Credit near useless. Go figure... =p

So we make it home, and who has to carry the 3 heavy boxes of groceries the DVD/VCR combo and the 6 speaker Surround Sound system with Subwoofer up 3 floors worth of steps? That's right, you guessed it. Derrick, the fucking packhorse mule. By the time I brought up the last package I was perspiring like a waterfall and sucking wind like it was my prom date. I was planning to get some much-needed beauty rest, because damn, I was feeling quite ugly and I had a night of clubbing ahead of me. But alas my beloved sister needed to get picked up from a friend's house in suburbia, so off I went. By the time I had gotten back it was time to shower up and get ready.�

Oh and old friend stopped by to see mom and have one of those girl-to-girl talks. She used to border at my uncle's house along with my mom and that's how they became friends. After all this time she's still cute. Unfortunately she's still stuck on her boyfriend, but their relationship is in troubled waters so I'll wait patiently for now, be there for her as a friend, let her marinate and when the time is right, make my move... ;) So after I showered up and donned the club-wear I escorted my "friend" back to her car and kissed her on the cheek and gave her a huge hug. Unlike most people, she knows how to give a hug. The kind where you can feel each other's bodies, the kind that you feel an exchange of energy. I mean *rawr* damn...�

So I made sure her car started then I sped off to pick up my friends for yet another night at Transit. In the car the girls were talking about how the game of one of our mutual acquaintances was totally weak. I remember overhearing his overly aggressive pickup lines and would be inclined to agree, except that sometimes his game actually works. Go figure. I commented on how my game was probably weaker than his and they had a somewhat shocked reaction to that statement. They were telling me how good I looked, and if I just started talking to women I don't really need any game. They were able to reassure me, at least momentarily.�

The pickings were a little slim that night, at least for me but I did manage to catch the eye of a cutie while chilling in one of the lounge chairs, sipping my martini. So I scooted next to her and started talking. This chick was totally buzzed, I mean she was slurring her speech and all, I could hardly understand her, but she was cute enough to maintain my interest, even though she let out the fact that she had a boyfriend. O.o She introduced me to her sister and her friends, all of them were hotties. Her one friend in particular was especially hot and she was totally eye-sexing me, but this other guy was all over her and I wasn't about to do any "cockblock" maneuvering. Derrick don't play that... So I wound up with the chick with the boyfriend on the dance floor. I tried to get a feel for the proximity, approaching "grinding" distance without aggressively perusing the grind. I gave her multiple chances to get close to me and she took none of them. Then she had to go to the washroom, so I escorted her up to the ladies' washroom, I headed to the men's and "lost" her from there. I found my friends, danced a little with them, had a few more drinks and eventually it was a night. I've also realized another thing. I don't pick up as many or as cute women while wearing my geek glasses. I ran out of daily disposable contacts a while back. I'll need to replenish my supply sometime soon, but yeah wearing the lightly tinted rimless mirrored shades or even no glasses whatsoever, probably makes me look cooler, at least in the club environment.�

I drove my friends back to their house and drove to La Pasadita for a burrito. It felt like the twilight zone because that place was "closed" I mean the lights were on and there were people in there but they were like cleaning the place up, big time. They must have been doing some health compliance thing or something. So I headed over to White Castle and in my vodka-soaked logic I ordered 10 white castle hamburgers and 10 jalapeno cheeseburgers. There was no way in hell I was going to finish them all that night. Luckily they keep well in the fridge and when microwaved, they taste almost as good as fresh. I guess it wasn't a total bust. =p

Anyway, I woke up the next morning, or should I say afternoon still buzzed and slightly hung over.� My mom was eager for me to hook up the new home theater entertainment system. I told here there's no way I could even begin to hook that thing up without food and a shower. Fortunately brunch was ready. After the nourishment, shower and some Alka-Seltzer I was ready to tackle the entertainment system. I first had to disassemble the cheap-ass no-name brand surround sound/dvd combo that my mom had originally gotten and pack it up for my apartment. I guess it's good enough for my place because the max volume even on that cheap system would totally rock the neighbors units, so the lower to midrange volumes would achieve the desired surround effect without being "inconsiderate".�

Because of the slight hangover, my mind was processing in slow motion. It took the better part of the day and evening to get everything hooked up. I then had to haul my groceries, a good bulk of my clothing, my hand-me-down home entertainment system and my PlayStation 2 to my apartment. My sister came along and helped me with the groceries. She even did the dishes that were sitting in the sink all summer. Awwww, that was so nice of her. :) Don't worry I usually pre-rinse my dishes before leaving them on the sink so she didn't have to deal with any science experiments. Well OK I did have to trash some moldy ass bread that was sitting in my fridge. I didn't know bread could turn green like that. Lovely.�

So finally I had to drive the car to mom's apartment. We picked up LOTR The Two Towers on DVD and Chicago and started late on TTT. Damn it looked good on the Plasma screen with the hookup I did. I mean you could see the fucking pores and 5 O'clock shadow stubble on the actor's faces it was so clear and the bass from the subwoofer was rumbling so loud that the neighbors came up to check out the new setup. Sweet. That opening scene where Gandalf was skydive battling the Balrog was so fucking badass. The CGI for the Gollum/Smeagol character off the hook as well. It was late though so we stopped the movie halfway and will continue next weekend.

Work today was still busy as hell, prompting me to stay late to hammer out this entry. I'm supposed to do some homework as well but I think I'll do that at home. There's so many more things I want to write about such as my responses to my most recent reviews at the-assholes, slutreviews and jane-reviews. I also wanted to throw out a few of my theories and ramblings on my whole life situation at present, but I'll have to save all of that for the future. I have classes tomorrow and Wednesday night and if work is going to be busy like it has been, I'm not going to have much opportunity to update. I also apologize profusely to those who have sent me notes, comments and/or signed my guestbook recently and have yet to give my response. I promise I'll get to you before I depart my office...