I'm tired of all the flower ads and commercialized love. And it's not even February for the next ten minutes.

10-hour meetings make Dom something something.

Some lyrics for your day, be they relevant or not:

"(And today was a day just like any other)

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge
Unraveling with every word
With every word you say, make me believe
That I won't feel your tires on the street
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

I come undone, oh yes, I do
Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you
And every word you say, say something sweet
Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

Well I'm ready, I'm ready to drop
Oh, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't stop
I'm ready so don't stop, Keep pushing
I'm ready to fall, oh, I'm ready
I'm ready so don't call, I'm ready so don't call

I am aware, I've been misled
I disconnect my heart, my head
Don't wanna recognize when things go bad
The things that you'll accept
Except that I am finding the words... to say

I'm ready, I'm ready to drop
Oh oh oh oh oh, I'm ready
I'm ready so don't stop
I'm ready so don't stop

(I wake up to find it's another
Four aspirin morning, and I dive in
I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.
When did society decide that we had to change
And wash a tee shirt after every individual use:
If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.
I take the stairs to the car
And there's fog on the windows.
(And I'm Fighting the words...)
I need caffeine in my blood stream,
I take caffeine in the blood stream.
I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:
(And you're getting away...)
My life has become a boring pop song
And everyone's singing along.)

Well, I'm ready, to drop, well, I'm ready
I'm ready so don't stop, oh
Well, keep pushing, I'm ready to fall
Well, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't call
I'm ready so don't call, oh... oh... oh..."

-Jack's Mannequin, "I'm Ready"

I've been trying to massively cut down my caffeine intake and haven't had any since Thursday. Not that I'm feeling it or anything...

More drunk Ben posts.

P.S. Because most people have stated concern, Dom: I was joking. Mostly.

Dominic Nguyen: remember to watch for the football signals!
Vlyandra: I'm not as familiar with them as you are XD
Dominic Nguyen: I'll show you in order!
Dominic Nguyen: it's 0:34 in this version
Dominic Nguyen: False start, wide left, wide right, disregard this flag, delay of game, offsides, unsportsmanlike conduct - roughing the kicker, player ejected
Vlyandra: You know, I think you must be the only person in the world who both knows all the football signals and watches/plays idolm@ster
Vlyandra: They seem mutually exclusive.
Dominic Nguyen: I think I've said that myself

I have been accepted to Sac State (California State University, Sacramento).

I finally get to be a real boy!

So several years ago I read a great book called "Bringing Down The House" by Ben Mezrich, about some M.I.T. students who'd taken a lot of money out of Las Vegas doing card counting. There was talk that a movie was going to get made out of it, but every time I checked in, it seemed like nothing was happening. Well it's set to start filming next month under the name "21" and Kevin Spacey will be playing the teacher, and Lawrence Fishburne as the security chief after them. It's amazing the things I learn in my morning news run.

"Lord give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to impress
Lord give me grace and dancing feet
Let me outshine the moon

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
Second best, runner-up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more than is given to you?
Than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle, I will outshine them all

Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies thrown in time
Silent on the weekdays
Tonight I claim what's mine

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
Second best, runner-up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more than is given to you?
Than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle, I will outshine them all

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle, I will outshine them all..."

-Bloc Party, "The Prayer"

As a note, I am SO looking forward to this album... this song is addictively cool, especially with its heavystomp beat. You can see the video here.

We apologize for the inconvenience.

Being sick = bad.
Being moody = bad.
Being sick and moody = extremely bad.

I am attempting to write down as much of this dream as I can before I forget it.

I was handcuffed, shackled and muzzled, dressed in an orange jumpsuit. I looked like Harry Houdini, except my face was badly bruised, as if I had been beaten repeatedly. My head was shaved, and a priest walked just behind me, reading me last rights. There were six guards around me, two with shotguns flanking either side of me. We were walking down a metal scaffolding, and then into an elevator. Around the elevator, my friends were cheering and hollering. My little brother Curt banged against the wiremesh of the elevator door jeeringly. Erin spit at me. Christy threw a bottle which shattered against the mesh and sent shards flying in. I did not even flinch, as if I expected it. One of the guards moved to push the crowd of friends and family away as the elevator began to rise. I could see the tiny shuttle attached to the massive booster rocket as the steel car pushed upward to the long walkway that led to it. I walked down the metal path. A voice screamed "Burn in hell!" from deep below me. Before they load me onto the shuttle, they remove the handcuffs, the shackles, the muzzle and the leg restraints. Then they remove a pendant from around my neck, and a ring from my finger. I am then pushed into the shuttle and the door is closed. The people are moved out from around the rocket and led back to a place where they can safely watch. The motorized platform rolls back slowly, leaving the rocket attached to a scaffold to hold it steady. The countdown begins and I move to strap myself into a seat, the only one in the capsule. There is a picture beneath several layers of plastic, showing a picture of Mars, and a sticker of a street sign saying "One way" pointing to Mars. I resolve not to shed a tear and fold my arms over my chest as I feel the engines blast. I am being sent to Mars, in exile, never to return, in order to die, and as far as I know, I have done nothing to merit it. The trip will take approximately one year. There is food and water, supplies meant to last me the trip there. I am told over my headset what an honor it will be for a horrible person like me to be the first man to set foot on Mars. I tell them to go to Hell. They tell me I'll get there first. I scream. ... And then I awake.

For the first time since 2001, I am 100% debt free.

Go me?

Michael drinks so much pepsi that they send him birthday emails. Yahoo used to send me birthday emails but I'm not special anymore.

Happy Birthday to the Johnson.

Welcome to 2007.

By the way, this is post #2,201.

We've been busy.