it's sunday evening, about 6:30, and i'm enjoying this episode of 60 minutes, in which they are interviewing the freak that creates the new york times crossword puzzle. check this. he got a bachelors degree in... enigmatology, i think it was--- the study of riddles. how ridiculous is that? he has a library of 10,000 crossword puzzle books and owns a bunch of weird crossword puzzle memorabilia. and he's not marrried. i wonder why.

it's been an interesting 5 days since i posted last. i've been working enough to make me wonder how i would ever be able to hold down a real full time job. on thursday night i went out with this girl i met at work. she took me down into the city and we had dinner and coffee in the gay part of houston. i don't know if anybody else does this, but when i walk into a new environment i like to survey everyone in the room... usually it's because i want to see if i know anyone there, and usually i take note of all the attractive guys in the vicinity. well, not just guys i guess. i tend to note all of the attractive people in the room. i don't know why. i guess those things which make people physically attractive just interest me. granted, i don't pay as much attention now that i'm happily taken, but as we entered the vegetarian restaurant, i noticed the large number of good-looking men in the restaurant. a few minutes later, i realized that every last one of them was gay. which was kind of sad to me. for a variety of reasons, but the one that was most prevelant in the moment was that i was sad not because i would have wanted to date any of them, but because no woman ever will. as emily and i ate dinner, i wondered if i was being scoped out in the same manner, and, since i was there with another girl, if everyone thought we were lesbians. i would like to think that i give off a very not-gay vibe, and that maybe my discomfort in an establishment such as the one we ate in would be picked up like a beacon over my head sending out "hi, i'm straight" signals in morse code. i mean for crying eye, our "waiter" was a "waitress." how's that for uncomfortable.

it's recently been brought to my attention how much i sleep. i've decided that my body can never get enough sleep. i could sleep for twelve hours, wake up for an hour, and then take a 3 hour nap. and unless i drink caffeine, i just never get to the point where i can't sleep anymore. i feel the need to address this because i constantly get made fun of for how much i sleep. this is to all of you who consistently live off of 6 hours-- i was watching the view a couple weeks ago and they had a sleep therapist on the show who said that getting 6 hours of sleep usually diminishes your reaction time and alertness as though you had consumed two alcoholic beverages. go ahead, make fun of me for taking three hour naps-- i'm catching up on all the sleep i lost during the school year. :) this is just another reason, aside from our insatiable love for honey, why ara and i are perfect for each other. we both enjoy sleeping as a recreational sport.

so i've been working at two different starbucks these past couple weeks. and i have realized that a majority of the kids that come into these stores in the northwest parts of houston are silver-spoon fed little brats. i'm so used to well-behaved adults, most of whom are respectful and know how to clean up after themselves. but here it's different. last night someone ordered a venti no whipped cream mocha frappuccino blended coffee, and someone forgot to mark on the cup that the customer didn't want whipped cream. were we busy? heck yes. the customer? a 16-year-oldish brat who complained because whipped cream was on her drink. one of my fellow workers said, which i will never forget, "scrape it off yourself." the girl looked really offended and started getting really bitchy with us. "you want ME to scrape it off?" becky firmly replied, "well, honey, that's just what i'm going to do if i take the drink back from you, but i've got a line of people i have to please and you don't. here's a spoon. scrape it off yourself." i know that probably goes against everything in the starbuck's partner/customer relationship code of conduct, but i almost wet myself i thought it was so funny. way to go becky.