Junk email used to make so much sense. You have a stupid product or a scam that you want to sell so you email it out to a thousand people and maybe one idiot will make it all worth your time. Now I can't figure it out though. Sometimes I open my junk email just for the heck of it. Usually it is something in the title like "hi" or something stupid to just get you to try and open it. Back in the day they used to always have titles like "I had a great night with you the other night." I guess that didn't work as well. So the point of this rant is: why do I get so much junk email that has nothing in the body? Or when it does its something like "adsddd.cod" Are they now doing it for the sole purpose of annoying people?
Well, in related news, the AARP is still trying to get me to join. I am not sure how they found out my new address so fast. Old people are networked very well I guess. I wonder if they have big parties. Do you have to be old to join or just retired? What is the exact difference between unemployed and retired? Is it possible to be fired when you're in your 60's and then just retire from no job? Maybe I should sign up for the AARP. So if any of you have grandma's coming up to you talking about this nice boy they want to introduce you to.......
This blog used to be about my life in Japan. Then for years it served no purpose. Now it is about my life in Limpopo, South Africa.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Saturday, January 29, 2005
A $30 steak
I went out to eat with my aunt, uncle and parents. It was at a fancy resturant somewhere in Hawaii, I don't even know where. The lights were dim, everyone was dressed up, and the food was expensive. I felt akward, like I did in high school, but for different reasons. I think for my own well-being I should, in the future, stay away from any "high class" environment. By high class I basically mean any place where people are dressed up and would think it was strange if I wiped my hands on my pants instead of a napkin. The menu was full of local Hawaiian dishes that I had never heard of. Fortunately there was one for steak, so of course I ordered it. I was also lucky enough to have 3 knives. Two were identical and the other was a little sharper. The sharp one was obviously for the steak. I have no idea what the other ones were for. They did, however, remind me that a long time ago I promised myself I would learn how to juggle. While I have mastered the tennis balls, I have yet to attempt anything sharper. But the resturant was a nice reality check. I am a 23 year old male who still hasn't learned to juggle knives. The five years of my life that I invested in "higher learning" have yet to provide any financial benefits - and most likely never will. I am positive that if I had invested those five years in learning how to juggle I could be one of Hawaii's top street performers.
I had no clue how I wanted my steak so I asked the waitress to use her best judgement and choose for me. My steak was red. I am assuming it's because it takes the least amout of work. I was thinking that within the next 24 hours I would regret eating it - but so far I haven't. I did, however, have a very strange dream. I dreamt that I was living at my old house in Minneapolis. I opened the freezer to find chocolate mint ice cream. While it wasn't mine, I was nonetheless thrilled that I would be able to enjoy it without anyone knowing that I took it. Then I began a conversation with one of my female roomates. I was trying my best to flirt with her but she kept giving me the cold shoulder. I didn't remember the dream until later in the day - when I wanted ice cream. It is sad that I get shot down even in my dreams. Where did that expression "in your dreams" come from? Obviously not someone like me.
I had no clue how I wanted my steak so I asked the waitress to use her best judgement and choose for me. My steak was red. I am assuming it's because it takes the least amout of work. I was thinking that within the next 24 hours I would regret eating it - but so far I haven't. I did, however, have a very strange dream. I dreamt that I was living at my old house in Minneapolis. I opened the freezer to find chocolate mint ice cream. While it wasn't mine, I was nonetheless thrilled that I would be able to enjoy it without anyone knowing that I took it. Then I began a conversation with one of my female roomates. I was trying my best to flirt with her but she kept giving me the cold shoulder. I didn't remember the dream until later in the day - when I wanted ice cream. It is sad that I get shot down even in my dreams. Where did that expression "in your dreams" come from? Obviously not someone like me.
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