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Thursday I did something or other, don't ask me what, it'll come to me in a minute.…....it took me more than a minute, but I remember now. I stayed at work till midnight. That's right, I worked 8:30 am to Midnight. How dedicated is that? Deadline's suck, and my boss gave me a little too much to do, and then something goes wrong, and that's what happens. Oh well. Friday and Saturday, I did nothing. I actually felt like a loser. But that's me. I did watch "I'll Be Home For Christmas" starring Jonathan Taylor Thomas. It was bad, but I found it interesting because the premise could be amusing, but the movie wasn't. And when a movie takes place in college and the first scene is a kid getting stuffed into a locker, you know you're in for a rough ride.
Sunday I didn't do much. Watch the Vikes lose to the Bears, which was humorous. I played poker that night. I think I lost a buck, but I came back from being down like 5, so I was happy. Monday I did nothing, Tuesday I did nothing. Yesterday I went out with Austin, Matt, and one of Matt's friends. We went to a bar with some awful live music, then to Best Buy, Barnes and Noble, and the Burnsville Mall. I mentioned my hatred for Nordstrom's again, (even though that's in the Mall of America), and Austin noted that he liked Nordstrom's. He said it made him feel classy. Well, this a sure fire way to get me to rant. I basically ended with saying that if I walk into a store and feel underdressed, there's a problem. Austin says, "Well, yeah if I was wearing this into Nordstrom's, I'd feel underdressed. But I'd never wear this while shopping," This opened a whole new can of worms. Dressing up to go shopping is stupid, period. I don't care what anybody says. Of course, upon further debate, I realized Austin likes dressing up because it makes him feel good. Well this is a somewhat foreign idea to me. I've never dressed up and felt any better about myself than when I'm wearing what I like to call, 'comfortable clothes'. I feel exactly the same. Now there's an exception, in social situations I do feel better looking nice, but this is solely due to the fact that I feel other people think I look nice. Naturally I'm going to feel better looking nice when I'm talking to an attractive girl than if I'm a slob. That's because I want her to think I'm attractive, and if I wearing nice cloths, than I think I have a better chance of her thinking I'm attractive. It all comes down to this, for me. I don’t dress up for myself; I dress up to impress other people, period. I wear a suit and tie to an interview, to impress the interviewer. I try to look nice on a date, to impress the girl. I try to look stylish going to dance clubs or bars, to impress the chicks. I try to look nice when going out to eat with the family or going to Christmas mass, to make my mom happy. Bottom line, I never dress up for the purpose of me feeling good about myself.
Then, on the way home, we started talking jobs where you have to where ties and such, and I said I like the fact that I can wear whatever I want to work. Austin says he enjoys the fact that he has to dress up for work. And the whole can of worms was opened once again.
Today I didn't do much, bought some liquor for Christmas gifts, and that's about all.
Thought of the Day: Does my obsession with women cause me not to be able to 'get' one, or does the fact that I can't 'get' a woman cause my obsession?
Quote of the Day: "Chubby Checker and the Fat Boys, are doing the twist," That dude from Bare Naked Ladies sang that on "I Love the 80's: Strikes Back" and it's been in my head for months.
Sunday I didn't do much. Watch the Vikes lose to the Bears, which was humorous. I played poker that night. I think I lost a buck, but I came back from being down like 5, so I was happy. Monday I did nothing, Tuesday I did nothing. Yesterday I went out with Austin, Matt, and one of Matt's friends. We went to a bar with some awful live music, then to Best Buy, Barnes and Noble, and the Burnsville Mall. I mentioned my hatred for Nordstrom's again, (even though that's in the Mall of America), and Austin noted that he liked Nordstrom's. He said it made him feel classy. Well, this a sure fire way to get me to rant. I basically ended with saying that if I walk into a store and feel underdressed, there's a problem. Austin says, "Well, yeah if I was wearing this into Nordstrom's, I'd feel underdressed. But I'd never wear this while shopping," This opened a whole new can of worms. Dressing up to go shopping is stupid, period. I don't care what anybody says. Of course, upon further debate, I realized Austin likes dressing up because it makes him feel good. Well this is a somewhat foreign idea to me. I've never dressed up and felt any better about myself than when I'm wearing what I like to call, 'comfortable clothes'. I feel exactly the same. Now there's an exception, in social situations I do feel better looking nice, but this is solely due to the fact that I feel other people think I look nice. Naturally I'm going to feel better looking nice when I'm talking to an attractive girl than if I'm a slob. That's because I want her to think I'm attractive, and if I wearing nice cloths, than I think I have a better chance of her thinking I'm attractive. It all comes down to this, for me. I don’t dress up for myself; I dress up to impress other people, period. I wear a suit and tie to an interview, to impress the interviewer. I try to look nice on a date, to impress the girl. I try to look stylish going to dance clubs or bars, to impress the chicks. I try to look nice when going out to eat with the family or going to Christmas mass, to make my mom happy. Bottom line, I never dress up for the purpose of me feeling good about myself.
Then, on the way home, we started talking jobs where you have to where ties and such, and I said I like the fact that I can wear whatever I want to work. Austin says he enjoys the fact that he has to dress up for work. And the whole can of worms was opened once again.
Today I didn't do much, bought some liquor for Christmas gifts, and that's about all.
Thought of the Day: Does my obsession with women cause me not to be able to 'get' one, or does the fact that I can't 'get' a woman cause my obsession?
Quote of the Day: "Chubby Checker and the Fat Boys, are doing the twist," That dude from Bare Naked Ladies sang that on "I Love the 80's: Strikes Back" and it's been in my head for months.