Never been a huge Apple guy nor a visualization guy... but this new Magnetosphere is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen... it's out in iTunes today.
I guess I haven't really use this to blog in a while. So I hardly ever forget my wallet... I think I've done it once before today in Vegas.. and a few other times while at SCU. One time where I was wearing nothing but a towel freshman year in Campisi... I never made that mistake again while showering. So today I forgot my wallet twice in one day. Last night we went to shoot around in basketball (by shoot around we mean play knockout which I sucked at), and I drive my dad's car on weekends and nights usually since my mom takes mine for work so I stored my wallet in the center console. I rushed inside to wash my hands (playing outdoors makes your hands black) and note to grab my wallet when I'm done... next morning I still hadn't visit my dad's car to grab my wallet, but he leaves about 2 hours before me for work. My wallet has my driver's license (obviously), my ATM card (obviously), and my friend's gym ID (not so obvious). So without it I wouldn't be able to drive to work (legally), eat lunch (legally), or get into the gym after work which I was looking forward to since it means I get to avoid traffic. Luckily my sister graduated (and hence has nothing better to do), so she went to my dad's work, had to deal with security to get access to the garage, and even managed to get my dad out of work just to bring me my wallet so I could drive, eat, and gym it. Then she brings me a smoothie for breakfast. How awesome is that? Forget my wallet and get free smoothies.Anyway, after work I go to the gym and I see my sister trying to park at the same time. I call her and talk her into holding my keys while I run (I guess family is a convincing reason to do such things). I stash my wallet in my center console, go run. I drive home, shower, eat. My mom leaves for work in my car... I watch Wedding Crashers on HBO. Did anyone notice they eat a ton of cake in the beginning? It made me in the mood for ice cream, but I left my wallet in my car. So my sister drove me to Albertson's and got me ice cream. So forget my wallet and get free ice cream.Totally seperate topic.. notice that lack of transition between those paragraphs. I've been trying to run a lot more lately. Today marks the straight 5th day... which is probably double what I've ran in the last 4 years. I bought myself the Nike+ set/system/get up (whatever you want to call it) a couple months ago... but I barely used it in 2 months. But the fact that my pants no longer fit me has motivated me to run harder. I seriously have to suck in my gut hard to get them on. And one time while I was at the work urinal, I was putting my pants back on... but then the button snapped after I put them back on and fell into urinal full of my urine... so I guess I was getting a new button (but don't worry, my big ass stomach still kept my pants up even without the button). Anyway, my results are nothing to brag about, but nike gives you the option to share your results, and I think it's really neat, so I just have to put it up. I swear if there was some sort of widget that showed all of my faults, but looked pretty, I'd still put it up here.I could blog about work, but I signed something saying I can't blog about work. So that's all you'll get from me. Although they never said anything about IMs... but will what I tell you really surprise you?
So I had this weird conversation the other day... someone calls my cell phone looking for my dad... I don't want my dad's name out on the internet (even though it probably is), so we'll call him Dan... this whole conversation takes place in Vietnamese, which probably makes the conversation because my Vietnamese is horrible. So this lady calls:
Lady: Dan? Me: No, this is the son of Dan. Lady: Who is son of Dan? Me: I am Lam. Lady: Who is Lam? Me: The Son of Dan. Lady: Who is son of Dan? (to the background: Does Dan have a kid?) Me: I am, Lam. Lady: Why do you have his phone? Me: This isn't his phone, it's mine. Lady: And who are you? Me: I am son of Dan. Lady: Who is son of Dan? Me: Lam Lady: Oh nevermind.
She calls back and talks in English and still doesn't understand that my dad has a kid name Lam, which is me...
