I saw Le Nozze di Figaro Ossia la Folle Giornata tonight. (The Italian opera by Mozart ... The Marriage of Figaro.) I loved it!
I went with Amy and we had Taj Mahal Indian food for dinner. Delicious! She took me to her "non-profit" *scoff* coffee house bullshit christian fest for a cup of coffee ... filled with a bunch of hardcore jesus lovers with piercings, tats, and bibles. Check it out: they get these sucker christian kids to volunteer to work the place for free, they sell a shit ton of coffee for really high prices ... and it's owned by two guys who "don't get profit." Riiight. Anyway, I made her pay because I don't support that kind of shit. Enough ranting!
I went with the Canon digital camera (SD 600). I couldn't bring myself to buy a quality digital camera from the SAME company that sells $10 watches and $3 calculators. Fuck Casio. It would have looked "cooler" ... but that's like buying a damn Apple computer so you can make "cool videos" (i.e., use their shitty ass annoying template to make the SAME video as everybody else who owns an Apple). Anyway, Canon's been around the block, so I trust them for my digital photography needs.
Haha I'm really not in a bad mood tonight! I'm in a great mood... and I'm coming off all pissy because of the angst in this entry.
Sooo let's see ... I'm talking online to this way-hot girl Heather. She just asked me to take her out the night after her 21st birthday in April. I'm such a hot commodity, she has to book me 2 months in advance! Damn! I'm going to cook her a pasta dinner sometime, or something.
Tomorrow, my friend Amanda is coming up from Denver for a booty call. She's pretending like it's not one. "I'm going to be in town and I need a place to stay, can I come over around 8 p.m. on Saturday and take off around 10 Sunday morning? We can watch a movie or whatever..." Hahaha, I see right through you, Amanda! Buuut, that's cool with me!
I've started letting people call dibs on the stuff I own for when I move to China. I feel bad for my stuff, but I guess it's better than getting thrown away, eh!
Ok, time to watch the Sopranos and hit the hay so I can be well rested for my slightly-obvious booty call tomorrow night. (w00t!) Maybe I can play racquetball tomorrow, too!