Intended to be posted 10:34 pm last night:

"Okay, I'm saving this blog on the computer since blogger is being quite a bitch right now.

First off... I had no idea that QT from MTV's 2gether died. Although it's almost been a month since he did pass away, I just now got wind of it. I guess I was too worked up with finals that week to give a damn. But now... hindsight is great, letting you see what you should have done, yet then you can't change anything that you've done. I know I hold no obligation, but I still can't help but feel sick and hollow inside for not hearing about it. I feel too damn shallow, a sense heightened by this sad-sob "I didn't know" entry I'm putting up. But hey, I am, by nature, contradictory so I'm just being me... I guess.

While I'm still on this guilt trip into "deepness", Tim made some rather interesting comments in his journal entry. First, his mullings over how a friendship survives a crisis is all too familiar to me. It just takes one day, one bad morning or too much sugar to say or do something stupid that breaks off a good friendship. But then, isn't that in itself a test of devotion? Wouldn't a good friend understand when you have bad days, and your annoying quirks are forgiven? Or, perhaps on that particular day, they hadn't started on the right foot either and the duality of both parties being unusual stubborn... and I have confused myself, thus losing all credibility in the process. -_-

As for the "lip thing", I can see the attractive power of one's lips, or any part of a body for that matter. Sometimes, I glance at someone and a facial feature, a instant of their voice heard, the movement of their strides, and I'm in love. But then, I see the same person again and that same particular magic moment is non-existant. Why are aesthetic experience so transient? I'm beginning to see how some artists became disillusioned with canvas and paint and any other means of artistic expression. But, then how do those select few artists stay in the public eye for so long? How could Salvador Dali survive the hell of last century's first half to stay fresh in everyone's mind till this current time? Where did Picasso get the stamina to stay in the public eye for so long? I'm amazed how my life lacks the luster of these select few.

As for the hardwood floor thingy in Vegas... people must be jealous since I have a lot of it in my house. But personally, I prefer actual marble tile, like in The Venetian.

Watching Aerosmith's Making the Video... Love the fact that they're still doing stuff, and the video is beautiful.

Well, signing off for the night... technically anyway."