my roommate and i have now lived in the same apartment for about fice and a half years. in that time, we’ve probably seen something like 10 neighbors move in and out of the apartments surrounding us. but the spot that seems to move the most is the apartment directly below us. i don’t know why, but man, that place keeps rotating tennants.

i’m positive it isn’t us. it can’t be us, right?

yeah, that’s what i keep telling myself.

i got an email today from one of the guys that i play volleyball with today. in the email he asked me if i was going to be playing in a summer tournament, and if so if we could play together.

one of the things that i really try to stress when playing volleyball is that this is about having fun. sure, there’s a competitiveness to the sport, but there’s just nothing more important than enjoying what you do.

in past seasons where i’ve been the captain of the team, i’ve been very concerned about whether or not the team was having fun. and so when i was asked to be captain this season, i had some reservations at first about it. but it seems to have worked out really well and i think i’ve made a few new friends in the process.

but i think it is a huge compliment to be asked to play on a team with someone else. i bet the guy doesn’t realize it, but it warms the heart.

i was playing volleyball the other night and there was this girl sitting on the sidelines that looked very familiar. inbetween points, i’d glance over at her and she’d sort of look back with what seemed like a reciprocal recognition. finally, in the middle of the game i realized where i had remembered her from and what her name was.

after the games, i went up to her and said:

me: hi. do i know you from somewhere?
her: uhhh, no, i don’t think so.
me: is your name Angel?
her: nope.
me: oh. i’m sorry. it’s just that you look like this Angel that i know.

immediately after that all her friends were like “ooooooh!” i had then realized what i had said and then blurted out “oh no! that’s not what i meant!”

man, if only i were that smooth intentionally…

i was talking to a friend the other day and we were talking about love, hope, and where one draws the line between holding out for true love and getting realistic and making compromises. i guess all through the years, i still cling on to the hope that i will find my true love. i guess a big part of me still wants to believe that i can have it all. it’s a scary thought to think that i’ve been on the dating circuit now for close to 15 years and i still haven’t gotten it right, but i’m not sure what it is that has kept this hope alive.

my friend asked me if i knew exactly what i was looking for. was i too picky? was i asking for too much? i told my friend that i don’t think that i’m being too picky, but if i happen to meet a fun, cute, pearl tea-loving, volleyball playing, photography enthusiast, i wouldn’t complain.

but then i got to thinking about how similar i really would like my significant other to be. i wouldn’t consider the pearl tea thing a must, but it’s awfully nice seeing how much of it i consume, anyway. as for the volleyball playing or photography…i don’t know, those are my interests and though i think that i would enjoy sharing that part of my life with my significant other, i wonder about how it would be like if i dated someone who was big into those things. too similar might be kind of boring. i think having a nice balance of the two is probably ideal.

i know that i do not deal well with women who are difficult. well, does anyone really say that they want someone who is difficult? probably not. but i think that with women who have very strong personalities and are overbearing, i don’t think that i would tolerate too much of an attitude thrown at me. it’s a bit of a turn off.

but anyway, the reason i bring all of this up is because i’ve come to realize that volleyball has taken up 4 of the 7 nights of my week. i think that it may just be getting a little excessive! i need to tone it down a little and find some other interests. what they may be, i’m not sure.

sometimes i feel like i’ve lost the ability to make conversation. i think that i had honed my skills back in college where i would spend countless nights up late just talking. i guess that’s part of the whole college experience. but i felt like i had many more engaging conversations then compared to that of now.

i’ve lost that skill. the art of conversation is amazing because for those who have it, you will never be bored. you can make anyone, anywhere an event.

i think it’s time to bone up on my conversation skills.

i have this voice activated light switch in my room. it’s like the clapper, but instead of clapping, it’s voice activated and it is also a dimmer switch.

the way you activate it is by saying “computer”, wait for the beep and then tell it either “low”, “medium”, “high”, “off”, or “on”. i have caught myself a few times now in public places shouting out, “computer!” and then expecting to hear a beep. when i don’t hear the beep, i realize that i’m not in my room and i must semm really, really weird that i just shouted “computer!” with no apparent reason.

oops.

i have always enjoyed pizza hut’s pizzas. i like their crunchy crusts, the thick crusts and the great balance of sauce and toppings. i was hungry last night and i went to order a pizza, but i checked the web site to see what i should order. they have coupons online!

this was like a gold mine for me. i never remember to save the mailers so i always end up missing a coupon. but now, you can get a pizza hut coupon anytime you want. it shaved the price from $19 to $13. pretty good deal for a large combo.

i think it’s hilarious that you can order pizza from pizza hut while playing everquest 2. man, what will they think of next?

how do you do
-roxette

I see you comb your hair
and gimme that grin.
It’s making me spin now,
spinnin’ within.
Before I melt like snow,
I say Hello
How do you do!

I love the way you undress now.
Baby begin.
Do your caress, honey, my heart’s in a mess.
I love your blue-eyed voice,
like Tiny Tim shines thru.
How do you do!
Well, here we are crackin’ jokes in the corner of our mouths
and I feel like I’m laughing in a dream.
If I was young I could wait outside your school
cos your face is like the cover of a magazine.

How do you do,
do you do,
the things that you do.
No one I know could ever keep up with you.
How do you do!
Did it ever make sense to you to say Bye
Bye Bye?

I see you in that chair with perfect skin.
Well, how have you been, baby, livin’ in sin?
Hey, I gotta know,
did you say Hello
How do you do?
Well, here we are spending time in the louder part of town
and it feels like everything’s surreal.
When I get old I will wait outside your house
cos your hands have got the power meant to heal.

How do you do…

me: i’ll have a razzmatazz, no bananas, sub blueberries, with a vita-boost, please.
cashier: ok, razzmatazz, no bananas, sub blueberries. and what’s your name?
me: josiah.
cashier: what?
me: josiah.
cashier: how do you spell that?
me: uhhh.. J-O-S-I-A-uhhh…H?
cashier: that’s a pretty name.
me: thanks!

i never had anyone ask me how to spell it before. i almost got caught with my fake name. why wouldn’t you know how to spell your own name? good question!

if you know me as josiah, jonathan, stuart, bob, or george, you must work in the food industry because the only times i use those names to refer to myself is when i have to leave a name with an order.

if you know me as roger wilco, wilco42, or wilco, you must know me only online.

if you know me as michael, you must be a family member.

if you know me as jackal or willy, you must know me from a MUD.

if you know me as tatanka, you are a cruel high school friend of mine.

if you know me as tadashi, you must be miho.

if you know me as tamago, you must be annie.

if you know me as mike, we’ve probably met.

if you know me as mike t., you must know my other friend mike c.

if you know me as tanaka, you must be a co-worker or in the company of mike c.

if you know me as tiger tanaka, you must be either adam or randy.

if you know me as that “hot, sexy dude”, i might want to know you.