Did anyone else see the musical episode of That 70s Show?



I have only this to say:



Dear Mandy Moore,



Your boyfriend is a raging homosexual.



Love, T.J.

Read the following essay introduction:



Can we survive without technology? That is a question that everyone thinks about at one point in time. Most people in this world would say no. Some of us would say yes and the rest of us would not know.



You probably think it was written by a precious little 6th grader, but in fact, the author is a fully grown college student. Her name is Gloria and she is, indeed, a glorious sight to behold. This tragic yet beautiful creature meandered into my life last summer. I was visiting LA on my way across the country with Candice and we stopped in Downey, CA to hangout in Gloria's phat pad. Candice and Gloria roomed together at the illustrious Cal State Hayward for a year. It was at this world-renowned institution that Gloria composed her famous essays, which landed her Fs every time. The best part is that instead of taking the classes over and writing new essays, Gloria would hand the same ones in. She was very organized, you see, and always saved her garbage. Needless to say, she ended up leaving the open-admissions school 9In Candice's defense, she was there for a year on an exchange - it was the only Bay Area school in the program. If you squint your eyes and stuff cotton into your eyes, it's just like going to Berkeley).



Oh, Gloria. Bitch may be dumb, but she is funny as hell. "Oh HELLZ no, Candice!"

Great. The one day I decide to bring my discman to the tennis courts, I fucking leave it there. What a ridiculous weekend.

Do you think computers and the Internet have made people less able to deal with confrontation? Or even expression at all? It seems to me like there are just so many little games - is that the age we live in or the age I am? Internet or the 20s?



I guess I just think people are lame. And as long as we are communicating indirectly more often than directly, people will become even more pathetic.

16 under par, baby.

By the way, I just scored 4 under par on my fourth try. Boo-ya!

This is my favorite thing EVER.



Internet mini golf. [Via The Daily Blah]

Say hi.

I love Felicity. I really do. I love the characters, I love the moody lighting. I loved this weeks sort-of finale. But one thing: people can't just sign up to take classes at Stanford. Felicity just decides to go. Ben just hits the Registrar to sign up for med school. Hello?!



But the episode really was great. I didn't tear up like I normally do during the Real World finales, but I was close.

Oh yeah. Vignette.org has been around for three years. My journal/personal site has been online about 8 months longer than that.



I remember when I was in my first year of journalling there was a webring for people who had been at it for more than a year - that was the big marker of a successful site.

Just had my second fall on a tennis court. The first was fine - I was down very low, having just hit a wicked cross-court forehand, when I went backwards slightly and hit my butt. This time, though, I was hitting a very high, ugly backhand and tripped over my feet and fell on my knees. Wearing shorts. Painful.



Oh well. Much pride.

Hmmm. I wish the person from Time Inc. and TV Guide who reads my site would give me a job! Pretty please. Are you a writer? Receptionist? CEO? It would be tres funny if the CEO of some gargantuan corporate giant visited my web site. Yeah.



Speaking of corporate giants, have you checked out out Asian Diversity Magazine? It's da bomb, da flava. Also, check out my much-hyped interview with MTV's SuChin Pak.

Oh my God, I look like Yasmine Bleeth's mug shot. I have some gross scar on my nose, a strange bump below my mouth and now I cut myself right between the eyes trying to move a lamp into my new room (phantom roommate is finally gone).



Jesus!

Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?

Tomorrow is teejaymas 2002. I will be 22.



Oy vey.

So, within the past two weeks I met a guy who has traveled extensively throughout Mexico, Candice suggested a summer trip to Guadalajara and I discovered the journal of a former high school classmate who spent a semester in Salamanca, Spain. All of this has made me obsessed with the idea of studying or working in Spain. The idea of finding a paid internship is ideal and I literally yelped when I found a program that sends people to Spain (not Costa Rica, Nicaragua, but Spain), where they live in a private room with a host family and teach the whole family English in exchange for free room and board. Perfection!



Then I read that it's for females only. How completely, insanely, repugnantly disgusting.

TJ doesn't fart. Farting and burping is a particular talent of Ben's, though, as anyone who's spent more than an hour with him can attest to.

TJ is so old, he farts dust.

My Uncle is in town on business and last night he scored some Giants baseball tickets. It was very cool - typical ending with Barry Bonds winning the game in the bottom of the 9th. But there was one really depressing moment. I looked over to the video screen and saw that the next guy at bat was born in 1978. "Wow, that guy'a a youngin," I said. He must be young, I thought, because I was born in 80 and surely I am young. But then I realized I'll be 22 on Monday. I am not young. I am not 18. What the fuck happened?

So, five years after his death, Biggie's family is suing the entire city of LA. What? Very fishy. Maybe there isn't enough studio material to hawk more posthumous albums a la Tupac.

Oh hell no! I forgot about Felicity!!!!!!! Wah!!!!!!!!

People who put their SAT score in their resume are seriously lame. And coming from me, who loves asking all friends what their score is (well, what's yours?), that's saying something.

Also, currently feeling sick. Typical congestion. Why does a head cold make light singing sound so much better? Belting is a bit of a problem, but softer, lower singing, and even some high stuff sounds so much better than normal. That episode of "Friends" with Phoebe and her sexy new sick voice is true.

Oh my. Currently in love with John Mayer. Definition of dorky cute.



"Why would you want to trade in what you really want to do for what the odds are in favor of?"

According to Michael Musto, one of the more legit gossip columnists, Madonna may be interviewing Britney Spears for InStyle Magazine. I wonder if this will be like the rumored duet.

Ben's and my wedding gift for my mom and Earl. AnnAndEarl.com

Whaddyaknow, she *can* sing live. During an interview for a British Madonna documentary, someone asked Britney Spears to sing a little Madonna a cappella. She sang a bit of "Like a Prayer."

Last night, after five or six drinks, Ben talked me into jumping on stage to dance with Jenny and him by promising to buy me a rug I've had my eye on at Ikea. Well, being the materialistic whore I am, I finally relented and as I was climbing up, my old, comfy, favorite grey pants ripped from the zipper, down the crotch, all the way to my knee. After a couple of minutes I told Ben and Jenny, who cracked up. The stranger next to us noticed, laughed hysterically and ... within seconds, produced a camera! Bastard.



At least I have my rug.

I just heard that workers at the WTC site are ready to finish up work. Didn't the early reports estimate it would take more than a year for the clean up?



Ben and I went downtown to the WTC when we visited NYC last month. It was dark and rainy and depressing. I had forgotten how big those buildings were. While standing near the old church, looking at the massive cranes and spotlights, it struck me that it sort of looked like they were just building some huge new mall or something. A quick glance at the hundreds of posters, flags and notes on the church fence tells you otherwise.

Newsweek's cover story is an interesting profile on Bill Clinton that hits a bunch of different subjects, from reactions to the scandals of his final days as president to his home life (which I must say interests me. That marriage is an odd one) The story has a decidedly pro-Clinton stance, but as a staunch Clinton supporter, I find a lot of its points worth bringing up.



- According to recent U.S. Census stats, the much hearalded Reagan boom lifted 50,000 children out of poverty, the Clinton boom did the same for 4.1 million.



- Last month news broke that the eight-year, $73 million Whitewater investigation turned up no evidence of criminal wrongdoing by the Clintons. I had heard this but forgot about it.



- Clinton has not been heard criticizing Bush, but he does remind people how his team tried repeatedly to kill Osama bin Laden, foiled at least a half-dozen terrorist attacks in the United States and more than tripled the antiterrorism budget of the FBI and other agencies. In fact, it was the GOP that blocked his anti-money-laundering legislation (aimed at Al Qaeda), not to mention stopping his efforts to rein in the book-cooking accountants later responsible for Enron.



- Some members of Congress still echo Bush’s 2000 Campaign charge that Clinton “hollowed out” today’s military, the very same military (built and trained in the Clinton years) that has performed so well in the war against terrorism.



It was sort of breezy for a in-depth piece about such a newsworthy guy. We'll just have to wait for his book, for which he'll earn $12 million. It'll be out in fall of 2003.

God bless America.



First, children go to school deathly afraid that they won't make it home because of "depressed" kids pulling out machien guns and now children have to fear their own insaniac mothers. How a mother could kill her child is beyond me.



The older I get, the more I realize that, despite coming from a divorced family and moving around a lot, I had a pretty choice childhood. I had a mother who wasn't a lunatic and went to schools that were safe. How remarkable.



Oh, and on a completely different subject, that word insaniac might not be a TJ invention, but I thought of it last night as I was standing in line at the Red Vic to see Sixteen Candles on the big screen (so fun!). I called someone an insane maniac. Insaniac. It's perfect! Have you ever heard it before? I hadn't.

CABLE MODEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



So fast. Praise Jesus.