I am testing out this ping.fm stuffs. How does everyone else like it?

Internet fatigue isn't really a fatigue. It has turned into a full blown "I don't give a shit; I'm too busy." However, I recently started using Plurk and I'm not sure what the appeal is yet. It's like Twitter, but has the ability to have mini chatrooms and to gain karma points. The more you use it, the more points you get. I like level-ing, so we'll see how long it'll be before I get bored.
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Oh, Cancun. Nothing of note to report. The wedding was on the beach and on the nicest day we had there (it was overcast on other days). I decided to test myself and failed. Snorkeling sounded like a good idea; I had never gone before and it was practically free at the resort. The bobbing of the boat made me feel pretty queasy and once I was in the water, I just got thrashed around from the waves.

I tried to Keep Things Under Control, but finally gave in and vomited while I was bopping around the water. No one saw me, I think, and I just kept swimming. Some other woman threw up over the side of the boat on the ride back, so I felt slightly better about my spewing.

Oh, I did see a nurse shark (about 4 or 5 feet in length), a turtle, and a barracuda. Others saw a sting ray, but I was probably busy trying not vom.
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I, of course, have a million photos to share, so if you're too lazy to go look at my Flickr yourself, I'll be posting my favorites later. I'll also do a private post on how I feel about my job.

I've been at my new job for about 3 weeks and, so far, I'm liking it. The whole 8 to 5 thing is killing me a little bit, because I often go to sleep around 2 in the morning. What is the new job? I handle the legal stuffs and things at a debt collection agency.

Oh, and I have a new car as well! No pictures of my bright blue Honda Fit, but I'm sure you guys know how to use Google.

I think my lust for the internet is finally fading; after 13 years of constant, grueling obsession, I'm no longer shackled to my laptop. It's so strange, and I often feel like I'm cheating on the internet with real life. I suppose my priorities have changed and the whole waking up thing really cramps my style. I pretty much go to work, clean, do laundry, sleep, and eat dinner with Eric.

I still Flickr and read my LJ friend page, but beyond that I don't do much else. I am thinking of quitting Twitter or, at the very least, cutting down my list of people I follow to people I actually see once a week. This is all so confusing, much like puberty. All these questions are popping up. How will I know what's going if I don't read my feeds? How many internet memes will pass me by? How will I know about new cool (web 2.0) things before the masses?

Now for a photo dump.
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I've had a paid account for a very long time. Today it expired and I'm not even sure what I'm missing out on, except the ability to post polls (which I do like). Oh internet, it's been such a long time...

Super busy with the new job. I'll hopefully post more informative posts soon about that and life in general, but I need to get back to work.

Hmm, to pay or not to pay.

PS
I still read my friends page!

Three songs are stuck in my head today: Talking Head's "This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)," Pet Shop Boys' "Love Comes Quickly," and Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams." I am remedying the situation by listening them to repeat until I feel satiated.

I finally stole photos off Chris' camera to post to Flickr. Lots and lots of post processing when it comes to pictures taken on a point and shoot; I think I went a little hogwild with the curves, but I've always been one for lots of contrast in my photos.

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Now, I go off to suffer from my allergies.

I'm too impulsive.

Over the years, I've struggled with taming this beast, but I'm not sure if I'm any better at being more cautious. Perhaps, just more aware. I really like analyzing myself (how accurate I am, who knows); and I've noticed that what I perceive as my faults, I tend to be attracted to the opposite in the people I date.

For example, I've been called hyper and sometimes intense (what this means, I know not), so I am attracted to guys who are mellow and low-key. I think if I ever dated anyone as hyper as me, I'd feed off that energy and my person would implode (don't want to leave a mess).

This is just a excerpt of the mental masturbation that floats through my head everyday. I'll be driving or showering (prime Jessica thinking times) and something will pop into my head that I want to share, but it will never get to LJ because the shiny, spontaneity of it will pass after 2 minutes.

I've tried keeping a notebook to jot down LJ entry ideas but I find that I am much more eloquent in the moment.

I find myself to be strange at times. Hmm.
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At at the Goog with Noah last Thursday. Cupcakes, nom nom.


There were bidets in the restrooms. The Ultimate in Ur Urination Experience!


Neat art at Barefoot right now. I really like the vibrant colors, the facial expressions, and the Klimt-like backgrounds.

http://www.laceybryantartist.com/

Been moody. This shirt cheers me up. Can you believe I have friends that have never seen the Big Lebowski? They have a get out of jail free card because they were home-schooled.


Emo did an illustration of me from a photo Scott took of me when I turned 24.


I was cold. Andy put this hat on me. I was warmer.

Saturday, I saw Black Kids, Cut Copy, and Simian Mobile Disco. I'm not going to go into a long review since you guys weren't there and couldn't possibly fathom the sheer awesomeness of it all. But yeah, it was good. SF crowds are usually "too cool for school" and stand there nodding their heads to the beat. Barely alive.

At this show, everyone was dancing and jumping around. There was collective dancey consciousness or something. I went with Scott and all his old raver moves came out and made me laugh all night long. His hypothesis is that all the douchey hipsters were at Coachella so they weren't at the show to be "oh, dancing and showing enthusiasm is so passe."

Sunday, Chris and I went to Half Moon Bay and we found a beach with tide pools. I had fun but I think I have problems with relaxation. It was a beautiful day. Blue skies, no clouds, warm weather. I'm sitting on the beach, drinking a beer and eating granola, but all I could think about was all the laundry I had to do, blah blah. I ended up reading my book which made me feel less like a hobo.

I JUST CAN'T RELAX.
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Oh, I bought new books.

Bobos In Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There by David Brooks

Technopoly: The Surrender of Culture to Technology by Neil Postman

Don't Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never- Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems by David Rakoff

The Paradox of Choice: Why More Is Less by Barry Schwrtz
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I found this at the Japanese supermarket. It's pertty much a Kit Kat knock-off, but green tea flavored. An acquired taste, but I liked it.


Party photos rock. Not. This is from Eric's 27th birthday and I have no idea what I'm doing with my face. Maybe this is why I usually hide it?


I really like Lowry's Irish Coffee House on Julian. This is their barista, Andrew, who is very nice and doesn't like having his photo taken.


A breakfast croissant.


A breakfast croissant going down the hatch.

Lots.

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Nothing going on in my life, lots going on in my head. Lots and lots. I talked on the phone to my friend, Stacy, for two hours today; I can't remember the last time I had such a long phone call.

I'm still camera-less and had the money to buy a new one. Instead, I paid some bills. Grr at myself for being responsible! I should have just bought it and lived off instant noodles for the next month.

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I am going public, again, I suppose. My life is too boring to hide behind locked posts anyway.

poule_avion linked to this NY Times article on love and taking literary tastes too seriously. I found it rather amusing, since I used to struggle with not judging people by what books they like to read.

The next batch of photos are sorta Jess-centric, sorry. I'm actually considering not buying the Canon 40D now because it would be financially irresponsible. However, this will leave me camera-less and I'm not sure if I can go on in this world without a SLR. I have a Holga and a Polaroid, but it's just not the same. SADFACE.

Andy is in Amsterdam. I have his hat.


Miles went to Crema with me so we could caffinate and laptop.


He took this icky photo of me, but look at that pretty, green wall behind me!


I had too much Newcastle and Jack Daniels. I'm not sure what Chris' excuse is for that face, though.


I also suck at darts when drunk. Or sober. Their poor wall is probably hole-ridden now.


It needs to stop being so chilly, although I do love my hoodies and arm warmers.


I've been listening to a lot of Jets to Brazil/Jawbreaker lately. This makes me warm and fuzzy inside, but I'm not sure why. Perhaps nostalgia? Nostalgia for when, I'm not sure.

Jets to Brazil's Perfecting Loneliness is a great song and album. The album has been on constant repeat, and I haven't been able to listen to anything else but Black Kids in preparation for seeing them with Cut Copy next month.

Zero to heaven in seven.
A lifetime. A nanosecond.
All the sand in your glass is going by so fast.
The radio is playing our tune.
I love it, could you turn it down?

Trying to proselytize to Chris about Barefoot. Nom nom nom coffees.