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So the last couple months I’ve had this hunger, no, that isn’t it, more like an itch. It starts in the back of your head, slowly pokes at your heart, climbs up to your brain, sparks at the most inopportune moments, smiles at you on a bad day, gives you a forlorn glance on a good day, keeps you warm in your daydreams, lifts you up with the feel of something new, and eventually becomes a welcome friend that monopolizes your free time.

What am I talking about? I think I want to move out of Boston… again.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this, doubtful the move will happen, very doubtful, but then again, nothing is really holding me back either. Honestly, right now, I would completely love to just go to some random country where I didn’t know anybody, get an amazing place, an even better job, a very select few close friends, and just… be.

I think I’m just being selfish again. Maybe I just feel sorry for all the books on my shelf that I still need to read or the movies I have yet to remove from their shrink wrap. It isn’t time or solitude I’m yearning for, but more a feeling of electricity, to be running toward a finishing line, to know that my life is no longer a series of opportune chances.

Here’s hoping a lightening bolt points me in the right direction or at the very least, hits me in the arse and pushes me toward a goal, for better or worse.

I guess I’ll wait for the catalyst. But then again, life doesn’t work for people who wait, nobody wins the lottery without buying a ticket. Or I may not have to move at all…

“The voyage of discovery is not in looking for new landscapes, but in looking with new eyes.”
-Anonymous

I woke up out of breath around 5am this morning. Why? I had turned to get on my side while sleeping… it effing hurt. After I calmed down a little, I took about a minute and half to get out of bed ever so gently, grabbed two pills of ibuprofen, and gulped them down with some water (I am extremely grateful to my strange need to always have some water available on my desk nearby).

Woke up again around 9am, I guess the ibuprofen wore off. I’m not a fan of ingesting medicine (call it a fear of building up a tolerance, same reason I try not to ingest much caffeine) so I haven’t taken any more. I probably will, because just standing up is a huge effort. Maybe just one pill if it gets too bad.

Gawd, I feel like an old man.

Needless to say my trip today is canceled. I feel bad because I was supposed to give two of my friends a ride to NY too, they now have to make other arrangements, most likely Greyhound or the Fung Wah.

I’m going to be spending the entire long weekend in front of the TV, a book, or the monitor, which is fine by me.

Maybe I’ll ring up some of my doctor friends for some free medical advice. Do you think that’s rude? They’re friends right, they wouldn’t care. Hell, I ping Letters all the time for legal advice, he doesn’t give a shit (do you Letters?). Ironic since my sister is a lawyer. I know I wouldn’t care if people called me up for any Bioinformatics or Computer Science questions, I sure as hell know I average about one free consultation a week from my friends about tech advice.

Ow.

I’ve been sleeping weird or something, since Tuesday my neck and back have been killing me. I don’t know why, my pillows and my sleeping style haven’t really changed. I haven’t run in a couple days cause I’ve been a bit busy, but that shouldn’t matter, skipping a run never hurt this bad.

So the pain has gotten exponentially worse. Today I can’t even look up or turn my neck horizontally without my torso following it. Think it’s worse now than it was this morning. Help me Jobu!

It’s going to suck tomorrow. Going out of town for a day, driving 8 hours will definitely be torture (4 hours each way). At least I’ll have an amazingly lazy Sunday and Monday (go Memorial Day, score!) to just sleep all day, read books, watch movies, and order out.

Got my fingers crossed that my neck doesn’t pooch it to me.

I believe in self-fulfillment, always have. If you expect something to happen, it will happen. Placebos work on this principle, so being raised by human parents has had this effect on me, I have successfully fulfilled my fear of even-numbered years. 2008, you are a model example of why I hate your division by 2 sans remainder, congratulations, you are currently placed #1, right after 2006.

Right now I’m just holding out for Memorial Day weekend, I don’t care if I don’t end up going to the Sasquatch Music Festival, the hell with all the money I’ve already spent on tickets and the hotel, I’ve already told my work I’m taking a couple weeks off and I don’t care, I just want out, anywhere. If Washington doesn’t work, then Texas, or Canada, or the UK, I’ve got friends I could force to show me around in those places.

Other than that I must say that I really do have friends who I never want to lose, they’re always around to bug me to keep me happy and distracted, not to mention my family. My younger sister came to visit for her spring break. Everybody did all this, no questions asked.

Today is February 25th, the day the Sasquatch! Music Festival is supposedly announcing their lineup. So far I’m creaming my pants…

Modest Mouse, The Cure, Death Cab For Cutie, The Flaming Lips, M.I.A., Built To Spill, Flight Of The Conchords, The New Pornographers, The National, Okkervil River, Battles and the list goes on to around 55 bands (still many unconfirmed and the more bands are being leaked out today, R.E.M. is in there too, but I could take em or leave em).

If you know me, you know I’m planning on taking a week or two off this summer and just going somewhere (which reminds me, I still have to check on the Running of the Bulls). A music festival was always on the list, especially since I had much fun with Matty at Music Midtown back in twenty-ought-5. This year’s European festival list was looking quite sub-par, for the Isle of Wight Festival anyway, ironically being the strongest lineup of last year. The Reading and Leeds Festivals have yet to announce their lineup for 2008 though, but it’s been confirmed that all three headliners will be American… so why go to the UK for that?

The Bonnaroo Music Festival and the Coachella Festival had some good ones, but Sasquatch really does them one better.

Only counting the bands I want to see (or know about) and the ones not overlapping with Sasquatch:

Bonnaroo has Pearl Jam, Iron & Wine, Ben Folds, and Mastodon. Pearl Jam is amazing live and I would love to see them again, but combined with the other three performers, I just don’t get pushed over the edge, sorry Bonnaroo.

Coachella has Architecture In Helsinki, Portishead, and Animal Collective… wow, I’m either really ignorant on new music (probable actually, I’m a complete poseur) or their line up sucks. Architecture In Helsinki are fun to see though, give them a shot if you’re ever around em.

Sasquatch, you will be mine, I will find the center in you, I will chew it up and leave. Now to wait for the Austin City Limits Music Festival lineup…

Update: Deeds complained… yes, she was at Music Midtown too and it was fun. Happy?

Went with a few friends after lunch today and grabbed us some Slurpees. The freaking machine was mislabeled and got some coconut punch Slurpee thing that looked exactly like the Coca Cola flavor, whatever though, it wasn’t that bad, wasn’t coke though alas.

Forgot to mention that they didn’t even have the 40oz cone shaped tops for the Slurpee cups either, had to ask for em… another pain at the local 7-11.

I’m going to write them a slightly stern letter and then I shall be the one with the last laugh, oh yes, comeuppance. I still need to go to Winnipeg, Manitoba (The Slurpee Capital of the World) one of these days and Slurpee it up with the locals, it’s on my list of things to do before I die… or get horribly injured… or horribly lazy.

I’m going all the way with this lazy Sunday adventure, the goal? Put a dent in my couch the exact size and shape of my body. So far it looks like I’ll be victorious. I’m too lazy to even get to my PC so I’ll just write from my cell.

I’m always starving so I turn to Food Network as usual. What do I get to see? Some lady talking about a food getaway in Vancouver, Giada’s Weekend Getaways. At least now I have a short list of places to eat at when I visit Vancouver, whenever that will be, but it will be, I promise it.

The first place Giada visited was Lumiere where I NEED to get the butternut squash risotto and some sort of New Zealand-ish kiwi drink. After which I can reenact the scene from Temple of Doom on the world’s longest suspension bridge, preferably while making a fool of myself in front of others.

I was surprised to realize that I actually wanted to dine at an Indian restaurant, Vij’s. The food here wasn’t authentic Indian food and I know my food from the East. The food was how non-Indian food would be prepared if made with Indian ingredients, very enticing to the palette.

If I ever wake up for brunch then I’ll be heading to The Sandbar for some of their brown sugar covered West Coast salmon laced with soy sauce.

I really gotta stop watching Food Network when hungry.