*//we.are.aiming.for.the.worst.and.it.will.not.be.that.bad.*

Well, it's finally time for an update (though i've had sparse amounts of time, and i've been wanting to not update). here's the short of what happened this past week:
I did well on my finals early last week, getting around those trixy little professors. As finals wrapped up, I got pulled over twice in the same night for having a tail light out This was because the police depts. were beefing up patrols as finals parties (such as "fuck friday finals") were wrapping down, and i just kept getting caught. But it was a good night, being able to see the midnight showing of "cowboy bebop: the movie". I love the style of the art in bebop movies (such as the gun being really large and in front of the wielder's head), and i think i'll be visiting the Arcata minor theater more often. But anyway, the next day was awesome. As I tried to get my light bulb fixed, Paul, Ben, and Erin came to the rescue! We figured out that there were secret hairpins holding the lights in (unlike what the mechanic's manual says -- i swear that manuals for cars are useless) and we also experienced the joy of breaking both the tail/brake and reverse lights AND getting quoted the wrong type of light bulb from the parts store. (we got ripped off for the light bulbs, too. I spent 2.50 on a pair of light bulbs at kragen. (as compared to 2.50 a light bulb at arcata auto sports)) but we got it all fixed, and all was good.
Later that night(which, might i add, consisted of One Hell of a Storm!) me, Paul and Erin went to a Eureka party to see my brother play. I had forgotten why I hate Eureka parties. We had a guy come up to us, yelling, "When the next song starts, Hit as many people as you can in the face!" when the next song started, he began to hit people in the face. After a couple of smackings, the enraged mob of people picked him up and threw him outside (into the bitch-ass storm!) and that was the end of that. My bro's gear is LOUD, and my left ear went out on me (of course i was, like, the only person covering his ears, though the band had earplugs). Me, paul and erin left before the gig ended (most parties suck) and formed the We-Haven't-been-together-for-a-year-so-let's-play-late-for-old-times-sake party. we stayed up till 5 in the morning playing random video games, and it was good (i think the peak of the party was when the news broke out that saddam had been captured). However, we all got sick in the end from it, due to us being in that wicked storm too much and staying up later than usual (all of us stayed up past the 24 hour mark). Paul and Erin got sick rapidly, while my symptoms have been worsening (culminating to a peak of crappiness about 5 hours ago).
On Monday, Erin visited me (while sick) and we went to St. Vincent's to look at a desk/exec chair/jackets (i had seen them earlier in the day) all of them were gone by the end of the day, sadly. But we did get to poke lots of fun at the stuff around (and had some cool anime fashion ideas, such as an 18th century overcoat with the arms sawed off, like a tank top). Later, I spent time studying and watching 3 movies. It was very yummy.
Tuesday was bittersweet. Tuesday was Return of the king night (midnight showing). However, I spent the first part of the day making plans for the next week. Later, I was supposed to go help my brother get his gear together, but he rescinded his request, and i found myself with freetime, which i put to good use christmas shopping with megan. Originally, I was planning on taking Jamie to Return of the King, but because of my brother i was unable to do so, though i was willing to deny my brother my help, since he asked for it so late and i had already made plans. However, it is my suspicion that Jamie felt snubbed out with the previous debacles, and just decided, "fuck it, i'm not going to spend any of my RotK experience with Darrel". Now i need to backtrack to the debacles! (isn't this flowing? remember, i'm sick). Previously, I had made plans to go see RotK with Jamie. But i screwed up and was unable to get a ticket to the big main theater, sufficing only the smaller one. However, I got two tickets and asked her if she would be interested in going for the smaller one. But she declined! Why on Earth? Seriously, you can't notice any better quality after a certain point (i can attest to this with my really nice speakers) but i digress. Anyway, I decided to invite megan to the movie since i had a free ticket. This didn't go over very well with Jamie, since she's jealous of her. But I was trying to get rid of this free ticket, since I knew of no one else who'd wanted it. (end of the previous debacles). So, now everything appears to be in turmoil with jamie and me , since it seems like she links one event to everything else. Oh well, things will get better eventually. All things relationship return back to the status quo if you give enough time.
Anyway, when me and Megan got to the movie, I found many of my friends in my particular theater. this really cool geek guy from GNU games popped up when we were all seated and declared that we should all get 30 seconds of fame since we had enough time to do so. It was really cool. On top of chatting to quite a few friends and people i haven't seen in a while (but enjoy the company of) I bumped into -again- this guy from Jamie's upward bound. Distinctive features: piercings. I keep thinking his name is Justin but i'm sure that's not right. I'll just have to ask Jamie his name. I have a feeling i'll bump into him yet again... (cuz i keep doing so. Something's going to happen. I know it) All in all, the movie was awesome, Me, meg, justin(?), Greg, Greg's wife, Don, Eran...(list goes on) had a good time. Surely a movie that met the hype.
This morning was terrible. I had to wake up after 2 hours of sleep (RotK made me stay up till 5. I feel like i'm in the military, with the amount of sleep i keep getting) to go to breakfast club to surrender el presidente. Some would say that there was a massive riot going on due to the vacuum of power at the breakfast club, but i was dependable enough to bring the riot police along with our beloved leader to our meeting before it was over. However, I was so sickly this morning that I kept fantasizing about hall's menthol cough drops for breakfast (and those always make my stomach queezy, especially if i haven't eaten). So i went to the store, bought some, and went home to sleep, missing my surfing and almost everything else. I've been so sick that Evan's girlfriend described me as "putting depression to shame". Though i was just in a vegetative state of nonthinking, just making it through. I did get introduced to Hey Juan's! (a cheap but not in cheap in quality mexican short order place), got my video card mailed out, and got to see "spirited away". Watching spirited away was probably one of the most painful things i've done in a while, because i was so sick i wanted to sleep, but was determined to finish it so i could return my videos on time. Now i'm done seeing it, and good riddance! (it was a good movie, though i thought the hype sorrounding miyazaki in the behind the scenes part was too much). Then, I went to sleep.
When i woke up, i learned from Evan, online, that Greg, my cart pushing companion, had just quit winco all of a sudden and was flying to the land down under today! (i had gotten a page by the company to work yesterday, but i was too sick to bother returning the call). Later, i got an email from him announcing his departure. Personally, I think he should not have worked in carts from the start, because he has a family to raise, as well as marketable skills, and i'm happy/sad to see him leave. That guy is probably the hardest worker I have known and I wish him best of luck. And, of course, i'll be keeping in touch with him.

Everything2 is back up. Go blow your mind again, for ol' times sake.

I keep having this feeling as though I need to go to Utah soon. It feels like it is my destiny to return, though i'm sure i'll experience oppression, as i've been influenced heavily by the lax people of california. But I when i think of moving there, i get good feelings that reassure me. I need to do this soon before i lose all funding from my father and become poor again, although i'm probably going to be poor when i'm going to school. Either way it sucks.
I'm so sick of being poor. I just got out of it! Now my father keeps threatening to swing me back in. He places scary ass demands on me and, when i finally meet them, he feels as though he's justified in making me more "independent", and retracts more money to support me. I wish he understood the sacrifices i make to accomodate him. God I hate people lately. They're so difficult (not just him, but most people it seems).
BLAH BLAH BLAH. I'm tired and sick. I'll post more of my thoughts some other day. At least we're current!

I want to return to my geekhood, now that i found my manhood.