chill, mah baybehs! (quote by Paul)

well... the classic situation has been encountered again. Here I am blogging when I should be going to sleep! All of this, I do for YOU! Yes, YOU! Who are you? (Nice to meet you. I'm Darrel).
After derailing my life the past 2 weeks, I am struggling to get everything back together. My mind is still reeling, and I'm not sure how I feel. That's ok. I just fell for a girl and then caught myself before anything serious happened. Yeah, the person was Meghanraye. I really don't feel interested in girls, even Meghanraye, but that all changes when i talk to her. I swear it must be a sort of trance that grips me, for i start to just want to stay with her when i'm with her. When i leave her presence, I don't feel so good for a while, but that feeling goes away quick. Then I am ambivalent until I see her again. What i'm noticing is that this happened to me with Jamie, though the feelings were magnified a bajillion billion-fold, and I didn't not care about her after i stopped seeing her for a while, unlike now. However, back then I was a hopeless romantic dork *-sigh-*. Anyway, I am also noticing that I'm really dedicating time to Meghanraye, and I shouldn't. We're just friends, and if I hook up with her I will undergo the 3 MONTH RELATIONSHIP OF DEATH/DESTRUCTION that is her trademark (she doesn't really care for relationships. Just people to *ahem* "hang out" with). I find that I have a problem of dedicating my life to someone else, when i should be dedicating my life to myself. It's definitely not healthy.
Speaking of having a relationship with Meghanraye, although i'm receding my feelings for her, she's intensifying hers. She is now going to have me "hold her hand" or do whatever she needs me to do when she gets her nipples pierced (yeah, you heard me),and wants to go to Rocky Horror on her birthday, (did I mention that she is demanding I join her?). On top of that, she's trying to get me to join her in a venture to get Paul Chamberlain to go to tip top club on his 18th birthday (I don't think i'm game for that. I don't care for tip top club at all (interesting fact: did you know that most all the females there have kids?))
Oh, for Rocky Horror, i shot myself in the foot. I thought it would be enough for me to just go to Rocky Horror, but she wants to dress up! So, when I was talking to Evan about dress options, I stupidly shouted out "Michael Jackson!" as a dress topic, and he was sold. He got the idea that I would be Michael Jackson and Meghanraye would be a schoolgirl. (I should backtrack. Read next paragraph for the Real Michael Jackson saga)
Originally I was called Michael Bolton by Meghanraye because of my hair doing crazy funky stuff. However, every time Meghanraye would punch me I would exclaim "Ow!" in a most perfect Michael Jackson tone. This led to me becoming Michael Jackson (no, I don't molest children, though I do love to tuck them in at night. It's sweet to see them all tucked in like that). It caught on at work like wildfire. Now, Meghanraye always comes back to tease me about being Michael Jackson, going so far as to be my spokesperson! with the crowning moment, Rocky Horror, on the horizon, I'll never live this one down (though I do move and start all over frequently (not lately though). So technically I can live it down)
I should mention that right now I'm just typing whatever comes to mind in no particular order, since I'm really tired and not quite here at the moment. The cart hawk broke today(the day before the superbowl--busy) and I was forced to pull carts in by hand (we had true cart wars today. There were 3 of us out there putting carts in). I should mention that my attitude has changed dramatically towards working harder. In the olden times (READ: the first time I worked at WinCo) I would have said that today was a terrible, horrible day. Boo hoo. However, whenever the hawk breaks down, and i have to bust butt, I feel great. Granted, it tires me out badly, but I feel like I improve myself when adversity strikes.
Which brings me back to the derailing. Lately, i've been consolidating my gains of physical strength, but only because work forces me to pull carts by hand. I haven't been going to planet health like i should, and i'm still trying to get myself to spend time studying (I stopped ever since I started hanging out with Meghanraye). Fortunately, I haven't missed out on anything yet, though if i don't shape up... I'll have to ship out.

I should mention right now that it's been two hours since i typed that last sentence, and now I'm SUPER TIRED. As follows is the short of things.

I'm still working on getting the money together to forge that cleaver. Taxes on my car, needs for new clothes, school tuition, and car insurance premiums have all taken their toll on my paycheck. SOON!
DSL will soon be mine. When the modem arrives in the mail. Booyaah.
I should also mention that i'm moving to McKinleyville. There's a 5 bedroom house that's being offered up at a steal of 1000$ a month, but only because my dad saved the owner's life. I'll be happy to get out of this crappy 2 bedroom shit hole and into a real house, though i got to generate the discipline to work out on my own, since planet health will be too far away for me to get to very often.
Me and sensei have been watching movies together. Old movies. Sometimes I want to write scripts because of these old movies. Me and Erin Wiedner are going to watch some more on Thursday at sensei's. I bring Erin along so that I avoid any "scenes" with my japanese teacher, who i must mention likes me very much. I've been pushing sensei -- hard -- to start up the private japanese lessons, and hopefully we get it all in full swing by the 3rd sunday of February.

I should also mention that i have two new routines that i follow: jazz at muddy waters on Thursdays and Midnight matinees on Fridays. The time strain continues....

Did I also mention that I'm getting DDR Ultramix next paycheck with heavy duty pads? The DSL will allow me to play other players online as well as download music/rip songs to my hard drive. Karaoke and DDR will never be the same at my house! The middle of the street!

I know I should talk about my birthday and school and such, but i'm tired. I have written enough as it is. You will survive. Be strong.

We just joined the civil hair patrol!

D.