I Might Be Moving To Montana Soon

Ok. I'm NOT really moving to montana. But I am moving to a nice farmhouse-ey place soon. It feels like a real home, much like my Aunt Barbara's old house... but I should save that for a different time.
Anyway, my computer is all packed up, so this will be the last time I blog for the next week (don't expect anything new you's people! Um, why don't you all have a nice little discussion in one of the comment postings while I'm away?)

Erin, the address is 1941 Sutter Rd. I won't be there till Saturday, but... yeah.

Some lady and her 7 kids (AND an unknown amount of pot-growers) used to live at the house. (why is it that I live in houses that were previously occupied by drug dealers and crazies? Of course, these are only the opinions of all the landlord's i've lived under) It's been raided many times. The landlord has alzheimers, so he was taken advantage of pretty badly... Until now.
Some people have been helping him take care of his land. They're good, honest people, and were able to evict the lady+kids+unknown amount of people.

There's a nice garage there, and lots of room. I can get my forge on! And maybe have a small LAN party soon...

Anyway, I have lots of other small chit-chat pieces, but I have GOT to get done with reading my school material. School's almost over, so my time is constrained pretty badly.

When I come back, I'd like to have a word with you on:
the word phantom
the idea about personal facial expressions being one of the hardest things to manipulate correctly
the idea that not talking to people can yield the worst sort of hatred
and
um, the meaning of life, the universe, and everything in it (42! Whoops, that was meant for next posting)

Most of these I was thinking about in the parking lot (urban desert) that I work in, and I merely want to remember to write about them later after putting a little bit of thought into them.

Gots to go!

LOOK EOUT!-Arnold Schwarzenegger, whenever something bad is going to happen in one of his movies. I scream this at work, in Ahnold fashion, when cars are pulling out and they don't see me
D.

*ATTENTION:* MIDNIGHT MATINEE WITH DON HERTZFELDT!!!

Yes, A film by Mike Judge (Beavis and Butthead, King of the Hill) and Don Hetzfeldt of rejected fame is going to be showing at the minor theater! Rejected is an independant film that uses funny, "rejected" cartoons to show the difficulty that cartoonists face to make a living. This is something I cannot miss!

Anyway, I had a big blog to post last night about all kinds of people I've been getting to know (some i've known for 2 years but never spent a lot of time talking to), but my cats (in their infinite cat slyness) hit the power button on the surge protector! OOOH!!!

I've figured out why I have been having a hard time motivating myself to do anything lately. Spring fever, just like every year, has hit me once again. I guess I should just enjoy it, since I'm loading up the classes next semester. It's the right time to go to the beach for surfing greatness!

Oh, and don't let me forget to mention that good barbers are hard to find. After having disasters (like the guy who thought my hair would look good spiked), I found the perfect barber back in December. But, he just left for hawaii for 3 weeks followed by 6 months of Italy (he's this old Italian dude), and so I won't be able to do business with him for a while. His filler is some guy who like to spice up hair styles a bit (like most young barbers). My hair is back to ilk.
All's I want is a conservative, short haircut that doesn't look like a toupee. Am I asking for too much?

Anyway, my posts have been short lately, though I'd like to write a bigger one today. Unfortunantly, I have to go clean since I'm getting ready for moving. So, I better skeedaddle. Toodle-oo!

Silly Hats ONLY!-Don't ask me who these guys are
D.

subservient chicken

I don't understand what I have found... but I like what I see! The subservient chicken seems to be a marketing scheme by burger king to try to get you to try their chicken crap. I don't know how long it will be up, but, while it's still up, order the chicken to do something!
Hee hee hee!

Anyway, the headache is still pounding my head, though it's not as bad as yesterday.
I think I may pull through, sire!

Since school's almost over ( -> lots of homework), and I'm too far away from home, I don't think I'll get the photos submitted till late tonight/tomorrow morning (It might be even longer if I have to disassemble the computer in the early stages of the moving process). Erin, You should swing on by for a photo shoot. (call Paul and Ben. Maybe we'll play X-Box or something for once, though I doubt it)

*and with that, our lone hero rides off to the hallway of the Learning Resource Center, charging himself with the task of slowly scratching away at the concrete wall named knowledge. But what will he do with the rubble? Will he turn the chunks of raw material into lego building blocks? Will his design be pretty? Stay tuned!*

Your stupid little opinion has been noted - Some guy on the radio
D.

Week begins anew: Lather, Rinse, Repeat

Oog. I just had a meal fit for a king for only 3 bucks, and I think I over-ate. I probably won't be hungry till late tomorrow, as usual...

My arm has a nice ol' bruise across it. Still, the glasses and flip-flops were well worth it. It was a BEAUTIFUL clear day today, and the sunglasses kept me from squinting, while the flip-flops allowed me to gloat to all who had to be inside of the building, by reminding them of what kind of weather is outside (I've turned into a real drama queen).
I've had a real narshty headache today teamed up with tiredness: I'm quitting caffeine!(again)!!
House of pain: my way.

For all of you who don't know (which should be about everybody) I'm moving my stuff out/cleaning on Tuesday and Wednesday. My deadline for moving is Saturday. I don't know how long I'll be offline, but it may be a while before I get my account settled with the phone company (I may have DSL location problems. We'll see) Hopefully it doesn't take too long.

Speaking of times on the computer, most people should know now that I don't blog until it's in the evening (california time). I have too much school/work/errands/fun to do during the day, and I like to post what happened at the end. The primary exceptions to this is on Mondays and Wednesdays...

And now, Back to your Primary Attraction!

Me and Richard are getting into the big guns of japanese lessonry: reading books with hundreds of kanji. This is going to be a pain! But I'm almost proficient enough with japanese to, say, watch an anime in japanese without much problem (of course I haven't seen an anime in a long time. I'll have to try it!)

School's almost over!

Class selection is coming up. I'll be first in line to sign up for all the classes that will get me into med school, yessir!

(I'm really tired (mentally mainly) from the caffeine withdrawals. Not too much meat to chew on tonight. Try again! (In fact I don't really want to write. But I blog! For you! Actually I can't make up my mind. I sort of want to blog... so tired.))

Remind me to talk about my brother and his guitar... (if i don't reread this blog... which i know i will!)

yeah!

Kibo once sabotaged "Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood" by hijacking the trolley to Cuba.
D.

Ow...

Today was just gorgeous! The store wasn't busy today, so I had a lot of time to reminisce... today seemed like the first day of summer. It reminded me of when I started my job 2 years back, back when I was too young to get a job that could pay better... I feel like I've grown out of this job now, but just remembering... paying for anything except food and gas... living in a house that I really cared about... seeing the fog come up the hill to the house... the refreshing trickle of summer rain... all the four wheelers and motorcycles... me and my brother modding fireworks (tanks with flowers in particular)... driving wherever I wanted, and taking my friends for rides since no one else had a license... A car I beat up left and right (not on purpose, but I had a lot of fun beating up that car)... A LAN party with the most clustering of friends I've ever had (I've been to bigger LAN parties, but I didn't know anyone at those)
I want to get a big LAN party going this summer. We'll need a log cabin or Hall or something this time around. Might cost too much, though if we can get enough people... but what of the mess? I just don't want to get screwed over. Oh well. I'm still working on it
Anyway, today was a great time to reminisce. However, when it got dark, LOOK OUT! I had to take on a shoplifter. I was getting carts in when I saw security and head personnel chasing a guy who was quickly approaching me. I repeatedly thought, "Oh shit!", Cuz I knew I had to do something.
I was always great at defense in soccer. People had a hard time getting around me.
But this wasn't soccer. Problem was, I had soccer reactions. When I went for this guy's legs, he threw the stolen good, a bottle of vodka, at me and hit my arm in two places. Stung like a bee. I reacted like a player who just stopped a ball from being in someone elses' posession, and stopped confronting him (I could have taken him down even with the pain, but
1) I don't like catching people, especially if we get our stuff back. I would rather have people learn their lessons a different way if it's possible (I'm sure there's some cases where it isn't)
2) I didn't want to get hurt really bad. You never know what kind of attacks may come. I'm NOT security!
). We found the thrown vodka, and determined it was in sellable condition.

I saw the look in that guy's face. He was just a kid. He was really scared. He probably would've been happy just to get out there with his skin only. I think he learned his lesson not only because he was being chased and banned from the store
but also because...

I GOT HIS GLASSES AND SHOES.

That's right, his flip flops (high quality too. Textured for comfort. Did he steal them?) and sunglasses are mine. They both fit. In fact, I was going to buy a pair of really nice sunglasses, but these sunglasses look good on me (I have never found a pair of sunglasses that looked good on me before. My eyes are a powerful asset, and when they're covered I look much worse. Not ugly, but just... not great). The head of the store was going to throw them away, but I took them. I don't need the flip flops, but they'll make a great addition.

2 bruises for flip flops and sunglasses is not a bad deal.

Just one step better than finding a radio that intercepts TV, and a Michael Bolton T-shirt.

the things we find in the parking lot...
(reminds me of the cremated ashes of some guy named Mike that we found. That was a weird one)

Anyway, I have to sleep for work and japanese lessons...

"I'm the King of Fat!""Oh yeah? Well I want to be a plump Mary!"

Booyahh

Mainly just posting to remember the above link.

I think I'll have a GMail account soon.

Other than that, yeah. Time to do dishes.

We are the future!

Death of a teacher

Way back on Sunday, me and Richard were talking about the death of a teacher. Not that he's dead in the physical sense, but dead when it comes to teaching.
Jon Pedicino, the astronomy teacher of CR, used to be this really upbeat, funny teacher. When I undertook his astronomy class during the summer semester of 2002, I'd always look forward to his class. I'd spend time just thinking of physical possibilities, no matter how insane, to submit to him. He was a new teacher to CR, but seemed to be very comfortable in the environment he was in.
But, over time, he has changed. Maybe it's because of him having to teach and grade 6 classes of 90 students a day, 4 days a week. Maybe it's because he's been having children and making large purchases. I don't know. What I do know is that he has changed. When I took his meteorology class, he would spend large amounts of time either talking about global warming, or on some concept we had already covered a long time ago. It made the class rather difficult to stay awake in. What's more, he didn't make funny jokes anymore. I also would sit in on his astronomy class, just to listen to news or hear something interesting (I love astronomy enough to hear the same thing over and over for hours! Heh...). I noticed that his curriculum had changed. He didn't crack funny, insightful jokes anymore, and he repeated stuff taught many classes ago, just like in meteorology.
He's overdoing it.
I have always asked people I know who are taking his class to give a critique of him. I have friends who, this semester, are currently taking his astronomy class. I ask them what they think of it all, and the answers I have gotten show a downward trend in opinions of him.
That bothers me since he was the kind of guy who loves astronomy as much as I do (if not more).
Me and Richard were talking about teaching, and how the administration tries to screw teachers out of money. Richard told me that he makes $60/hr teaching, but is not in a full tenured position, so he really only makes about $240/week. He considers himself lucky, since most teachers get ripped off with pay of (I think it was) $20/hr. Not quite enough to live on if you teach a few classes, which is probably why we have a higher turnover of new teachers around this area. So, Jon is probably working hard to achieve higher pay, and Richard tells me it's probably paying off, but it's coming at a price of performance.
I guess it just goes to show that, no matter how passionate you are on your subject, there's factors that can suck you dry, leaving you an empty husk to blow away in the wind.
Personally, I still think he's a cool teacher and I hope that he rebounds one semester. When he cuts back on teaching some day...

Switching gears here:
The other day, me and Evan were arguing about Linux. Evan recently jumped off the M$ bandwagon to use linux only, and he had some gripes about it.
He argues that linux will never be truly popular because you need to know all about the commands to use and the terminology. He also argues that an OS should be like a car, whereby you don't need to know how it works in order to use it.
I argued that the power of linux comes from all of that. It's what makes linux better. Personally, I like to have control over all the commands and things, even if it takes time to learn. I applied the "You wouldn't want a car with its hood welded shut, do you?" attack, and then immediately switched over to black box functions in programming (functions that you don't know the code for when programming, but yield a result you want when you use it). We then argued about how knowing the innards of aforementioned function wouldn't be that important to know, wouldn't alter the usage of the function, and so on and so forth.
We both had good points, of which I summarize here.
There's too much to know. Personally, I think memorizing is largely (in a sense) a waste of time, since no one can ever know everything. But, whatever is memorized should act like a tool to you. Is it necessary to have 16 hammers of the same type in your "mental toolbox"? Probably not (unless you like to throw hammers, in which case you should get even more! But I digress). So, some things should not be necessary to memorize.
But, knowing the way something works can be important in using it in ways that are not normal, as well as understanding other things related to said object. For example: a long, long time ago, I researched the iostream header file for programming. I don't remember that much anymore (like i said, it was a long, long time ago), but I remember how it would call to other devices through other header files. Hence, I learned of the existence and possibility of usage of other header files.

BUT!

Did I ever use those header files? No. Would my code have been sound if I had used them? Maybe not. What's for sure, most programmers may not know what was going on, since it would not be a normal practice.
So,
Maybe having to know linux commands and how it all works is useful to an IT operator, but not to average Joe. For me and Evan, windows should prevail, with linux being a mere novelty used primarily for fun.
That won't stop me though!
*gets out the trumpets and trombone players to play something gangster-ey*
Yes, I plan on getting a big hard drive soon!
!!!
I want to have it formatted primarily for linux (though it'll have have some FAT partitions for my large volumes *cough* of media, of which I'm running out of space for on the 80 GB drive and am tired of creating burned DVDs).
linux is fun to play around with. Windows is a pain.
I also want to get an upgraded MoBo and CPU, though i'll probably look back and say, "Well, I don't really play video games. Why did I buy that? So what if my graphics card is an 8x AGP and I only got 4x???" blah blah blah
I want today, I want tomorrow!
ten thousand tons of Ice Cream!
I think I will screeeEEEEEEAAAAAMMM!M!M!M!!M!!M!!M!!M!!!
Dagnabit and sassafras. I think blogged too much. *blinks out of the cyberdimension*

I had no shoes and I pitied myself. Then I met a man who had no feet, so I took his shoes. -- Dave Barry

Big Time

I keep debating whether I should stop blogging until I get this site overhauled. But, there's much to do. "Wait till the summer, when you're free", my mind keeps thinking. But, I want to work on it right now. Oh well...

Lots of stuff happened today, probably because I was talking to Evan all day long, and we had a lot of insightful conversation.
I should've been working rather than talking, but there were too many people allocated to the job again, nobody watches us outside (especially when the cart room has carts), and I didn't get much sleep (4 hours. Bare with this post). I notice that my productivity goes WAY DOWN When I don't get sleep, though I don't really like sleep. Maybe I should get into a physical routine again...
Sleep has always been an important factor to me. I remember times where I'd stay up for long long times on the computer, and then sleep for up to 16 hours! (of course, I had that too much sleep feeling happening)
I read a document in psychology that stated that people that sleep longer than 8 hours tend to live shorter lives. I wonder about the credibility of the document, though. (I wonder about the credibility of psychology in general sometimes. I'd believe it if B.F. Skinner said it)
I sleep 6 hours average. Times change.

Anyway!

Me and Evan talked about a wide arrangement of stuff, but one thing that stuck in my mind was how "relaxation" for me was not relaxing at all. During the 2 times when I didn't have work or school (once when I lived in Alaska/Utah, and the other last summer, when school was out) I was going nuts not having anything to do. Actually, it was probably that I might have been able to do something, but I wasn't doing anything.(If I lived on a deserted Island I don't think I'd go nuts from lack of activity). Moreso, the pain of inactivity (this sounds really weird) was so great that I work just to not have that pain come back. But I don't like to work!
Evan confessed he felt the same way. We also came to the concensus that we were both starting to burn out when it comes to homework/work but have no other option.
I think what holds me over is thinking of my work as something fun. I can twist my perception of work into something else, provided i'm not working too hard (which shatters the altered perception. Then, i don't want to do anything)
Sometimes I wonder if any other people have this same dilemma. I need to fix it somehow, though it's been 3 years and I still haven't found a solution... (maybe I need to be self sufficient first?).
I saw a guy without a shirt on doing a 360 on his skateboard at work and it looked like a lot of fun. That guy knows how to relax, I thought. If I see him again, I'll be sure to ask him questions (no i'm not afraid to ask anyone questions, even if the questions seem dumb. They mean something to me)

So, like, Anyway...
Those cheap artsy fuzzy balls (that can be had at art stores for 28 cents per 50 pack) are wonderful for cats. I was recommended them by a coworker, and now that I'm the proud owner of some, I see that I will never have to entertain my cats AGAIN. They bat them and attack them like MaD! I wonder what would happen if i threw in some catnip.

I am certain now that me and my manager just aren't compatible. This morning, one of the maintenance members accidentally forgot to leave the remote for the cart pushing machine (cart hawk) behind, and took it home. This has happened 3 times in my 1.5 years at WinCo (not a big deal). So, I tell the manager. The manager responds that the guy MUST come back to work and return the remote IMMEDIATELY.
I replied that this is an uncommon occurance and that we have 3 backup remotes, and that he will return it when he comes back to work. The manager states that if we don't take a stand now, "they'll" never learn. We have to teach "them" a lesson before they start pushing us around. I reply that that's preposterous (kindly, of course, though my body language was a little aggressive since I was tired. More on this in a minute), that the maintenance people have good intentions. But, I tell him he's the manager and if that's what he wants (blah blah)

Talk about chopping the arm off to stop the infection in the finger!

I go back to work. Later, the manager confronts me, getting really close, and asks me why I was so irritated about the whole thing. I tell him that I just didn't agree with him. He responds that the maintenance guy could wash the remote (which costs $200). Now, I really wanted to tell him that we could just call him to notify him that he had the remote so he wouldn't "wash" it (note that a $200 remote is partially $200 because it's waterproofed. We use it in the HEAVY rain for crying out loud) and he wouldn't have to come back. But, I decided I'd had my fill of reputation demotion, and held my tongue.
Usually, I'm passive aggressive in that I'll agree to something but use my body language to show disapproval. But disagreeing with this manager (who's a real jerk) looked to be rather dangerous. So, at this point I started lying to him with my body language. I wanted him to leave as soon as possible. It seemed to work

I have a policy with arguing with superiors, especially of his stature: don't(unless you have plenty of power, but even then, be prepared for the consequences. It's much easier for someone to demolish something than for someone to build (something)).
There's only two people that I know of that get me upset and argumentative. One of them is this guy (the other is my dad). I'm usually a very agreeable guy who likes to take others' ideas and run with them (more fun for me and you!), but this guy...
I think it's in my best interest to stay away from him. Because, when I strike, people's feelings get hurt (I use a lot of facts to back up my shtuff, so they can't get around it. None of this opinionated stuff. Just point out every single mistake they make in a listed fashion. It's really brutal and effective). In the end, I usually get burned more than the person I attacked, since I try and get everything square again.

Oi. Did I just digress badly? What a terrible topic to talk about! I despise of fighting, so most of you shan't ever have to worry about me.

I hope to just get a different job soon. I'm looking forward to Tuesday, when I can go job hunting again, rather than letting everything build up in me until I can't stand it anymore

One more thing about the manager. Evan went up to tell him "I told you so" with the cart shortage over easter, and how we desperately need more (a lot of carts actually broke over easter. It's getting awful). The manager replied. "Well, just wait. We'll have a 2nd cart hawk soon!" Evan said, "But 2 cart hawks isn't going to help get the room fuller!", To which the manager replied, "Well, why don't you just wish for the stars and the moon?" and left.

I swear, the manager treats me and Evan like we're sassy teenagers or something that need to be taught a lesson (though Evan's 20 (but I'm 19)). It bothers me how I get treated by him.

How about some uplifting news?
I was an usher tonight. I done good. Heh, I screwed up a little bit on getting people to their proper seating arrangements, but after a little ushering practice I figured it out and had a good time doing it. Koichiro was there.
Koichiro is Richard's aide in japanese class, as well as cotenant. He's a former travel agent, and he's really funny in an innocent sort of way.
When I was an usher, I was (jokingly) promised love ! I got none. That's ok.
I met a girl there, though. Pretty cute. Sophomore. Lots of smiling and good conversation took place.

BUT!

(I use that BUT! technique too much. But no one else uses it. It's mine!)
I don't know how to get another girlfriend (specifically with someone I know little of). I probably should ask a multitude of people on how to really get to know girls you don't know that well that you meet, but I don't know. I only want meaningful relationships but...
I'd like to try and get another girlfriend again (but at the same I don't want a girlfriend. I have a lot of important work ahead of me). Only this time, I'd like to be the leader of the whole start-a-relationship thing. I just want to figure out how to do it. It's probably easy.
This sounds so stupid. (hehehe. But I'm being honest)
Sometimes I wonder if I should be all sleazy-ish and just hit on girls. See what happens. Just have failure on my mind as the goal?

On a side note everyone still tells me that me and Meghanraye are boyfriend/girlfriend (though she's in denial). A lot of people ask me if I'm still "going out" with her. I tell them I haven't been "going out" with her. They get angry at me.
Meghanraye's friends seem to say the same sort of stuff. Charlie, one of her pseudo-friends (she calls him a sleezeball because he is always trying to get in her pants. Sometimes I think being a woman would be annoying, what with tolerating with so many sex crazed males) once threw out, "Meghanraye, you don't have to be with just Darrel, we could both be your boyfriend!" Sleezeball indeed.
*chuckles*

Meghanraye is a coworker and friend of mine. Just to define her (this sounds like I'm tooting a horn, but I don't want to do that), all the males tell me i'm lucky to be her friend, cuz she's hot (I'm more interested in a person's personality and intelligence, though looks are always a big plus)

Anyway, she gets to wondering about me when I don't call her/talk to her/plan an activity and stuff with her, so i suppose we may be unofficially in that sort of relationship.

But I don't want to be in a relationship with Meghanraye. I'm at a point in my life where everything is just volatile. She's a terrific friend and I don't want to jeapordize that. So I hope everything stays where it is at right now.

Anyway, back to the ushering.
Ross was there! Ross is this genius kid (not as genius as Paul, but quite up there) that was in my college algebra a long time ago (on a side note, I've taken college algebra 3 times. Passed it with flying colors the first, failed it the second. Passed it the third. The professor of #2 time was an *ahem* ass. only 1 person passed his class, and only cuz he liked him. Ross was in #3 time). Apparently, Ross's brother is a genius when it comes to the piano (I hope to be good at the piano some day, though I just want to be good at everything. Never gonna stop), so I saw Ross there. I hope to befriend him soon, since I waved at him and smiled at the performance...

This town is too small.

I clean house tomorrow, so the carpet cleaner can clean it even more so I can move.

Erin, why don't you download and install mozilla rather than use Internet Explorer for blogging? Might save you from a crash. Or, you could always use MS Word, which'll save it every n seconds

I like mozilla. Ooh, so tired. My head hurts. Man, this blog seems rather pessimistic and depressing. Can't win them all, i suppose.
Overrall, I'm still feeling really good about everything. NIGHT!
Right about Now. The funk soul brother. Check it out now. The funk soul brother.
D.

Look at me, i'm a goth! Gloom Gloom Gloom...

Heh... I notice that I keep steering towards ripping on goths or something. Not sure why that is... maybe

In my mind, I think blog -> goth.

I don't really hate goths. Some of them have rather interesting (and harmless) personalities. I am irritated by goth families, though. I see a few different goth families occasionally at work, and I just think to myself that the line has been crossed.

Well, I didn't forge today. The clouds were too threatening. Kevin and I shot the breeze instead. I learned all about his paganism, how he wants to take on a bear with knives made by himself... things like that.

Did you know that, during Beltane (A pagan holiday), people are supposed to screw in every room in the house? I bet my ex-girlfriend, Jamie, would've loved to have known that (she has declared herself a Wiccan (no i'm not pagan))

For those of you new to my life, I believe I should explain some of the people mentioned here. Note that i'm not mentioning the people that don't make it into the blog. If someone else does manage to get mentioned in here, I'll give a brief description of them...

Kevin is a coworker that works in produce at my workplace, WinCo (I can't wait to get out of here and into something related to my career). He's heavily into forging, and is all around a really cool guy. He's not one I spend a lot of time with, though.

Evan is a coworker and good friend of mine. I got him his job at WinCo, and hopefully I can get him a job at the hospital when I get in. He's in a tenuous situation right now concerning debt. He was Jeremiah's best friend, though I was Jeremiah's best friend.

My dad is the night supervisor of the hospital. He's a tad bit crazy and aggressive, but i've learned to get along with him. We're both set that I should get through school as fast as possible so I don't have to live under him any more (not that I lived under him that much my life. I've bounced around a LOT of people)

Erin is a good friend of mine who is working hard at getting through school, does the school newspaper, and is finding a job (If you work at McCrea motors, Erin, I WILL CONVINCE GIANT SQUID TO DEVOUR YOU!)

Paul is a good friend of mine and a wiz at physics (moreso than most anyone I know). He currently goes to HSU.

Will is a former coworker/pseudo friend of mine. He's an Emergency Medical Technician in Fresno. He has a dark side that few know about, but i'll leave that for some other day.

Jeremiah is this crazy former friend of mine. There's many stories behind him, some good, some bad (like going down Fickle Hill, a windy, tree lined road, at 90 miles per hour on a foggy night. I was the front of the car at one point. Very irresponsible of him and I'm glad I'm ok). One day I should be able to explain him.

Richard is my japanese teacher. I use sensei and Richard interchangeably. Richard is bisexual, so I have to be careful with his tendencies (which only becomes an issue when he drinks) while at the same time extracting a lot of useful knowledge from his brain. He's actually a really interesting guy, with lots of good stories to listen to (he also taught japanese to students in japan. He's part Polish and part Native American)

That's all that I can think of that are mentioned on this site
Oh, save for a few more.
Kyle is a part of my former friend group. He's recently turned into this crazy, prejudicial person. Look at his site at your own peril (I stopped looking a long time ago, but meh...)
Jamie is my ex girlfriend, and part of the aformentioned former friend group. Let bygones be bygones?
Ian is also part of the aforementioned friend group. He's a talented artist if you look. Things between me and him just didn't work.

That should pretty much finish the cast of characters for now.

Anyway... (and it's 3:22 in the morning, and I have work at 9:00 followed by japanese lessons followed by getting the house cleaned. Didn't I say I wasn't going to blog as much? I don't have a plan to replace my current actions yet. And why not??? I'm still young and able to abuse my body. Ok that's a bad excuse but...)

Will never showed up. We'll see if he shows up tomorrow (today)

I'm having a hard time not eating sugar anymore. I realize that if I don't stop the consumption, I may get diabtetes one day (i'm naturally skinny, but my family has a diabetic history...) so i think now is as good as ever to severely limit consumption. What a waste of money, anyway.

Anyway, today was pretty uneventful save for the forging and Kill Bill (oh, and payday. Can't forget about that). Terrific movie! Recommend to all, YES! You go see-see in theater! And make sure to go all the way through the credits, there's a nice pseudo-blooper at the very end that'll fix that perpetual cat/toast machine you've been working on this whole time. Yessir!

Time to sleep. I leave with a quote block that kind of appeals to my tired mind... Maybe it was because of the voice of the guy who recites it???
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Night time, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios wake up your steads,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.
D.

The Giant Squid Party: Horrifying America's enemies since 2002

I think I'm hooked on blondie right now. Stand by.

I'm really hooked on radiology now. Went in for a tour. All that high tech stuff is right up my ally (the CAT scan reminded me of calculating fractals). It's...
SO COOL!

The lady that gave me the tour was from Utah (my homeland. No, I'm not mormon thank you very much). It's strange how so many people from Utah seem to migrate to Humboldt.

Heh, I have to give my dad credit. He's right. This is a job i'd be thrilled to pieces to do. I won't stop with radiology, but I think it'll be a part of who I am in the future for the rest of my life.

There's so much to know, so many different applications. This job would open the door to all kinds of things (photography, mechanics, A SHITLOAD OF STUFF!) I could do so many different things once I'm a radiologist!

(gets behind an X-ray DEATH machine tank thingy, and rolls down the street shooting people everywhere (Ok. That's a sick scenario. But just the idea of photographing everything, applying algorithms everywhere is just exciting. It's like the fun part of calculus that few get to see))

Won't you take me to Funky Town? (I like too many types of music)

To all those who don't know yet: I'm a nerd again, though computers are my nerd specialty. Yay me.

I wrote a whole bunch of things I want to do on a piece of paper. It's much, much bigger than the last post (which was written in 2 minutes, since I had class)

It seems as though Chris hangs out with Adrienne. This is wonderful, since Chris is resident geex0r (ah. The magical boolean XOR)

KNIFE FIGHT MONKEY for VICE PRES!

Life is material; you just have to live long enough to figure out how to use it-advice to all who would write a book/direct a picture/create a story. Any writer who says their work isn't in some way autobiographical is lying through their teeth
D.

Ok. No More Mr. Nice Guy

This is just quick stuff before I go to class

I think I blog too much. I whip these suckers really quick, but...




I've noticed that I've been cutting back on my activities lately. Partially, it's due to being tired, and partially it's because I don't have much time.

BUT!

(yeah, you know I like to say "BUT!" on one line)


I was talking with Eric Anapolsky and he limits his time that he talks to people. I just don't know when to quit. I would like time to myself to do activities, and i'm feeling the rebound coming....

I'll need to blog less and talk less. Sometimes, I talk and there's no gain from it. Time to eliminate that.

Eventually I'll get tired of work work working and come back to blogging, but now...

MY PLAN.

I think I'm going to be event driven when it comes to plans. Put some more events here and there. Careful, though, because last time i did that i had everything meshing so closely that my boss couldn't work around me! With this new job (which i'm sure I'll get... though you never know) I'll have a regular schedule, so I don't have a dynamic schedule week to week, where I'm needed on a busy day and not needed on some other day.

Which is what I want.

But I need to find events to go to. I'm thinking bay area events, conventions. Not HumCrap (not all of it is crap)

And I want to know more stuff. There's the never ending japanese, as well as English, Spanish (these will be important in my life. They're like optional boosters to my resumes. Just you watch!).
I need to get used to MS Excel and powerpoint, they're probably easy to use but if i've never used them, then I don't know how to use them.
I want to learn more about photoshop.
I want to know how to fix cars (cars are such a waste of money. I've also noticed that there's some sort of mentality on the mechanics of cars. Washer here, nut there. Needless stuff. What a pain in the arse)
I want to know so much.
I'm working on being ambidextrous while in class.
I'm learning my kanji, too.

gotta go
D.

Bow to The Nerd King!

He has a slide rule sword...


he knows more pi digits than I (I've memorized 40)...



his laugh is forced and nasally...





His crown is a silicon morpheus strip (and he drinks from klein bottles, for that old-time feel)








and every time he enters the room, you MUST push your glasses up!













He's the nerd king. And he rules all nerds with that incredibly nerdy mass behind those glasses. BOW YOUR HEAD! {snort}
Why did the chicken cross the mobius stri-- uh, never mind
D.

Techno in the Metro

This picture's cool, too. Love the contrasting colors.

I want to go to the city. But I'll have to wait...

ANYWAY!

I realize that I forgot to say where it was that I applied at. It was to an admittance contractor at mad river hospital. This contractor is national, so I could move to a different city and work for them still!
Looks to be a cakewalk job. However, I'll have to allocate time for exercise, since I won't be getting any if hired (and I think I have a very good chance).

Here's a few fun stories that happened to me the past couple of days:
On Sunday, when I was very tired, a lady in a big red pickup truck (with a camper shell) flew down the road, but stopped in front of me. She rolled down her window and asked, "Have you seen a pork rib roast in one of these carts?" I replied, "No." When I said that, she immediately accelerated really quick and screamed out of her window "OH MY GOD!"
I probably would've cared except I was tired, so I didn't. Most people would've stopped pursuing right there and would've instead have said, "Well, that's life." But this psychotic soccer mom (who looked hyped on speed) barged in the door of the store, throwing the door so hard it slammed against the back real hard (that takes true effort).
Apparently this lady checked out of Meghanraye's stand, and so she went up to her and asked, "Did you do something with my Pork Rib Roast???" "No," said Meghanraye. This lady threw her hands in the air like she was about to lose it and dashed off to customer service. The people there told her they hadn't seen it, and because this lady was so crazy (C'mon. The pork rib roast probably costed $30 at the most.), Persuaded a manager to have me look at all of the carts for it. I did this slowly, since I was really tired (and I'm slow when I'm tired) When I was finished looking, I came back to customer service and shook my head like a doctor would when he's trying to tell a patient that a family member didn't make it. The lady looked like she was going to cry.

It will be a good funeral. Maybe we can invite all those goth people. You know how beautifully soccer moms mingle with goths (or how anybody (that's not a goth) mingles with goths)

That's all that I saw of that lady after that.

Yesterday, as I started my shift, I had some guy come up to me and ask where the ice cream sandwiches were. I told him that they were in the back corner of the store. He said, "Good. I'm gonna take them and eat them 6 packs of ice cream sandwiches with the paper and all in one bite. Say, are you rich?" I said No. He asked me, "Are you the greatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreat grandson of Abraham Lincoln? (I saw a guy who looked like Abe yesterday, by the way)" I said no. Then, he said that I was the grandson of some famous guy in the 19th century(I forget his name. Sorry.) and left. Later, I saw him towards the end of my shift. He exclaimed, "Get ready for the democratic primary convention!" and entered the store. As I did my work, we crossed again. This time, it was in the dairy area. He was holding a can of whipped cream. He said, "Did you know that this stuff is the best out of all these whipped creams?" "I didn't," said I. "That's right. Because this stuff is the only one that gives 100% satisfaction. The other ones try to short change you." Then, he waltzed off.

That's all I saw of that guy. He is really funny (probably crazy)... he should be a comedian.

My rating of Skechers has now been modified to state, "poser shoes". They look real good, but they can't take a beating. My skechers at work are beginning to break apart after only 1 month of labor. they look bad.
The Nike's, on the other hand, are taking a beating quite well. I only wish that Nike would make their shoes wider (they have a tendency to make a really skinny shoe).

I know I said this before, but... I have been sleeping and eating a lot lately. I must be growing. The cycle continues.

I think I should write more of what PM has told me up here, during my discussions with him, before I forget. Here goes:

If you look after your best interests, and follow them, people will follow you.
Helping someone because it will help you (and maybe how you feel about yourself) is not selfish
drugs are bad
Perception is everything (ok. He didn't tell me this one first. but I'm going into detail)
*For example: killing a poor sesame seed may not be so bad. Maybe you're freeing the sesame seed from being stuck!
*PM used soap sponges as an example. When his soap sponges would get older, he'd buy a new soap sponge and cut a corner off his older sponge (he actually has 4 soap sponges). He considered clipping a corner a "promotion", and that sponge's job duty was different (clean something nastier). It is an honor for that sponge to be cleaning something nastier, and to lose a corner.
When hardship arises, consider it a privilege to be enduring the hardship. Some people never get the chance to have a hard day pushing carts, because they don't have legs! Others may never be able to have a tough homework assignment to do. The fact that you get to do said activity should be quite a compliment.
Doing something hard lets you test yourself
The fact that you get to do a hard activity makes your life a little bit more interesting. Doing easy things doesn't yield much experience.
Failure is not a bad thing. You usually learn more from failure than from success
Your "tribal group" (which could be family and/or friends. Just the group you relate to) is important to stick up for. Even if one of them is the village idiot, they are still a part of your group. It's important not to leave them behind. They are a part of you (by being a member of your group). When they suffer, so do you.
If one of the members is enduring hard times, the other members help that member out. In this way, the group protects itself from hardship.
Try and accomplish one simple thing each day. One... simple... thing. Could be anything. But just know that you've done one thing today, so today is not a wasted day.

Imagine a company as a bucket of water. You stick your hand in the water. When you take it out, do you leave an impression?-my grandpa explaining why you should never devote yourself to a company
D.

M.I.S.S.I.O.N. C.O.M.P.L.E.T.E.

Well, I took the peeps and made a tower out of them. They went down rather quick when there were a lot of them, but as the pile got lower, people stopped caring. By this time, Erin had joined me, and so we went on a PEEP RAMPAGE. We gave peeps to counselors, administrative workers, and teachers - while they taught class! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! What a field day.

I ate so much food yesterday. Must be a growing boy. It was yummy.

I submitted my resume and application today. Knocked the people dead there with my good looks and dress. Lady immediately told me that she had two open positions. I'm sure I'll get in!

I have much to say, but I'm going to be late studying with Meghanraye at Sequioa Park.

It always seems like events that are intense are so difficult to do. Then, in hindsight, they turn out to be one of the easiest things to do. It was all in my mind!-Darrel
D.

Peeps

So I went in to WinCo to start my Morning Muffin Madness (tm), only on Mondays and Wednesdays. I go to the bakery and pick out a muffin of choice (tm), and turn aroun

HOLY SHIT
ARE THOSE PEEPS FOR
25 CENTS???!??!??!

(I should spend some more time and turn THAT into a haiku. But I don't have time. Have a test to study soon)

So I look around the shopping cart with em. I look under the shopping cart. I even dig in the shopping cart. They were all legitimately priced at 25 cents. What's more, chocolate covered marshmallow eggs were 50 cents.

I can bribe Paul with these, thought I. I can be king of the world! I could make the world a better place.

So I purchased $10 worth of peeps.

I think I'll make a pyramid out of them in the LRC hallway. Or, maybe I'll start throwing them out to the beggars of CR! In any case, I'll only give peeps to those who ask!

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!! PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHA!!!!!!

does multiple 360's while slowly falling to the ground, in some GOTH-like spinny fashion.

Time to study for my test

It Plays with the body...-Me, while whacking a dead halo player with my weapon repeatedly
D.

Not Pictured: Fat people Eating Deep Fried Candy Bars

So I woke up this morning SUPER tired. I haven't felt so tired since I started this job. I don't like the manager.

I was so tired this morning that I barely worked. I walked slowly. I had hit my limit (finally, I know I have. I was wondering if it was still there)

My manager doesn't really care. He's like a politician. He promised every department grandiose things, and he has yet to deliver. Then, he turns around and neglects. Neglect. Neglect. Neglect.

So I barely worked today (due to fatigue). Fortunantly, while the checkstands were getting hammered, the cart dept. was barely getting scratched (few people came in. The people that did come in stocked up heavily). Dezzie had overallocated, and needed someone to leave. So, I left.

But not before seeing Ian's mother.

I have reneged to talk about Ian for a long time. Before I forget my reasons, I'd like to write them down (hence a whole bunch o crap follows)

Mainly, he isn't going anywhere. Not now at least. I really need to get going with life, and (with Jamie) I was chained. Partially this was my fault. I was stuck on Jamie, and was lost, too (Love's a powerful thing). But, friends have an impact on me (I sometimes joke that I'm just a conglomerate of all my friends (as well as my friends are like onion layers. But I digress)). I knew the way out. I HAD to get away from all people that would deter me from reaching my goals and dreams; I had to get away from the psychological hole I dug.

At the time, He was swirling a bunch of friends around him, exerting a (passive aggressive) alphamale presence. I don't think he was trying to, it just turned out that way. The group of people around him started revolving around him.

Ian has an odd choice for friends. One I intensely dislike (Estelle: she's messed up), and the other I was indifferent to, even liked at one point (Kyle). Jamie fell in suit, too. I suppose there's more characters in the cast now, though I really don't know (nor care).

Anyway, to top off this grouping of friends, I was being shoved out, mainly by his group of friends (Ian's just not one to get rid of people). All my strengths had either been played out or were not valued (the bulk being not valued). How can one hold his own against that?

There were never any invitations for me to hang out or anything, specifically towards the end of my time. What's more, others were hanging out for long periods of time with him, and it seemed like I was not welcome when I decided to visit. Of course, I was too depressed and malnourished (I always slept because I was quite hungry and sad, for instance) to be in anybody's thoughts when the topic of fun came up in childrens' minds. Most of the "fun" that was being had was annoying , anyway, but just the feeling of not being welcome...
I noticed that no one was there to help me out when I had my problems. Poor Jamie this, boo hoo that, was something I heard often. I remember a few times when my thoughts and everything were genuinely requested, but I couldn't explain my dilemmas. I saw no point in talking to people about things that were beyond my control. I just needed help riding out the storm, but mainly the storm was being intensified by Jamie and her heart-string pulling. There was nothing I could do at that time. Ian didn't really hamper my storm riding, but Jamie sure did.

Lesson #1: Never mix your friends with your girlfriend

Towards the end of my time around him, Ian began to intensify the storm. It wasn't much, but when you tally the stress load exerted by my group of friends (just 3 people at the time. It was a tremendous amount of stress, too), combined with my overrall stress of life, it was the straw that broke the camels' back.
One thing that sticks out in my mind is when he wouldn't do as I told him to do during a critical moment. My sister was whacked out on what we found to be speed, pot, and alcohol, and he wouldn't stick by me. It caused a lot of trouble with my sister, because he gave her fodder to show me that I was "wrong".
He didn't support me with Jamie. I remember finding him and Kyle driving up to Jamie's house when the end of an episode of pain had just passed, and I was about to leave. What the fuck were they doing there? Obviously, he wasn't really on my side, because, judging from the expressions on their faces, and the tone of words coming from Jamie's lips, they didn't want me. I was the bad guy.

He just wasn't giving me any needed support. Worse, he was giving support to those who would do me harm. There was just this back stabbing thing going on consistently. That busts my chops.

About his group of friends: I cannot be subservant to anyone. Friendships have a lot of give and take to them, and I recognize this. But, I have too large a grouping of friends to be stuck underneath anyone. I got too much knowledge, and I work too hard to be a follower. Now, some of my friendships would be impossible if both me and the other person did not agree to remain autonomous, but the way this hole was being dug, I couldn't be autonomous. There was only a one sided mutual respect pact happening, and it was a shitty deal for me. So I broke out and left.

I won't tolerate being jerked around like that. I can't tolerate being jerked around like that. Mostly it was his friends, not him, so he didn't do much wrong.

But a man can be judged by the company he keeps.

One side note: I was drawn into this group of people with a set style and routine. I am a wildly dynamic individual. That is the way I adapt, grow, change. When I stuck to one group, I could not adapt, grow, be different. I stagnated and died. That is why I must be independant, with no alpha male bullshit.

Anyway, so I saw his mother today, and she was really kind to me. Kind of struck a small twinging chord right here in my tickah. I never came out and said to Ian, "Ian. I hate you. Your toes smell of ugly vegetables. I hope I never see your face again." I always tell people when I think it's time to split ways, so my breakup was weird. But, the way I broke up had a small side reason. I told Jamie that I wasn't his friend anymore when she wanted to arrange a getogether, so I could get the breakup plan going. I decided I didn't want to interact with him right then and there, in her room, not just to get the breakup in order but also because I didn't value him much as a friend (he was rotten).

Whenever I see Ian or his mother, they're always welcoming. They don't hate me or anything.

In the end, mainly I was just stuck being a bad guy and saw no other way out than to terminate everything before more harm was done.

Would I ever get back together with him? Mayhaps. Regetogethers have happened before in my life, and are completely possible. But would I do it? He's proven to be a faithless friend, he's linked with people I hate, and he's a real drag on my life. If I got back together with him, it would probably be a long ways down the road, if he ever broke up with those people that cause too much commotion.

On with my daily proceedings:

I went to Gonsea to try imperial chicken. Supposedly, according to Zack and Tim when I talked to them a long time ago, it is the most popular dish there. It was ok stuff, though Mongolian beef still rocks my boxing ring (was that a flutter just now? huh huh huh....)

After that, I went to Sensei's house and studied in my car (he wasn't home). I fell asleep and was awakened by sensei. I went into his house, slept (hoping that I'd be awakened when class was to start), but awoke 1.5 hours past the class start time. He decided I shouldn't do japanese today (...) ( I really need to get this show going. But I am so burned out. I don't know. I haven't really done jack today. Just total rest and relaxation for once)
I left his house when I found out that I wasn't doing any nihongo, though I found that he had stuck communist pamphlets into my japanese textbook as I drove. I don't think I'm gonna be communist right now, as I don't know where I lean. Sure, It's a liberalist lean right now, but I don't think communism in its present form works as well as capitalism right now. It certainly isn't worth the chaos that would explode from a government reoganization.

But, I realize that businesses treat me like a part in a machine. They don't care if I break or not; they'll simply replace me. Reminds me of something my grandfather said once: "Imagine that a company is like a bucket of water. You stick a clenched fist into the water. You take your hand out of the water. Did it make an impression after your hand left? That is why you should never completely devote yourself to a business"

So I came home. I played Breath of Fire 4 a while, hung out with Paul and Ben (both have been working hard) and now... I'm here.

Yeah, I lack humor today. But I'm burned out. However, this rest and relaxation is badly needed. It has given me time to reorganize my strategy, and A rebound is due soon

Good times are predicted on the weather chart (It's strange how bad times are sudden and pass by quick, but good times are predicted and last a long time)

time to go back and whittle away at the big sleep. Though I'll probably go watch more halo movies on winamp

Liars are people who have something to hide
D.

fuku yu bichi!

*NEWSFLASH* These people scare me. Bad

EEK!
AAAHHH!!!

Maybe it's cuz they're goth. Probably because they're goth.

Yep. It's because they're goth (that's SO 1992...)


I'm tired. I eat corndog and prepare for the infernal last minute easter wave of pain, cart destruction, and dentistry.

When Adversity strikes, embrace it. Turn it into an advantage that opens up possibilities. I pity a man with no scars" -me
D.

I Am Not An Atomic Playboy

Ow... today was like the 24th of December... though a tad bit busier.

I don't like my new manager.

Seriously, we advised him to get more carts, and all he replied was, "Well, if you're having problems filling the room, that means we're busy. That means we're making money"

Well, he's the one suffering the backlash of no carts in the cart room (I wonder how many people weren't served a cart. I think I care too much about this job). I don't know how many times we ran out of carts, but it was very often.

I hurt so much right now. I went and slept in my car. At least I am gaining an even better reputation as a hero in the store. In the morning, when there were very few carts, I fulfilled requests to clean the compactor, move pallets, move soda pop, swap eggs...

Though that manager, in all his piss-itude, asked me to do it like this: "Hey, when you're done getting these carts out from the back (my god, he didn't have freight get the carts ready in the morning! They were everywhere, and on a hill. It sucked from the moment I clocked in). Move the grey trash bin to the compactor and fill it up with boxes. It's a nice day, so you, cartboy, (the nerve!) should be able to get out a broom and shovel to do some hard, honest labor in this nice weather(bullshit. I am not in the military! I'm a cart pusher (*ahem* cartboy!)! I work outside already, thank you very much.)

Damn. I wish I had bought some martinelli's (ooh that sounds so good right now). Heh.

Oi. All this sounds really harsh, but I worked my tail off (so did Ray and Evan). It was kind of funny to see the asst. Manager and the manager try and weasel out of responsibility when we told them how we didn't have any carts. But they knew they were caught (I feel bad for the asst. Manager today, though. He was kicked and hit a couple of times by some lady who bounced a lot of checks (she's a felon now). The asst. manager has crone's disease and so the attack will leave him off work (and in a lot of pain) for quit a while).

On the bright side, working hard makes me look good around my coworkers, become stronger and enjoy food and sleep more. I NEED my martinelli's fix! *starts patting arm in heroine addict fashion*. Too bad I won't get any tonight.

I bowled for Kids' Sake tonight. I raised $75 total. 2nd place behind my boss, Dezzie. What's more, I bowled a 144 (with a turkey strike on the 10th frame. I needed to warm up), which was 2nd to Dezzie, too. (Me and Dezzie both confessed that we rarely break 100! I practiced once, earlier, and I have been building a technique. It's working!) I wore a top hat (and later, borrowed some rabbit ears), bowtie, dress shirt, and black pants. We guys r0xx0red in dressing, though I think the girls were more awesome looking (pink rabbits. This all reminded me of a trip to Vegas). Meh, that's just my opinion. Maybe it was the glitter that they had (I should've gotten some, being the resident geek)

In any case, we won the best dressed award, as well as some other award which i'm not sure is... yet. We got a dressed up bowling pin. Twas cool (I wish I could've had the MC's Volkswagen necklace. That would've been cooler).

So I worked down-to-the-bones hard today. I played hard, too. My coworkers that played (25 people, plus some viewers) said I was a great addition to the game.

What can I say? I'm just a social animal these days.

Of note, Will will be here on Friday. I am also going to fully apply to Mad River Hospital on Monday. Pay will be better, with opportunities for advancement. (It's in the field I'm wanting to go into)

So I said "Top and I stand just don't understand" he said "Just come, just shake it out man" I said "Ya man I just don't understand" he said "Just come, just shake it out man"...-loop forever!
D.

The Black Rabbit

Ok. So I was doing carts today, when I watched a raven hop away from me (it was attacking a cheeto's bag). Being that hellish time of the year, I immediately thought of Easter (It's as busy as Christmas at the store), and declared all ravens "black rabbits".

I think one way mirror glasses are cool. Maybe I'll have some some day.

Everyone that I've told the theft story to have been asking me why I'm not pissed off about losing my discs. I didn't use them, says I. It's the principle of money, says them. I don't really miss them, says I. You should, says them. I guess I have different principles. In any case...

I got them back (Evan... breathe a sigh of relief! Good thing I didn't tell very many people I had lost them. I felt like I was going to get them back). Tim took them to druggie apartment #2 while he was under the influence of drugs (he wanted to watch a movie), and didn't bring them back. Ben talked to him and found out. I went over there and retrieved them. Fortunantly for me, Humboldt druggies are nice people... well, most of them (not some of them in Eureka). Heh, the druggies just *love* anime, and my case had just the stuff (it seems like lowlifes that aren't going anywhere are heavy anime addicts. Why is there this correlation?).

It looks like I'm the most popular person in the apartment complex now. Good thing I'm moving soon.

One of the things that really ruined humboldt county for me was the discovery of the so called class of druggies. They're everywhere. I don't feel comfortable about it.

Got lots of Bowl for Kids sake pledges. Thanks a lot, friends and family! (though I haven't let any family in on this site). Tomorrow! (er, today!) I bowl!

Oh, and a modification on the previous posts: the love song place (where Yours Truly will be an usher) will be at the Eureka High Auditorium. NOT the Eureka theater. Sorry about that discrepancy.

I work on knives again this Friday with Kevin Knife. We discussed it after we surveyed a car crash that he participated in (he backed into a truck on accident. Heh, I tried to console him with my theft story, and he responded with a whole lot of bewilderment. Kevin values freedom above all else)

Tuesday has been (temporarily, as all things in my life) designated Meghanraye day. I surf with her on that day each week. Evan has been joining up as well. Mallory says she surfs, so we'll probably drag her in, too. (Hot surfer chicks are awesome. Kind of weird how there's two guys, two hot girls, and there's only friendship in there. But this sounds weird to an outsider of my blog. The devil is in the details. I'll have to post more on it some other time)

I have to sleep, since I have work Early in the morn. I consistently don't get enough sleep, which is not good.

Don't you know there's fire in the hole, and nothing left to burn? I'd love to run out now, there's nowhere left to turn
D.

japanese killer bullshit!

He has saved people from a burning building... exploded a man with his bare hands... taken on a missile (and won)... and he's japanese. Though no one knows his true identity, apparently he's an actor, too(See that black shadow in the picture? That's all the "official" footage we have of him). He's segata Sanshiro!

This killer badass (who eats ninja for breakfast) even has a theme song!

Ok. It's set now. Next Saturday (the 11th), at the Eureka theater, at (I believe) 7, the 30's "love songs" or something will be going. I encourage all to visit, though I bet nobody will. C'mon, you'll get to see me in one of those snazzy red vests... ok, so it won't compare to seeing me in top hat, bowtie, and other attire. Bah.

Well, I'll have fun.

Ok. Good news first. I was invited to bulk foods as a filler for others. This is a GOOD thing. A very GOOD thing. People are telling me i'm a hard worker again. I've restored my reputation. Everything's in order! (I can go to any department again. Today, I cleaned a major part of the egg area (no one told me to do it). While I didn't finish, I got a lot of that crap off; crap that had probably been on there for years. The Manager in training was pleased (I've worked under him for a long time, when he wasn't a manager in training. He's going up!))

My glasses are making me look all academic again. This should help me convince people that I'm a good person to hire/give aid to/etc., though I believe it hurts my personal advertising to girls ;p . However, I'm not concerned with girls. Gotta push forward.

I am in the process of getting papers submitted to Kaiser. When I'm accepted, I will begin my 2 year/$30,000 (at least that amount of debt) plunge, in a mad dash for a radiology degree. Have to find a job down there, too. (I'm (realistically) looking at Richmond, though Santa Rosa might happen. Time's on my side. Just gotta prep with anatomy classes)

Thinking about it, picking a degree (one of many, I'm planning) at my age is about average. Most kids graduate at 18, bum around for a year or so, and then go to college to pursue their degrees (Except at CR. A lot of people are lost there) Now, I've been in college for 2 years, sidestepping all that high school mumbo jumbo, and i'm at the right point. but anyway....

I think that in general highschool is superior to college (unless you load up hard in college) I mean, you had 7-8 hours of school every day. Now, I have to admit that there was lots of idle time in between, where the teacher just wanted you to do homework in class, and it was wasteful, but in general I may have known just a wee bit more if i had stuck in college.

BUT!

Very little of highschool stuff is college creditable (personally I think that's a shame). So, technically I have the upper hand on all of those college kids.

Neener! Neener!

Today would be considered a bad day in my life. We all have adversity sometimes, but I'm glad this didn't affect me... much

I got ANOTHER ticket today. This time at HSU. I put money in the meter, and waltzed off to find Paul and find information to do my dad's taxes (yes I'm being paid)

One 15$ Windows Professional CD (got it cheap) and some time later, (with Paul joining my party), we pass through the HSU parking lot. Heh, we saw a parking ticket on one of the trucks, so we saluted them for falling to the cause. Then, we went over to my car and found that I had fallen as well.

But, this is just an HSU parking violation. This is not a public citation. Those bastards are trying to use fear and terrorism to extort money from my pocket! I'm not gonna pay (If I have 5 tickets outstanding, I'll get my car impounded. I don't plan on having that many tickets). Paul has offered to rip it up for me. I declined. I will use this incriminating evidence in a mounting invasion against the evil school system of California.

Ok. Here's the sucky part. Tim moved yesterday, as said in previous blog. BUT! He stole my case containing my XBox games and movies. Why he did that is beyond me (probably to sell them? He doesn't have an XBox)

Fortunantly for me, I rarely play my X-Box games. And(!) most of those movies I have never seen. Why did I never view them? I just didn't care that much. I had quite a bit of anime (Tim hates anime), almost all of it I had never seen. I hadn't even seen the neon genesis Evangelion series (all the episodes burned to disc)! (On second note, a lot of my friends say they respect me because I really want to get involved with Japan, and I really don't watch anime. A lot of these people who want to go to Japan, and are hardcore anime viewers (otaku's?) get a really rude awakening when they discover that Japan is nothing like they thought it would be. Most people, Japanese and American, tell me that Japan's not as great as America is)

Fortunantly, I still have the stuff I DO use: my computer discs and playstation games. I spent 3 months (practically full time!) sorting my mp3s this round, and my playstation games I actually play (I like to be thrifty. I spend my game money on playstation games, cuz i think they're now priced at where they should be. When the XBox is obsolete, I'll be buying its' cheap games)

Evan wants to drive to Idaho to reclaim the stolen stuff. He also wants to beat up Tim while we're there. He wanted to pressure me into borrowing Rally Sport Challenge (which I would've loaned, but I wanted to jerk his chain a bit), and now he can't. He keeps telling me to take a few days off to visit Tim "for old times sake", but I'm not that kind of person.

There's at least $5,000 worth of stuff in there, but like I said, I will get Tim in other ways (harm his relationship with my brother, as well as he forgot to take some of his stuff that I know he wants).

I'm just a patient, calculating person. I'll twist his arm. It's the best way, and it will save me time and money that I don't have (ok. I have the money. I just don't like spending money)

Heh, anyway... It's 1:30! Time for sleep, since I have to be at work at 9:30, and then watch movies at 6 till past midnight (oi!)

Open Your Heart... when you can
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You open the chest. You Obtain: GLASSES

Yeah, I spent $201.36 today. I'm feelin' fine.

All you happy people should see me back in glass! (Yes, I know you're happy. Don't trifle with me! I'll make you happy, now that I possess the glasses!). I forgot that I look like some sort of stock broker, money-man kind of person. A contorsion of looks i suppose.

Erin's high on chocolate. Richard's distressed with being late to prepping for class. I'm not doing my accounting homework.

That's right, for the (first) time, I'm not doing my homework. I went all gangbusters on having fun today. Me, Richard, and Erin met at the Ritz, and had ourselves $44 in sushi (well it wasn't all sushi. My Don Buri (nihongo for bowl) was 8 bucks). I had sushi for the first time, and it was awesome (Especially since I hate fish)! We mixed up the wasabi and soy, dipped the sushi in, and WHAM-O! Eating that stuff was tasty, but was also like being on a ship out to sea on a stormy night. Wave after wave of wasabi STING(tm) smashed my airways, But I held on, don't you worry! I'm a very thrifty person (pinching pennies everywhere), but when I go somewhere new I want an EXPERIENCE! (this was more than an experience. It's now a fond memory. This one cost 21$)

Just the facts, Ma'am:
Erin had 2 Harvey Rolls and some rice. Sensei had a combo platter. I had the Don Buri (so tasty...), Rainbow dish (had 8 different fish on it), and the Magari (I think it was that. It was large cuts o' tuna). The stuff was almost like gelatin... it was great.
Sensei suggests Kyoto's next time. He said the food at the Ritz was pretty good (sensei is my sushi critic). Sensei's son, Ashley, worked at Kyoto's till around last year. Now, he works there occasionally, when Kyoto's has an emergency.

But we weren't done. We walked around, and I saw Kira again (I keep bumping into her. Oh well, I enjoy bumping into ladies (heh)) We visited the pier, seeing that Old ship that's currently docked(i forget the name of it. Oh well) We couldn't board it, because it was after hours. But it was cool to look at. Then, because the slimey-ness of the fish was making me hungry for ice cream(after all that food), we went to Bon Boniere's. Lots of grody(sic?) jokes were made (It never ceases to amaze me how big a vocabulary Richard has. The man has serious guts to say what he does, where he does (even in his classroom! If you don't like it, tough shit (yeah I ripped off one of his phrases)!)). Then, I went to the eyedoctor person thing and got me a nice pair of glasses.

Now I get to fight the insurance company for every nickel! YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY!!!!

Next up, the dentist (and my wisdom teeth!)

Oh, and a side note. I'm almost done overhauling my wardrobe. Then, no more messing with it. I will be happy.

What do you smell? Manflesh! This way! RAAAAAR!!!
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Top Coat, Top hat...

I don't worry cuz my wallet's fat... Oh, hello there and welcome to my wonderful blog! (Yeah my wallet is fat. I'm thrifty). Here, you will find only the most delightful of sensations, featuring only the most exquisite scents, tastes and sights.

DON'T LOOK NOW!

(chorus)
THE PANDAS ARE COMING!
So, hide under your bed!
THE PANDAS ARE COMING!
They'll rip your ass to shreds!
(/chorus)

I should be doing my accounting (which is supposed to be easy but LONG, according to my teacher) but I don't feel up to it at the moment. I will blog now. 9 times.

As for the top hat bit... incoming information has shown that I will be bowling with a top hat.

Come all and watch me defeat ALL OTHERS with my blood, sweat, manflesh...

Today, I will be eating at this Ritz place with sensei, Ashley (sensei's son), possibly Koichiro, and Erin. Should be awesome!

Glasses are on the way. Save my day! (my eyes badly need a break from contacts. They get puffy and sore at the end of the day, though this may be that I don't have them off of my face for a long enough period of time (I take them off, sleep 6 hours, put them back on. Yeah. Not good.)

*I~N~T~E~R~M~I~S~S~I~O~N*

...Like the shark, pandas have millions of white teeth with which they use to cut through bones, candy, and fences. An old fortune says, that if you find a discarded panda tooth, you may be able to summons Godzilla...

Later...

...What's that Blackie, hiding in an oreo factory? Could be.
This is just another chapter in the infamous tale of Panda!

(chorus)

Old movie club is building steam, without any promotion! We will probably be having Doyle (from WinCo, more on him later) and Adrienne (Evan's roommate) as regulars now. Both of them requested to participate. Both of them will like fun yup.

Doyle is also having me as an usher for his choir (not religious choir). He's singing 30's love songs this time around. I will probably fall in love with some lady out there.

PM is still somewhere out there in the cold inter-kondemptional alter egos of noncontactance. I find him some day. For now, he's the fugitive and I'm the... guy... who... um, uh... finds him. Yeah.

Tim is out. I knew he was screwed from the moment I heard that he only had 1 chance to stay with us. People with addictions just can't do it. My dad just doesn't understand.

Sometimes I think my dad is a stupid cow. He doesn't know when people are going to trick him. He doesn't know when someone's a drug addict. He can't understand or be merciful to others when they screw up.

Tim admitted he has a narcotics problem. He was a great guy. Really, he was. He didn't cause trouble. But my dad demands he leave. I think he could quit his habit. But I know better than to get in on this (thine own neck be marked if I fought). For now, I will use my dad to subsidize costs for as long as I can, whilst getting through school in MAD DASH style.

I want my top hat now. Thank you...

After dark, the pandas stalk.
Nightmare creatures, with black hearts.
Ravenous teeth that glow in the dark
feasting upon bums that sleep in the park

(chorus)

There's someone I found at work that defeats everyone else when it comes to the definition of hard worker: Maria. She's this person from freight (she's nerdy looking, sort of. She's really cool though). She goes to school, 7 to 9, then works all night in freight. I catch her sleeping sometimes.

Now that's a hard worker!

Oh, and as for Doyle... do any of you believe that a person can change who they are? That a person can be completely different from who they once were?
Doyle, a person with a shady past, is very religious now. I will never be a close friend of Doyle (especially because of age differences, religiousness, and his past), but I can tell he's a good person. He's old, too. Becoming old typically changes people. They mellow out. Doyle knows much, and as long as we're both having impersonal fun, I see nothing wrong with participating in activities that he's involved in.

Oh, and as for the fish story... while Evan came up with the joke, I egged him into it with various phrases of fishing and women ;p . Take that Erin.

In social circles, one thing is most certainly true: If you don't ask, you don't get! - Sherwin Weirsig, Accounting Teacher

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Cuz I'm a killa killa...

Well, I'm back home. I'm bleeping tired but...

I bleeping blog for all my bleeps out there from the house!

(I hate the word peeps. Ok. This is sounding too much like one of those addicted druggie people phrases. *turns the druggie speech knob down a few notches, since he's doesn't deserve to speak it (I'm against drugs)*)

Cats are so cute. I'll admit it. They're just cute. Bug and Boo (my two cats, brother and sister) like to sit in my lap and clean themselves, sleep, or watch the mouse pointer on the screen with a glint of predatory instinct in their eye. Keyboards and cats just don't mix, though. But that's not a problem when they hang out on top of the monitor, attacking the pointer with their claws...

Purr, Kitty, Purr!

I forgot to mention that I had haiku day yesterday. I was training myself so I could speak it as a normal sentence (and come up with it on the fly). I'm very sure it's quite possible to do (I came close), but I had to stop when my coworkers replied with haiku's like
stop the pain Darrel
these haikus drive me nuts
I want to kill you

I responded with the crazy lady scream (with the yip! yip!) in haiku form (don't know the crazy lady? that's too bad. She's someone who was tortured by the cart hawk when it made a beeping (yip) noise. But that's all you'll ever know (wait did I already blog about her? I don't remember))

Sweetly purrs the kitty

So much happens that can't be written here. I try to put the most important things up, but I find I don't have time. Ever since November, I have felt like I've been living in a dream. It's too bad there's too much to remember (or is there?).

Kitty attack! Yow!

I've now found a third dish that meets my criteria of cheap, and good (and i'm not sick of): biscuits (premade by poppinfresh himself (Pillsbury doughboy)) with chili with roma tomatoes and baby onions (or green onions. I LOVE green onions/baby onions). OH man... this was a good dish. Cost only 3 bucks. (not as cheap as, say a kaiser roll (20 cents) with turkey (38 cents) with mayonnaise (free), ketchup (free), mustard (free), pepper (free. Pepper is probably the best seasoning... ever), and chips (88 cents a bag. A BIG bag for many sandwiches (I wonder how many sandwiches a bag of chips can make))

Ah, cats...

This saturday night I am bowling for kids sake! I have to get pledges for this, but It's going to be AWESOME! My whole team is dressing up. I'll give a little tidbit about the costumes, but you all will have to come visit to see... You can take a guess from the stuff, but...
me and evan will be wearing a white shirt and black pants. We will both wear bowties. Can't figure out what we're gonna be yet? Neither do we. My boss is making the plan, and she's a crazy wild person (She's hot, too. But don't tell her I said that. My boss has the coolest personality, combined with really good looks). She made me try on the bowtie, and ordered me to wear white shirt/black pants. We'll see...
She said this is going to be really awesome. I'm already really excited about this (heheh).

Yeah! Come visit me that night! Everyone! Everyone!

Tomorrow (today?), me and Meghanraye are having breakfast, followed by surfing. Evan will be joining us for catching waves. Paul is too busy to come, but he'll get his. BWAHAHAHA! (after school we shall SURF)

Now to the dark news... (necessary, i'm afraid)

Tim may be moving out VERY soon (even after we obtain this 5 bedroom house). It seems like he has been coming home stoned every night, and my dad finds drugs intolerable (especially after kicking my sister out of the house not long ago. The pains of drug abuse still linger in my dad's head head). We even found a drawing of him with a needle in his arm and the text "The best pleasure in the world..." (which is not as stupid as the photos my sister took while she was smoking crack). Tim's dad warned us that (Tim) is a drug addict....

I told him about my dad's intoleration of drugs, but he didn't listen. Now he will suffer.
My dad is crazy nazi-like when it comes to dealing with things. He makes wild accusations that don't fly (remember when he accused you of being a drug dealer during the Sarah era, Erin?), but he sticks to them. He oversteps his authority, destroying things that he needn't destroy.

My dad can be really naive and stupid sometimes. But, that's what I have to deal with. Just step up to the plate, try your best, and don't ask anything of him and he won't hurt you.

Anyways, surf's up!

I like to eat ketchup, but I don't like to play "ketchup"-Ray
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Oi... I hate daylight savings time. I thought I had sooo much time to play with, when I discovered I was behind schedule!

Dah!

Oh well. I get the work done on time. Though I lost my precious, precious hour.

My metabolism has been perking, and I've been feeling armed for bear. It's weird, but lately I've been feeling great, strong, and happy. I smile much more. I feel like I have a future once again. I feel secure now, it shows when people want to meet me. I can honestly say now that I know too many people.

You can never know too many people.

But, I know that this could all end violently and suddenly; that the security is just an illusion. My life is dependent right now on my father, one whose mind changes suddenly. I must work hard and become independent.

I need to graduate rapidly into a skilled job. I have picked radiology for sure (as long as my dad keeps his mouth shut, I will see it through). Evan has picked construction. Erin has film. Eric Anapolsky is working on deciding a major.

I hope to see them in the bay area (I believe Evan will be my collaborator for a while down there. I'm not finished with him yet!)

I feel like I live in a workers' paradise. It's pretty here, but I'm too busy to see it. Time has flown too quickly when I look back on the long term, but I think of each day as being heinously long. I feel like I cannot appreciate this place.

It used to be that I enjoyed rest and relaxation. What happened?

Anyways, since I have accounting in 7 minutes...

On with my brief news extravaganza!

It looks like we have a new member of old movie club. Adrienne wants in on all our fun, excitement, and chaki!

Shannon's trying to work at WinCo. I think she wants to see me more often (I don't really care about Shannon like that), so... she's trying. I gave her a recommendation, since I don't plan to work at WinCo much longer. Hopefully I get out of WinCo by May. (Shannon wants to work for 2 months...)

There's this pretty latin girl who hits on me. She's smart (knows many languages), witty, and beautiful. I like her.

But I don't think I'm ready for another relationship. I'm too young. I'm not prepared for torment and happiness and craziness.

But she's cute and smart!

Bah. It still stands. No relationship. Gotta get done with what's necessary first.

Beer and women or beer and fishing? They both leave your mouth with a fishy taste-Evan
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Cans, Zuccini, Tampons, and film!

So tired... had 2 cans of heavy soda after abstaining from caffeine for a long time. Worked hard, yes. WinCo was rocking and rolling like it was christmas today. Booyah! I love those days. Gives you the chance to test yourself. Your strength. Your craziness. Whatever you want. (Remember that I'm really tired). I turned into some sort of hero today, doing all my work on a really busy day PLUS taking on a whole BUNCH of go-backs. And I couldn't have done it without good old caffeine. Caffeine, why for so I not drink you??? I try not to drink caffeine...

I cleaned glass off of the ground. Glass that was once combined into a bottle, but shattered before my own eyes (that icky noise of glass breaking. Thos bastards who threw the empty beer bottle on the ground in front of me will pay! Or not.) Glass that made pretty music to my tired mind. There's something about glass on the ground...

My super secret hero is the father of the Brady bunch. Evan laughed hard, yes. He says it's so true. Mr. Brady is a great family man, very merciful, but also very good and noble about how he does business with people. He's the man of the family.
I haven't seen much Brady bunch (only when my step sisters made me), but I'm kind of turning into that guy...

I got ripped off at the contact place, well, sort of. The business billed me, and expects me to bill my insurance company. Not a good business plan when all other companies bill insurance for the customer, and especially when your companies' employees have too much free time on hand (I overheard phrases like, "I'm going for a walk. See ya", and "Want any chinese food? Sure!"). I have a resupply of contacts now, and my glasses will be ready by the end of this week (probably Friday). Also, after talking to the doctor, I found out that I'm prone to ocular migranes (I get this weird blob that blocks my vision. I can't pinpoint a color. It gets bigger, expanding over my of my vision, then disappears (although it takes about an 1 to 1.5 hours)). The doctor says that I may have headaches associated with them some day. And that they'll hurt real bad.
Good thing this thing happens only once every year or so. But still...

I hope to leave WinCo soon. Me and Evan have set deadlines for this summer. Evan will be going into construction while i go into the medical field, so we will be splitting ways soon. For now...

Whoa, the world is tilting. Must be really tired (that's never happened before). Today is daylight savings day, and I have work from 9 to 4, then japanese till 8 (followed by house cleaning). Not to mention that I didn't sleep much, and have been up super long. I have this weird taste of beer in my mouth (blegh!). I wonder why...

That was the way, was the way that I found you
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Cassini's almost there!

Sweet mother... gaze at the behemoth Saturn! Cassini is getting closer... and I'm getting excited! Cassini already measured the radiation belts of Jupiter back in 2001, showing the harshness of the magnetic field. The electrons that Jupiter throws out are moving at almost the speed of light, smacking it's moons and keeping them in their tight orbit. Imagine what kind of power that electron current must be! I love the gigantic scale of everything in astronomy. But it scares me at the same time. Those planets are powerful.
Ever since I was a kid, I spent months and months studying the planets. I have been infatuated with them since the 3rd grade (especially when my teacher was giving us a major course in electronics, flow of electricity, magnetic currents. He was teaching college level stuff to us, and we understood what he was saying! He even delved into Algebra! A lot of the class had a hard time understanding the concept, but we got it in the end). I used to read out-of-date books repeatedly, sopping in the knowledge. I loved astronomy, and I wanted to work at NASA when I got older. This changed in the 6th grade, when I tragically discovered that NASA was not funded as much as they used to be, when my out-of-date books were current. Instead, NASA was concerned with the International Space Station, A waste of time in my opinion (which i still stand by). I turned to Nuclear energy learning, but got caught up in computers when I befriended my former best friend, Jeff Peters, and put astronomy on the backburner (though I always kept an eye on astronomy). I spend time looking at astronomy data sometimes, looking at raw data when I'm in the mood. I look forward to the next space revolution but will only keep my ear to the ground in the meantime.

Anyway, I have 6 minutes to get clothes on (blogging in MY underwear. Geez, now me too) and leave for the optometrist, so I will just quickly recap a few things and then sign off.

Last night was old movie night (my ritual) with a hint of midnight movie mayhem (another ritual. Always Friday night!). Erin, You bastard. You never showed up! Oh well. In an effort to remember what movies I've seen, I've decided to post them here for my reviewing pleasure. We watched The blue lagonia (I think I spelled it right. I think that's the right word, too. Can't remember), satin street (wait, not satin street. Some sort of red cloth. I'll have to remember what it was and modify this), and Dracula (I can understand the cult classic. Lots of originality. It's a shame the vast majority of movies as of late copycat movies such as this one rather than being original. (Van Helsing, anyone?))
I watched Reanimator with a coworker/friend, Kira, her friend, and Evan's girlfriend (Angela). Twas quite funny and gross.

Eep! I might be late. The people demand a glass-ic revolution!

Children of the night. What sweet music they make!
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The Fat of the Land

Well, I just got off work. I'm really tired, But I felt like a blog was in order. Have to get up tomorrow at 9, so I'll spare my details (sadly, the devil is always within them). While I type, Tim strums his bass (in his underwear. What's with everyone being in their underwear lately?); it's sounding good. He and Ben have been getting killer good at jamming, and a lot of people have been urging them to go down to the bay in search of fame and fortune...

I still have my heart set there. It's gonna be awhile, but I will get there, one way or the other.

In order to get down there, I will need a skilled job. While Japanese is great, it doesn't really have a standalone job benefit (but will enhance any job application). I'm sold on going to the medical field, and have next semester's plan ready.
This time i'm sticking to it, for sure.

Yesterday I was brutally attacked by a bunch of car salesmen at Mickey's auto in McKinleyville. Those are the people who ripped Evan off when he bought his Honda. I wanted to go in there just to jerk them around a little (since I knew their reputation was bad, I decided to test myself against their ploys. I learned quite a bit). I found cars over there for 10,000$ that sell for 7,000 at places like SweetHeart motors! Crooks, all of them. While I was there, I kept insisting that my budget limit was 8000$, and they finally gave up and slashed prices (all the way up to 12,000$ cars). But they didn't stop bothering me. They kept asking for my phone number, wouldn't let me leave the lot, so on and so forth, so I had to have a big hissy fit. That didn't work. One salesman gave me off to another salesman, so this time I lied and told them I had to leave. I also mentioned that I was looking at ALL the car lots.
Heh, it was kind of cool watching the stress on their faces. Might've been funnier if Erin were there (he's such a salesman. I bet he'd revel in this)
Still, no car. That's ok.

I have the 14th of July set as my date of departure to Utah. Should be great!

On May 1, my mother's birthday, I move to McKinleyville, to a 5 bedroom house. It'll be especially spacey since there's just me, Tim, my dad, and 2 cats. *starts hatching plans on what to do with the other rooms*. Yessssssss...... (*ooh! Gets shivers down spine over the tone of voice*)

In a big "Fuck you!" to the merchandise world, I purchased 2 pairs of pants appraised at $50 for $8.00 a piece. Gottschalks is having a clearance, and boy you can believe I was hopping all over that one (I bet frugal Paul and brand-conscious Erin will both be pleased), what with "operation wardrobe overhaul". Gottschalks took a net loss selling me these pants. Score one for the asian clothing workers! Or something. I just hope those asian people get paid a decent wage, and, if not, at least they can take comfort that their pants were sold at the value that they're worth.
Today's the first week of the month at WinCo, so that means I have to bust butt. My feet ache, but I'm feeling good. I think that what bothers me most about the first of the week is not how hard the work is, but how long it takes to get done (typically I'm done with 7 minutes to spare. No free time for Darrel :( ). Oh well. But not Oh well! Because I feel that I need to take the next step in life, I'm working on working at Mad River Hospital as a patient admitter. That means that I fill in all the info (name, address, ailment/trauma, credit card #, etc.), and have plenty of free time. What's great is that I'll be getting paid more money -- about 15$/hr -- to do less work (more study time!). I hear they're understaffed, and what with my dad being the #3 man of the hospital, I think I could sink this in.

Apparently Jamie visited WinCo today. I didn't really know what to do, as well as I had too much to do (aforementioned first week of the month). So I just went on my merry little way. I wonder what she wants... dagummit! And I finally have stopped thinking about her for the past 2-3 weeks...

I wonder what she wants.

Anyway, I have to go to bed! Tim has a job (making 10$/hr -> 40 hours/wk) so he has to get up early as well.

Haiku link time! Yehaw!
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