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Well, after telling Evan at work about my switch from my job at WinCo to the receptionist job at the hospital, I got a rather selfish response. I will miss all the good times I had outside on the parking lot, but I gotta go. Evan just doesn't want me to leave.

After telling Meghannraye about the switch, she got really sad, and looked as if she was ready to cry. She fears that we won't talk much(if at all). She's been having it really rough at work lately, and I actually feel kind of bad that I'm on the verge of leaving because, she's right... unless I make an effort to keep in contact with her.

Speaking of my current job:
how's work? It stinks. It's memorial day weekend and there's no carts (we barely make it on slow days) stinks. stinks. stinks. stinks! Unlike last time, I will take great pleasure in saying, "I quit" (this will be my second time declaring that at this place). But, will I give a two week notice? We'll see how fed up I get...

at work, I've been seeing the stars and clouds quite a bit, and I miss peering at celestial objects through a telescope. Reminds me of the times me, my brother, Paul, and Erin would get together and gaze at the planets and stars. Just seeing jupiter fly through the telescopic view in a mad dash, whilst its' moons being all around it, and what's more seeing slight movements of the planet's atmosphere clouds was very fascinating. It's so far away, and I'm gazing at this thing! It's active!
Saturn was kind of cool as well (but not nearly as cool as jupiter). Mars was interesting, Venus was not (too bright), but I think the most interesting planet to note seeing was Mercury. It was so hard to see... it would bounce in and out of view, due to the bending of light, turning into this "speck". Mercury can only be seen at certain times of the year, and, it was so hard to find... We were lucky we found it at all!

And now for something completely different.

Spending as much time by myself in the cart room as I do, I was thinking of what an odd game life is (not the board game, though it very well could be). Here I am, capable of doing or being anything if I really, really put my mind to it (and I haven't decided anything), and the only person stopping me from becoming anything right now is... me.
But, there's more to that. Other people can stop me, too. So can inanimate objects. So can the weather. So can the absence of materials needed for survival.

What a sick, sick game.

...And I hope I never turn into one of those people that hide themselves in a log cabin in the woods, writing philosophical papers that are so deep, even they don't know what they meant when they read it days later
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Link... He Come to Town...

Hmm...

So, my life has been spinning out of control lately, and I've been loving every minute of it. Though, as much as I love it, it annoys me. I cannot get done the things I want to do!

I can't seem to squeeze the exercise that I want into my schedule, this doesn't alarm me much since I push carts 8 hours a day (and what with the rain that's been pounding the coast... I might get sick if i overdo it, like I have in the past) but I miss having that powerful, enjoyable natural high.

That and exercise helps me to be more structured in planning my schedule.

I can't get my photoshop crap done; Nor am I doing well in japanese. Every time I have private lessons I find the teacher is getting closer and closer to reaching the point of studying that I'm at (I try to memorize the words of future chapters so I'm ready when class rolls around) But, what's more, I am getting rather behind in my kanji!

Argh!

However, with the inability to get done what I want to get done comes the completion of other, cool stuff. Cooking, money making, and all sorts of other, nonstandard learning (taking apart a T.V., messing with the credenza, macintosh reacquaintances)are things that I value learning.

Ergh, I'm using such large worded technobabble to explain such simple stuff! But that's probably because I'm still kind of frazzled from my interview.

I found out that the receptionist job is pretty much as good as mine when I went in for the interview today. In fact, this interview was the least stressful of any interview that I've ever had -- not that it wasn't stressful, but I felt relaxed and comfortable. I also found out that the lady I would be working under works hard to increase the benefits of her employees. Although the pay is less in the morning hours, I will be making more than I do now in the afternoon and a whole bunch at night.
What's more, I will have better vacation/sick time (better than WinCo's, which is 1 holiday vacation/year and 1 week off/year, with sick days off having a point system whereby a tardy (late 3 minutes or more) is 1 point and a sick day is 3 points AND if you accumulate 15 points, you're fired.)

This job will be much better than my cart plight of rotting flesh and bone. I know so many people that hate their job at the store now... It's just appalling. It never used to be this way. What's more, the manager keeps overworking himself (probably for the bonuses he gets if he makes a certain amount) and he looks so... tired. He's a very cranky person that I hate being around, but I'm always very nice to him and I can tell that he likes me.

Anyway, this may seem out of the blue, but I had a whole bunch of crap to write about while I had lots of idle time working yesterday, such as closeness in love and sharing, how the majority of people don't interact with me (at least at my workplace) and so I'm not really at a loss to just go talk to them, how nothing matters in the end, and how I've discovered my loneliness through talking with others.

But!

I'm not in the mood to talk about them right now. I need to go fix the house up.

Oh, and about my schedule structuring problem: maybe I should just wake up early in the morning. I find my plans usually succeed better when I wake up early and get doing my routines, and it seems like I have plenty of time with no commitments having to be made at 5:45 in the morning.

Freeze, Motherstickers! This is a fuck-up!
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Morning Muffin Madness

Ok, so the mac works! However, the screen has everything tinted in black and red. I hope that's just a color setting the previous owner had, and not a problem with the monitor, but if it is a monitor problem, that's ok! I couldn't discern much more information from the mac, other than it boots up ok (although i couldn't get around the notice that the time that was set was incorrect), since I don't have a mac keyboard or mouse for it.

I'm planning on using the mac for games like escape velocity (probably the coolest game in the world, right up there with X-COM: UFO Defense) and other important things, but primarily I want the mac to be an mp3 "relay station" for my primary computer. See, my computer is located in the "entertainment room" and I don't really care for that. But! If I move it to my room, my father will sleep in my room since he loves listening to coast to coast AM while he sleeps. I don't like that idea, so i keep it in the entertainment room.

But!

If I hook the mac up to the entertainment room, load up shoutcast on the pc for broadcasting and server stuff, and get them talking to eachother... problem solved! What's more, there will be less clutter in the entertainment room, which is a major problem I've been having, due to all the wires I use (especially the sorround sound speakers). However, I'll lose my digital capability for mp3s, unless I find a sound card with digital capability for the mac.

Did I mention that I'll be using one of those X-Box ethernet-to-wireless adapters to make this work? (I've turned into such a wireless bastard lately. Why's that bad? Wireless is EXPENSIVE, and have problems all the time, (I really hate having to troubleshoot problems with it))

Anyway, This'll be fun, or at least interesting to do.

While I'm at it, I should mention that I COULD broadcast the fun fun mp3s... what's more, I've been invited to go back on Pirate Radio whenever the groups working together on it come to finish reaching their compromise... not sure who those people in dispute are, but being on the air is fun. King Kobra Flower Hour will be back! I'll be over at the Kid's table, tearing it up... if you're looking for me.

In other news, the credenza is working quite well. I need a needle to do the fun DJ crap with the mormon tabernacle choir record set that I bought (I forgot to mention that in the last post. Paul, Erin, and I decided to purchase a mormon tabernacle choir record set to test the record player, if only to mock my former mormon-itude). I'm thinking about sticking my synthesizer on top of the credenza while I mull over whether I want a TV or not (not really sure I want a TV. I would like a better synth with weighted keys, though...) since it seems oddly proper to stick it there.

uh, yeah.

I'm finding that my workplace is mocking me for being so skinny. People are demanding that I eat a whole bunch of cake (our workplace has a LARGE 1 sheet cake for all the birthdays of that particular month), and I'm getting regular talks by my coworker, Jeanie, about how I need to eat. I take vitamins, and, ok, maybe having 1 sandwich and a bowl of granola with a banana each day isn't much (though other days I have more food, especially when I'm cooking), but I'm not hungry enough to eat anything else.

Bah.

Anyway, today I cooked shrimp with Gabriel and Brianna, and decided that I really don't want the job at Dragonflys. Not too long ago, when I went to Kyoto's, and had shrimp in tempura batter for the first time (both shrimp and tempura). It was ok, but more than that I was surprised that I didn't throw up the shrimp (When I was young my mother would feed me fish (with a twist, as the next sentence will show). she'd force me to eat everything on my plate. I would throw up each time. Not a good reinforcer for seafood). However, when I was peeling, cutting, battering, and frying 1.5 pounds of small shrip, I got sick many times and had to sit down. After 4 hours of work, I had 2 plates of tempura shrimp; a painstakingly slow process, and stinky, too. I learned how to tempura-ize anything, which is WAY COOL, but I know have a rejustified hatred for shrimp.

Geez... I talk about food so much lately... I've turned into a mediterranean food freak (it's my food style of choice. Their food is YUMMY!). I'm sure this fad will fall over the wayside eventually.

Today's recipe:
Basil Vinairgrette (like to dip it in bread, but good in salads and stuff)
just mix what would seem like fair amounts of
canola oil
extra virgin olive oil
balsamic vinegar
red wine vinegar
garlic
sugar
and dijon mustard. It's easy...

I'll have to experiment and relay what I think are proper amounts of each ingredient. Yum!
weekly projections:
Wednesday
*Breakfast club in 6 hours
*laundry fun after that
Thursday
*another forging day with Kevin Knife
Friday
*projected interview at hospital!
*Some sort of odd slumber party with Meghanraye
Saturday
*free... for now!
Sunday
*Cooking with Paul and PM (hopefully)
Monday
*Old Movie Night with Sensei

Note that Evan has been trying really hard to get me to be involved in his Dungeons and Dragons game, and he may succeed sometime. Also, strange twists in my schedule always happen, so maybe this schedule is useles...

Time to move on!
It's Kuporrific!
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Short-Term Chaos Part 2

Ok. So maybe the picture above doesn't look much like what I got. But! I should backtrack to explain everything.

Today I was to go bike riding with Meghanraye (again), but I really didn't feel up to going all the way to Loleta (far away from my house), so I called to cancel (one day we'll go bike riding).

Well, Paul IMed me and we quickly set up a day of fun together. We also decided to invite Erin, since he is also a regular of the standard group. I also made an agreement that, after 5:30, we would drop me off so I could study my photoshop book while Paul hauled crap for the rapist Nichole (the name title is a different story, however)

We wanted to look for a (bigger than 13 inch, though just as sharp as the current) TV, and a piece of furniture for the TV to sit on. Also, I made Paul wear one of my WinCo shirts.

We went to KMart in McKinleyville, but the only TV we were able to find that wouldn't really break down on us and be within our budget was a pink "girl power" television.

So, we ran off to St. Vincent's right next to KMart, where we smelled sour smells, ripped clothes hangers with our bare hands (they don't build them like they used to) and demo'ed Women's Saks Fifth Avenue coats... ok, we didn't wear them, but we did laugh at the idea.

After that, we ran over to the pawn shop in Eureka, and found interesting automotive electric tuning devices. We didn't buy them of course, and before long ended up over at Little Japan, a shop that sells oriental products.

Thus there, we spent quite a bit of time looking at the various goods to eat. After a time, we decided to buy Red Bean cakes, peach cream collon's, and some chips (with a name like "roast of the corn" or something. My mind is tired again -- what were they called again, Erin?)

We all had a trial at the red bean cakes, despite the warning of the shop owner. Paul decided that he really liked them after having doubts. I, on the other hand, was very confident I'd like them, but started hating them more and more with every bite. I was getting kind of sick eating it, but Paul and Erin were very insistant that I finish it. So I did. Blegh! The collon's weren't much better, either. Remember: peach cream collons are not very good. The chips were the only thing that passed the test of good taste. Anyway...

Next, we ran over to CostCo, saw some mighty fine TVs at decent prices, but didn't buy anything. We waltzed around the store and saw many interesting things, including a book of mythology that I'd like to buy. Though I know the majority of the major mythology stuff, this book had it all neatly combined together as a useful reference. Other things to note were the unchanged Playstation 2 prices (I've been eyeing a playstation 2, even though I don't really play video games... nor watch TV) that should be lower, the Norton Internet Security package that's much cheaper at Staples but requires a yearly renewal, and the vanadium alloy tools offered at $150... I wonder how much vanadium is in there (because of forging, I know a thing or two about alloys).

We had limited time and so we had to leave Costco, but we window shopped the kitchen area, which turns out to be Paul's favorite place as well as mine, and decided to quickly hit up Pacific Cooking (I think that's the name of it).

That place had really nice knives, but everything was so overpriced that I didn't even consider buying anything (not even their wok's, which have been the type that I've been searching for -- non teflon) After we left there, I diverted everyone to the St. Vincent's in Eureka (which was close to the car), knowing that Paul would be a bit late for moving, as well as me being late for photoshop.

What we found in there was amazing! Looking at all the furniture that appeared overpriced ($100 for a sofa... I remember lots of thrift store stuff being cheaper)I was shocked to accidentally stumble upon... A Credenza! This cabinet (more of a chest-of-drawers with an opening top and no drawers) is awesome. underneath is a RECORD PLAYER with some tuning instruments(now we can get to doing some sort of fun DJ stuff), an 8-track (there's lots of 8-tracks at the thrift stores, as well as records), a casette player (unfortunantly, it isn't working), and a radio with a 300 ohm input jack. (fortunantly for me, I have a 300 ohm to coaxial converter acquired the other day when I picked up a black and white television from one of the WinCo shopping carts. I intend to disassemble the TV to enjoy the inner workings... the things we find in shopping carts, like the mini suitcase... so cute!)
The inside is hollow, and can be accessed from the bottom. The speakers are similar in size to my car speakers, which I never got completely installed (never got around to getting an electric drill and penetrating screws), so I may just put my expensive-o speakers in there.

It's an awesome beast!

What's more, when we picked it up in Paul's truck (I have no truck right now), we had to run over to Paul's friends' house to help move (I agreed to sit in his dog-smelling car (with the compromise of having a towel draped over his seat to protect my clothes from acquiring the odor), and there we found a "Take! Free!" sign with many items. I took:
1) an italian cookbook!
2) a Macintosh Performa 6214CD PowerPC with matching monitor!

I took those as well. I plan to experiment with them.

Being a college kid is cool like this...

Anyway, back to the story.

We dropped the Credenza, cookbook, and Mac off at Nichole's new house to make room for her moving stuff (we didn't want to travel all the way back to McKinleyville since we were in Arcata) and began to help move. After a few loads were transported, most of the stuff was moved out and so the majority of mover helpers stopped moving stuff and turned to their attention to the important task of cooking. Me, Paul, and Erin decided to be the only ones to continue moving stuff and went back to the house.

HOWEVER!

Paul went to the house via a different road from the one he normally takes and stopped at the apartments. After finding no one else at the house, the door locked, and the key that has a usual hiding spot not in its' place, we decided to go around to the back of the house and look for a way in from that direction (we were planning on moving this really heavy desk). Seeing no way in from the back, we settled for the second best moving plan and started hauling various objects from the patio (including the grill, plants, tiki torches, and hose)

But!

As, we began to drive down the road some more when we were done moving stuff, we saw one of the movers at a DIFFERENT apartment with the door wide open and the recognizable features of the inside apartment we had made trips to mocking us.

We had just stolen someone elses' stuff.

Paul felt so bad (especially because I warned him earlier that we shouldn't be taking anything from the house if none of the former tenants were there). We quickly drove the truck back to the "wrong" house and put everything back, then ran over to the "right" house and picked up the desk. It was quite funny, really. Paul took it harder than I thought he would and so we tried to cheer him up.

After that, we went back to the house with all the moved stuff and had dinner. I got to talk to Paul's "other" friend group, a very interesting group in my opinion, consisting of a whole bunch of intelligent HSU students who kind of like to drink. The dinner was good as was the social conversation.

Finally, we went to my house and played video games for a while.

And now we're at my current point.

I didn't complete any of my plans. I had planned on doing my laundry at the laundromat and learning photoshop, but the moment I talked to Paul about planning on getting together, I had virtually planned on throwing everything out the window. That's what happens when I talk to my friends about hanging out, and while it's chaotic, I personally must honestly say it's worth it to me.

Now all I have to do is reallocate my time wisely to make up for the loss of time in my plans.

One side note: my father bought a 1978 F-250 4 door crew cab truck to work on as a project today (it runs pretty good, but gets only 7-10 miles to the gallon). I think my dad is insisting on eating Ramen for the next couple of weeks, though I'll help him out by testing my food projects on him...

Attack the Toad... (moments later, at the end of a sword vs stick battle) You scurvy sea biscuit...-Whitmore the Toad Pirate
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The Chaotic Whirlwind of Life

Well, I may be in for more kitties and a big veer in the job market.

I think I may follow through with getting that job at the hospital. My dad put in a lot of work to open that position for me, and he tells me that it's practically a done deal if I just go ahead with it.

Why would I accept the job? It has so many skills that will help me in the future. If I spend 6 months with them, I may never again have to work in an unskilled market.

That would be cool.

But what about Dragonfly's?
I've talked to my dad and he wants me to drop the idea.

I think that in the meantime I'm going to go ahead and accept the position at the hospital. I do want out of cart-hell, after all.

But I won't mention the application to dragonfly's when I'm interviewed at the hospital, and hopefully I can secure both jobs.

My dad has changed his mind once again on what he thinks would be best for me as a career, this time telling me to be an administrative person. That would be cool, methinks. Their pay is second only to doctors.

I'm only working so I don't have to work in the future. I think realty purchases would be a good idea to minimize required work.

In the meantime, I'm sticking with radiology in my mind (though with the course of action that I've taken, I'm well on my way to being an administrator)

I know that I want to go to Japan. I know that I want to keep learning and never be tied to one thing. Always growing in every aspect of my life.

Life is so interesting, especially for me. I pick one plan, but when the last few moments before the plan gets locked in happen, you may as well shoot for the moon.

I like it like that!

... so don't be a big baby. Because, big babies are full of excuses...
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Mr. Google

Well, I do believe an update on my life is in order, so...

Here vee go!

Finals are over. I'm very happy about this. My accounting teacher decided to retire, since "75 is a good year to retire". There he goes again...
The final was basically the last 3 chapters that we hadn't been tested on.
My other final in econ was a 100 point-multiple choice test. Personally, I have been getting A's all the way down, so I just wanted to finish the test and get out of there.

I tried with all my might, but the urge to leave as soon as possible had already enveloped me 1 hour before the test.

At 11:06, summer had officially begun for me.

Unfortunantly, the weather did not want to cooperate with my celebration. See, I was originally planning on going on a bike ride with Meghanraye, but with all the rain and everything, we settled on eating food instead.
Megahnraye and I was supposed cook together with PM, Paul, and Evan, but she flaked out! So, me and Evan met up with PM (a friend of mine who works at the blue ox mill and has lots of common-sense knowledge. Especially when it comes to cooking), purchased goods for a pilaf, soup, and a salad with fruit in it, and then met up with Paul at my house to cook.
It took a good 2 hours to create the meals, mainly because we were learning from PM about the various oils and cooking techniques, but the food was killer! We ate, watched movies, and overrall just enjoyed ourselves.
Next day:
Originally, I had planned to forge with Kevin Knife, but I FLAKED. That's right, the guy who always complains whenever someone flakes on him was a victim of his own pet-peeve. I just felt like relaxing all day, and ended reading the entire day (which had been something I've been wanting to do)
Wednesday:
Well, I enjoyed flaking on everyone so much on Tuesday, I decided to do it again. In fact, I decided to put a twist on it. Instead of not surfing with Evan , and not calling him about it (I found out we had flaked on eachother on the same event)(originally Meghanraye was going to join us but she called to cancel. She had to visit her grandmother), I decided to disrupt one Nyanko Chi'itsupo's finals paperwork.

Didn't mean to, but I did (ok. I meant to disrupt her when I had her join the japanese class party. But SHE NEEDED A BREAK< I TELL YOU!!!!111 IN MY WORLD< IT WOULD BE MANDATORY!!!11)

I've just been feeling uninspired to do anything other than stay at home and study lately. This will change, though.

I've been talking to people, and I think I may take a second job as an assistant chef at Dragonfly's, an asian cuisine restaurant, so I may learn to cook with compelling artistry (or something or other). I hear the job is hard when starting out, what with operating 9 pans and getting yelled at when something goes wrong, but I think I can handle it (I never take people who are verbally trying to hurt my feelings seriously)

In the end, it should pay more than my current job.

And then I can quit my crappy job at WinCo, come the fall.

As for the job as a registry secretary: I have had a phone call for an interview, but I haven't returned it. After thinking about it for a while, I don't think secretary work is going to pay more than my job right now, and will definitely see me idle and bored much more often. I don't know if I could take that kind of work for months on end...

anyway, I got so much to do so I better take off

One of the things we like to do to make ourselves happy is to... hump the air. Observe!
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All of This & Nothing

So I was listening to this one song of lore in my past.

A song that I used to listen to when I would think heavily.

And I pondered like I used to.

Earlier today me and my father were talking at a mexican restaurant about making money, with me doing radiology, and my brother doing his EMT stuff (I guess he's going to use that job to sustain himself while he works on his career of being a famous musician)

My dad had just finished a sentence about how my brother could make *so* much more money working for the fire department than if he was a paramedic when I asked him,

"who really needs all that extra money?"

My dad responded that all that extra money can be used to buy "toys" quickly, and that it's a really good feeling to be able to get what you want, when you want it, with money.

I replied that I didn't really care for money. I stated that all I wanted was to be able to live comfortably and no more.

"Why are people so materialistic? Is it to 'wow' their peers, or to feel empowered or what?"

After my dad thought about it for a minute (being a victim of materialism himself), he concluded that materialism was something that people get into because having another item staves off the depression they otherwise should be having. Acquiring a new toy makes them feel better about themselves. But, as the novelty of the new toy wears off, they must get a new one in order to sustain their feeling of well being.
And so the vicious cycle continues.

Usually I disagree with my father. My father is wrong much of the time and I have to get into shouting matches with him.

But this time I agree with him.

Listening to the song of pondering (+20 to intelligence?) a little while ago, I started to wonder if materialistic people were that much different from those who have drug addictions, or from those who become obsessed with an object (person or idea), or from those who work because they feel their worth is tied to their work.

Is it just a humanly thing to become wound up in something that ends up owning you?

But, back to the materialistic people and how I deal with it. For me, window shopping, and knowing, "Hey, I can buy that right now!" Is good enough for me. I feel as though an item is as good as mine if I can afford it. But even having the item doesn't matter to me. If I had the coolest computer/home entertainment system (say, where the audio signal of my computer was connected to the electrical wiring of the house) in the area I could still be the most saddest person in the world if I had no friends to share it with. I'd rather use my money to enjoy myself with people I care about, since that's all that matters to me. I see money as a means, not an end.

As a side note, If I have some really great friends and nothing but the shirt on my back (which has been a real scenario for me time and time again)some of the best memories can be made.

Deep down inside, all I want at least is to at least be "square" with everybody that I know. I have never felt good about having an enemy (in truth, I get a consistent stabbing feeling in my gut whenever that happens), and I feel like I'm too "old" to be hating people anymore.
I've felt that way since a week before my 17th birthday, when I came back to Humboldt, eager to build myself up like never before.

But more than that, I want to have fun with my friends. Nothing makes my day more than having people I know asking me to join them, and I work hard to make my life more capable of doing that, directly and indirectly.

I guess I'm just a social animal, a drama queen if you will.

...But Will I Change the World? I'm Running Out of Time!
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Back in Business!

Alright, expect this site to be updated much more often!

After finals were finished, I turned my attention to the infamous SBC and his possie of POTS.

Heads rolled, but in the end, I got my DSL back up!

Now I just need to find a better spot for the wireless router...

Food time!
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Needs Counseling...

Ok. So I talked to the counselor, and I'm well on my way to going to the Oregon Institute of Technology (OIT)to go for a 4 year radiology program. The first year I have most of the classes done, the 2nd would be full of medical stuff, the 3rd a completion of medical stuff, and the fourth an externship, whereby I get flung to some part of the U.S. to one (1!) lucky hospital to complete my schooling (hands on stuff). Exciting!

It looks like I'll probably be traveling quite a bit more in my life (even after the completion of my externship, in which I find a suitable workplace to settle down at). Exciting, yes.

I'll miss all the people here!

But my destiny calls out my name.

Oh, and for those of you wondering why I'm still not blogging regularly,

the stupid phone company has not reinstated my DSL connection. This is getting annoying!

Also, today *should* be my last day at the LRC for this semester! So, I will work on getting my internet back up at home as soon as I can!

Time for my final in accounting! Yehaw!

Muga: You like it good!

Ole, Ole Ole...

Well, I relaxed last night.

Darrel 72:2 Me and Evan played video games all the way to midnight, and it was good.

Darrel 72:3 We started by playing rally sport challenge, hitting cars into eachother, and it was good.

Darrel 72:4 We played tetris worlds, whereby I got past Evan in terms of level difficulty for a while (he's a tetris maniac, so this was really impressive), and it was... good?

Darrel 72:5 Yea, for we continued our barragement with Sega Soccer slam, and the enemies were smitten, before a round of backlash to thou. (Did I mention that it was good?)

Heh, Sega Soccer Slam is soooo much fun, especially when you learn how to play it with a team (the first time I played it, with a group of people, we sucked and the game was not that much fun) there's so much stuff packed into that game... fun characters (The Nurse, Pi) chants for each character by the crowd when you go for a critical kick (chanting of 3.1415 for pi or little children singing "El Diablo" in a cute, high pitched voice) sayings by each of the characters (don't forget the "La LA!" music when Dante scores! Hehe... he's so... full of himself).

It's a good game, which it should be since it was made by Sega.

After that, I showed Evan Metal Dungeon (redefining the word bland 1 dungeon at a time, 5 textures a dungeon). He loved it! It reminded him of this Super Nintendo game, Wizardry, that he used to play quite a bit.

Well, at least someone likes Metal Dungeon...

Anyway, I knew I had relaxed because, whoops, look at the time. It's midnight! How did that happen? So we adjourned, but not without talking about current topics (specifically work at WinCo)

So I went to sleep and woke up early to PM's answering machine message. I had forgotten all about Breakfast Club! (basically a gathering of people I get together with to have breakfast and talk to. Pretty fun). We talked quite a bit.
One interesting topic that we had was when Salomon and PM were walking down the abandoned railroad tracks. Doing that, they found an old-school television (so old that it had a big metal case frame. That's OLD) with a concrete slab through the glass. After that bit of info was conveyed, the breakfast club imagined a music video with this television, and all the angst and thinly veiled rage that could be exhibited to it (imagine the lead singer just standing there, staring at this television with the concrete slab through it).

Yeah!

In all, there were many topics.

Moving on, I dumped PM off at the blue Ox Mill and went to school to take my test. I'm confident I did well.

And now I'm here (and I'm tired, so I'm going to nap. Nap nap nap nap nap.)

Rich people buy assets. Poor people buy liabilities
D.

ORBITER: What the planetary astronomy class SHOULD have been about!

Also, If you need it, there's a Basics of space flight tutorial. Zing!

Well, yesterday was a waste of time. I guess I was ok with it, but I got nothing done. Instead, I exercised my monetary authority, since I just "discovered" that I have lots of money. What do I mean you ask? Well, I've been saving my money up and pretending that I have no money in my mind. But, A recent audit shows that I have money coming out of my ears. I could go rent 2 apartments with 2 deposits... Nah, what a waste.
Instead, yesterday I went around and purchased 3 James Michener books (he's a fascinating author) @ 2.50/book, gas, NOT CHEAP (READ: ripped off) food (I bought food for Evan's girlfriend and myself, since I was also hungry (and impatient). Costly lesson, yes, but unfortunantly I'll probably repeat it), and 2 games and a used game discount card with 10 magazines subscription of @ 34.95 (total), the 2 games being Final Fantasy tactics (good game) and Chrono Cross (inferior to the trigger, IMHO.).
I'm still looking around for a copy of Lunar: Silver Star Story. That lady can... sing! Maybe I should get the dreamcast version since the playstation one was butchered a bit.
On second thought, the Playstation 2 just went down in price. Maybe I should get that and buy disgaia...
I know that those who play disgaia are doomed to play it for days on end! I've seen an entire group of 10 people of all sorts of cultures, colors, genders, and, yes, sexual preference be captivated by THIS ONE GAME CALLED DISGAIA.
(all while only one person is playing it. It's an amusing enough game to watch others play)

Anyway, I did my term paper report, but I didn't do the greatest presentation in the world. That's ok, since the teacher is biased for me and gave me lots of questions that I was able to answer (I'll probably get full credit) In any case, I should get an A out of the class.

Today, I did quite a bit! I have been calling the utility companies to cancel services so I can get my $1000 back. Yum! Moreso, lots of fun chores were had, followed by appointments for school career planning. It was great.

While finishing the end of paragraph that is 2 paragraphs up from this one, Jamie stopped by and we talked. There was very little drama, but we were able to waste about 2 hours talking before disbanding. Now, towards the end of our tenureship together, I (heh) couldn't think of anything really to say, so I stayed rather quiet.

This disturbs me because I'm such a drama queen.

Fortunantly, Kalen, whom we were waiting for, came 'round the bend and I was able to switch off. But, it still bothers me how sometimes I feel... like i've hit into a wall when it comes to talking. I'll just be cruising along fine, and then suddenly I lose my pace, or I lose my charismatic feeling of talkitude, or SOMETHING, and it all falls apart.
*puts hand to heart and vows* I WILL FIND A CURE! I WILL SAVE YOU BEFORE YOU DIE, MARK MY WORDS!

Meh, time to go play video juegos with Evan and some "mystery people".

TOoodle ooDLE OO!
Pow!Punch!
Biff!
Holy Batcaves Batma-- AAAHHH!!!!
*runs away*

Crunch Time

Whew! I have no internet at home. Not because of no service, but because I don't have my wireless access point handy... yet. If I don't get it back, BY TOMORROW, there will be a BIG UGLY CHORD going through the kitchen.

I will not tolerate insolence! (or something)

Umm, Anyway, it's the last week before finals, and I got plenty to do!

So!

I will make this quick, and then I'm going to Ruh-Ruh-Ruh-Ruhn Ah-ff!

(needs more Ruh's)

Evan is wanting to take a second job this summer to get more $$$. He is also fighting his stupid towing fees that the county charged him for taking his beat-up Rex. I believe he has a solid case.
I am going crazy from all the work and everything. I have been talking to my dad and friends about me, and how I go nuts when I have little to do, and the reply that I got is that I have too much of a sense of urgency, that I will run myself into the ground.

I dedicate this summer... *puts hand on chest* TO ME.

The other day, Paul, Ben, Erin and I had an XBox party. And it was good.

Except!

I hadn't slept much. Stayed up too late the prior night talking with Jamie (which, yes, was worth it) and I was mr. Krankerton. On top of that, Erin was sick.

These XBox LAN parties are not as cool as they used to be. Maybe it's because we're playing the same games. Maybe the television is too small. Maybe the atom bomb will strike first.

I will talk and work some new fun stuff out. In all, the vegan shish-kebabs were yummy.

In my accounting class, I have invented Perverted Accounting Principles. Your imagination is left to you, but... think that one person's expense is another's income

That assets is equal to liabilities and net worth (equity)
--->>> (assets = liabilities + equity)

and so forth. It makes accounting... better.

2 things!

I was studying the spinal chord some more, and moreso now, whenever I push a ROW of carts in, I see a spinal chord pattern, kinked wrong, from them. I must quit looking at spinal chord diagrams.

I am remembering what nonproductive stuff *really* excites me: science fiction. Booyah. The idea of freedom in space is so... romantic?

LOOKAHT! SPAESE MUNKIS!

Yeah, I'm obnoxious as of late.

I have to go run and do papers. Running while doing papers can be dangerous, cuz if you slip, the pencil might stab someone. Got to keep the pencil under control!

Bye~!

"Sell what you know", and I know about booze! -No I don't drink

Yowza!

Click-A-Boom!
Yeah, there's some strange French going down.

Ok, Anyway...

I'm still feeling rushed. I have to finish my homework and turn it in, and finish my term paper and read it to all the class. I'm thinking about just reading off big numbers that I imagine in my head to see if anybody is paying attention. If they don't fall asleep before that, that is.

Off to Kinko's so I can give all my classmates a nice, neat, and flat piece of garbage.
What bullshit.

But that's what's got to be done for the grade, and I adhere to those who control my grade.

I COULD ask for the papers back when my presentation is done. I COULD make paper airplanes out of the papers.

Paper airplanes are cool, especially when they have decals like "$1,492,000" and "current assets/current liabilities" on them.

So, spending all that money to make copies might be worth it!



My sister is not coming back to Humboldt County. This is GOOD NEWS. VERY GOOD NEWS. She was, in my dad's words, "being just a complete ass". So he left her. The dog will be coming back to stay with us (Mr. Duke! Roo! Roo! Roo!)

Eheh...

Me and Jamie are back conversing again. I know that quite a few of you will probably hate that (except for you, Paul. You understood). What can I say here? Everything I write here will be under close scrutiny. Maybe the best approach is just the facts (ma'am).
Partially, this seems like such a... a... hot topic, and not a Tarina Tarantino topic. Whoops, am I digressing to get out of this? Nay!

Begin inserting the cheese aspect into my lines!
She just came back and started talking to me again, out of the blue. Partially, I wanted to be angry. Maybe it was because I haven't talked to her for a long time and I've been driving myself nuts by not communicating. I don't know, I just felt like I "should" be angry. Like it was the right thing to do.
But I knew better. No reason to be angry with her. And when I reactively smiled from her first sentence, I knew I was had. I missed her so much.
Two out of two times (so far) I have been called a fool, outright, for accepting her. I don't think you understand who she is. I don't think you knew the torture that I endured daily. There wasn't a single day I did not think about her and hurt at least a little bit. I rarely told anyone, and I instead sucked it up and continued with life.

When you truly love someone, you'll be as screwed up as I am. heh...

Maybe she doesn't really love me. So what? I still love her. I cannot help it. I tried to end it all a long time ago, sealing the deal with hatred, but it just didn't work out. I officially had it all ended, and figured that all I needed to do was to tough it out when the pangings hit. I was told that it would be something like experiencing the death of a loved one. That it would get easier in time.

As a side note, Did I "murder" the old relationship? She wanted to end it several times before I put in my side of the agreement.

Good god, I hope I die before she does.

The feelings never waned thereafter. That's a perfect indicator that I knew I truly loved her, without a doubt. The more I hurt about it, the harder I worked, packing activities into my day.
I've had a secret that I kind of knew all along in the back of my head. I have had no rest and relaxation. I just couldn't do it. I'd try, but I'd just feel idle, like I was wasting time. The only time I felt relaxed was when I would exercise until the endorphins would give me that "runner's high", and the pain from my muscles being exerted made me tired enough to know I had done an honest day's work.
A whole bunch of people have told me I was a strong person. They told me I would go far in life. They were impressed with my work, the work that I compelled myself to do for lack of relaxing, and for promise of a better life in the future. But even the strong have weaknesses. I am not infallible.
I'm not saying that she was the sole reason why I am unable to relax, but I do think she was a factor. Sure it seems dumb, but good people are hard to find.

It has been proven that humans remember certain pieces of information based upon whether it has to do with something meaningful to them. Anything can be meaningful to a human, based upon their perception. It could be a binky, a palm tree, a pet, Adolph Hitler... it doesn't matter how "dumb" or "silly" it is. It's always about perception.

I think that a lot of people would tell me that I'm screwed up. I'm just being honest here, out in the open like I try to be. I hope to be understood and accepted for being who I am, and to be critiqued so that I may better myself by the people that I select to help me be better (my friends). I think that, if people look into themselves, they may find out they're not so different after all in terms of being crazy. I'm just explaining how I tick, because I do think I'm somewhat predictable...

Hmm... Reminds me of a book series I read when I was young: "Everybody's crazy, Jim. What matters is the degree of craziness."

digression always makes its unannounced visit, doesn't it?

Jamie's a terrific person, and I can really relate to her. A whole bunch of you may not like her behaviour, but that's because you never really knew her. (I should mention right now that i'm feeling rushed. Eric wants me to go to lunch with him. It's 1 o clock and I haven't finished anything. Hehehe! But I haven't done a good blog in a while, so I determined that blogging was worth more to me. Time flies fast when I blog)
Anyway, before I turn you all loose...
I made a lot of mistakes in the past. I am starting over with the memories of those mistakes in my mind. I think that, with the blunting of memories by time, things will be "green and good" this time, again. I intend to keep it that way.

Psst. Leo? I'm Moopheus. Have you heard of... the meatrix?
D.

Continued!
I just got done eating. My head feels better (albeit a headache permeating 'round the skull), and I realized I didn't mention anything of what happened. Me and Jamie talked and talked... and talked, all the way till 10 at night. We had dinner (lunch?) as well.
The End. Now, On to my term paper!

Spring Fever and Term Papers

Who knows what the picture above is from? I don't. But, that's the way I've been feeling lately, which is weird, since I'm usually a work-a-holic.

ANYWAY!

I have internet at home, I just don't have time to hook the computer up! So, expect me to be up and running at home SOON.

On Friday, a whole bunch of crazified crazies visited the store. The day started with a guy screaming at the top of his lungs, repeatedly, that we all needed a pay raise. Dave in grocery clapped, though the manager gave him a mean look. Then, when the manager told the guy to leave, the guy told the manager what a prick he was.
Hehehe!
15 minutes later, an ugly car crash occurred (made it into the paper) A jeep cherokee tried to pass some boat of a car (a ford of some sort) that was going too slow, well, the driver screwed up going around the corner, and hit the steep sidewalk, flying up, and onto the top of the ford. The cherokee looked like it was pulling a monster truck stunt, but it looked odd, since the ford was much bigger. The Cherokee was quite totaled, and the ford's hood was screwed. Apparently, the lady of the Ford had two big birthday cakes for her twins (who are in their teens), and they both got smashed to pieces from the shocks of the crash.
Later, some lady entered into the "authorized people only" area of customer service, and was told to get out. She put her purse down in the authorized-only area, walked out, and fell to the floor. She had some sort of heart problem. So, me and Evan got to direct traffic while the ambulance came. What fun!
In general, I hate all the people that come out only on the first weekend of the month. I don't know what holes these people come out of, but they all make their pilgrimage in an unsafe manner. My life becomes Crap, and I have to watch out.
Later that night, me and Richard watched some old movies (old movie night). Erin did not attend. Where was the metro? He was supposed to bring the animation show with him. I went to the minor theater to see it since he did not deliver.
That's a good movie, let me tell you.
The next night (Saturday) I went to a LAN party with Evan, where we played Dark Age of Camelot. It's ok, I suppose, though the brash members that were there wouldn't let me or Evan level up our characters, so we had to do our best. At about the last 30 minutes of play, we finally caught up.
It wasn't very rewarding. Bah!
Also on Saturday, I talked to my mother again(it's her birthday). Lot of reconciliation happening, especially since I used to never talk to her for practically a year at a time. Our relationship is really starting to improve, after 6 years.
My sister is coming back to Humboldt.
She convinced my dad after making the claim of being drug free for the past two months. Apparently a group of her friends died from an overdose and that changed her perspective on drugs. I hope it did change her, but if it hasn't, she'll be going straight back to Utah.
I'm really concerned about that. Every time a serious reprimand happens to her by my father, my father will start having serious swings of depression. One week after the serious reprimand, he tries to throw me out. I've told him my concerns, but really, I'm powerless to do anything.
Here's hoping.

Oh, and I didn't mention all the moving that has been going on. As I warned earlier, I was going to move a lot of my stuff to my new house, and I did, but getting set up is going to be difficult since the landlord is still fixing the house up.

Story: Once upon a time, a man named "Bill" bought real estate. Bill spent all of his time managing his real estate, and soon he bought more and more real estate. But, over time, Bill developed Alzheimers, and could not take care of his real estate. Bill did not have any relatives alive nor a wife at this point, and so people took advantage of poor Bill. One of the houses, on Sutter st., was occupied by a woman with 7 children and a whole lot of friends. Her children wrote on the walls, her friends would grow pot in the house, and all the tenants there would poach animals and filthily leave the entrails in the garage, where a land of flies flourished. The local Police knew there was trouble at the house, and so they conducted raids, smashing in doors and seizing less-than-legal products. Bill, ailed with Alzheimers, knew nothing about the activities at the house. When Bill would visit the tenants for rent, the people (who knew that he had Alzheimers) would give him $50 and say, "Here's the rent we owe you". For 5 years this continued.
One day, Bill met 2 honest, hard working people who he quickly trusted, giving them power of attorney. These people paid the lady with her 7 children and many friends $500 to leave the house, which they did. Then, they began to clean the house, as well as look for a reliable tenant. They found my father when one of them had to be taken to the hospital for severe injuries (and my father saved him). Now the house has been almost completely redone with new carpet, new walls (one room took 10 buckets of paint, others had to have walls taken off and new walls installed), new everything. The garage has been fixed up so well that it's practically impossible to know what happened in there. The house, now with a fixed yard (and a VERY LARGE garden in the back), is maintained by a tenant of the landlord with schizophrenia, in which the tenant fixes the yard for a waving of $50 of his monthly rent.

And, Um, they lived happily ever after.
THE END.

Ok, I have a term paper and lots of homework to do today! (I have to give copies of my term paper to the class and present it orally), so here's some quick tidbits and I'll go
Erin, if it makes you feel any more confident about your boxer quests (as if you needed any more confidence), I had my fly unzipped all day yesterday. Is that good enough for you? Huh? Huh? Granted, I was wondering where this draft was coming from, but... yeah.

Me and Paul want to get together on Friday for old movie night. Paul is done with school and crew, so he can hang out now. All are welcome.

Bike riding is in order tomorrow. Meghanraye loves to bike. But can I juggle it with school? Any ideas on trails to go that are nearby? Maybe I should consult the Paulie the biker.

I found PM! He's hard to find. He was over at the blue ox mill, and I plan to have breakfast club at the V&N burger bar on Wednesday. The big group of people there should ensure excitement (if not, Meghanraye's grandfather is a REALLY, REALLY interesting person, and he's always there in the morning)

Chris is turning into one of my regular friends.
(I'll have to explain Chris later)
Also, there's a new coworker, Karl, at my workplace. He loves to roleplay, heh. Maybe he can be a helpful filler for me and Evan and crew for the game Shadowrun.

I'm ready for summer!

Unfortunantly, I had something else to say about someone else, but I can't remember whom/what it was!

Suffice to say, while I'm still hammering on this lady at Mad River hospital, I'm look at Banks as potential applicant places. We'll see...

Agh! So much to say! Having all these tidbits (and so short, too!) makes my writing feel... incomplete. I feel like everything written here was forced for time constraints, and so my writing style ain't in any paragraph here (that's right, you heard me, AIN'T.

So, while this is a news update, I think only the house paragraph was decent. Gots to go!

AGH!

The meek shall inherit the Earth... the rest of us will take the stars!
D.