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.