I was Tricked

Where did I leave off from last time?
*looks at his blog*

Oh, that's right.

Ok. A lot of stuff happened between now and then. After finishing my last blog, I promptly went to bed and SLEPT!

Though, it wasnt easy. I'm trying to shift my schedule towards a more morning-ish time. I think it's working.

Anyway, I got up late, and promptly (there's that word again!) went over to my landlord's house to work. Once there, she started me out with using a gas powered weedwhacker... which I broke. Next, she had me use a chainsaw to cut wood into fireplace sized pieces. During that time, I felt like Nick Ash from the Evil Dead/Army of Darkness series, but that fantasy quickly came to a halt when the chainsaw ran out of gas and neither one of us could open the gas cap (we discovered later that it takes a magical tool called a SCREWDRIVER to open it). In desperation, we whipped out a wood chipper and began chipping wood. But, that thing got jammed (and was even burning wood)! So, we had to spend quite a bit of time just dislodging stuck wood by disassembling the bastard chipper from hell!

After all the failures, we decided to do lunch. I was served expensive salmon with Tillamook cheese and crackers, and the rarest tea in the world -- white tea. It's said, that the tips of the leaves can only be picked 2 days out of the year. It's yummy tea!

There were other things to eat, but they were of negligible importance.

After that, we got back to the chipper, and everything seemed to go right. What's more, we were just turning out wood mulch at an insane pace! It was awesome.

After I decided to stop working for the day, I decided that
1) I must have a Bjork CD!
2) I must surprise visit someone at their workplace!
3) I must visit Meghannraye! (though that was after I called her house)

So, I ordered everything up, 1, 3, 2, and set off (Meghannraye threatened that she was leaving for some party if I didn't come soon enough, so 3 came before 2)

I decided to visit the pawn shop in my endless quest for Bjork CDs, because the pawn shop sells CDs at a fair price - $5.00/CD.

Unfortunantly, the Pawn Shop didn't have any Bjork. Strangely, that pawn shop always seems stocked with Anime tapes and music CDs, and so I bought a few soundtracks which are as follows: Trigun, West Side Story (to get Paul to sing (just for kicks)), The Breakfast Club (to mess with the Breakfast Club (I still haven't seen the movie)), and some other CD-can't remember off the top of my head at the moment! Oh well.

I decided that I wasted so much time at the pawn shop that I should just immediately go to Meghannraye's house, so I did. When I got there, I found sausage lying on the counter, and a whole bunch of cola cases (full) lying on the ground. I wondered if there was a party going on or something! She said "No" (and she was right) and asked me if I'd like a milkshake.

I, being one who likes milkshakes, did not decline. I didn't think about it at the time, but she had the blender container in the fridge, with milkshake already ready. She took it out, dumped the milkshake in a glass, and gave it to me. Then, she left for the bathroom, leaving me and the milkshake alone.

As I took a sip and felt a burning sensation along with chocolate go down my throat, I realized what was up:

I was tricked.

The milkshake was spiked. Damn!

She came back and started giggling. I hadn't drank in a long time, and I hadn't even had alcohol cross my mind for many months. Realizing my own downfall at that moment (what with an empty stomach and all) I decided that I was stuck with 3), and promptly struck out 2).

I drank more and more of this "milkshake", and we both decided to go to the beach. Sort of dangerous, maybe, but I don't think there was very much alcohol in either of our bodies; Surely not enough for someone over 21 to worry about (legal-wise). At the beach, we hung out and talked, fought over sandals (I will not forget going to the river in Willow Creek without sandals), whereby I got sand in my nose (For some reason, I inhaled through my nose when my face was plowed in the ground)! It didn't hurt to inhale it at all, strangely, but I did have dried-out sinuses for the rest of the night (probably because of the salt content). We had fun, though.

Back at her house, we did a lot of talking (uh, and drinking) for a long time and then I left (after finally feeling sober) for home.

I had a strange dream that night, one involving tons of women chasing after me, some I knew and some I didn't, through a combined Eureka/Arcata/McKinleyville town. I was running away from them all, but enjoying every minute of it. I ran to a very large church (much like this one), and SLAMMED the door behind me. I locked the door, and it rattled like a battering ram was hitting it. I immediately ran to the head priest guy and begged him to take me in (though I didn't want to), and he agreed. He stated that the place was holy ground, and I would be safe as a monk (This was in the big part of the church - with benches and stuff). He gave me some robes and stuff, and I immediately did monk stuff as if I knew what to do. As I passed other monks (with their hoods), I became friendly to them, greeting them like I had known them forever. Then, the monks all took off their hoods...

They were all women.

They cornered me in the church, pushing me against the wall, begging me for something of me(I don't quite remember -- this was 2 night ago!), but I woke up right then.

Next day: I got up and did my laundry. While the washer at the SpeedWash did the work, I decided to visit Adrienne, since I was having Japanese class later in the day and I knew she is enthusiastic about Japanese. I caught her as she was getting a tarot card reading from some hippy guy (you could tell the guy meant no harm. Kind of a strange feeling to be around him. Maybe it's just me, though) Though Adrienne didn't want to do any japanese that day (not surprised!), she did corner me into cooking on Tuesday with her. I left after that to go put my laundry in the dryer. When I got all of that done, I quickly rounded up the people for japanese class (3 of them, all who need rides) and took the plunge to sensei's. It was kind of weird. The people that I got together kept bunching behind me like I was the leader or something. Meh, whatever. We went in and did some rooty-tooty 1st and 2nd grade japanese stories involving vegetables taking baths and bugs. It was smashing.

Those Japanese have crazy weird stories!

After taking most everyone home, I was left with a guy named Eric. I didn't really know him when I gave him a ride, but I have quickly (at a staggering pace) befriended him. Eric is a 22 year-old hardcore buddhist, who has had a child already (but given her up for adoption), and wants to go to Tibet. I got Eric work under my landlord like that *snaps fingers* and we both had dinner at my house (along with Erin! Good god, the Metrosexual's back! And he's caught something from drinking too much! (did I get that right, Erin?) ), after that, we left my house and, although I was planning on sleeping over at Meghannraye's for the night (we were planning on bicycle riding in the morning), watched a movie. There, I learned Eric's history of Pennsylvania-ness (Transylvania in disguise? You know that the vampires are the true leaders of our nation, right?), how his girlfriend is yet another tarot card reader, and so forth.
I left before the movie even reached its half point, since it was getting late and I had to crash at Meg's house. I bizzed all the way to Loleta, fell asleep for 10 hours at her house (after being awake for only 10 hours), and, because of the weather, had breakfast at Hoyler's instead (I think I spelled that wrong!).

I had more weird dreams.

I had one involving a board game dealing with Super Mario Brothers (the original 1985 version, baby!), specifically world 1-2 (I used to play that level over and over and over and over when I was 5. I know only one other level, so don't think i'm that geekish!). You rolled dice to determine what to do. Being a board game with lots of tokens to put on, It turned into a battle full of marios and stuff: me and my friends vs. my brother. Weird? You bet!

Another dream involved me hanging out with Meghannraye at my house. I felt hungry, and it was 4 in the morning, so I left for WinCo to get food. When I got there, the clock said 9:30 -- which, due to my dream logic, meant the clock was 90 minutes fast and it was 7:00. According to my dream, 7:00 was when I had to be to work. I was late! So, I ran into WinCo, got a muffin, came out, and Meghannraye was there in her car to take me to work at blazingly fast speed. A blizzard was falling in Eureka (which doesn't happen in this coastal town) and so she was spinning everywhere. She decided to go to the left of Samoa bridge (covered in 4 feet of snow), which, in my dream, was a ramp full of junk machinery -- and a dropoff point (it was like a new lane being added to the samoa bridge, but not. Just saying that to give the right idea). I told her to stop, and we barely stopped before the dropoff point. The car had flipped, and I got out, lifted her Pontiac Sunfire over my head, and threw it on the ground, right-side-up. I got out into the snow, walking to work (it's 9 miles from the point i was at), seeing people scraping snow from their cars with their hands.

Woke up again.

16 bit western songs. Now those are good tunes!

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One-A3, introduced to me by Paul, long before those silly Saprono people ever used it as their song (silly Sopranos! Still haven't seen your show!)
D.