Early in the Morning

Got up late today, ate a little, exercised, went to work. I ended up working in receiving 'cuz there was a whole lotta freight for today. I plugged through it and just left four boxes unfinished which is pretty darn good. I like working hard.

Felicity Fracas

Earlier today I was watching a program on the television about the Tokyo Game Show 05. I was kinda curious to see what the next gen consoles were going to be doing in the next year so I was fairly enthralled in the show. My brother comes in from school and sees that I'm watching television and then promptly begins screaming at me that "Felicity" is on and that I needed to get the #$%& off the television. "Felicity" is a television program that's very much a soap-opera that my brother has started watching with a religious fervor. I don't like it when people scream and curse at me so I refuse to change the channel. He EXPLODES and begins hurling obscenities at me and threatens my person. It's getting out of control so I retreat upstairs 'cuz I don't want to get into a fracas with him. His "Felicity" fixation is getting out of hand.....

John-79 Moths-0

The tide has turned! No moths in the past two days, looks like they're gone for now.

There was an incredible thunderstorm earlier, not a whole lotta rain, but a whole lotta atmospheric friction. Boom! Craunch! Etc.

I dunno what to say here

What a weekend.

The wedding was..... oh my God.... the wedding was... I dunno. The groomsmen were part of some sort of historical reenactment thing, but I have no idea what they were supposed to be reenacting because they all wore these yellow uniforms with black sashes and they had medals and I had no idea what the %*@& !~^ was going on. I felt so out of place, I only knew the person who wanted me there for "support" cuz she herself felt uncomfortable. There was some guy in chainmail and a huge furry cape-thing who carried around an enormous sword. The priest-person belonged to the Church of Universalism of something like that, it was weird. There also weren't enough chairs so half of the guests were standing (this was on the beach). The food was excellent though. They had a nice caterer and there was a chocolate fondue fountain so the whole evening wan't a scratch.

That all was on saturday. Yesterday I had to drive home (it's a 5 1/2 hour drive), and that kinda stank. Went up highway 1, and I was driving a rental so I did some crazy-ass junk, taking 25 mph turns @ 40mph and other fun stuff like that. Highway 1 is such a great stretch of road, nothing quite else like it in CA.

Now I'm bushed and need to take care of all the homework and other stuff I negelected to do over the weekend.

Sentimental Fool

I swear, sometimes I got completly soft in the head. Being here at my grandparents house has made me all nostalgic and teary eyed. I haven't visited them for awhile and I think that I've been feeling rather guilty about that.

It's nice though, I feel like I'm on vacation.

Taking off.....

I'm leaving for the weekend to visit me gran-mum's house. I'm also going to a wedding in Morro Bay. It seems like I've been going to quite a few of them this year.

My interveiw with the Wheaton counselor went well I think. Now I get an answer anytime between Oct. 15- Nov. 15.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Sam!

Happy Trails.....

The Suesoffs, family friends, are moving to Kansas. This makes me sad. They're really open, fun people to be around. I spent about four hours this evening hanging out with them and having alota fun. It was a nice recharge. I had duck enchaladas which were, frankly, unique. I sopke at length with Mr. Suesoff, George, and they were the Right Words at the Right Time. Seriously. I kinda went over there on a whim, a sorta last hurrah, and I end up having a very meaningful conversation with a guy I respect a great deal. He's a real man. He's a rancher and works hard with his hands. He's a real man. Anyways, to speak about the particulars of the conversation would kinda ruin it so I'll abstain. It was really good though. I think it really prepared me for my interview tomorrow. Pray for me!

Putting on the Pounds

It had come to my attention a coupla months back that I was strting to develop "love handles," a prospect that I didn't find the least bit attractive. I weighed around 155, and was feeling really outa shape in general. So I cut out my desserts, began to workout, and started jump-roping every day for 30min. I now weigh 'round 160 and am probably in the best shape I've been in since junior year in HS. Love handle thingies are gone and most of my clothes aren't fitting as well as they used to (pants are looser and shirts are tighter). It's harder then it used to be though, I rather suspect that I'll need to contiue to curtail my diet and improve my nutrition if I wanna stay in shape.

Fear

I find that when I start to write these bloggy things, I tend to vent and whine a bit. This kinda bugs me 'cuz I don't like it when people whine. But, I feel like I need to voice some stuff.

It seems like my mind has been dominated by fear alot the last coupla months. Alot of things have been uncertain, and I've been making some risky decisions, and it's all starting to wear a little thin. I've also been working alot and it's taking me a while to get back into the swing of school. I'm getting a bit fatigued I guess....... It's times like these that I really wish I had someone I could talk to. I know I should be pray'n an all, and I do, but, I dunno, I want something...... Corporeal. Most of my friends are younger then myself, or I'm not used to talking with them in a serious manner, so I got nada 'round here. I just feel so lonely. And I also realize I'm feeling really self-centered, which isn't good. I need a girlfriend. Or something. I dunno. Maybe a parrot? hurm. I miss having a person around who I was comfortable enough to be honest with.

I have my Wheaton phone interview on wednesday.

Are you living in the real world?

Put on Some Pants!

For the most part I like living at my parents house. Free food, free board.... I've got it made. I kinda miss not having them around all the time. The one thing that bugs me alot though, is that my Dad doesn't wear pants after nine. I don't know what it is. After nine it seems like he's done with pants for the day and off they come. Just walks around in his skivies like he's three. It's just.... distasteful.

And the moths are back. Killed -no joke- eleven yesterday and three today.

Dum-dadum-dum

I sent in my Wheaton application today, won't know until mid October if I made it in.

Urk.

Hey, I ate there!

I was perusing an news site when I found an article about Bandai and Namco merging, and I saw this:

"Although relatively unknown, Namco also operates various businesses outside of games. Its most successful non-gaming business is the Italian Tomato restaurant chain, a popular franchise that can be found throughout Japan. "

Something rang a bell and I went through some pictures I took on a trip I took to Japan and low and behold, I'd eaten at an "Italain Tomato" restaurant. I dunno, I thought it was interesting.....

Work/school/work/school/school/work/school/work......... Must break cycle.......Must have fun....... Must get sleep......

Weirdest dream....

I had a dream about infiltrating a chinese jail. It was really vivid so I remember alota things about it. I had to shave my head and get a tattoo on my shoulder and pretend to be mentally damaged. The whole thing revolved a rather ridiculous premise and their was an even sillier execution of the story, but it's staying with me pretty well and I remember the pain of getting the tattoo. That's really weird 'cuz I've never gotten a tattoo before, so I suppose I was imgaining what it felt like........ which all in all in kinda strange

Bleeding all over the place

Today was the sorta day that bled. Ever have that sorta thing? When everything feels raw and hypersensitive? It always makes me feel uber empathetic when this happens.

Went to Stven Bouman's first football game and pretty much ended up babysitting his two younger brothers which I was cool with. He didn't play though, he was supposed to be the starting tight end but he got bumped by a senior due to seniority (and the "bumper" is the team captain). So he sat on the sideline all evening.

PSP

The new Firmware 2.0 patch for the PSP was released so I'm typing this from my PSP cuz now it can access the internet. It's really hard cuz there's no keyboard. This took me bout 8 min.

I'm a Complete and Utter Bastard

There's this woman who's in my speech class, and she will not be quiet. It wouldn't bother me so much except that what she says typically has nothing to do with topic at hand other then she wants to share her opinion. And oh, she has an opinion about everything. I just want to throttle the lady.
Then comes the day where your class gives introduction speeches and you find out that the woman has abused by her husband for twenty years and finally was able to break away from him. Then you feel like a complete and utter bastard for having thought murderous thoughts about her. Then you're confused because you still don't like the lady but you feel very sorry for her.

And that was my third day back at school.

Reporter: Good afteroon, this is a trasncript of an interview I did with local college student John Coffman. This young man has just finished his first week back in college after three months of blissful halycon days. Mr. Coffman was clearly exhausted during our interview but was still willing to go through with it.

Reporter: Hello. Mr. Coffman.
Coffman: Howdy Bill.
Reporter: So, what's it like going to back to school John? What were your first impressions?
Coffman: Well, it's the same thing it's always been, long periods of boredom punctuated by periods of absolute tedium.
Reporter: So you think you're classes are boring this semseter?
Coffman: Sorta, I'm taking Public Speaking, Spanish 4, American Government, and Psychology; subjects which I not really interested in. I'm bored between classes when I have an hour and a half where I have sit around before the next class starts.
Reporter: Are your teachers good?
Coffman: My psychology teacher is a nutter-
Reporter: [interjects] -A nutter?
Coffman: A nutter, ya'know, "not all the spark plugs are firing".
Reporter: You question her sanity?
Coffman:........ Yes.
Reporter: Huh.
Coffman:Huh.
Reporter: So...... How's your Wheaton application going?
Coffman: Next question please.
Reporter:Do you think you'll be accepted?
Coffman:........ aaaaand I think we're done.
[takes off his microphone and walks off stage]