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     I'm back at home now. Well, as of Tuesday of last week. Everyday has been a blur since I got back... I have no reason to keep track of time anymore. That's why I'm up until like 4am and wake up at like 2pm or so. Oh, so my last weekend in Cali was awesome. Abi flew over on Saturday morning. I picked her up from the airport, rented a car, and hit up Santa Monica Beach. We chilled there for most of the day. Niiiiiice. And one other day we went to Palms Thai Restaurant to see Thai Elvis. Dude, I'm totally obsessed with that dude. Too bad he wasn't there. I was bummed. Some stupid white balding fatty impersonator was up there with the speakers turned way too loud doing his singing. I had to yell at Abi just so she could hear me. But good cheap Thai food... makes me happy. Among other things. Then we flew back together to Atlanta. The next morning, she flew to NY. Sad.

Man, last night was totally random. Went over to Andrew's house to hang out with him and Robert and Josh. "Reminiscing" about high school. We'll leave it at that. Having some beers, watching the game, playing a little foosball, watching some dude beat Mario Bros. 3 in 11 minutes... then the fun began. We decided to go to Taco Mac some time between midnight and 1am. We got there already buzzing and ordered quite a few rounds of beer and shots. We saw a bunch of random Walton people there. I'm just glad I don't go there anymore. High school was no fun. So... I have no idea how much we drank, but we drank enough for one of us to pass out. I won't name names, but it wasn't me. Granted, he was a few beers ahead of me, but still... not good to drink til you pass out. It was a nice challenge dragging him out of there. More fun stories about that, but you'll have to personally ask him about it. So I did something stupid right after that... I drove home totally retarded. So stupid. Good thing it was only a few miles. Never doing that again. I got home, and thankfully, I realized I wasn't fully drunk yet. That happened as I walked in. Everything started spinning out of control and I couldn't walk straight once I got into the living room. I had to crawl up the stairs to my bedroom. Then I passed out with a quickness. Woke up in the morning with a mad hangover... puked all over the place. Ok, not all over the place, just in the sink and toilet. Yum. I was good after that though. No more nausea. Slept for another hour just to make sure. Man, I can't believe I'm legally considered an adult. I'm such a dumbass sometimes all the time.

Ok, new design is in the works. Well, continuing to be in the works. Resurrection from September. Yep. Check it: new amazingness. So ya, you can read a little more about the details there. Basically I have a totally new scripting method of creating my html pages. Saves space and time. Umm... oh, new comment box below, too. Temporary location. I didn't know where else to put it, so that's where it'll be until I totally switch over to my new design.

     Ooh. So today, I decided to go riding. I was just so sick of work, so pissed off/frustrated, that around 2pm, I just left. And went for a 3 hour ride around the Fullerton Loop Trail taking pictures. Hehe. Yep, taking pictures. Kinda sketch at times, cuz a few times I was riding around trying to take pictures with one hand while trying to keep a straight line with my other all while hitting random bumps and shit on the trail. Ooh... I took a panoramic series of shots from the highest point on the trail. Beautiful. We'll see how it turns out... too lazy to mess with it right now. Took about 70 pics I think. So the loop is about 12 grueling miles, plus the 6 or so miles back and forth from the trailhead to home... rode about 18 miles. Ooh.

So I got home about to DIE from freakin hunger... First thing I did, prepped the grill for some hot steak action. Oh fuck, I forgot that all the meat's in the freezer. Thank goodness for the defrost button on the microwave. But I needed something to eat immediately. Good ol' standby, chips and salsa. Mmm mmm deilcious. Ooh... then I wanted pasta... begin boiling a pot of water. Ahh, super hunger. Ooh, strawberry yogurt chewy granola. The bestest food in the whole world! Eaten so fast, it made my jaw cramp. Oh well, might as well have another one, hunger = higher priority than pain. Ooh... quesadilla... wait wait wait, no, I can't possibly eat all this food. Put the steak away back in the refrigerator... save it for another day. Decommission mr. grill. Continue with pasta and chips and salsa. So yeah, I had a shit ton of pasta, 1/3 bag of chips and half a jar of salsa. And I'm still kinda hungry. Ooh.

     I think my employer is trying to screw me out of pay. Well, one chick in the HR department, at least. She's trying to tell me coops don't get any benefits, meaning I get no holiday pay. Fucker. Everything's supposed to be sorted out next week. Whatever, I put in holiday time on my timesheet already anyway. I was going to go into work today anyway, but... who wants to work when they can sleep in and fuck around? Exactly.

The continuing misadventures of your faithful... something. so Tuesday night, we went to Tapas Bar/Restaurant to see Rithma play a set. It was tight. Especially when he started singing over his own track! A singing DJ! It was hot.

Mad respect for him. I really like his album "Music Fiction." Elliott's been rockin' that cd for a couple weeks. Before that it was Prefuse 73. For a freakin month. So like "Music Fiction" is like a funky/jazzy tech house kind of album. Well, not really tech house at all, but it's got some techiness to it, but not really... like it has a lot of layers, like the house beat, but then a more rhythmic drive to it... it's hard to explain. Just gotta listen to it. And you MUST listen to it. Oh, as a random sidenote, we were listening to Nancy's mix cd on the way here to Starbucks... she has an interesting taste in music... she had a Missy track, mixed with some other weird track, then another track where the rhythm was simply the syncopation of someone saying "freak." Awesome. So yeah, listen to Rithma, expand your mind. Hot tracks: "Love and Music," "Dream Again," Sagebrush Blues," "I Don't Mind."

Wednesday night, we went to System at the Hollywood Canteen to see... umm, who was it again? Oh yes, that's right, Rithma was playing there. I was in a little bit of a numb happiness there, so I didn't really pay attention to the DJ sets, but I was tripped out by the 1950's trailer sitting off to the back of the dance floor and also the fact that we were "indoors" in the way that there was a tent covering us. I never would've noticed if Elliott didn't point it out. It was a fancy little place.

So back to the trailer... it had fish tanks at either end with couches scattered throughout. Like hot 60's swoopy edged couches. Yeah. Anyway, after that, we went Burbank. Same house as last time with the pool and crackheads. Although, this time they weren't doing anything. Oh, Kahlua cake... mmmm. So as we were heading over there, Elliott was like "we're just gonna see what's going on for about 10 minutes." So knowing what that usually entails... "You mean we're gonna stay 'til the sun comes up?" "Nah, no. I'm kinda tired, I don't wanna stay too long." "Right, right, I gotcha, sun-up." "Dude, no dude, we're gonna be home before then." When we get there, he starts drinking hard cuz we didn't have to go into work the next day... dude picked up and chugged anything that crossed his line of vision. Ok, not really that bad, but he did have a few swigs of rum straight from the bottle, a few glasses of wine, who knows how much beer... So he passes out on the couch, goodnight. Everyone else eventually leaves or goes to sleep, so I figured I'd do the same, found a nice comfortable place on the couch and promptly begin zzz'ing. Woke up around 6am, sun's not up, we have hope yet... "Yo, Elliott..." "Huh, mah bha mah?" "What time do you wanna leave?" "Soon." "Like in an hour?" "Oh, no dude, way before that." Right. 1.5 hours later, sunlight blastling through the blinds... "Yo, Elliott, sun's up." Doh. Didn't get home til after sunrise. As usual. Not like it mattered, cuz we had NO WORK the next day. God, I hate work.

Another sporadic installment of music hotness... songs: Thrice - Stare at the Sun, Nicole - Make It Hot, The Shins - When You Notice the Stripes. Albums I'm rockin': Rithma - Music Fiction, AFI - Sing the Sorrow, Fountains of Wayne - Welcome Interstate Managers.

     Buzz buzzed. hehe. What? That's right, "what." Dude, what's going on? Last week's news, I know, but mp3.com is dying. Oh my god, Cnet.com is killing it.

MP3.com said that after the site's removal, all of the online content on its servers will be deleted and promised that previously submitted musical works in its possession will be destroyed.

Ahhhh! Noooooo!!!! So much music.... accessibility disappearing... Fucking CNet. Bastards. Uh oh, my baby's online, gotta peace ya'll out.

But quickly, albums of the moment once again: Radiohead - "Pablo Honey", Postal Service - "Give Up", Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik", AFI - "Sing the Sorrow", Rithma - "Music Fiction", that Prefuse 73 album I have... so I've been rockin' these albums since I figured out my DVD player could play CD's through the TV. Yep. I swear I'm not slow and retarded. Ok, maybe I could be retarded. Many people could attest to that... buzzin' on a Monday, what? Ok, bye bye.

     So last night was an interesting experience, generationally. Chillin' with my skating buds. 14-16 year old high schoolers. Niiiiice. Ahh, the trials and tribulations of high school. Strange how 5-6 years separate us, that's like a third of their lives, yet I can almost totally relate to them. I thought I couldn't relate to high school anymore, that I had grown out of that and was getting old. I've been hanging out with them for a couple months. My age never really came up til last night when we were talking about jobs and school and stuff. The oldest they ever considered me to be was 17. Crazy. I wonder what that reflects about me... Anyway, I'm just gonna tell you a story about Raymond. Chunky kid. Has a crush on Danny's sister Sandra. He was intent on talking to her, trying for that ever-so-elusive hookup. So for like 2 hours, he was working up the courage to go over there and talk to her. Meanwhile, he asked Juan to pretend to be her so he could practice his suave conversatin' skills. He did that for like an hour. Finally, Juan took Raymond over there. Two hours later, they hadn't come back yet, so Gordo went to check on them. Yep, no score. They ended up playing Halo with Danny instead. Ah, the joys of high school and teenagehood. I'm glad you took the time to read that pointless blurb. Cuz this is my life right now. Hanging out with high school skaters by night, working with elders with families by day. Totally different frames of mind. I prefer the former. Anyway, my skating is not improving. I guess it's probably because both of my ankles were sprained for the past week. I guess I can't improve just by sitting around.

Dude, I'm sorry, but some people are stupid: Woman on Cell Phone Dies in Car Crash.

"She was on a cell phone, talking to a friend," Richmond said. "She told her friend, 'I'm about to get into an accident.' ... The friend heard the crash, the phone went dead."

What retard does that? Oh, context first, if you haven't already read the article... the woman crashed in to a cell phone store, kiling herself. How ironic... So retarded, yes? YES. Darwin Awards, anybody?

Umm... so songs of this hot minute: Outkast - Take Off Your Cool (awesome awesome chillness... with Norah Jones), Eagles of Death Metal - I Only Want You (Zach just now exposed me to the wonders of dance rock), Jimmy Eat World - For Me This Is Heaven, Backstreet Boys - I Need You Tonight (hush, you), Basement Jaxx - Red Alert.

     Hohoho. Went to a house party last night. It was cool. Except for the fact that I fell asleep on their red velvet couch at like 10pm. And in the hot tub. When I was finally awake though, everyone had left or passed out... or doing other things. Not cool. Definitely didn't need to hear that. I was up from like 3-6am, trying to wake Elliott up. Yeah, I must've tried like 10 times. It was crazy. He'd wake up, look at me, nod, then pass out again, straight into snoring mode. Finally got him up around 6am. He had no recollection of my previous attempts at wake his ass up. Jerk. Anyway, He was DJing that night. It was cool. I got to DJ for a bit. But was after everyone was passed out or gone. Yeah! I was playing to a crowd of 1. Except he was asleep. So I did it for like an hour, but by that point, I just couldn't concentrate or something and couldn't even feel the beat. That's fucked up cuz house music is bass at a straight quarter note 4/4 tempo. I suck anyway. It's fun though. Nice chill night.

Oh yeah! We had a team outing yesterday, for work. It was interesting... We went to Camelot to get lunch, putt-putt, and play laser tag. Oh, and 6 of the 10 people were over 40. Then one was in his 30's, 2 were in their mid to late 20's, and then there was me. Dude, playing laser tag with old peeps is where it's at. They were like kids again. Let me just say it's totally weird and fucked up to see people I only see at work letting loose (as much as old people can). My mentor was all hardcore. He was getting pissed that we were camping out and shooting at their base, so he just stood in front of it so we couldn't hit it. Faker. I tried pushing him away, but I was afraid I'd hurt him. Hehe. I was almost afraid for some of them. They looked so fragile. Good times, good times. I hurt my ankles though... cutting back and forth across the floor. Hell yeah, can't hit a moving target with quickness like me. Putt-putt was ridiculous. I had the most random luck. One hole, I'd get a hole-in-one, next hole I'd be at 6 strokes and have to give up. Craaaaazy. I suck at putt-putt. Dude, one of the engineers is such a potty mouth. But she was pretty much straight out of college, so it's all good. Umm... yes, I hurt this morning. I don't understand. My legs hurt. Maybe it was because I was running into random things laser tagging. Oh! Speaking of tagging... you gotta check this out. Lazy man's tagging. So awesome. On their main webpage www.hektor.ch they have a PDF description of the method behind it. Tight, yo.

Those of you on the east coast, don't forget to check out the total lunar eclipse tonight around 8:00. Yeeeeeah. Everywhere else in the states will only see a partial eclipse. It's gonna last about a half hour. The moon's supposed to be blood red. Ok, not really "blood" red, but that just sounds cooler.

Songs of the moment: Mest - Electric Baby, Prefuse 73 - Perverted Undertone, Kid Koala - Radio Nufonia, Steel Train - I Want You Back (Jackson 5 cover!), Home Grown - Kiss Me Diss Me.

Thoughts of the moment: Abi.

     It's raining ash. Seriously. Yesterday I was skating around and shit just kept flying into my eyes. Ash. From the wildfires that are going on around here. Yes, they're so big that ash is being blown all the way over to Anaheim. 300,000 acres have succumbed to a fiery death thus far. And it smells like burning. The skies have been a dirty orange for the past few days. Not cool says I. And it was like over 90 degrees today. Doesn't the weather realize it's the end of October and not the middle of July? Dude, it's like hotter now that it was when I first got to Cali. Something about the Santa Ana winds... instead of winds blowing in from the ocean like usual, the Santa Ana winds blow in from the east... yep, where all that desert is.

Oh, I haven't done this for awhile... song of the moment: Thrice - Stare at the Sun. More songs: Monica - Angel of Mine, Backstreet Boys - I Need You Tonight, Smilez & Southstar - Tell Me, Crispy's Freestyle rap, Cody Chesnutt - Look Good in Leather, Junior Senior - Move Your Feet, Black Eyed Peas - Shut Up, Outkast - Ghettomusick, some Eastern Youth song... it's in Japanese and I can't type in Japanese. Uh... albums, Outkast's "Speakerboxxx/The Love Below", Yellowcard's "Ocean Avenue," Rithma - "Music Fiction," Elliott Payne's new mix cd that he just gave me. It's tight.

     So I went home for fall break 2 weekends ago. It was a great break. Best fall break EVER! And not just cuz I didn't do anything my other fall breaks... Yeah. So I spent most of the weekend chillin' with Abi. Saturday, we went to Helen for Oktoberfest with 3 of her friends. Crazy people... they happened to be like her only girl friends. I was stuck in a carful of loud hyperactive girls. But they were mad cool. Picture 1... I wasn't drunk or anything at all this weekend, I just look weird. Picture 2... Abi decided to take a picture of herself. Picture 3, Mary El, one of the hyperactive girls, is singing along to the radio at the top of her lungs (as was everyone else) to that Kelly Clarkston song... I even have a video of it... if you want to see it, let me know, I might let you... hehe, quality. Picture 4... me and Abi! I don't know what we were doing. Picture 5, the girly girls chillin, having a beer. Picture 6, the girly girls slightly under the influence, but not really. Picture 7, whoa, we actually saw Jason at Oktoberfest! What a surprise!... not really. So the next day was Sunday. I spent the day with the fam, installing new gutter guards on the house. We had dinner at a Thai restaurant. Mmm... so good. Then Abi and I went to Kham's place to watch a no so good chick flick ("Down With Love," I think?) on his brand spankin' new tv that a bunch of us bought for his b-day. Happy belated 22nd! Yeah, his b-day was over a month ago. So picture 8, it's nice to see Jon hasn't lost his hardcoreness. \m/ Rock on. Picture 9, a small part of the crew chillin' on the couch, watching tv. Picture 10... oooh, pretty shiny new tv! So Abi and I left after the movie cuz we were going hiking with my sister and her roommates and a friend the next morning at Amicalola Falls. Picture 11... yeah, I think Jen and Monica were a little pissed we showed up an hour late... we got lost. I wasn't driving, obviously, cuz I never get lost. Heh. Soo.... hiking! Picture 12... aww, how cute. Shh! Picture 13, random shot of our hiking peeps. Picture 14, I was occupied with Abi's phone for some reason. That was near where we stopped and turned back... the pole to the left was used as a catapult to launch rocks across the dirt road. Yay, anarchy. Picture 15, roommate bonding, doing some crazy ass jig while Daniel was singing some song falsetto. If you want to see a video of THAT, you're gonna have to be extremely nice to me, cuz it's golden. So... then we went to a pumpkin patch and an apple orchard afterward. Picture 16... funny stuff, they don't like people stealing apples, so they put up a warning... that scarecrow thing is hanging from a noose with a sign on it labelling it "apple thief." Tuesday, Abi and I barely had enough time to see Matchstick Men before I had to leave. We woke up way late and time passed so quickly. Sucky ending, but good movie though. That was my fall break. Not too hectic, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Oh, here's a good pic from Amicalola:

I know Abi will like it cuz she never likes the way she looks in pics. :) Shh! Don't tell her I said that... Just playin, Abi.

Yesterday I skated for like 5 hours with the neighbors and a bunch of their friends. Dude, it was awesome. Skating with a bunch of people who are good makes you so much better. I can ollie up curbs now, ollie pretty high going kinda fast, and kick flip (can't exactly land it yet), and I got my first taste of a rail. I did my first 50-50! Not really... it was kinda a 50-50, except I just jumped onto the board that was already sitting on the rail. But whatever, you gotta start somewhere. Oh! And I didn't even come close to spraining my ankle! Hell yeah!
Then I went to Hollywood with Elliott to help out with his friend's loft party. It was RIDICULOUS. I didn't think so many people would be there. We had a supposed limit of 300 max capacity, but if they had the cash, they were partying up stairs. I helped Elliott work the table. I got to be the bracelet putter-onner. Important job... those bracelet thingies let security know you've paid to get in. Otherwise you were getting a beatdown if you weren't where you were supposed to be. Not really. So let's see... we had a rumor that a fire marshall was here to inspect our overcapacity, a cop showed up for some reason, and we had a supposed gas leak. The gas leak cleared out the place more than the threat of a cop did... It wasn't even a leak, someone accidentally turned on the stove. That was it. The party went on until about 6am I think. We left just before that... but the hosts made a profit, and a huge one at that. When they ran out of alcohol, people still kept coming in. It was all about the DJ selection, I guess. Some pretty popular locals were mixing. So we left, hit up a McD's for a little breakfast, and continued on our way to an after party. Good times. I fell asleep for a few minutes, but aside from that, I didn't sleep until I got home later that day... We chilled by the people's pool, as the hosts and guests fell asleep one by one... Elliott taught me how to fine tune my mixing skills for about an hour. I wanna be a DJ now. Kind of. Then we realized the party was dead, so we left. It was about 10:30 am. Then we decided to hit up Venice Beach. Niiiiice place. It was a good temperature out too. So we walked around, ate some lunch, and took off. Got home, and slept on and off until just past midnight. Got plenty of sleep in preparation for work today. Gay. Work sucks. I hate working. But that continuing narrative saga shall have to continue another day, for surely I have far surpassed your attention span by now. Goodnight, fair ladies and gents.

     I don't know what I'm doing anymore. With anything. I probably never did. I'm close to 22... everyone I went to high school with is graduating this coming spring. And I'm sitting here, not even having taken a single 3000 level class (well, except random signals, but that was worthless), but with enough hours to be counted as a senior. And I'll be stuck here for another 2 years, graduating spring of 2005 at the earliest. And I'm contemplating a change in major. To what, I do not know, I just know I loath programming, abstract thought, electricity. And work... I absolutely hate it. I sit in front of my computer, never motivated enough to open my project folder and get shit done. Any shit. Programming... yeah, I hate it. Oh, management of change? Fuck that. Design safety review? If people can't use the equipment safely as it is, they shouldn't be out there in the first place. You obviously keep your fingers out of fast moving equipment. Oh, electrical connection drawings... Fun. I get to drag and drop blocks in AutoCAD, edit some text, copy and paste, and do it all over again. Tedious as fuck. Project management? Fuck that shit. It'll get done eventually, I have my timeline. Every task just keeps getting pushed closer and closer to the day I leave. Hell, all I've really done on this project is write a glorified process description and how I want to automate it. A fucking 12 page long technical paper. I started it about 2 weeks after I got here, and we just now had the first group review of my draft. Yep. Took me about a month to "write" it. I figured I should do something, since they were paying me, so towards the end of that month, I spent half a day writing essentially the whole thing. Dude, it's just a fucking process description, I just describe how some equipment should work. The review today... lasted an agonizing 2 hours. Twice as long as I had scheduled the review for. They all kinda tore it apart, but not as much as I expected. Then afterwards, an engineer in the meeting congratulated me on having such a smooth and fast review. Apparently, a usual review of a document like that draws out over 3-4 two hour meetings. He was like "most of that time is usually spent nitpicking over wording and intentions" or something like that. Oh, thanks, apparently I can write in english, great accomplishment there. Then later my mentor came up to me and was like "don't let this get to your head or anything, but I've gotten a lot of very positive feedback from everyone. They're all extremely surprised that a coop was capable of what you've done so far. I've never had a coop involved with a project of this magnitude and involvement. You're doing what most engineers wait 5-10 years to do. You're doing a great job." Oh, yeah, I definitely won't let that get to my head cuz I know engineers who are at that 5-10 year level. And they're retards. No offense to them or anything, they do their work fairly well, but anything anyone does here does not require a college education. I mean, look at me, already doing such "advanced" work, and I KNOW I haven't learned a damn thing from college. I'm pretty fucking sure college has dumbed me down. And it's not even just school and work... it's other things I'd rather not talk about. I'm more lost than ever.

     Old news. Yes. useless knowledge. I like it. Here's some more. Uh... so I have nothing to talk about. So I'll try to ramble...? Stream of consciousness... "this love has taken it's toll on me, she said goodbye too many times before..." yep, listening to Maroon 5 right now. Me and Jacob are talking about that stupid ass show "Newlyweds." Jessica Simpson has got to be the most retarded person ever. She's so fucking annoying. And does she even realize how much of a fool she's making of herself? Even Nick is getting his knocks in (yes... in more ways than one... I'm jealous... sort of... not really...). If I were Nick, I'd divorce her in a second. YES, I DID say that. I'm not that shallow that I'd be with a girl simply cuz she was way hot with an amazing body and a cute face... well, probably. Hehe. A girl I'm with has got to at least know that buffalo wings aren't made from buffalos. Ooh. My arm feels weird. My left one. The one with the huge ass chunk of skin missing. It feels numb. Like when you hang your arm over a chair for too long and the blood just starts to come back... except it's been like that all day. It sucks. Ooh... good song... haha: Jacob: "she just said: 'I'm gonna be 23, which is almost 25, which is almost mid-twenties'. fucking idiot" Oh, good song = Outkast's (the Andre 3000 half) remake of "My Favorite Things" from that musical I can't think of right now... yeah, I know everyone knows it, but I'm just dumb right now. Anyway, it has a drum and bass beat under a jazzy sax and piano interpretation of the melody. Tiiiiiiiight. Elliott thinks it's cold here in Starbucks. Not I. It's nice. Everyone's so fat in America. All I see are fat asses standing in line drooling over the thought of a venti chocolate brownie frappuccino. Eww. I hate smelling like coffee when I leave, but I never notice it until I leave. Make sense? No? Well forget you then. "Yo. yo yo yo yo... I do any and everything you want to. Make your girl say 'Ooh ooh.'...." I love my new headphones. Such incredible noise attenuation... 10dB... *drool like the fatties in the Starbucks line*. So comfortable. Soooo soft. but they get a little hot since they totally enclose my ears. Yeah! Oh, dude, today was the California recall vote off. Heck yeah, I hope they get a new GOVERNATOR!!!! Actually, I watched a replay of the gubernatorial debate on Sunday... Arnold is surprisingly strong debator. His tactic was basically to talk over everyone until they stopped talking, and then make his stand on issues. Like... education: he's gonna bring in afterschool programs to the public school system. Economy: by supporting afterschool programs, this will somehow make the economy stronger. Immigration: oh, if we have afterschool programs, then immigration concerns won't be so bad. Race equality: screw proposition 54, afterschool programs are where it's at. Well, that's what I got out of the debate. I only watched about 30 minutes of it. Happy Thanksgiving. Oh wait, it's not Thanksgiving yet. Not even November yet... I wish it were. I wanna go back home. So fucking sick of work. Today I realized I have to do a shit ton of tedious programming shit. And with an old ass programming package that doesn't even support tag names. So I get to deal with every I/O point as a number like I:010/01 or B3/100 and other stupid shit like that. I hate programming. Have I ever mentioned that? Yes, programming sucks. They should offer a major that combines the best parts of electrical engineering with the best parts of mechanical. I would be totally all about that. Even better would be acoustical and audio engineering combined. Uh oh, gotta go, talking to my most favorite sister in the whole world.

     It's a Monday. Just past 8:00 pm. I'm at Starbucks. And I have about a quarter bottle of Bacardi in me. Yes, it feels so good. I'm gonna be extra careful typing, cuz I don't wanna be as retarded as I was that last time... although, I admit I'm not nearly as fucked up as that time... It's fun playing games with people in this state of mind. One person in particular... hehehe. So much fun. Guess what?! I'm gonna be back in ATL in FOUR days. Ya'll better watch out now. Uh... I don't really have much to talk about except that work sucks as usual and I'm never working for Kimberly Clark because they're all brainwashed folk who are totally out of touch with reality. Who fucking cares about preventative planning against such events as planes fucking crashing into the mill? When the hell is that ever going to happen? And when the hell is a roller from a conveyor just suddenly just going to fall from the ceiling and kill someone? I put a dent in my rear bike wheel today. Didn't hop high enough and slammed into the curb. Gay. Oh yeah, I got new pedals. Hardcore BMX-type pedals with spikes. Them spikes sure tear up the shin skin. I'm improving my technical skills... i can bounce around in place on my bike for about 10 seconds now. Hell yeah. And I can pop a wheelie and pedal about 2 revolutions before I lose balance. And I can jump onto a wall and hold it there. But then, when I did that the last time... I fucking fell lost balance and sprained my ankle. Third time in fucking 2 weeks. I'm so retarded. I wonder if there's a Guinness Book record for most number of times an ankle has been sprained. I'd be a front runner. DUde... like every week freshman year I sprained my left ankle. Here, More than every week I've sprained my left ankle. And then the summer of 2001 when I managed to have 2 sprained ankles at the same time. Weak. Abi... 4 days.

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