Forty-Eighth Entry

It has been 17 days since my last entry. Instead of listing all of the things I have done in these last 17 days, I will talk about the highlights:

Last Weekend

Last weekend, Louis and I trekked down to lovely San Luis Obispo. My friend Micah was in town all the way from Boston for the three day weekend, so I thought I should visit her since I never get to see her anymore. (For those of you wondering, Micah is a good friend of mine that used to live in my same dorm freshman year at Cal Poly.) It was great to see her again. We didn't get to spend much time together. **sniff**
Time line:
Saturday
- Drove into town at approx 6pm on Saturday and visited Mylinh at the 24hr relay at SLO High.
- Went on over to Mylinhs house and visited with Chiaki.
- Drove downtown and ate at Golden China, a formerly crappy buffet joint, but recently transformed into a Chinese food Mecca!
- Strategically parked next to the Mission on a street that is lightly traveled by vehicles as to provide a secret sobering up/napping spot after a heavy night of drinking.
- Commence heavy night of drinking by first visiting Frog and Peach, then Spikes, and then back to Frog and Peach.
- Wander around downtown, urinating in various locales.
- Back to the truck for sobering nap. Lisa would not want me to drive in my condition. **halo**
Sunday
- Woke up around 2am and drove to our final resting spot for the night, the parking lot at Mylinhs house.
- Woke up around 8am and drove to SLO High to drop off much appreciated Krispy Kreme doughnuts for Mylinh and crew.
- Drove over to the "24hr" bathroom at Cal Poly to use the toilet and to wash up a bit. How vagrant of us!!!
- Drove to 7-11 to get a paper so as to complete the Sunday crossword. Louis and I almost finished it!!
- Met with Micah for breakfast around 11am and went to McClintocks. Very good and large breakfast!! Very spendy though.
- Dropped off Micah at her place of stay and went to Motel 6 to finally dump our stuff off at our room for the night. No luck, no clean rooms yet.
- Drove to the train station and parked and napped at approx 1pm.
- Met up with Mylinh and Liz at Mylinhs pad at 2pm and went downtown shopping. Actually, Louis, Liz and Mylinh shopped, I was just an innocent bystander.
- We hung out at Mylinhs house after, for a while, and then went to Motel 6. We watched Forrest Gump and the 9/11 special complete with dead bodies on HBO.
- Then we went to Micahs place of stay and hung out for a bit at 10:30pm.
- Then Louis and I went downtown and drank a little at Frog and Peach, where Mylinh met up with us. But Louis wussed out after one beer and said he was "tired" and did not want to drink anymore.
- At the early hour of midnight, we went to the hotel and fell asleep.
Monday
- Woke up at 9am, and watched two episodes of Trading Spaces. Hay on the wall is gross!
- Went to Margies diner at 11am and ate a giant breakfast/lunch/dinner. It was giant!!
- Went to Mylinhs and hung out for a long time.
- Then we left at about 5pm.

That is all.
It was a fast and fun weekend. Im sure there were more things we did, I just cant remember. A lot of sleeping though.

Last Night

Went to a Giants game courtesy of Jen. Thanks Jen! They lost, 7-3. oh well. It was fun. I enjoyed the game a lot. It was fun just getting to hang out with all my amigos outside the usual setting of someones house, or a restaurant. The food was expense, so I just bought a bag of Kettle Corn, a beer, a lemonade and ate everyone elses leftovers. haha

A Couple of Saturdays Ago

I went, with friends, to the SLHS production of Fuddy Meers. My brother is in the play, but not the night he went. He is going to be in it tomorrow night. They rotated some of the actors to be fair to all...ahh...such is the High School way.

They all did very well. The play was a lot funnier than I thought it would be from just reading the script and running lines with my brother. I especially like it when the stroke victim cusses, but noone can understand it because she is speaking "Stroke Talk". I was very surprised that the High Schoolers could perform as well as they did.

Watching the play has made me wonder if I could ever be an actor. I could study at the Royal Academy in London and become the next big thing. Or not.

One Week and One day ago

I turned 24. Not a brutally traumatizing experience, but one that has made me think that I should put the pedal to the metal and try to accomplish some of the things I want to do in life. NOT! I still have a lot of time left to: start a family too early, get stuck in a job I hate and die in a pool of my own vomit.

Forty-Seventh Entry

It has been 11 days since I last wrote in my blog. In this span of time I have:

- got my truck back
- had an interview
- had a successful garage sale
- went to class twice
- continued substituting
- applied for two jobs
- went to Palo Alto twice
- went from 3rd to 1st place on the Survivor Pick-em
- watched countless hours of TV including the coolest Season Finale ever!!!(Alias)
- went to San Francisco twice
- allowed my room to revert to pig sty mode
- ate at In 'n Out with Louis
- had some super nasty pizza at CPK
- drank three or four pearl teas
- slept a lot

Thats all. I'm sure there is more, but I cannot remember at this point in time.

Forty-Sixth Entry

Apparantly, "shootin' for tomorrow" can also mean not tomorrow. Today he told me "hopefully tomorrow". I am beginning to think that these fuckers know exactly when my car is going to be ready, but instead of telling me straight up when, they are just lying to me and stringing me along. I am really going to go ballistic in two seconds.

I will never, ever, ever ever ever use this Body Shop ever again.

That felt good. Of course I realize that all the delays are out of their control(mis-delivered parts, etc.) and I just want a scapegoat for all this. I guess I should just blame it all on the guy who hit me.

Today was the worst subbing day in the history of subbing. The fifth graders at Washington are absolutely, unbelievably behaviorally challenged. They do not know how to respect someone, they do not know how to respect each other, and they just plain don't know anything about common decency. I feel really sorry for their regular teacher. She must have had a tough time with them at the beginning of the school year. They were such horrible kids!!!

Tomorrow, I go back to Washington, but for a different teacher and different grade...3rd. And we all know what that means!!! It means a reduced class size! Much easier to manage. 3rd graders are much more scared of authority figures and like the little incentives I can give them like class points or names off the board.

Wish me luck tomorrow with work and Bullet.

Forty-Fifth Entry

The Gods at the Body Shop, have seen fit to extend my torture another day. Once again, I was told that Bullet will not be ready until tomorrow. Exact words of the man:"We're shootin' for tomorrow." Let me tell you this buddy, I'll be shootin' for your head if it isn't done tomorrow!

I really don't know how much of this I can take. For the most part, dealing with life without a vehicle has been easy. It's just that now getting so close to the end, I find myself getting nervous and antsy. I WANT MY TRUCK BACK! I will hopefully have it tomorrow, and it better have a fuckin full tank of gas just like the last time I drove it.