the coolest thing i herd in bio today, trip(e)a(ks)t,
was that of course chimps are out closest relatives.
only 2% difference in fact.
so this is the part that got me thinkin:
the teach sed that it would probably be possible to make a human-chimp hybrid,
ya know, like the donkey + horse = mule or whatever....
like the shit can happen, but it makes infertile offspring, therefore they are different species.

but i was just thinkin. what the fuck would those crazy bitches look like?!
i think back in the day i had a picture of something close.
i wonder where that shit went.....

every night it seems like i get in a different mindset.
tonight i think i found the right one.
but the aftereffects dont seem to show it.

does anyone know what im saying?
no. nor do i. kinda...

i think when i make new friendships, others kinda fade away.
i hate that shit.
but theres gotta be that build up time where eveything is focused.
then you can lay off some cuz you know youre good and safe.

then normal life resumes.

i think i'll stop now.

but i just want yall to know, that chia T has a funky frohawk goin on.
he rules.

paper = bitch.
but im getting through it.
im about half done, and with a lot of the night left to go.
maybe i will have time to study for that spanish test.

sitting at my desk a lot.
watchin my fish.
ya know, those fuckers are a year and quarter old.
how do they do it?

everyone else that i talk to that has had one of those little cube tanks has told me that their fish died after like a week or so.
they blame it on some rare disease, of course, cuz it aint their fault their fish dont be livin.
maybe you forgot the love....
ok. these fish havent gotten any lovin in a long time.
you dont see any guppies do you?! hellz negro.

but anyway. admiral akbar, as he was dubbed by dan, kept chilling at the top of the cube. usually there always mobile, so i was checking to see if something was up.
if he was ded or whatnot. took of the top, the fucker gets scared and books off, finding the wall, turns, repeats this numerous times.
i put back on the lid, and within minutes, hes doin it again.
you ok little dood?
so i bust of the top again, and...the same.

again!
sits.
so i just watch. he wriggles.
busts free!
the dumbshit is just getting himself caught up in the plantage over and over!!!
what a retard. i guess he just doesnt remember from all the numerous past happenings.

so i trimmed the top of the plant, and i guess we'll just have to wait and see what transpires.

hes doing it AGAIN!
maybe....hmm.
maybe thats where the oxygen is being exsponged from the plant, and his murky, brown water just aint doin it for him.
i just cleaned that shit like back before T was sprouting.
what pampered bitches!

...or. maybe he is dying, and only builds up the energy to run away when the thinks he needs it.
like when the hand of doom is coming straight for him.


damn. i should be doing my paper.
i wonder if that "fan" of mine has been bored by my lack of blogatude lately.
where ye be jenny?

paper. commenceth

pensive, deep in thought. focused.

or am i sleeping?

ok.
not working quite just yet.
but i am looking at possibilities for classes to take next quarter.
...another day til i can register...

um. seems that i'm running outta shit to take,
unless if i wanna go out on a limb and learn about shit im not even remotely interested in.
its about time to move on up.

i want to take human physiology, but it sez i have to take anatomy first.
screw you guys,
in your labia majora. (mons pubis, whut?)

see. i already know that shit....

got up, left for school: raining.
driving to school: people with snow on car.
get to school: snow on the fucking ground!
keerazy.
slushyness and shit.

so. basically.
screwed. piped. banged. whut?
10 pg paper, 2 tests, and a presentation all rolled into two days of fun!
dicked over twice.
got the earliest day both possible times..
weak.

shoreline really wants me to have that second ticket.
they slapped another one on my ass today for parking w/o a permit.
too bad i bought that shit the day after i got the first one.
.....too bad it never made it to my honda and only to my parents van....
sheit.
hopefully i can contest it and blame it on the idiotic parking attendant or some shit.

blah.
i need to get busy.
not being able to send messages exactly when you want on AIM is a pain in the ass.
sure 100% warning was funny last night, but.......

yeh.
down to bidness.

shit don bin packaged and ready for shipment!!
finally.... when did i get my computer again.....?

school = suck.
one of like the 3 times im late for english, and by 3 minutes i missed the sign up sheet for conferences with the teacher for our lame ass rough drafts.
so, of course, when i got there all the later in the week spots were already taken, so. with 5 spots left all on this friday, i took the latest one, at 9 oclock in the morning.
yeh. paper time. everyone else gets the whole fucking weekend. fuckers.

shit loads of spanish to get caught up on too.
my old chic needs to get out of the hospital pronto.
she aint that old to be in there forever.

work tonight. gay.
out.
busy time.

chest..............pain..........

........again.................ow.

webcam is back!

.... i got nuthin.....

my spanish person was in the hospital over thanksgiving.
my silly online friend was in the hospital over thanksgiving.

what the fuck?!

im home.
im tired.
i just found out that this is the last full week of class.
damn.

i finally got the chance to pay my parking ticket that i got the first week of school.
dun bin paid.
but!
they tell me i have another ticket to be paid.
wtf? no.
so i get sent to the security office.
15 mins later....
yes... um. you were ticketed on a red accord...

um no, beeyotches...

got that shit worked out,
and turns out, some dude named joe piovotti or some shit now has to pay $25!! ha!

i feel uninteresting as of late.
i wonder what the deal is....

huh. small world.
my first post-bday experience at a bar, and i run into people i know. george waterstrats brother who i had geology with, those bitches from high school, and a good guy i used to work with at blimpies. he invited me back to tikki bobs next week.

i fucked up and tried to show up 7 hrs late to work today.
they weren't very much pleased, but sed that i could come back in another 4 hrs and work then.
theyre very leniant. the last time i did that i got suspended for a week. although i really didnt mind cuz i got to NOT work on new years eve and day.

anyway.
j in the c calls.
out.

....its weird to kinda know whats going on in people's lives and then to read their blog.
then you think you know what theyre talking about, but youre probably way off.
misinterpret. maybe.
god damn. too many worries and fears.
chill. ALL of you.

also.
just out of respect for the day.. .happy thanksgiving.

but it seems like the world of retail is taking away any joy that i ever had for the holidays.

so with that said, have a little respect for the poor dumb bastards that have no choice but to spend a life of work at your local supermarket that never closes, and DONT FUCKING SHOP TOMORROW!!! everyone else already is. =P

am i getting to the point where i start out my blog by saying its been a while........ ?
meh.

anyway.
sitting in spanish, i was thinking that i'm actually possibly considered to be slightly cultured now.
my prof goes over all the art and shit and im sitting there thinking. damn, i was lucky enough to see that.
artists like goya, picasso, velasquez, dali. i've also witnessed flamenco from the pros, and been to the cathedrals and mosques they got over there. i guess the idea is to have experienced more places than just the one country, but it seems like everything we go over in the book, i have first-hand knowledge of..... kinda cool.

i really want to fucking go to south america (sans columbia ;)

not only is he getting a new voice, but i guess also a new image....

chest pains.
not of the heart, but rib cage.
i guess the cold brings it out.
constant pain today.
did i sleep on it wrong?
a feeling of needles, along with shitloads of applied pressure, pushing it inward.
stretching doesnt help. i want it to pop out.
not so much rib cage, but sternum. possibly the cartilage joining the two.
x-rays show dick.
youre fine, to quoth dumbass.
4 yrs later.
chronic pain.
yeh. nothings wrong.
you were right. again
or something.
is this what arthritis feels like?
possibly, eh?

i just want to stick my hand underneath my rib cage and push it out.
stupid skin. all constrictive and shit.

painful... ill-fitting.
readjustable?

what weak labs.

distraction D(eez)N(uts)A(blo?!)
only a couple more.
we talked about it more than it actually took to do.

i hate teachers.
they stick in a week of work all into these three fucking days til the holiday.
im gunna be busy tonight
(accounting for a moderate amount of assery as well)

um yeh.
time to start.
din!

po is honorary pimp of the night.
damn. that guy came through TwICE!

i randomly got this call from a westmont person i havent talked to in maybe 3 yrs.
i'd probably consider her the closest thing i ever had to a gf before the sleigh.

its crazy what just 3 yrs can do. sure. in a certain perspective it seems long, but it aint really.
but shes totally turned around.
boozing all the time to studious and intent on becoming a lawyer.
shes shit full of advice.
and blunt.
blunt can be ackward, but at least you know its straight from the fucking heart.

um. i guess thats about enough of that shit.
its time to start some homework, yo.
working weekends is kicking my ass.
but i guess i do waste a lotta time, cuz really.
i cant ever find a suitable work schedule that lets me have ample time to easily get my shit done.
bleh.

anyway.
manuel was finally home. i drug his darkie-penetrated ass on over to wendys.
its sad. im there way too much. im getting to know the schedules of the people that work there.
gah.
what happened to blimpies?! =/

thats the only thing i really miss...
oh shit! i didnt mention it!
one of my buddies from kirkland finally transfered over!
its so odd, but cool. cuz now i have someone to relate with in all the changes and adaptions from one store to the next.
that, and we go back anyway.

who wants to be a winner at the game of life?

seriously.
think about it.
what does it entail?
hardships to overcome.

tis all.

drunken battle scars.
the worst since the first.

bloody raw.

hey.
how does manuel know to be out everytime i have a fucking hour lunch?!
he must be a busy man, or darkie keeps him informed...

homework.
you will be done.
but the body has to be a lot more tired.
...thats just the unfortunate way it goes....
your bad.

out on all counts...

goodnight everyone.

knee. ow.

yeh. so my paper.
i thought the topic would bore anyone,
but in my conference today, i thought i would get pointers, but no,
all the prof did was go off on how stupid and annoying some people can be.
old people with their incessant chatter, and assholes you just want to kick out of the store, etc.
i guess thats the point of writing, yo.
...connecting with the reader.
so.... mission accomplished, or some shit.

OH SHIT!!!!!
WE ARE BACK INNNN!!

i have realized that i write papers in spurts.
some sitting on my ass, typing a good chunk, then busting outta there and expending some pent up energy from focusing on the stupid fucking paper. like 20 mins of type, then 10 mins of bugging people.
seems fairly effective.
shit got done, eh?
i think i sat down at 11 and started that shit up.
i may be wrong.

anyway.
im ghetto.
my bad for always procrasitating about it and whining to other people about it.

i fucking have to figure out where my teacher will be tomorrow.
and i have to skip bio to do it.
no good.
whatever. bios gay.
boring. piss.

uh. i guess i'll head home to my internetless house.
tonight was good.
family can be sometimes annoying, i think its because i myself make them seem that way, but then other times, within minutes, they can be enjoyable.

im a crazy fuck around those guys.
none of you know.

dah. another weekend, another 16 hrs of money making and time away from friends with nothing better to do than find some sort of entertainment to appease them on their (G)DAYS OFF!@@#

im out.

3rd alternative blogger station: home

so. yeh. i used to always think that i wasnt much for cleanliness, but i guess theres just something about living in a stench that gets to me.
you'd think it would bother other people, but i guess not. or maybe they just assume that the rightful party will take care of it.
i'm here to say that i know that wont happen.
so i took it upon myself.
i didnt do it all, but the ass smell i think is gone.
but that aint enough? i guess not.
i try to be fair.
im overly fair to the point that i take on extra.
im getting tired of it.
somebody else do something.
sometimes it aint solely your mess,
and sometimes it is.
the weekend approaches.
heres your chance.

blogger fix...
first things first:
chia T is IN.
gooey shit and all....

other:
no internet sux when you need to do research.
its almost like back in the day where you would have to use those....library things....
anyway, i best get started on that since i dont have much time, and my host (megan) might be a little pissed at my lack of use of studytime....
so. it begins.

back at manuels.
no bar for me.
no internet is the cruelest punishment EVER.

but it might be a blessing in disguise as well.
more social interaction.
especially on the weekends.
but damn do i miss it.
guyablo.
deez nuts ablo.
(g)AIM.

come back.

why do i laugh now everytime i hear of william shatner?

i can post from megans place too!!!
BUT not mine =P

HA!
i can blog at manswell's house!!!

work = trying to kill me.
but they got nuthin on me.

today my boss asked,
why arent you standing at the end of your line pulling in customers?
(cuz i wasnt helping anynone at the time)
so i reply.
cuz i dont wanna.

heh.

i think this is a first:
i walk into bio, and i see my lab partner with a scantron.
um. do we have a test today?

she looks at me as if i'm joking.
uh, yeh.....

oh. ok.whats it on?

she actually laughs and hits my shoulder, and then realizes that im serious.
so she gives me a quick refresher, and i finally remember.

ya know, ive gone to all the classes, and granted its only 3 days a week, but you'd think that i'd at least remember a mentioning of the test, but no.
i dont even think i herd that word in class. i should have known. it had been a few weeks since the last one.

but anyway. i think i did ok, not exceptional, but ok. i guess we'll see next week.
i took most of the class period to do it, which isnt usually a good sign either, but yes, we shall see.


ok. wank is sO right. noon radio is shat. it sucks ballsack.
luckily funky monkey came through today.

and whats the deal with all the traffic at noon?!!
did that many people get off work early to go do their 3-day verterans weekend thing?

i have 5 paychecks to put into the bank.
im a lazy bitch that never gets out other than work or school or the occasional entertainment.

i was talked into parceling today.
which i didnt really mind so much.
i thought it was gunna be really cold, but it wasnt, especially with all the running around i was doing whilst outside.

but what im writing about, is how before i was saying how you meet so many different types of people doing what i do.
well. tonight, i got to know employees better.
more than just one or two.

but. i'll only talk about a couple.

most of my night, since it was rather slow, was divided up between talking to this apparel chic, 18, asian, who's always at the register.
and the rest of the time i wasnt pushing carts i was talking to this guy outside. the security guy.

so. i think that chic digs me, but how do i spend my time?
yeh. like 70% i was out talking to this guy, who i originally thought to be very mean and unfriendly, but come to find out he just doesnt speak english that well.
off the subject, but dont you find it funny when people say that some one cant speak the language, but they say, and they cant speak it that good.
gives me the chuckles, cuz theyre most likely bashing that person, and yet theyre speech is wrong.... neways.
so this guy is from brazil, can speak portuguese and spanish, but little english.
moved to america 2 yrs ago after meeting his future wife three years ago on a vacation up here.
he worked for the dept of trans in brazil for 15 yrs, but yet cant get his license here. he needs a spanish speaking instructor, which takes a while to get....
ok. i know no one really cares about this guy or what i sed, but why i sed it is cuz...
look at me. what the fuck am i doing?
i appreciated the time that i spent with that dude outside compared to like the 30% of my time that i spent inside talking to that chic.
i guess i like listening to what older people have to say.
cuz this other chic sure liked to talk as well.

maybe i also liked to talk to this guy cuz i want so fucking bad to go to south america.
except for that damned columbia. (which is where that dude's wife is from)

uh.
i feel like i really didnt make a good pt.
my bad.
its been a while since ive had anything worthy to blog about and delve into and explore it while writing it down.

one thing i do have to say, is that my boss rules.
i wrote him a message that sed that hes bumping my hrs way up.
so this week, i got 16, and it rules.
well. not totally, but its still cool. i dont work any weekday, just the weekend.
thats the part that sux.
ive never had a boss like that.
maybe he knows im a good asset to keep around and not piss off.
either way, he rules.
i saw him for the first time today in like a month or even more.
one of the lower bosses was trying to suck up to him, but he saw me and was all nice, and saying hi and shit.
totally ignoring the other guy.
why do i get so much pleasure out of that?! >=)
maybe because my hardwork is being appreciated.
truthfully, when im there i clean up so much extra shit.
the place would look horrible w/o it.
how do i find all this extra time to clean up the checkers and customers messes,
while those cashiers barely find time to do their own!?
bleh.
whatever.

im so stoked over this no school on monday thing.
i am sleeping in and sitting on my ass ALL FUCKING DAY!
no one disturb me, unless you bring food,
or are a hot chic. (always those exceptions =)

why would a culture enthralled in the consumption of little bitch noodles and rice
opt for using two fucking twigs to eat it!?!

all my classes are review.
weak.

scrambled testicles.
huevos rancheros.

blogworthy:

i turn to the next page in my notebook so i can do my homework.
in the middle of the top of the fucking page, thar bes a set of little blue tits
with droopy nipples.

will the anatomy drawings ever end?
nah.
do i care?
nah.
i love it.
my prof gets some blue titties to look at while grading my espanish.

bah.
i have a huge peni(le)s on my windshield.
complete with dissimilar sized balls but forested with pubes.
but.... im just too lazy to get that shit off.


i was told about this thing called veterans day today.
=s no lab on monday! wo0t! also no work, as always.
first day to do not a damn thing since the day after my bday!

...will probably be my last til schools out. >=P

will i be able to post tomorrow?

the stoopid shit i jack from work....

i think bloggers making me more opinionated...
i kinda like it.

i hate nights like these...
so much on my mind.
the initial brightness of the monitor turning on made me sneeze... twice..
theres too much to put down right now,

but there was one thing i did want to say refering to megans problem.
saying this guy or chic, rather than this friend of mine.
well. i was thinking about it, AND heres what i got out of it...
friend is genderless. so by saying this guy i know
you're just being more efficient.
maybe if you were spanish or spoke some other romantic language,
then you might use the gender-specific word for a male or female friend.
i duno. there may be something there deeper in it for you.
but i do the same as you. and im thinkin i just explained why.


fuk. ever since i can remember i've had nights where i just cant sleep.
its like my body is ready for rest, but my minds just getting started.
i hate when how these nights are frequent. and i hate when they come on camping trips,
especially when tenting with jacobson.
that guy falls alseep in a matter of minutes.
on average, id say it takes me about an hr.

but tonight....
even longer.
i tried to go to sleep at 2:22
and look what time it is now.

um.
last i checked, manuel has control over my blog.
i tried to see if i could get a webcam shot up on my shit.
but i didnt have the authoritah.

not that i really would know what to fuck around with anyway.....
thats why hes got my back.

everyones talking about tv.
i have little to no interest in that anymore.

i guess its all about computer, work, and school anymore....
fuckin school...
fuckin work...
yes. computer, yes.

i think i love you,
but what am i so afraid of?
a love there is no cure for...

i randomly got serenaded tonight.
..of the likes that i was only thought possible by matt and B.
this chic just comes up and busts into tune.

it was kinda funny, but still made me blush.
the weird thing was that she was with her boyfriend. or brother maybe, who knows.
whatever.
i thought it was hilarious.
was there some connection between us i missed?
and as she left it was with a,
goodbye sweetheart....
!?!

thats a definate perk about my job...
getting to meet so many different types of people.

speaking of which.
i had two of my regulars today.
the ones that i know small tidbits about their life and we can chat about that.
the first being that one couple that chose me over that other chic.
(which is odd, cuz im starting to be-friend that chic)
but anyway. i commented on his wifes absence.
which lead to eventually him asking.
are you married? good.
cuz getting married is like getting a mother all over again.
yeh. his wife does seem to be the dominant one in that pair.
i think hes happy with her though.

the other guy is this dude that ALWAYS, ALWAYS buys two bottles of sherry with any of his other purchases.
hes got shoulder-length grayish-yellow hair and always reeks of smoke.
but i think our little bond started ever since he came through my line the day of the whole NY thing.
we was actually crying to me about how sad and senseless it was.
whether he was drunk or not. i dunno.
but we've had shit to talk about ever since then, and its one of those things where he actually gets a true smile, rather than just a forced one, when he gets into my line.
its like i hurry and get through all the other fuckers, who are just another order to me, so i can have my 5 min chat with this guy.
theres nothing special about him. its an odd connection. i guess some people are just more friendly than others. or can relate somehow......

heh.
my peeps.....

hm.
bio lab, you better not kick my ass when i get home tonight.
i dont got much time for you.

something that will NEVER happen AGAIN!
thanx manuel for reminding me.

rinse and repeat.
i get to do the same shit tomorrow.
ho(w)or(g)ay!

ok. so i have this customer that requests a cart.
hark! off in the distance i see one!
i book for the fucker, snatch it and with haste bring it back.
it was just chillin it the middle of the entry way.
nothing in it.

im fillin it up with the odd'-shaped items the lady had purchased when another lady comes up behind me.
i'd like you to know that that was my cart. and that was very rude of you to take it.
blah blah blah.
she sez more shit, and reiterates that it was rude of me to take the cart.

ok bitch.
first off.
i didnt know it was anyones cart.
secondly, its not like it had shit in it and i dumped it and ran off with it.
thirdly it was in the middle of fucking NO WHERE.
isnt the objective of having a cart to be able to keep all your shit WITH YOU?!?

youre rude for calling me out when its your dumb ass that let it happen.

if your kid runs off and gets raped by large, hairy old men, is that my bad cuz you weren't watching them?
fuck no!
bitch.

think of the possiblilities when you expand your horizons,
talk to people outside of your normal supposed group.
old fucks, crazy fucks.
you get such a different perception
a different look on other peoples view of life.

why be so closed minded?
explore, fuckers, eXPLore!

i have to work tonight. dont wanna.
i should have done some homework today.
but at least the house is looking presentable.

where is my day of rest?
jesus wouldnt be pleased.
damned heathens.

oh yeh.
and btw.
dork.
lleva is also to wear.
so the sentence does actually make sense =P

time for bed.
tonight was good.
tipping.
make it quick.
goodnight yallll..........

cloak.
yeh. iknow.
where the fuck were you tongiht?>
i misse dyou
really.

manuel.
indian people smell like shanker.
old people smell like piss.
im out.

still droonk.
my bad manuel for the spanglish..
i ha\d a test.
done bin raped.
cant hold eyes open....
]i love all the people that were here tonight.
good fun..
i work all the reast of the fuckoingn weekend.
i guess its tiem for bed, eh?
where is everyone?
oh yeh.
in their own beds.
except for lea.
what the hell is lmakeing so much noise upstairs?
i dont think its dan.....
hes a quiet sumbitch.

manuel (g)lleva gafas negras.

jaja.
soy empollón.

pinche español.

i thought only chix could do this....
my bad.

my bad for guessing wrong, and my bad for showing it.

tripat cracks my shit up.

the craziest shit today:

my old spanish lady and i decided to bomb over to the library to get the answers to our workbook so we could copy them. cheat, even.
so we get that and make our way to the pub. cafeteria or whatever....

we walk in the door and theres a table there, some chix there with two older guys.
my spanish chic sez hi.
and the one from the table asks who i am.
oh. this is travis?!
he is cute.

i was like. um.
do i know you?
so then i go to shake her hand, and she totally just grabs and hugs me.
not that i really minded, but it was just odd.

umm... i have no idea who you are.
the names diana, right?

so as quick as we met, we were off.
i was like.
um. nice to... meet you....

and when we finally were done copying, she was gone.
how odd was that?

i have a feeling its going to be a long day.
FUCK!
what happened to my work schedule?!
dun bin missing.