ok. so that football thing rules.
as long as people have faith enough to throw you the ball.
i think the only other time i played tackle was in the snow,
and that shit was padded.
i didnt get as hurt as i thought i would this time around.
i even made a tackle on a fatass and got a touchdown.
why didnt i play sports when i was younger?

what did i learn in school today....
well. the mayan people loved to smoke their weed.
and they also liked to get drunk.
however. they did it through an enima.
i guess it gets you really fucked up or something.
bellows up the ass?
bring it on!

goddamn jobhunts.
i dont remember needing to be so on top of things.
i guess thats cuz last time when i came back, i was a wanted man.
now i gotta go out and get something for real, from people that dont know what i'm worth.
thats rough.

i really think i would like something on campus, but i passed up the one chance i had so far.
goddamn i need a jaeorb!

as wank is only temporarily finding out,
no weekends blows goats.
in my time off, although i have to very soon start worry about cash flow,
i've learned to take advantage of the time off and enjoy it.

ive got this paper due in early dec. for linguistics.
the topic, i kinda forget, but its something on the lines of..
oh wait. i remember.
its a "rich point".
but what this basically ends up meaning (rediculously enough)
is some sort of slang word or phrase.
something thats not in the dictionary, but people of a given culture (ours)
knows what it means.
now i was going to do "out in left field" and tie it to sports/culture, but i was shot down,
cuz no one really says that anymore. old fashioned or whatnot.
so i've been looking out for something lately.
and i read wanks blog:

so yeah, about this not sleeping thing. it is ass. i've gotten about 4 hours of sleep in the last 2 nights. i'm exausted. last night, i slept about an hour, maybe 2. but in this hour, i had this fucking crazy dream. i still remember most of it vividly. it was inspired by 24, i know it. it was a sweet dream though. a bunch of people, let me try to remember who they were..... i know me, mike, eric, radtke and jay from high school were in it. i know manuel was in it, but only because he has a motorcycle (we were riding motorcycles for a large portion of it). so yeah, we were tooling around downtown seattle. not the real version, but my cool fake dream version. it kind of had this rundown futuristic urban vibe too it. the viaduct wasn't there, so there was a big waterfront. things connected differently, and there was a big mall and a movie theater up in the beacon hill area. so anyways, we were all tooling around in this mob. 4 of us got seperated from the others, and mike picked a fight with these 3 huge scary guys with guns. so we fucking ran. we had to drag mike with us. but we ran. a bunch of us were in a pickup truck, but mike and jay hopped on motorcycles. manuel was like fuck this, and rode off in a different direction on his. one of the dudes followed him and some other car he was with in a truck. the rest of us booked out, followed by 2 of the guys in another truck or something. at one point i was like fuck this, and i jumped on a motorcycle out of the back of the truck to try and show mike and jay how to ride. but instead, they were gomers and just wanked around. so i just booked off by myself. someone on a motorcycle was chasing me, but i schooled him. we all met up at this mall, and tried to hide in this movie theater. but one of the guys saw, and came flying at mike from above us on the aisle. but mike just grabbed him, smashed him up against the wall and then threw him on the ground. so he was just fucked up, like he got owned. mike was a badass in the entire dream, until he got killed later, but thats a different story. me and eric were like fuck this, we are going to get shot because they are picking fights. then radtke pretended to jump mike and got tossed. it was hilarious, because it is something that would happen. anyways, me and eric hopped on our bikes, and ran out. mike went in front of us, and ended up killing the other guy and leaving him on a freeway. we rolled up to the dead body, and decided to throw him off the bridge at some guy. so we toss this body, and almost hit this dude on the railroad tracks. he gets really pissed so we book out. we get down to the waterfront, and the dude runs up to me and tells me this whole story about this bomb, and the dude we threw at him, and how we wouldn't be able to deactivate the bomb because of me. so i am like what the fuck, but he is serious, so me and this girl i had just met ran for cover. she looked a lot like nina from 24. so, i get down, and there is this huge shaking, things falling, etc. i'm just like, ok, what the hell was that, and i look up, and there is this mushroom cloud coming from the renton area. so i'm like oh shit, because i see this wave of destruction coming towards me, so i get down, and the girl gets down, and then there was this intense period where i was getting blasted by bricks and shit from the explosion. i get up, i get her up, i'm like we have to get out of here. i'm not sure why we had to leave, but we did. anyways, this dude wanders up, and its her dad, so we jack this boat to leave. apparently they are like, spys or something. somehow, we end up on the top of a sky scraper, in our boat, and like, the boat falls off because the dad is driving and is a knob and doesn't realize we are on a skyscraper. no problem for them, they are spys, they are used to falling off skyscrapers and shit. but not me, i'm afraid of heights, so i'm just like FUCK!!! i grab on to something, and they kind of coast down the side of the building past me on these wierd plastic solid awning things that look like those dogtoys that you throw in the water and such, but i'm like hanging off the edge. they are like creeping from thing to thing, and i'm just hanging on, trying to get back on without falling to my death. then i wake up sweating and panting, and about ready to scream because of the crazyness.

somewhere in that i found schooled, in its slang use.
so i think i'm going to try to work with that.
so thanks wank.
hopefully i can get 6 pages of BS from that word.

thanks to manuel for the evidence of my retardedness.
after the beating that i took, it was my dumb ass that dished out the final blow.

oh.
i saw a sneak preview of bond yesterday.
something bothered me about it though.
ok, so it isnt anything major or integral to the plot.
but hey, that means i can mention it w/o ruining anything then!

so the deal is.
this one north korean dude gets a buncha diamonds blowed up in his face.
they stay lodged in his face, and 14 months later, THEY'RE STILL THERE.
now. maybe he has some issues where hes anemic, which couldnt be the case,
since his wounds scarred up, but after that amount of time,
his skin should have been able to poop out these diamonds from his face.
proof?
about 3 or 4 years ago, i put my hand through glass.
it was washed and stitched up and everything.
theres still some fatty scars, but they healed up fairly nice.
now one day at work, about 6 or so months after the fact,
business was slow, so there wasnt much to do.
i noticed on my knuckle (middle finger) that there was a bump on one of my bigger scars.
i played with it, and it started to bleed, kinda like a zit.
eventually, out pops a shard of glass that had been in there for 6 months or so.
so although i had to coax it out, it was working its way up and out.
that motherfuckers diamonds woulda pooped out a long time before those 14 months,
since they were already exposed.
therefore, i hate him.

walking to school this morning from megs:
i come to 45th and the ave, where all that heavy construction is going on.
i make it to the south side of 45th and am half way across the road thats blocked off,
no cars will go past.
but i see this fatty dump truck pull out and i notice that theyre getting ready for it to back up into the blocked off road.
the truck is like a quarter up the block on the ave so i nonchalantly try to make my way across that little half-of-the-street area,
when this black construction worker throws out her hand infront of me.
now this truck is a good 30 feet off and is just getting into gear to reverse.
and the black woman looks me up and down as is like
i just save yo' life. you woulda been bout as dead as you are white.
so i just look at her, and this other younger white constuction worker chic who just kinda giggles at it.
then in like the 30 - 45 secs that i coulda had to cross that little bitch section,
the black woman continues to patronize me.
you go to school?
well you should tell yo mamma and daddy to send me some money cuz i just saved your life.
they should send me a christmas card or something.
uh huh.
all this while i could have easily run across that 7 foot stretch about 3 times without even hurrying.
what the shit?
and the other younger one i think thought i was cute or something, cuz for no reason at all she comes over,
grabs my bicep, and says, ok, you can go, guy.
like i didnt realize that the fatty slow truck had just past.

then i show up to school and the prof goes over the last quiz. that takes 15 mins.
and thats it. im done with school for the day.
at least i had time to go to the library and figure out how to look up magazine articles for my assignment in archaeology.
people in the 80s thought that great things were going to happen by 2050.
i guess theres been a lot of advances since then, but nothing near what they projected.

oh, and btw, i need a job.

seems that the swellling in the bump on my head has gone down.
i was feeling it last night.
seems that where it used to be very hard, its now soft and mushy.
kinda like theres left over skin from having the protuberance.
most of the squishy is gone now and i just feel the fat cut.
its only sore to the touch now except for the slight headache,
but the good news is i can sleep on my back or however i want now!

job hunt isnt going so well.
i emailed my spanish lady about any news on if shes talked to her sister about hooking me up at larrys market.
havent heard back.

but as for my harddrive, i finally got somewhere.
i should have called sooner.
anyway. it seems that they didnt have any of my harddrive in stock, so they didnt send anything and didnt bother to tell me about it.
so i called them up and apparently they recieved my shat one on the first.
yeah... 20th 9 day turn-over my ass.
but the good news to that is that im getting an upgrade from 30 gigs to 40 gigs, and it should arrive by friday if they dont get any more retarded on me.
hooray for new computer.
its almost like i wont know what to do with it when i get it.
who'm i kidding.
i jack everyone's computer during they day when they arent here.
it'll be good to have my own music again.
thats what i missed the most, cuz i could get all my email/IMing needs via somebody else's computer.

come to find out, the lady who fired me herself got fired sometime last week or so.
no one really knows why. most say theres a rumor of her possibly lying in court
so the big wigs were watching her and her time finally came.
but whatever it was, thats the 5th firing in like 2 or 3 weeks.
somethings going wrong with that company...or at least the store.

ive had an incessant headache for the past two or so days.
a large bump on the back of my head which barely allows me to put my hat over it without grimacing.
i should wear my other one, what am i thinking? its bigger...
the swelling has gone down a lot since yesterday though.
it was probably just under the size of a golf ball halved.
it was like a sinus headache but pressure on the brain or something.
i'm glad its waning.
i had troubles keeping my head up yesterday.

today i need to catch up on school. i did NOthing over the weekend.
not even the usual catch up on sunday.
i missed my chance and wasnt really up for it anyway.
god. still have a headache.
i wonder what the hospital people might have told me or done if i had gone.
sleeping is a bitch cuz i usually sleep in all sorts of positions,
but last night i was limited to my stomach or right side.
loads of fun. all because bricks suck. as do i.
im done whining. bye.

my last blog got erased.
between then and now i picked up 4 applications.
all grocery places. weehaw.
maybe some of them will be as nice as bartells and give you the weekend off now and then.

i blogged earlier about how that zany guy that i talk to online but have never met (aka paula's son),
sent me a link to "rate my boobies".
apparently estella warren (if you dont know her, check out air's background or planet of the apes)
only rates as a 5.97.
what kinda shit is this?!
i wonder how them other ladies stack up ;)

midterm today.
went ok, better than i expected.

had intentions to go out and get job applications after school.
but i seem to be talking to people online.

that kooky guy that i talk to online but have never met (aka paula's son)
sent me a "rate my boobs" site.
apparently. shit. whats her name.
the chic on airs desktop, the chic from planet of the apes.
anyway. apparently her boobies are only 5.97.
bummer.
that's a lotta hard work for the rest of you ladies to keep up.

a day off is never really a day off when you have school.
dont get me wrong though.
cuz i had two other days off, and those i managed to not think about school.
it was great!

im starting to think i like linguistics, but i still like archaeology.
what am i to do?
...keep going to school til it hurts.
well, ok, even past then, cuz i've been hurting for years.

brought the raincoat along with me today for the first time.
fucking didnt rain at all.
the TA was late for my midterm.
had to stay late and finish it.
didnt really know what i was doing though, so it didnt matter much.
ran down to fisheries. walked into a dark room watching a movie.
couldnt see shit and tried to walk down the aisle which just so happened to actually be a chair.
good thing the guy didnt care much as i fell all over him.
finished that movie a bit late and booked back up the hill to denny.
presented our poster minus one of our people. she claimed to be sick, but i think she just has stage-fright.
i didnt do that bad of a job, but i forgot some shit i was going to mention.
had no glue so my last-minute shit was assedly taped on.
way to look good!
made it home on a bus that wanted to take me west on 65th.
no thanks, i'll get off here.
walked home a way i dont normally do.
theres some crazy fucking houses out there.
take a stroll along 19th from 65th to 70th and you'll know what i mean.

indian food tonight.
it'll be my 3rd(?) time having it.
hopefully manuel will be there to point out the good shit.
looking forward to it.

crazy times for school is almost over.
...til the next round...

i thought about how it hadnt rained on any of my walks to school,
so it did.
my bad.
hauling ass to fisherys for a midterm from savery
and then after that test back up past savery to denny with only 5 mins for a 15 min walk = killer.
all for a presentation that i didnt even give.
that was no fun.
the rain added an extra bit of treachery.
it was pouring.
ok. not really,
but when it rains it pours.
you see what i was getting at....bitches.

so i was thinking....
Lake shitty fired me for something petty like letting a friend use my employee discount.
something not too devilishly bad, but nonetheless looked down upon. (with my unemployement as proof).
so i was thinking, well, these bastards cant be squeeky clean. have they done anything that i overlooked just because i didnt really care what they did just as long as it didnt affect me?

and then it hits me.

after being fired, from the various sources that i've heard from, there is a mandatory waiting period of 6 months.
i was fired in mid march from ballard, and re-hired in lake shitty in early july. now according to my math, thats only 3 months with a remainder of a week or 3.
so. i thought i would play stupid and email the fred meyer elite, asking that i was offered to be re-hired after the mandatory waiting period from an administrative discharge (tee hee). i told them that i had been fired before, but picked up in three months. but that i've heard rumors of this actually being 6 months. i also told them, how i asked the store director (by name), who couldnt come up with a straight answer (i wonder why ;).
so i asked if they could set me straight.
but the beauty of this is...
that if the recipient of the email is in any way competent, they'll figure out that something illegal went down, cuz as far as i know, the time necessary is 6 months.
so if the people up top are anything like the bitch of a store director i had before, she'll be out on her ass!!!!

i know what you're saying: wishful thinking.
and, i know. it probably won't go anywhere, but, ya know,
it never hurts to try =D
especially when it means retribution for something as retarded as that.

some may have read the earlier post here.
thinking about it now, it was needless to post.
i was just upset that my point was totally missed.
clean up after yourself so others dont have to,
is all i was trying to get out.
in a timely fashion. and in this house,
timely could be like a week.
its better now, so there was no real reason to leave that last post.
out.

had to stop by the parents again, and in doing so, i got hungry, so i went to my favorite place to get a quick bite on the eastside.
BLIMPIES.
however. immediatelly when i walked in, things werent right. there was an akward fatty rack of chips out where you'd point out what you want on your sandwich.
they added jalapenos, pickles and olives. something blimpie jim was adamently against.
i see this (asian) indian dude wearing a collared button up blimpies shirt. and i start thinking.
so i ask the dude thats worked there a while, jim's not in?
he tells me blimpie jim doesnt work there anymore, its been about 2 weeks.
apparently he sold the franchise to indian guy. he remodeled a bit and things look, well, just, odd.
food was still good, but it was lacking the hospitality.
blimpie jim is now just some mormon dude named jim.
i need to be outta that town longer before shit like that starts changing.
that shit looked the same all throughout high school, but now buildings have gone up in the smallest places possible.
its ass. im not sure i like it.