I’ve determined that I have too many freaking hobbies.

I’m simultaneously trying to reread Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series; write no less than three differnt programs; create a new webpage to replace this one; maintain my various fish tanks; create a character class for 3rd Edition D&D; hone my Starcraft skills; import my photo library into iPhoto; rename, recatalogue, and retag my fair-sized mp3 collection (whilst downloading more music mind you)… I’m sure I’m leaving one or two out.

Wow. Upon rereading this, I’m truly one pathetic fscking nerd. Damn.

Hey, when are we gonna fscking game again? We didn’t game at all this winter, and I’m disappointed.

Wow. This sucks.

Not breaking up, sure. But c’mon. You can’t just change lead singers and expect nothing to change. Unless you’re AC/DC. In that case it works.

Man, this movie sucks.

Like… well… not as bad as, say, other movies.

So my friend michelle visited me at work today! I was just helping some customer, looked up, then all the sudden there’s a Michelle standing there, lookin back. I totally did one of those classic double takes. Oh, btw, it wasn’t that michelle. It was Michelle from work. Errr… Ummm… Well, they’re both from work, I guess. She’s the one from Escondido who goes to APU.

Work today was fsckin crazy. It was soooo busy.

So one, two three, take my hand and come with me;

Because you look so fine, and I really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine, and I really wanna make you mine.

So… freaking… tired.

I had a long day today. My shift was 11-7, but I managed to work about 8 and a half hours. Nearly all of it was spent in the back room behind the aquariums, throwing shit away, cleaning up, and hefting 50 lb bags of salt and gravel around. On the plus side, its looking not too bad back there, and I think it only needs a couple more hours of work to be damn near usable. Of course, thats not including all those stupid forms and paperwork that somehow have managed to turn my department’s storage (and what should be a hospital area) into the worlds most dangerous file-cabinet-without-the-cabinet.

There’s all kinds of weird shit back there too. I was throwing away shattered heaters, pumps split down the middle, random bits of PVC piping, old notes written on yellow tags with such useful information as “this one works, just needs new impeller” in a box of nasty, dirty powerheads.

Expose is fun. I find myself opening a bunch of random windows just so I can watch them flitter all about the screen.

In other news…

Savannah and I are officially broken up now. She called me yesterday for the first time since a few weeks before christmas. I just told her its not working. I wouldn’t mind being her friend, but to expect more than that is too much. I was kinda bummed. Not because I didn’t want to do it, cuz I did. I don’t know why I was. Maybe I just had some hope that things would have worked out better. Oh well.

Really, I was over it about a month and a half ago.

So if you know of any really nice, single ~20 [+-]2 year olds…. ;o)

Meanwhile, I go bed.

because the world should know!

Mollie just laid an 8 of spades down on a 7 of clubs as a casper, screaming mao.

Let’s hear it for getting iTunes encoding ogg properly! I’m now ripping my CD’s in full 160 kbps yummy ogg goodness! Fiona Apple sounds even better when she’s open source!

So if I haven’t mentioned it yet, Melinda got me a gift certificate to Fry’s so I got a mouse, a mousepad, and a gamepad! And thank g0d`. Cuz as nice as it is for laptops to have a builtin trackpad (as opposed to a nipple-thing) it… well.. sucks. I’ve noticed I have this unfortunate habit of randomly tapping my thumb (sometimes even while typing) on the area right in front of the spacebar on all keyboards. That unfortunately leads to many a fscked up sentence or random application switching.

So yeah. If I haven’t mentioned that I like my mouse, I… well… do.

Ok. It’s a quarter to 2am on the day I have to usher a wedding I didn’t know I was part of until 5 days ago, and I have to wear a Western Bola Tie. So forgive me when I just say good night and wave my Bull Shit flag.

Good Night.

*waves*

So I went to bed last night, dreading the next few days. I was tired, sad, and afraid I’d find him the next day on the street. As you can see, not overly optimistic. Tyler came in, and curled up next to me while I pet him… he was actually purring. I finally turned out the lights, and went to sleep.

Tyler woke me up every hour or so, wailing at either the front door or the patio, or sometimes my window. Each time I got up and looked around, I couldn’t find him. At one point in the night I thought about leaving the front door open and locking Tyler in Tres’ room. I was about to actually do that when I fell asleep again. Then I woke up. Tyler was whining by the front door, but then I heard another whine from my window.

It was all quite dramatic. I knew that whine. I ran to the front door, and called his name and sure enough he came out from the bushes and into the open front door, meowing.

And what was the first thing he did? He went straight to his litter box.

Happy New Year!

Party started out slow but turned out hella cool.

Kal’El is gone.

We don’t know when, but he must have gotten out. It had to have been after midnight.

We all joke about how dumb he is… how he’d make such a terrible hunter… how he’d never make it out on his own. And now thats exactly where he is.

It all seemed so funny yesterday.