So, I went ahead and gave into sweetest temptation and bought the nintendo DS as I realized I would be making more money in one day then it and a game cost combined. I bought Super Mario 64 DS, which from a preliminary run before work is awesome. I feel better about the world/myself when using the duel screen with the stylus and will soon purchase a game called brain age that will test not only my unsteady hands but my Huge brains.

I also bought some curry paste (we will see how that goes) and some bannanas. Some other things too, but they are all boring compared to the curry paste and bannanas. I bought some ginger ... but you've all heard about me buying that from your friends, I'm sure.

Other then that, I looked into how much getting a master's degree in Washington would cost, and if i went to WWU or CWU it would cost around 12-14 thousand ... maybe more. If I did it in the UK, even as a non EU member, it would cost like 14k and I would get it done in 1 year as opposed to many. So, high five for that ... I'm off again in a year (hopefully) ... who knows where ... but I think i want to travel a bit more. Anyways, back to work where I am currently doing nothing but waiting 3 more hours for 8am to roll around and listening to a podcast ... peace.

This last week I padded my pockets with 22 hours of overtime pay. And this week? I'm doing it again!
In other news, I am getting moved to networking at my job, which is more complicated, but
gives me experience doing something that will allow me to get better jobs in the future. My
friend Nick is supposedly training me beginning Odin's Day. I want a nintendo DS so bad! I
think about it all day, and spend time just looking at games for it on the computer in the
3 hours of free time I have a day between work and sleep. I might get one tommorrow, but then
again. It's only like 129.99, which isn't very bad. I would have to get a couple games, so
it would be more like 200. If I did that and grocery shopping I will have spent half of the
money i made from overtime last week! That is the wierd thing, since I've started to make
3-4 times more a week then I ever have in my life, I've become more frugal with my money then
ever before. It's like something clicked on in my head and I am incapable of spending it. My paychecks
are filled with sweet irony.

On a sadder note, my Grandma doesn't have much time left and i really need to get over the mountains to see her.
It is wierd how fast these things come up on you. I just always thought I would have more time,
and I couldn't have been more wrong. Now there is probably only months left, maybe less. So, as
a friendly reminder to those of you out there that read this: go hug everyone you love, and
make sure that they know you appreciate them!

I finally got my TV moved into my new apartment, which is lovely, because I can finally take
advantage of the digital cable. It isn't anything special, because we pay a bare minimum, but
it is still nice to sit on the couch and watch TV.

btw LOST (on an isthmus) is INTENSE

Well, I finally got all of my stuff over the mountain to Redmond. I put pack rats to shame. I have boxes and boxes of every paper, syllabus, assignment, paper I drew a penis on, etc from college. I can't seem to make the leap that I will never need to know what these papers have to offer me. Thank God I've never had a subscription to TV guide or I would be in trouble. I imagine I wouldn't be able to convince myself to be rid of those .... they would have to come with me. It's an amazing sort of insanity.

On a slightly less OCD note (maybe), I now have all of my books with me. This is good because now when I feel like depressing myself with T.S. Eliot poetry I can at a moment's notice.

Acutally, I was reading The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (I'm sure that is spelled wrong) last night and, well, I dunno what happened, but alot of it clicked in a different way for me. It has long been a poem that I go back and read every now and again, but this time it carried a whole new aspect. I found some of it absolutly hilarious. The poem, instead of being depressing, which it still sorta is, had such a sarcastic undertone I found myself laughing aloud to my not so empty room.

There are a few ways to read the poem. I was reading it as a love poem. Well, I shouldn't say "love" poem, but rather, I was reading it with the understanding that the poem is about his inability to ask a women the "questoin." And I was reading that as, and this is a very middle school way of saying it, "Will you go out with me?"

Anyways, when I got to the part about him comparing himself to Lazarus and John the Baptist I started cracking up real bad (I had giggled a few times before), because I feel like maybe this poem is a little bit of a joke on Eliot's part. I mean, how can you compare those two biblical characters to asking someone out, it's a hilarious contrast really. Seeing the severed head of John the Baptist definatly preaching next to frail Mr. Prufrock, who is to shy to ask for a date, was quite funny. The two images were such a hilarious contrast. I am a nerd, yes, but I implore you to read this poem and find all these hilarious parts. Like "Do I dare disturb the universe," which is a little funny too. But, was this Eliot's intention? I dunno. The whole part about the night being spread out on table like an etherized patiant got me laughing too.

Other then that I bought a rice cooker.

peace

Time for some BIG news ... I am walking an alternate route home and it has literally shaved 15 minutes off my daily routine.

As I was making this journey today, only one thing was crossing my mind: how long would it take me to get some wicked predetor braids. Also, how long till I could grow a manly beard.

There are ways to speed up the beard, but the hair? I don't think any amount of ganja smoked will aid in that process. Then I gotta start working out and eating right. Mainly I want to do this so it doesn't hurt so bad when I drink, because let me tell you ... a few beers and I'm dead all the next day. And I do mean "just a few."

Bus rides have been slightly less eventful. Yesterday I pulled the wire to stop and then while the bus was idleing at the light I fell asleep. Luckly I woke up again when we started moving, but still. I found it funny that I pulled the wire, then fell asleep. High Five for sleep dep.

I am going to pick up the next issue in The Sandman series here soon. I think I am on issue 5 now, maybe 6. It is a great comic and I would suggest it to anyone who is not a total pussy.

The Lost season premire was good. There are only a few things I am unclear on in the show now, so I wonder if there is going to be something that totally blows me away b/c I think I do have quite a grasp on everything that is going on, and even the stuff I'm unsure on is fairly clear. We shall see what unfolds ..... it's an isthmus ... i know it!

Well anyways, I have been up for too long and cannot think of anything to say.

So, I ride the bus home from work everyday. It is usually uneventful and I do nothing more then listen to wonderful comedy on my Creative player (rocks any iPod mos def!) . However, this last week ... I don't remember what day it was ... there was an, erm, event.

I got off work at 8 a.m. This was an hour early, which, should have been awesome. I paid my $1.25 and got on the bus, happy to be on my way. So, anyways, I was on my way home ... almost there in fact ... when the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road (which is in the middle of a busy street, so he was basically blocking a lane of traffic) and turned the bus off. Someone sitting up front asked him if there was a problem and he replied, "No, just gonna go grab breakfast." So, I looked out my window and sure enough, we were at McDonalds. So, I'm thinking that this won't take long, maybe 5 minutes, but not too long. As soon as he gets off the bus this short haired, fat women comes puffing outta McDonalds and yells, "Get back in that bus; don't you dare!"

Then, the bus driver wings the damn wheel wedge (probably not what they are actually called) back in the bus and starts swaring to the tune of, "Fucking assholes" over and over again. At this point, I was pretty perplexed as to what the fuck was going on ... later another bus patron told me that women was his manager. So, I think this ordeal is over and settle down to go home again ... NOPE!

The fuckin asshole goes down the street two blocks and pulls over again, stops the bus, and walks off to God knows where. The rest of us on the bus just kinda sat there, well except one girl who just grabbed her stuff and jumped ship, which I did shortly after, walking the 2 miles home. I dunno what happened to the bus driver ... he left to go find food somewhere is what this guy told me who was sitting up front of the bus.

He pulled an asshole trifecta ... blocking a lane of traffic, not getting anyone on the bus anywhere, and not explaining where he was going. This last one would have been nice when I was weighing how long it would take to walk home from where he stopped against how long I thought it would take for him to get back. The whole thing, in the end, was absolutly ridiculous.

Other then that, work is ok .. grumblegrumble .. and home life is filled with empty nights in front of the comptuer.

peace

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