what happened yesterday in chrono order, but w/o the times because it's all to vague in my head right now...

went to pleasanton q-zar. wore jumpsuit. got asses kicked in by employees. got elbowed in the chest plate, punched in the back plate, elbowed and ran into. target the one guy who kept continually elbowing me in the chest plate and got him in the ribs with the butt of the laser gun right between the chest and back plates. he left me alone for the rest of the time. wow...those bulky SMG-wannabes actually have some kind of use. however, felt guilty for having to use force against a really good lowly q-zar player.

left q-zar. had an interesting trip...first ran behind rachel's car and jumped onto it, and then nearly fell off due to her quick acceleration. got dropped at home, pick up my sleep stuff and go to get david. grabbed him after talking to his mother and brother about how some really crappy chinese show wanted to make tom puke.

got to mike's house, went in and started eating the chicken that rachel and mike marinated. then the steak went on. mike's dad is a great bbqist. received somewhat good compliments about the steak, but the criticism that came in the most was "too much vinegar, too much beer". sorry guys, will lay off the vinegar and beer next time and add more barbecue sauce.

then watched the score, which is a really good movie by the way.

then went swimming with rachel, nat, ryan, mike and laurie...got in the house, took a shower and talked a long while downstairs.

then went upstairs, lay out the sleeping bag and slept.

woke up at 1000ish and watched gary play shadow hearts for a while.

the best part was this guy called bacon had just summoned an evil large force and was pulling rock and earth and buildings up from the ground, and he said: "well, i'll be seeing you...i'm going to be in a london, having a spot of tea. ta ta! hahahaaahaahahhaahahaa- doH! (hit by a rock) hahahaha!" ten hours of gameplay for that was well worth it. of course it wasn't my gameplay, and i slept for like 5-6 hours.

then we ate leftovers for breakfast, and mike's mom was being really nice, continually asking if we wanted eggs, waffles, pancakes, sandwiches, jamba juice, the like...because she felt guilty for allowing us to eat leftover food for breakfast.

rachel got scratched by meowie (?).

i'm allergic to cats.

went home, dropped gary off, will hopefully see him later when we get together to play WCIII

fell asleep at home until 3...was pretty dead tired....

got the pieces of my lofting equipment cleaned and ready to go, did some laundry, finished Save The Last Dance...and...well...yeah...

that's pretty much it.

i feel dizzy.

going to lie down again.

what happened yesterday...
let's see....
in chrono order...

0930: wake up
0955: go out to pick up my student and her sister to take them to the library.
1015: find the library is closed
1020: go to barnes and noble
1120: leave barnes and noble
1140: drop them off at home
1145: get to piano teacher's hosue
1147: start class, find that many things i was playing was wrong and got them corrected.
1245: get off class drive home
1300: get home
1301: snack a little, get my mom started on watching The One.
1302: get on piano.
1500: mom's student comes and mom tells me to get off piano. have been on the piano for 2 hours...wtf?!
1505: go over to garr's, help with his yardwork.
1635: go home
1640: figure out what to do about small hornet nests, get rejected by the COF and referred to Terminex.
1715: leave house to get a haircut.
1730: find that the woman who cuts my hair came in especially for me since it was her day off today.(thur)
1815: leave haircut place.
1830: come home.
1831: start cooking you2 fan4 (directly translated, "oily rice".)
2030: receive a call, going to laurie's at 2300 and promptly saying "oh fucking crap! i forgot laurie's birthday!"
2040: call gary to arrange his pickup.
2130: dad comes home, get him started on The One.
2240: leave house to go to gary's
2255: rachel arrives at gary's.
2305: get to laurie's
2310: mope around her house for a while and then head back home
2315: mope around gary's house for a while
2410: rachel goes home.
2411: gary and i take off for bay street coffee.
2415: gary and i find that bay street is closed...
2416: cross street to safeway
2417: hang out in safeway for a while, buy a bag of parmesan and garlic tim's potato chips.
2430: leave safeway
2433: get to gary's house, drops him off, grabs BDU and goes home.
2440: get home, say good night to parents, go into room.
2445: dog scratches at door, i let him in. he's still energetic so i play with him some.
0100: he gets tired and scratches at my door again to get out, so he slowly drags his paws to sleep...
0101: try on jumpsuit...find that it's not as loose as i'd like, but it'd work since it's gotta fit a tactical vest over it.
0105: clean up room a little bit.
0107: surf the web.
0200: shut off computer
0205: go to sleep after brushing teeth.
next day:
1040: wake up...
1100: or so until now....blogging...

and nothing has happened yet...tho i'll probably get to practicing the piano again!

ta!

happy two years, rae!

well i posted.

but i have nothing to say for the past two days.

nothing.

that's why i don't/haven't posted.

so i had a car crash.

i was in the wrong part of town, looking for a non-existent park in that area...when i decided to essentially turn around and go the other direction. realizing that there were no yellow lines, meaning i was going against traffic, i decided to take a right turn at the next available street. a car comes out of nowhere and crosses my path. i slam on the brakes and check where it came from. another car was sitting at the stop sign, so i decided to start my wide right turn because there was a car parked at the corner. then the car comes out of the stop signed area and hits me, causing my car to do a 180. he rolls by, and then speeds off. ironic how my first car crash is a hit and run. nothing serious happened, it should be all auto-body metal work, but i doubt my parents are going to do it.

mom came down hella hard on me in public, but loosened up on me when i got home because she saw how ripped up i was inside. dad was firm the entire time until now, but always sympathetic because he was glad i wasn't dead or in the hospital.

no report was filed to the DMV or the insurance company.

chances are we'll just take the volvo to trade in this summer.

i'm just kinda glad i'm still alive...

makes me think of my own mortality. fuck...