Daily Update

As I was leaving work on Friday I was informed that there would be no Presidential
Holiday for Jimbo. Due to the importance and time sensitive nature of our work we
wouldn't be observing it. My boss said he likes the presidents, but not that much.
(and less than half of the office are citizens of our country, that may have
something to do with it as well.)

After work on Friday I started calling the crew to see if they were up for anything.
after rallying the troops, we went to a chinese buffet over on wilshire Blvd. Jeff
'the Coupon Collector' said he could get the deal of a lifetime, 5 bucks off entire
bill. (Which meant that Me, Josh, Jessica, Jeffie, and Scott all got One dollar
off, how great.) It was good food. I loaded up my first plate as much as possible.
I practically had to use the shrimp as a gaurdrail on the plate, just so I could
pile everything higher, but then I realized, Oh wait, its a buffet, I can come back
in 5 minutes and do just the same. I dove into my first plate, using utinsles about
half the time, I did some pretty good damage, but toward the end, I hit a wall. I
abruptly had no desire to eat anymore, so I stopped. Then when I didn't go back for
plates 2, 3, and 4. I was severly mistreated verbally. The kids decided to make
fun of me. Don't get me wrong, I could have gone back and gotten my money's worth,
but I decided not to. I also decided to be the better man and not retaliate against
their attacks. I simply held my ground and took the pressure. I mean it's not like
it was Thanksgiving!

After the glorious food fest we went to Jessica's to watch Starsky & Hutch.

The whole time while hanging out Scott was feeling a little insecure cause the
'J-crew' was in full force, (also Plewe wasn't there to hold his hand) and he was
an outsider with a Non-J name. So I decided to give him the honorary tilte of
'Justin', (as in Justin Timberlake.) I kept telling Scott/Justin to 'Bring Sexy
Back' for us. He didn't want to, I'm sure it was just too new for him. He'll get it
eventually.

Enter the Moving Season: On Saturday mornig I was woken up by a call from Tim.
Some idiot forgot to turn my phone to silent. He was recruting people to help Paul
move, and he was desperate. I agreed reluctantly. I made myself pancakes before
they got there to pick me up. They didn't have that much to move, but it was all
heavy. The worst was a big freaking fold out bed/couch! My back is still angry at
it. It looked mid sized, soft and cumfy, but Oh NO, it lied to my eyes. under the
cushions it was a solid mass of twisted steel and lead. Just picking it up was
strenuious, but then we had to manuver it thru a hall, around a corner, thru a
corridor, around a corner with stairs, and down some more stairs. And that was just
round one. To get it from the U-haul into the new place was even more interesting.
It was an old building that used to be a hotel (wide hallways, no door on bathroom,
smells like smoke). He was only on the second floor of corse. The only way to get
the bloody thing up the stairs was to turn the couch in a way that would make the
bed part want to fold out with every movement. Then half way up the stairs when
they got super excited and pushed me over backwards while trying to carry said
couch, I had to put it down and re-evaluate. then leaning over from two stairs up,
trying to bend over and pick this beast up from that point was a little awkward. We
finally managed after about giving up twice. Luckily my keen intuition and fine
tuned mental acuracy kicked in and we got the job done. On the way out after
conquring this feat Tim was trying to be the nice guy and point out all the damage
we did to the walls, stairs, doors, etc. I told him to maybe keep that stuff to
himself and not talk so loud. He's a lawyer, he should know not to admit
guild/fault to the entire appartment building(really thin walls).

Now I need to explain the pain i'm in from this adventure. Not immediatly, but
shortly thereafter I felt like I had been rolled over with a Jim size Rolling Pin.
Its all muscle pain. I believe its the area between the Rhomboid and Infraspinatus
Muscle Groups on my back.

I went home and instead of taking a nap like I wanted to, I decided to continue
Fight ing the Battle of My Life. Ah, the joy of video games. It was a good
decision on my part. I continued to battle the evil forces that have plaguing
Cyrodill. I have succesfully been infiltrating the 'Theives Guild'. I now only
have one more quest before I become the Theives Master. I also worked long and hard
at overtaking the Dark Brotherhood. Apparently I was killing the wrong people, so I
saught out the perpatrator, and destroyed him. By doing that, the head Deity of
'The Black Hand' named me to the Listener position (top of the food chain). that
means that I now listen to the voices that tell me who to kill, and now I tell
someone else to do it. Its a step or two up from where I was before. Maybe
tomorrow I'll continue to find the items that the emperor has requested I find, its
part of the main quest.

I briefly helped Jessica with 'computer stuff' in the late afternoon. Then we went
to Emily Winnie's B-Day party. It was cool. Good food. Lots of people I didn't
know. Most people formed groups around the other people they knew, so on one half
of the yard it was school friends, and the other half it was church frends.
Afterward we went to Kristens to watch Bruce Almighty. It was funny.

After that its where it gets complicated. I dropped jeff off at his place and I
drove Josh up to ucla so he could get his scooter. We found it. But we were in the
middle of an important conversation, and after like 5 minutes I shut my car off.
after 5-10 more minutes ( I don't really know how long it was cause I wasn't keeping
track) a cop car pulls up behind me flashing his lights. Oh boy. I don't think I
did anything wrong, but he could probably smell my Trojan Blood and wanted to harass
me. Cop-Boy came up and wanted to know what was going on. Well, we were talking;
and I was dropping the Big-fella off at his half pint size scooter. but I don't know
what I was thinking, I had 'girl-talk' on my mind so I answered and said we were
having 'girl talk'... the second that those words came out of my mouth, I felt like
I was kissing George Michael, so in order to rebound away from that I blurted out
"Except we're dudes! Were Dude-talking!, no no we're dudes 'locker-room talking'!"
He staired at me for a second or two, then asked where the passenger was. Oh ya,
cause I had already dropped jeff off, and Josh was int he back seat. I explained
that 'jerk-boy' in the back wanted to pretend that I was his chauffeur. He again
staired at me for a second or two. He then asked if I had been drinking. I don't
really get asked that that often, so I started giggling. and then imeadiatly to
staight face said "no of corse not". then straight back to laughing. then decided
to add " didn't you see my licence plates? I'm from Utah, Of corse I don't drink."
so now he wanted to see my drivers licence. Oh ya, well I changed it to a
california licence months ago; so the Utah comment didn't really work. I assured
him it was correct information and he told me to move along. I'm happy that he
didn't ask more questions. he probably thought that at least I was a 'fruit'. And
Josh is the one who goes there :) On the short drive off campus, I felt like a
retard, and was pissed that I had actually said outloud the words 'girl talk'. at a
red light josh rolls up next to my car window and exclaims "Girl-Talk?!? Fag!" and
laughed. And I continued feeling like a retard as I laughed at myself. I'm just
lucky the cop didn't start hitting on me.

Thats the story that Kristen wanted me Not to leave out Renee, and Kristen thats why
I'm sending this to you is to prove that it was added. But seriously, lets just
forget about that story now. Its no longer funny.

So on Sunday morning I actually got up early, (around 10). So I convinced myself to
go running, cause I missed this last thrusday and friday. It was a nice morning, so
I went to the country club. Turns out that they have a farmers market on the street
that the Greens keepers are usually 'smoking grass'. As I started I happened to be
30 paces behind some chick. I don't know her name, but I'll refer to her as 'Hot
Pants'. I felt pretty good. I was warmed up, kind of. I wasn't the campion of the
day cause Hot Pants was definatly faster, but I felt like a baby Springbok, just
opening up on the open road for the first time. I was going pretty fast. So Fast
that I noticed that bugs were splattering on my sunglasses like on a car windshield.
With every gracefull leap I took I was getting closer to hot pants. That was until
she noticed a guy following, I think, so she sped up. She passed another dude that
was a bit slower, I thought of following him for a split second, but then I realized
I didn't want to be stairing at some dude's ass for the next 20 minutes. and
besides the ponytail was facinating to watch bounce back n forth in a figure 8 type
manner. It definatly wasnt' the girl I was following weeks ago, but whatever, I did
a lot better on the uphill side. By the last side I was really pooped, but I
couldn't give up on Hot-Pants. I feel I do better when trying to keep up with
someone, otherwise a 20 min. run could take 45min. and I wouldn't even know it.

After chruch I was kind of hanging out with some of the girls there, and I think
they said it was cool if I went Visiting teaching with them, so I did. Why not,
right? I was planning on behaving the whole time, but I think Because I was there,
everyone else thought it was 'talk-time' so there were a lot of visitors to the
'visiting teaching circle'. Just a little disruptive; uh, sorry bout that. Most of
the visiting teaching consisted of Guys stink, they did this..., they did that...,
They are rude, they are dumb, so I was there to stick up for the male race, but then
I started thinking that these comments were made just cause I was there. so then I
just shut up. (man, what is that Renee Labor teaching those girls in R.S.?)
Definatly an educational experience for jimbo.

I made spagetti at my place agian for some of the kids. it was fun. Then we went
to Jeff's so he could practice his cookie making skills. During that event I had
complained about not being able to move, and Autumn said she had taken massage
classes, so I immediatly asked where I should lay down. I will now call Autumn
'Magic Fingers'. At first I was ticklish, but then it was like she was jabbing her
nuckles in between each of my ribbs! oh the pain! and I swear, she's MaYBE 100
pounds. so I figured that the pain wasn't real, so I took it like a Man. Now, I
know that in the long run it will be better for jim's back muscles, but wow, it was
like she was stabbing my nerves and pulling them like a marionette!

Monday Morning: I woke up to another beautiful European day. A thick cloud cover,
light rain, and an aura in the air that 'no one wants to talk to me'. Just like the
mission. I love it. It all cleared out by afternoon. upsetting. I was hoping all
the people I know having a beach party/BBQ would be rained out, but oh well. Shame
on me for thinking that, right?

I'm listening to Frank Sinatra.

Lunch was sponsored by Quizno's.