Daily Update

It was a Monday night. I was sitting in a chair. I was prepairing myself to go to
FHE. I always feel like I should make a token appearence. But in doing so, I
noticed an old phone number list sitting on my bed. Without reason I picked up a
binder of papers from my bed. I looked down as if it was something that I should be
doing. I noticed it as if it was calling to me. It was the only legible thing on
the entire page. It was for a store nameded Pearl. Its an arts n' crafts type
store. I felt it was a sign, so I had to go. Noticing the clock, I was already
late to the scheduled FHE, so I reorganized my priorities and ran to my car. Of all
the worthwhile things I could have been doing, I chose to go across town to research
materials for my Man-Box. I stratigically wove in and out of traffic like a
seamstress knitting a sweater. With the turns I was making, and the cars I was
dodging, I could have knitted a sweater for an octapus. Just like in Disney
cartoons I turned the corner and there it stood before me, like an oasis in the
sand, and choir's sang as I drove into the parking lot. It was the only thing lit
up on the whole street. As I rushed into the store, I casually noticed the two
security gaurds at the entrance and another one making rounds inside the store. I
did my needed research on the second floor of this Arts n Crafts library then
decided to leave after convincing myself not to spend any money. I now regret that
and will hopfully go back tonight. But on the way out, as I was decending down the
stairs someone called security and there was at least one uniformed rent-a-cop rush
upstairs. I don't know why I would think that they would want to come after me, but
I did. I had no reason to stay, so I continued to my car. for some reason I
thought that the two doormen were going to try to tackle me. As I made it to my car
I felt like I was getting away with something. But I hadn't done anything. I
didn't know what it was, but I thought that something had just gone down in the
place. So I felt good about leaving.

As originally intended, I made it over to Dodge-Ball night at the Santa Monica
building. I didn't feel like participating. I thought there were to many
'over-the-top' type characters that live to do good at dodge ball. And they were
only using nerf balls, nothing of any consiquence, so I didn't play.

I then made it over to Jeff's. I know, big suprise. But what was a suprise, was
that it was so boring over there. Evan was writing a paper, which means he was
actually watching TV, and Dental Boy was just firing up the ol laptop to start
looking at last week's emails, and Jeffie was writing is his diary. Oh wow, I never
so much wanted to be at the dentist having cavities filled than at that point. I
was desperate! what was I to do? I finally ran away to Jack in the box. After
hiding under the tables there for 10 minutes, they told me to leave. I tried to
resort to Greenfield, which was no safehouse. I was turned away by a locked door.
I ended up resorting back to the Veteran flat. It was kind of painful, so I
eventually left. And that was it for the night.

I hope it wasn't to rude of me, but I emailed a Korean friend of mine, and asked if
he was planning to pull a 'virginia tech' here. The only part I regret saying to
him is how I was sorry that his brother (the shooter) didn't make it out, and how
'they' all look the same to me. Don't worry, its not the first time I've said that
to him. He heard it at least once a week for our stay at usc. I definatly think
I'm on his revenge list.

Yesterday at work I got only 6 emails. I checked my account only 12 times. I sent
3 emails, including the daily update. Two of those emails were sent due to a
purchace I made, so they shouldn't count. Two of which were responses to previous
emails.

I'm listening to New Found Glory right now.

Lunch was sponsored by In n Out. I really need to start bringing my own lunches.