The Exodus continues; another friend of ours has decided to leave. This ones name was Ashlie. She just finished school in Graphic design here, and has decided to ignore the job market here and return to the small town of Sacramento.
I went running last night. I thought I had a few extra minutes before the Wednesday night dance training session. I also thought I had a little to much energy apparently. My how I was wrong. I started out in pain. I was hoping to work thru it in the first 3 minutes, but after 3min 5 seconds I realized it wasn't going away. I was fearful that the Secret band of Tree people were back to antagonize me, but I didn't see them around at all. And the most painful part of this trip, because it was so spur of the moment, I had forgotten to bring my new j-pod! That really added to my misery, all 18:33 of it. In the absence of sound, I had time to ponder life,
and other important things; until the beauty pageant girls ran by that is. This day I was like a weak Zebra uncle. No strength, no determination, just hanging on freeloading off of the others in the zebra family, waiting for the government to help subsidize his meaningless zebra life. It was sad. I think other animals could have walked around faster. Next time will be better.
So last night I was on my way to dance class when josh called. He needed a ride. I went to pick him up. We only would have been 15 min late, if he was actually at home. I had to wait for him 20 min. as he pulled a plewe. We got there, and he immediately took a phone call which happened to last till after dancing was over. We learned how to 'Salsa'. I jumped in line and started dancing the night away. There was only one problem. I don't know her name but she was a stalker. I wasn't sure if she had a twitch at first, but she's was a 'winker'. I couldn't help but to laugh after I realized it. At that point the circle couldn't have rotated soon enough! (girls rotate around the circle from guy to guy, guys stay put). At the end I was trying to hang out and talk with some of my lovely friends. I was beautifully encased in a circle of friends when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, She was stalking me. I tightened the perimeter of the circle, and immediately started making the group shuffle towards the door. EmWin and her crew went the complete opposite direction which didn't help. Jeff was distracted by the first person he saw after making a break for it. Josh faded out quickly thereafter. Kristen was my
only true wing-man, (or wing-woman if you prefer). The second we exited the building, I sprinted for my car, dove in and locked the doors behind me. I think KA saved my life. I'm pretty sure The Stalker wanted to eat my head. Jeff didn't understand what was happening, so he waited for an invitation. After screaming and almost leaving him there as a casualty, I had to explain to him what a level 3 stalker alert was.
After my nerves calmed we went over to Greenfield to partake of Josh's first attempt at homemade ice cream (made late the night before). It was OK. It would have been better if the whole group didn't make fun of poor me the whole time, twisting my words, and misunderstanding me so much. (the only good thing from that spat was me not swearing. I had to try hard, but I withstood their fiery darts.)
As I maneuver around my office I do so in different ways. I must do this many times each day to accomplish my different assigned tasks. By doing this I have had the chance to practice my stealthy ninja like skills. One must prepare for all situations at work and at home. I have found this to be beneficial in many ways. First, I have the chance to take my shoes off. Although my shoes are always handsome and intelligent looking, I am unable to wear the desired sandals at this time, so I feel that by taking off my foot coverings, it acts the same by cooling my foot temperature. (don't worry Brandi- I wash my feet every day, and wear clean socks almost every day). And Secondly, I have the chance to practice my silent movement techniques. It takes years of practice to out-stealth the ninja masters and I'm almost to that point. As I walk around my office, I'll find it better to walk with the pads of my feet instead of on the heel. mostly I'll go 'toe-heel', but occasionally just 'toe-toe'. I call those 'stealth mode', and 'super stealthy mode'. I'ts always good to be in practice, in case an occasion arises that I'd need to use those modes outside of training. And lastly, I strut around our hard-wood floored office as a favor to them, namely because of all the purple flowered trees, who release the sticky sap-dispersing buds quite often. This favor consists of my socks helping clean up the discussing dark sap residue that is always left behind on the floors. Now, I know what you're thinking, and I know that it seems gross, but I do want to add that there is a small landing strip of carpet between my chair and the wooden floors which is used to scrape off all the crap from my socks.
I'm listening to the Offspring right now. I don't think that I've listened to them
since high school. Some of the band members were in the USC marching band.
Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice. (I'll be honest, Jamba Juice is good and all,
but its nothing like the smoothie I used to get from Penn Station, in NY. How I
remember them anyway.)
I went running last night. I thought I had a few extra minutes before the Wednesday night dance training session. I also thought I had a little to much energy apparently. My how I was wrong. I started out in pain. I was hoping to work thru it in the first 3 minutes, but after 3min 5 seconds I realized it wasn't going away. I was fearful that the Secret band of Tree people were back to antagonize me, but I didn't see them around at all. And the most painful part of this trip, because it was so spur of the moment, I had forgotten to bring my new j-pod! That really added to my misery, all 18:33 of it. In the absence of sound, I had time to ponder life,
and other important things; until the beauty pageant girls ran by that is. This day I was like a weak Zebra uncle. No strength, no determination, just hanging on freeloading off of the others in the zebra family, waiting for the government to help subsidize his meaningless zebra life. It was sad. I think other animals could have walked around faster. Next time will be better.
So last night I was on my way to dance class when josh called. He needed a ride. I went to pick him up. We only would have been 15 min late, if he was actually at home. I had to wait for him 20 min. as he pulled a plewe. We got there, and he immediately took a phone call which happened to last till after dancing was over. We learned how to 'Salsa'. I jumped in line and started dancing the night away. There was only one problem. I don't know her name but she was a stalker. I wasn't sure if she had a twitch at first, but she's was a 'winker'. I couldn't help but to laugh after I realized it. At that point the circle couldn't have rotated soon enough! (girls rotate around the circle from guy to guy, guys stay put). At the end I was trying to hang out and talk with some of my lovely friends. I was beautifully encased in a circle of friends when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, She was stalking me. I tightened the perimeter of the circle, and immediately started making the group shuffle towards the door. EmWin and her crew went the complete opposite direction which didn't help. Jeff was distracted by the first person he saw after making a break for it. Josh faded out quickly thereafter. Kristen was my
only true wing-man, (or wing-woman if you prefer). The second we exited the building, I sprinted for my car, dove in and locked the doors behind me. I think KA saved my life. I'm pretty sure The Stalker wanted to eat my head. Jeff didn't understand what was happening, so he waited for an invitation. After screaming and almost leaving him there as a casualty, I had to explain to him what a level 3 stalker alert was.
After my nerves calmed we went over to Greenfield to partake of Josh's first attempt at homemade ice cream (made late the night before). It was OK. It would have been better if the whole group didn't make fun of poor me the whole time, twisting my words, and misunderstanding me so much. (the only good thing from that spat was me not swearing. I had to try hard, but I withstood their fiery darts.)
As I maneuver around my office I do so in different ways. I must do this many times each day to accomplish my different assigned tasks. By doing this I have had the chance to practice my stealthy ninja like skills. One must prepare for all situations at work and at home. I have found this to be beneficial in many ways. First, I have the chance to take my shoes off. Although my shoes are always handsome and intelligent looking, I am unable to wear the desired sandals at this time, so I feel that by taking off my foot coverings, it acts the same by cooling my foot temperature. (don't worry Brandi- I wash my feet every day, and wear clean socks almost every day). And Secondly, I have the chance to practice my silent movement techniques. It takes years of practice to out-stealth the ninja masters and I'm almost to that point. As I walk around my office, I'll find it better to walk with the pads of my feet instead of on the heel. mostly I'll go 'toe-heel', but occasionally just 'toe-toe'. I call those 'stealth mode', and 'super stealthy mode'. I'ts always good to be in practice, in case an occasion arises that I'd need to use those modes outside of training. And lastly, I strut around our hard-wood floored office as a favor to them, namely because of all the purple flowered trees, who release the sticky sap-dispersing buds quite often. This favor consists of my socks helping clean up the discussing dark sap residue that is always left behind on the floors. Now, I know what you're thinking, and I know that it seems gross, but I do want to add that there is a small landing strip of carpet between my chair and the wooden floors which is used to scrape off all the crap from my socks.
I'm listening to the Offspring right now. I don't think that I've listened to them
since high school. Some of the band members were in the USC marching band.
Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice. (I'll be honest, Jamba Juice is good and all,
but its nothing like the smoothie I used to get from Penn Station, in NY. How I
remember them anyway.)
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