Daily Update

For a minute there last night I thought that the day wouldn't be interesting. My how I was wrong. After work I started fighting the Battle of My Life. Someone has to defend the universe after all.

I went over to the Santa Monica Building for FHE. They were playing games; board games to be spacific. I went just to hang out. The other ward had a lot of people there. I didn't know them so I just found the 5 people I knew and we hung out the whole time. We did a good job of 'keeping it real' by ourselves. We made fun of everyone there that deserved it, which were quite a few. It was funny to watch some of the dudes try to impress girls. They were dorks. Not for trying to impress girls, it was just HOW they were doing it which made it very entertaining.

After that wrapped up a few of us went over to cafe 50's. I hung out with Jeremy and some of his friends. It was a new experience to hang out outside of my normal circle and to dabble in someone elses circle of friends. I would have sat with the usual kids, but we all got there at different times, and it would have been really awkward if I got up and just left them there, so I stayed. It was funny cause I would hop between tables now and then, and both groups were talking about girls, girl-trouble, and girls causing/being problems, just on different scales and
different points of view. There were mostly guys at my table, (ringleader Jeremy), and mostly girls at the other (ringleader Jessica).

After I got home I continued to 'Fight the Battle of My Life' for a little while as well as working for a short time on painting and movie editing. (I really don't spend enough time on it, especially casue Jeremy is moving soon, but I promised him by the end of the week). Sometimes I sit on my bed thinking about what I should do for to long, rather than just doing stuff. Usually it taks place pretty late at night and I deliberate whether I should paint or sleep or keep playing. Its a tough decision sometimes.

I have recently noticed that I have a Wolverine-like recovery rate. You all have seen the X-Men movies, right? I need to briefly compair myself to Wolverine, the super hero. As I do that I'm thinking of the dramatic pain I was in on Saturday compaired to now. This also happened the week before. On saturday I could barley drive, and it hurt to walk. Torn muscles aren't that quick to heal for most people, but with me its different. I'm starting to see this looking back to all my injuries. And it is true that some of my bones are made of steel, just like the Adamantium steel in Wolverine's bones. so that helps out my compairison. I just don't have retractable blades that come out of my forearms. But I'm working on it.

Lunch was sponsored by the mob picnic, with a glimpse of orange jello.

(during lunch time I went up to the hospital agian. Kami is still there (room 552 in westwing). She probably dosen't want, but I think needs visitors [hint, hint]. The eurologist never showed up. her roommate is a swearing loud mouth. The pain is still there. The doctors still don't know whats going on. And she's heavily midicated. After I got there she became really tired, cause the nurses had just shot her up with feel good drugs. She sat like Cleopatra on her hospital bed
thrown, as he filled me in on the daily shinanigans.

I had to leave early to make it down to the Mob building. Kristen's 'employer' (the mob) was having some sort of party (Hit Man Appreciation Day). I think they were celebrating 25 years of successful 'hits'. KA is out of town at girls camp (hit-man training), but didn't want her portion to go to waste (ie. had to keep her territory in line), so she asked me to show up to represent her (as a Conciliary to represent her in all business dealings). Wow was it good food! Some sort of open BBQ picnic out on one of the parking lots. Mmmm Mmmm. At first I wasn't able to locate the party, checking almost every floor for signs of activity. Nothing. On the way down in the elevator I mis-pressed the buttons, getting off a floor early, but when the doors opened, I heard party noises and my nose took over from there. I loitered outside for a minute just to make sure that I wasn't the only guy, then I followed some guy in. I headed straight for the food, filled a plate then made my way out. A clean get away! This was a good free lunch.)

I'm listening to a group named 'Satellite Party'.