Daily Update

In case you hadn't heard Sara Collins was rushed to the Emergency room at ucla early this morning by roommates after experiencing horrible side pain. They thought it was Kidney stones, but they did a ct scan, or a cat scan and 'it came up negative'. what ever that means. So she's just in pain now, legally using mind altering substances. Emily is probably with her.

So last night I was strongly urged to finish my day's task before I left. At times the bosses in the office treat us like a card game, no, like a chess game. We are all just pawns in the workplace here. Being used as pieces of strategy, just to make the company money, its what work is all about, right. I was passed from one project to another, and before I knew it, I was ushered to even another. (I wonder who my 'handler' is) I am also on the clean-up crew apparently. Fixing up the projects before they go out the door. That means I'm more than a pawn, I'm a knight
then, right? Jumping from here and there, over things and around corners. So anyway, I was rushing to finish this project so I could leave. I finished at the stroke of 6pm, ready to check out. But finishing is only part of the process, now I had to print it out. If we had projects that could be printed on simple laser printers life would be grand, but we don't. Our 'printers are 3-4 feet wide, and print off a roll of paper. It would take about 2 minutes from the send button, to the sheet is done. OK, so I have that to look forward to. But there are also 8 other people who might want to print at the same time, and last night it turns out that Tor had just sent 30 copies of a colored sheet to print. When color is involved, then it takes 3-5 minutes. We somehow finagled Tor to let us slip in one print job before his. As we did that, it stalled the printer for about 8 minutes. I think Tor had to stay really late.

I was going to FHE next. Marco was showing us all how to mix music. He is a music producer, and mixes great hip-hop, Techno, and house beats on a daily basis. How rad is that. At the same time Lisa Stout was holding auditions for a little play she's producing. I wasn't really wanting to be a performer, but I felt I needed to show up because she really needed guys to be in her Shakespearean rendition. But at the last minute a bunch of dudes showed up, so I didn't feel I needed to help out anymore, but then I had already told her that I would, so I had been trapped. I'm sure I am a better performer than the other dude want-a-bee's that showed up, and it would be funny to see how into it they were, and how much of a mockery I'd make them
into, but I just wasn't feeling it. Now that I've auditioned for something, the only thing I have left to do before I'm 100% Los-Angeliean is to start writing a script for a movie.

After that, and after chatting it up in the parking lot, I was going to go to someones birthday party, but was called away by the j's. They were on their way to Tommy Burger, and I needed to be there too, my stomach needed to be there that is. As I got there I quickly realized that I was definitely a third wheel (odd man out so to speak). I'm not going to tell you who all could have been there, in case I walked in on three secrets that didn't want to be mentioned, but there were 3 guys and 3 girls, and then jim. Hmmm, that isn't awkward (sarcastic). To me it was very
obvious, but when I asked them all about it they all acted surprised and denied my claims(how convenient). Messy greasy food that can melt thru paper is always good. After eating, the 'Date night' was going to watch 'a movie'. But I had my own way to go, back into the night for this lone wolf. I then stopped over at the B-day party, which had already wound down, so I just ate cake and left. The perfect get-a-way.

I went home and painted for a bit, then I fought the battle of my life for way to long. But it was good. I fought fiercely. I showed all the bad guys who's boss.

I'm listening to Nirvana right now.

Lunch was sponsored by Burger king, while hosted by Emily.

Happy Birthday America