Daily Update

Oh my Goodness, I feel that I owe so many of you apologies right now. I don't even know where to begin. Fairburn, Selby, Greenfield, Beans, are there any more? How many more have been kept up late at night, or early into the morning against their will?! I feel so bad now that I know exactly what its like. Now I think I know why we're not allowed over at other apartments as much anymore. :( Will you ever forgive me? I can't speak for the others, but I am terribly sorry.

I was going to go running, but then fell into a computer game mode. oops.

So I had a run in with the 'late night J-Crew' last night you see. I had never realized it was as bad as it was. I stopped by Jeff's place to hang out for a second, maybe to talk about a few trip things, but also to get out of my place. I should have stayed home. I was kind of bored not doing anything inside his oven like apartment. So I told them I'd catch them later. "Oh No, don't leave, lets get something to eat." OK, lets go... then they go right back to doing what they were, which was Josh surfing the internet looking for stupid YouTube videos that had long since been removed (mistake). "No, seriously, I have stuff to do"... No response. So I say good bye and start to leave, "Oh just watch this one more video clip"... (mistake) Three clips later they finally muster up the courage to follow me out the door.

We go down to Jack in the Box(another mistake). It was entertaining for about 3 minutes, during which time I was eating. Then the other two sit back and start philosophizing about sports, religion and politics. All of which discussions have no ending in this century. So I remind them two more times that I've had enough and got to go. Now I need a good excuse in order to leave. Although Laundry and room cleaning and packing aren't good enough reasons for them, I disagreed so I left. then they think I'm agitated so they finally follow me back. I, for some reason, let fly that there was someone I needed to call (mistake). And they of course thought that they needed to be apart of that conversation. So I let them attend my attempted phone call session (mistake). I was only being concerned with someones well being, but they were really reading into the situation (retards). Luckily the person wasn't there (mistake). So now they're in my car and won't get out. Fine, I'll drive them home and save them less than 20 seconds of walking (mistake). Then they didn't want to get out of my car. Then they wanted to discuss what was taking place tomorrow night. But I didn't want to at that point (they weren't about to have any short conversation tonight). I told them I'd see them later and that I needed to get home. With the car doors open, they didn't think they wanted to get out. [now if there isn't anything more frustrating than dealing with 6 year old kids at 12am, I don't know what is.] I did the best to suppress my murderous rage and curses (not sure it mistake or not). You would have been proud of me there, no murder, no violent language (It wouldn't have done anything to those retards anyway.) [and when I say 'They', i mean Josh, with jeff peering over his shoulder like a little monkey, giggling like a little school girl]. After a few minutes it hits me that they're just being jerks and delaying with their lawyer/political anitics, so I told them that I'm going home if they get out or not. They didn't budge, so I started to drive home. Josh was nice enough to keep his passenger door forced open the whole way to my place as well (I hope you can feel my sarcasm). As I drove I had this urge to get close enough for the door to hit something which would force it closed. But then I thought of all the satisfaction that it would indeed give me, but it would eventually piss me off whenever I try to sell or repair it, so luckily my stupidity filter was working overtime then (not sure if mistake yet).

So we make it to my place, and they didn't want to get out of my car. It was their last attempt to control me, but their attempts failed, I reminded them that they knew where I lived, and I marched up to my place. They eventually followed, and continued their annoying political/religious debates, while I tried to find my missing American Express Card and did laundry. Finally by 2am I had finished folding my laundry and told them if they weren't at my car when I got there, I was going to lock it and return to my bed, letting them walk home. But they were in more of a cooperative mood by this point, and I was really tired. By the time I tried to drop them off, they were trying to start another annoying conversation, which I would have none of, so I just told them to "GET OUT" with an expressionless face. Sometimes you just got to be stern with kids. Next time I'll have a squirt gun with me so I might be able to train them not to scratch furniture or pee on carpets n such.

Today was busy at work. But I wasn't to shy about how many people I told about my trip. They were all excited for me too. (I think that just means that I have to get them something now).

OK, so there's the scoop... as some of you may know, I'm leaving town for two weeks starting Sunday evening. As much as I'd like to still keep the tradition of me sending all of you funny/annoying/boring/repetitive emails, I don't know that I'll be able to. So you might get a few, but please excuse me if it isn't every day. Don't worry, I'll still fill you in on every exciting adventure. And I plan to have lots of them. Tenativly, Jeff Plewe, and I are flying into London. spending the night. Chunneling over to Paris, hanging out for 4 days. Train-ing over to Gimmelwald Switzerland for two days. on Monday we're going to Venice for a night. Then we're going to the Cinque Terra for 2 days. Stopping by Pizza on the way to Rome for 3 days. then on the fourth day morning we're catching a plane from Rome to London, then a few hours later from London to LA.

I'm listening to Die Aertze right now. They are a German punk rock band.

Lunch was sponsored by Baja Fresh and hosted by Courtney.

24 hours till usc football kicks off its next triumphal season.

48 hours till European 'Go-Time'.