Daily Update

Hmmm, what to say. I really don't think last night was as eventful as previous
nights. I went home teaching. First we were meeting with Autumn. I got there
early for once instead of the typically 'mandatory 10-15 min. late'. So we just
watched Clips from Star Wars on her Super-Duper TV Projection wall. Its like a mini
movie theater. Its spectacular. Needless to say, It was a wonderful visit.

After that I went over to Jeff's place to watch some of 'The Office' marathon.
Instead of going out and filling myself full of pure 'un-healthiness' (Jack in the
Box)again, we just ate some of the food that I have been storing over at their
place. I don't have enough stuff to have my own shelf in the fridge/freezer, but
any day now. Two dinners in a week war rents some sort of special treatment I
think.

Jeff and I started planning our Europe trip. Wow, was it fun. Thinking of all the
old places I still need to see, and places to go back to (as well as avoiding the
places I'm not allowed back to). I was trying to talk jeff into visiting some beach
cities for a few days with me, but he would have none of that. Ryan would also be
to scared of European beaches as well.

Also earlier that evening Josh had phoned me from Fresno, as I was cruising the
boulevard. He asked me to move his car for the street sweepers before Friday. As I
was doing that I didn't want to be conspicuous, so I felt I needed to act and dress
just like him so the neighbors or landlady wouldn't get in my way or cause trouble.
I wore all blue. as I walked toward his place I acted real tough; I inflated my
arms chest and neck, and staggered my legs. Everything went as planned. As I was
driving around I had the window down, and just so everything would go just as if
Josh was driving, I would either growl or yell at people as I drove by. And then
laugh at them and point, or just giggle. It was great. My plan worked perfectly.
No one noticed at thing.

Weekend has been booked full. My day-planner has asked me for a break, but I
declined its request. Saturday should be very productive with General Conference,
eating, Man-Box building, and maybe even painting happening all at once.

In case you didn't get the email, Time Warner digital cable is showing Conference on
channel 698 this weekend. Don't get lost on our way there like my Dad ALWAYS does!
Mr. Richard Parsons and Mr. Glenn Britt have hidden this channel between the Game
show Network and QVC/home shopping network. They've been known to do stuff like
that.

Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's Diner.

I'm listening to Oingo Boingo right now.

Daily Update

Went shopping yesterday after work. I wanted to find some 'threads' similar to the
clothing that my older brother wouldn't let me buy when we were in Utah. What a
parent; "Don't buy that, Don't Say that, Be quite, You're being rude, Put your pants
back on, don't drive on the sidewalk" all things I've had to endure from him.
Right Buddy. So anyway, I was at the 3rd street Prominade. Apparently Joe called
the stores ahead of time because after my initial walk thru (to see what stores I
wanted to stop at) they all started closing on me! Exactly as I approached the
front doors, someone would pop out from behind the maniquin display. It was like I
had leporsy or something. There were however three stores that I was able to
patronize(they were open later than the others.) At Barns n' Nobles I asked some
clerk for a drawing book. It took him about 5 minutes to describe where to go
(correct answer should have been "first floor- to the right of the registers")and
how extensive the collection was that they had (lots of stuff, some good, lots of
crap). Then another 5 min. for him to tell me how much he loved drawing himself.
Now, I asked for a perspective geometry drawing book. He then recomended some book
to me called Anatomy for artists. (Drawing buildings and people is different). I
happened to notice this book when standing there, so I decided to venture a peek.
Oh Boy. I cracked its pages and immediatly noticed that the back half of the book
was spacifically pictures and drawings of guys 'Dongs'. I assure you all that the
book was not open for more than a tenth of a second! I didn't like that drawing
book. I will not be buying it. And I don't like lookin at dudes!

In the next store I went, some high school kid, who worked there, starts asking me
what I was looking for. I told him "nothing" and walked off. I started looking at
shorts, so 'Monkey boy' starts asking me what size/color/style i was interested in.
So suprised in his persistance, I mumbled something like: "what, are you trying to
come onto me?" He didn't hear, but he did keep following me like a crazed fan.

In the last store, there were mostly chicks there, and I'm actually not entirly sure
it was a store for guys, so I won't tell you the name, but everyone was nice there
(sassy too).

Today walking back to the office after lunch, I had to confront a dangerous band of
environmentalists. Luckily I saw them coming so when they asked if I wanted to help
them fix the environment, All I could think of saying was "I work for Exxon". He
didn't say anything, and I kept walking.

Lunch was brought to us by Jamba Juice, the letter K, and the number 7.

I'm listening to a utah local band called Lazy Eye.(the band who performed at Anna's
cabin that one time)

Daily Update

I got off work late. The sun was still out. I had to go home to finish the daily
update. I was in a crunch at work.

I think today I should play catch up on some of the grand stuff I've done on the
last little while, not to pat myself on the back to much. When I was in Utah, can
you guess where I ate? No, not Panda Espress. (the ones in LA are better anyway,
and they haven't made me sick yet). Thats right, Crown Burger it was! Mmmmmmm! Then
on Monday at Gandolfo's. And then some Chinese place that my brother likes and I
mildly dislike.

A few weeks back I was mildly depressed/frustrated at the hand life had delt me. So
I had to do what any guy would do to cheer himself up, 'Go Suit Shopping'! Jeff,
Ryan and myself went down to Macy's to 'Spend' our sorrow's away. We all bought
suits and we are feeling pretty darn good about it.

I went running last night. I was super rushed for time so I didn't make it to the
Brentwood track. I just did a tour of my own neighborhood. I must admit that I
didn't traint for the hills! (right joe) The hills and the toxic LA air was burning
my lungs severly. I either turned super-out-of-shape real quick, or the hills were
steeper than I imagined, or the band of enemy ninja filled my neighborhood with a
toxic gas that was ment to slow me down, which I only overcame by lots of training
and dedicated study. I think it was about the same distance that I usually go, but
I think my leg injury is still lingering. As I sprinted over the second hill,
crossing Ohio, I felt my calf go weak. I didn't slow down because I thought that
one of the secret ninja could have been shooting poisonous darts at me with the
standard issue blow-dart gun. I only had to live thru the pain for 10 more minutes.
I only thought I was doing good after I started passing cars, and I didn't see any
other runners so it wasn't that glorious.

I went over to Jeff's to make dinner, but it turn into me making dinner for a bunch
of the kids too. Later it turned into us working on our Man-boxes. It was
spectacular. Jessica was there to help us. (It was already late otherwise I would
have called more people to come over and join us for craft night. I don't feel like
I've spoken with very many people in the last few weeks.) Evan was there working on
wedding prep, stuffing envelopes and what not. We made fun of him as much as
possible cause he was trying his hardest to make fun of our Man-Boxes. Shame on
him. He deserved it all.

I'm listening to German Punk music right now.

Lunch was sponsored by BJ's, and hosted by my bosses. I love their barbeque chicken Pizza!

Daily Update

Oh look at the white fluffy clouds. I just remembered when I got to work that it
wasn't monday. Oops. I hope your Monday's wern't to boring without a daily update
from jimbo. I was super busy inside the walls of utah. My little sister's mission
farwell was on Sunday. She's going to New York. I think she will be known as 'That
Sister', if you know what I mean. "Sisters are Blisters" is how I've heard it. And
I'm sure my sister will not let that title down.

So getting to Salt Lake was more a chore than I had ever imagined. I never thought
I'd say this but I had wished that I would have taken Southwest. the plane was
late. delayed, and then broken! after 35 minutes of waiting they drove back to the
gate so maintenance could check something out. an hour and a half later they
decided we could fly again. And, on the way back I thought that Delta was going to
make up for that infraction by leaving SLC early and landing 30 minutes early, but
no, that didn't mean we got to the gate until 15 after scheduled arrive time,
putting us 45 minutes late. Oh bother.

Oh the plane I sat next to some sassy chick who had LOTs of junk food and was very
talkitive. We talked it up the whole time. For a few minutes it turned into a
religious discussion, cause hey, its salt lake. I had to laugh out loud at myself
because I always think of all those general authority talks where they mention
baptizing people on the plane after knowing them for 5 minutes, so I was thinking
that I would be gathering some great material for the possible next talk I might
have to give, but then I remembered that the last talk I gave I spoke about Hookers,
Bars and my embarassing moments which I think put me on the 'don't let him talk for
a while' list. So I think I'm still safe.

Some of you may know my 'new sister' Brandi. Over this past weekend she collected a
suprising number of nicknames, for example: Brand-zilla, Brandi-locks, Ruffels,
B-Diddy, Green shirt girl, 'Slippery', and most favorite- "Brandgalina (the
original)". Those are just the ones I can remember for now. I'm only bringing her
up because she won the Chocolate chip cookie bake off that I forced her and my
mother to have in my honor. That and she tried to tell other people in my family
about the 'girl talk' story, luckily for me it didn't work. And I beat her in some
card game twice.

Oh look at those angry dark gray clouds. Its lunch time and I'm scared to leave the
office. I went to lunch with Susan and Julianne. It was weird cause Susan told me
that her friend wants to become mormon and asked what she needed to do, and Julianne
seemed like she was asking career advice, which was weird. Why would anyone trust
me with career advice? So I had to put on my 'serious discussion' cap for both of
the conversations. It was a little dusty, but I think it worked out well.

I just found out that Chochai's last day is tomorrow. Life has already been crappy,
so taking over his projects won't be a big deal.

Oh wow, the clouds are nice again, but its cold outside.

Lunch was sponsored by Daphnies.

I'm listening to BT (european techno)

Wow, its really late, I gotta go.

Daily Update

As work was finishing yesterday I was talking with the team a bit. I was trying to
get Julianne to translate a bunch of stuff into chinese for me. Turns out its
easier to get children to take medicine. She drinks loads of Giggle-Juice for lunch
every day, or hard liquor. So then I turned to the Thai's and they started helping
me. (its just that I wasnt' planning on carving Thai into my Man-Box. I guess they
have dragons in Thailand too...) but We started translating everyones name. like
Smith, Anderson, Feldman, or the like. It was fun and informative. My friend
here, he goes by Ta. We started looking for a good replacement name, cause when
vendors come in and ask for our names so they can report to their superiors about
how great we are we give our proper names; for example I'd tell them James instead
of Jim. Ta on the otherhand confuses them a little bit. his full first name is
Yuthadanai. We were looking thru baby names that would start with a Y, but there
wernt' any easier names, so I think we're sticking with Ta for now.

It was supposed to be TV night. It was a Thursday afterall. The Office was
supposed to be on, the internet said so. But when the time came, nothing. A dumb
episode of My name is Earl instead. I decided to write a complaint letter to Jeff
Zucker. He's an old buddy of mine (CEO of NBC/Universal). We just can't be having
irresponsable television programming like this. Who cares about that silly
basketball tournament, we the people need our usual programming!

So our UPS guy is my buddy now. Every time he comes in he yells my name from behind
our entry wall (wether I'm there or not). Ya, I think its a little weird too. So
do my co-workers. I keep teasing Julianne that I'm going to introduce her to him,
she sits three desks away from me, but I'm pretty sure that would just be a funny
disaster. He's down with that stylish hip-hop lingo and slang. Yesterday he kept
calling me 'Player'. Maybe next time he comes in I'll try to find out his name.

I'm listening to Pearl Jam.

Lunch was sponsored by 'India's Oven'.

Daily Update

I forgot to mention this yesterday, but as I was driving back from my late night USC
trip; I was waiting at a red light at the corner of Sawtelle and Santa Monica Blvd.
The left turn arrow turned green. I was in the lane next to that. the car turning
left proceeded. The white lexus to the right of me also decided to precede. Being
very consious and alert I immediatly told myself something bad was about to happen.
The car driving in the opposite direction, who had the green arrow also proceeded.
The white lexus must not have been watching the traffic, lights, or anything else,
but he decided to get right in the path of the oncoming car. the other car turning
left, crossing our lanes, also must not have been watching the retared lexus cause
they really smacked eachother, which left him laying right in front of me. I also
had flashbacks from last Feb 7th; I got really nervous, the shakes, cold sweat, etc.
I decided to avoid the whole scene and turn left myself and use the neighborhoods.
Was that wrong not to leave my information? I only would have been telling the cops
how dumb the white lexus was. Later I remembered Evan's incident and changed my
mind about what I did. I don't like thinking about car wrecks.

So I went running last night. It wasn't my normal schedule, but I was feeling
lucky.
It was weird, but I could tell this story two different ways. The night was like a
bonsi tree. The shape of the tree crown is sculpted completely differently than the
wooden structure. Now, on the surface it was a typical wonderful run. I was strong
and graceful. When people were watching I was spectacular. I contiously worked on
my form and technque. Thats what my buddy Carl Lewis told me to do. I even passed
Pony-tail girl and Hot-pants. I can't relate to the animals of the safari this
time, because deep down i was still recovering from last weeks injurys, as well as
from a solid five days of lots of sugar and food. I started as more of a victory
lap from last week's triumph, but ended quickly. The metal plate in my leg began to
ache, as well as my calf as I began running. I think in the beautiful display of
athleticism last thursday I over extrenuated the tolerance levels of that muscle,
so now I pay the price; I'm either leaping to high when I spring from step to step,
or the muscle is growing to quickly, which I can do nothing about. It was even
difficult to start, because they were filming a movie on all surrounding streets, so
they were all closed. I did pound one cookie from Diddy Reese before, but it felt
like I had just eaten a full meal after a few minutes. the only reason I can think
of is the ultra late start that I got. My hypothisis is that the level of running
skill is much like a bell curve. Although the only times I feel I have time to run
are at the beginning and end of day, a run in the middle of the day might be so
overpowering, it would be to much for words. I will put that to the test in the
following weeks.

I went over to he greenfield girls' place to watch tv and pound more sugar. I don't
know why I mess around with cookies or brownies. I'm just going to start sniffing
it or just injecting syrup into my arms.

Tomorrow i want to fly a kite. It will be fun. I will tell you all about it. You
will like it too.

Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice. (Breakfast was sponsored by Ralph's Bakery.)

I'm listening to The Living End currently.

Daily Update

Last night I went to the Cheesecake Factory with my friends that are in town from
the Big Apple. Wow was it good. Jeff came with too. While there I apparently was
obnoxious. Morgan, the waitress, was really nice... but a little slow. Then there
was me, just goofing off, had to get her attention a few times so I would either
stand and wave for up to a full 60 seconds at a time, or plant my chair right in the
middle of the asile. then when one of the servers would be running around the
corner they would run into my chair and then try to excuse themselves for running
into me. "Oh, no worries, but now that I have your attention..." then I'd ask for
stuff. that way I could be involved with the conversation and get peoples
attention. two birds, one stone. I would also yell across the resturant for Morgan
to come over at times. But thats what you're supposed to do right? Rich, one
friend with us, reminded the group of the first time I met his wife. Now this is
all from Rich, cause I've chosen to forget it, but according to him upon him
introducing his wife to me I said "Hi, nice to meet you,... nice berret", (she was
wearing a berret at the time) then I rolled my eyes, turned my head and acted like I
had just been grossed out. (a reference to Caddyshack: hat/free bowl of soup
scene). It was in a school setting so I was feeling pretty comfortable I might add.
I don't remember acting that annoying, but apparently I was. She was pretty
suprised having just met me; and trying to recover, I tried to explain that it
wasn't her, it was just the hat and if she knew french people Like I knew them, she
too would understand. Luckily Rich was there to smooth things over for me.
Immediatly after that Mark wanted to add in that he and his wife had similar
experiences with me at school. I allegedly would never refer to her by name, only
Mrs. Mark. And I would ask him questions about her when she was right there. Stuff
like: "Does it bother Mrs. Mark of I do this?", or "Do you or Mrs. Mark want
anything from the store?". Innocent stuff right? Well, I was funnier then.

So I was unable to go running last night due to the special circumstances at the
eatery. I figure a day or two wouldn't hurt me seeing how well that I've been
doing. Maybe tonight I can re-prove myself. I think this next time I'm going to
tie ribbons to my arms and lower legs and forehead. I will be a one man parade.

I started painting again last night. It has been a while. I have been bottling up
most of my creative juices for this such an occasion. I have about 4 painting ideas
that need to be worked out all inside of the next month, hopfully. And I can not
neglect my responsibilities to the Man-Box project. So don't tell the others about
the painting stuff. Wow, we havent worked on the Man-Boxes for a few weeks now.
All I can say is that they are going to be so freaking cool!

I had do make a late night trip down town to SC's campus again.

I practiced my yodeling late into the night as I responded to a bunch of emails.
The neighbors are going to love me.

Did I tell you about the flock of killer Seagulls that tried to attack me yesterday?
well, they did. In my parking lot at work there were like 20-30 seagulls waiting
for me by my parking spot as I arrived. I think the ninja that have after me put
them up to it.

i'M listening to Pink floyd right now. I'll admit, its a little weird.

Lunch was sponsored by Cheesecake Factory's Spicy Cashew Chicken (Leftovers).