Stage III: Newberg

So as a hero in a game I departed from my hometown, from my formal training(high school), to embark on a bigger journey. But as in most games once you get to the town you are lost.

Lost as in you can't find or contact any of NPCs you should ( in my case Haskell or Sam...) because they aren't in the spot they should be (or in my case Haskell not answering cell phone and Sam not responding to messages) but such is life.

So its 11 at night... usually the beginning of the usual long, drawn out night for me. But I have no activity to help weedle away the hours... Haskell I hate you, and not in a racist "I peed in your rice bowl" kind of way but in the "You didn't answer your cell phone you stupid prick" way.
And Sam... you can't hate Sam, he's like the special ed kid that kicks you in the balls and laughs, there's no point in getting angry with him... he wouldn't understand why.

So now I sit in my brother's apartment waiting for tomorrow to come... so I can find some activity... friggin bored... so... bored.....

The End of the Longest Driving Session

Tomorrow is my last day of driving. I've been driving for 3 years and did all the scale and billing for 3 years before that, I'm so sick of silage I can't see straight and want to gag everytime I smell it. Today was the perfect driving day. It was a cool 65 degrees, windy and overcast... but as luck would have it, the hay was too wet to chop so it extended our schedule to tomorrow being the last day and I just know that when I get up in the morning its gonna be a sweltering 95 degrees... man I hate my life... on the upside because all we have left is a mini-mini-pivot (4 pivot tracks to the pivot point) and 3 more rows out of the full pivot we finished today(they decided to swath the weeds on the edges....)

Anyways everyday driving with Joe I learn something new. Apparently he knew the Italian Mafia Hitman, Jimmy the Weasel. Jimmy the Weasel had 13 successful contract killings and there was no good evidence against him, he was good at what he did, but the government finally got him for tax evasion. So as soon as Jimmy got out of the pen he had to find and hold down a job for a little while, as fate might have it he got a job at the same wrecking yard as Joe. So Joe got to know Jimmy a little bit, said he was around 5'10" had thick glasses and was the nicest guy you'd ever meet, unless he had a contract on you then, "He wasn't afraid to use that piano wire." as Joe said.

Joe said that the Governor of California at the time was also an italian and was frequently getting in touch with Jimmy the Weasel at the wrecking yard, after claiming on television and during his campaign that he had no connection with the mafia. Joe said one day 2 brand new black cars full of men in suits got out, carrying several briefcases, talked to Jimmy by the office to the wrecking yard, went into the office, came out (lacking the briefcases) got into the cars and left. Joe said the next day found out that they had bought the wrecking yard...

Joe's been there and done that... said he's now lived through 8 wars. Friggin cool old guy, always talking about the way stuff used to be. Can't wait to tell kids my stories... "There I was... alone in my cubicle, when all of a sudden..." Doesn't sound as impressive as a mafia story...

Oh well, I should be coming up to Fox mid week, couple days before the dorms open, for the sake of getting the heck outa here.

Finished GTO today, great show, I'm prolly a little depressed its over but... I've gotta nother few series downloading right now, should be ready in a few days...

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Knowing that the last thing I want to have to do this next year is spend all my money looking for entertainment... I started mass downloading at the beginning of the summer trying to amass enough cartoon shows to keep me busy for weeks if I was to watch them nonstop. So far I've probably already done that... but like every good role model I must continue on persevere even though its unnecessary.

So with that said, if anyone at Fox is looking for something in particular... let me know and I'll find it for you... or I'll decide that your request was stupid and say "Sorry Haskell, I can't find the entire series of Sailor Moon for you." Not to be specific or anything...

Once I get to my dormroom and show it to my mother... her bank account opens and she has to buy me all sorts of good stuff... bear in mind I'll point her in the right direction (I'll make sure she gets you some of those friggin awesome Terryaki bowls from Cosco, Hask).
So far she said she's buying me a Fridge and a Microwave... and knowing my mom (she went into withdrawls when my brother left for college and spent thousands of dollars in the first few weeks following his departure.) I should be able to hopefully extend that into more food and supplies...

Gonna have to buy a VCR too... DVD blows so hardcore, not saying that I don't have a few, I'm just saying I've never had a VHS tape crap out on me from rough handling in 2 weeks... Which is why I've had Bio-Dome and Ferris Bueller's Day Off on VHS for almost 8 years now... No DVD has that kind of staying power.

-<|Sam if you're reading this the next paragraph is a joke, if you're not Sam then this next paragraph is the most truthful paragraph on my blog|>-

Maybe its good that Sam isn't in Penn this year, won't have to lie and tell him his 280Z is cool. (Ironic name for that car since its quarter mile time is 28 seconds... hey there's another coincidence my silage truck does a 28 second too...)

Anyways... tomorrow is another day of driving, if we go long tomorrow (an extra 3 or 4 hours) then tomorrow might be the last day of driving for me for good. Otherwise tomorrow is just another normal crappy day in the cab. One of the dairymen's feed truck driver's cut a corner and scrapped the back end of my truck today too... geniuses every single one of them...

Bohl said he knows my roommate... Bohl's jealous cause that guy could be a better ninja than him. hehe...

Tired now... time to eat and then sleep.

The Breaking Off Part 1: Killing the already Dying Friendship

Koda called me today and wondered if I wanted to hang out before I took off for College, since he was gonna be going to Washington for the rest of the summer for a friend of our's brother's wedding.
So I agreed and I met up with him in Twin and we wandered for a bit, through Sam Goody, looked at the Anime and the T-Shirts and what not... Just basically killing time, and then we went to Mandarin House and ate and then we drove back to his car and went our separate ways.
And that was the end, may never see Koda again after I go to Oregon.

3 More days of chopping and then I'm done. Done with it all. Joe told me one of the crudest, most hilarious jokes I have ever heard, however as I know that religious affiliated people and Asians frequent my blog (By that I mean Haskell) I'll just keep it to myself until I can tell it in person.

Then I spend my last full week at home preparing to leave my home. Now whether I'm leaving for good is yet to be seen, but I hope its the former, I'd hate to be a failure and have to come home.

Been playing around with Google Earth a little bit... my Dad hijacked my computer for friggin 5 hours last night traveling around... looking at satellite photos of military bases... Google is like a terrorists best friend, I was looking at pretty high res photos of stealth jets take off and land at military bases all over the place...

Downloading like mad trying to amass entertainment for myself for the coming year, have about 6 series. I want another 5 or 6 more.

Time to sleep for now... Gotta get up again in the morning... bunch of crap right there.

End of Day 5, and the Vigil Continues....

Today was the 5th day driving, I'm getting more used to the early hours, I'm waking up two or three minutes before my alarm goes off, and am growing increasingly anxious to be done with work and be driving up to Oregon, at the current time I'm toying with the idea of making the journey a few days earlier and living in my brother's apartments til school starts... I know this won't happen, but it makes me happier thinking I might.

I "messed around" with my blog a little more, trying to learn the basics of CCS... I think it's a little more advanced than it was. Kept the same stock Blogger template and added an element and modified the others.

I'm running out of activities to do outside of work, I've watched every cartoon I could download and then some, and even started delving into the past months of bloggin by Haskell and Erin, and everyone else at Fox... Sad? Hell yeah it is... but as Joe (A 60-year old truck driver I work with who looks like he's from ZZ Top) says, I'm young, dumb, and full of cum.... and I have no idea how that pertains to the situation so don't ask, I was just giving you a little insight on the types of people I consort with.

Joe: Dude as old as the hills... literally. He's seen and done everything. Been working steady since the 6th grade. (Examples on everything= Seen a human foot still inside a shoe when they crushed a wrecked car at a wrecking hard. And he's seen brains splattered all over the headliner of a car (same wrecking yard job), He's also worked in a pencil slat factory.

Hot Rod Donna: Trucker lady, almost as old as Joe. She has muscles that would make most guys cringe in fear. She walks and talks like a man, and her husband (who uses a walker and can only mumble excitedly) thinks he is the best thing since the earth was created (but he sucks at everything) and is annoying as crap.

Mike: Mike's prolly around 30, drives the biggest truck, Mike is mostly there to make fun of everyone else. He's a pretty good guy, and has some pretty good material, though sprinkled heavily with profanity, he's pretty cool to hang around with while the chopper's busted or we're waiting for something. (Mike has been sharing his truck with this enormous rat for like 2 months, Donna jumped in and beat it to death with a hammer, that thing was more like a large cat...)

I mostly just mess around with this small collective all day every day... sometimes its entertaining, somtimes it sucks... just depends on the conditions and the weather.

Frick now I got to sleep, tomorrows day 6... dang I hate my life.

Crude Movie = $7, greasy Skipper's Seafood = $5, Realizing you have $70 in change in your room... priceless

Rounded up all the loose change in my room (only the silver fancy ones, no cheap pennies for me.) Took it into a Coinstar... Made 70 bucks... I shoulda done that this morning and just skipped work today... I drove a truck in the wicked heat for 7 hours for that much...

I figure I prolly have another 40 or so dollars in pennies too... I'll have to take those over later.

Only drawback is now my room is devoid of shiny objects, the pennies don't have much luster...

So I have to work up until next Wednesday, then I spend the rest of the summer throwing away my useless belongings, breaking off contact with most people, all that good stuff.

Well Haskell, since you are the only person that reads this... How are you today? How was the move into the dorm? You and Polits spoonin' up a storm? It's all about stamina...

frick I'm bored... Hey did I ever tell you about that time I had friends? It's a short story but a good one...

God likes Asians better...

I was going through my chat logs for messenger (mostly cause Maves lies alot, so you have to catch him that way, or he has a way of "forgetting" something he said) and I opened up my log of Haskell.... and a few times I had a crappy time at the end of the school year and Haskell said he'd pray for me and then I'd end up doing really good on whatever he prayed for. So apparently there's some affirmative action going on in Heaven, cause he listens to Haskell's prayers more than mine, though mine do tend to be of the "rushed prayer in my head right before capital punishment is announced" type. Or maybe God takes pity on Haskell's features (which don't resemble the Chinese or the Americans, he's like a mutant). Oh well, I'm a middle-class teenage caucasian male, making me as plain as a piece of lined paper(or so Haskell can understand "as plain as a grain of rice" hehe)... So to sum up what this is about, everybody should get themselves an Asian, makes miracles happen faster. (and the miracles tend to be of better quality, honestly have you seen the wierd flying in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, there ain't never been a flying white guy...)

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Convoy - Ag Style

I have to start driving again tomorrow and it'll run all the way to the beginning of the school year. 3rd cutting of Haylage... The continuation of collecting my meager and worthless belongings into boxes or the trash has kept me a little bit busy... Anything I can do to get my mind off of coming to Fox/driving my truck. Both seem equally unappealing.

I have a small fan in my cab, which does absolutely no good. 110 degrees outside and about 10 above that inside my cab and the fan does nothing but push it around. Seems that everytime I have to drive a record heatwave comes out of nowhere, it could be pouring rain but as soon as I start opening the door of that stupid truck, out comes the sun and dries up all the rain and then all over the radio the host is droning about how hot it is outside and how abnormal the temperatures are and how good his air conditioned station feels... The hay also itches, so when you load and sometimes when you unload its wise to have your window rolled up, trapping the heat in the cab with you... as my dad waves at me and smiles from his air conditioned chopper and my uncle laughs at my from the cab of his air conditioned ginormous packing tractor. I swear...

But then as you drive down the road you see manure trucks, piled high with cow crap and you think, Hey maybe my job isn't so bad after all, at least I don't smell.

I beat Theresa at Scrabble, with the words "Craw" and "Snow", she put the nail in her own coffin with the word "Raw" which I used to make both of those words to win the game. Dang I'm good.
Oh yeah. She never saw it coming.

Well Maves is out delivering Pizzas again. He seems pretty happy about his job (I think it's because he doesn't have to put that pizza hut sign on his car). Anyways, I'm gonna get back to cleaning up my stuff.

Lacking in all senses of the word

I decided to tinker with my blog's appearance a little bit, cause I've been watching cartoons all day and got bored and there wasn't anything else to do. Everyone I know is working, with family, or getting drunk... so I have nothing to do. So, you know, if any of you Fox people think to update your blog more than once every couple weeks, you could really help stem my boredom... Gonna go harrass Aaron at his new place of bidness....

End of a Long and Dreary Chapter...

I've been slowly placing things in boxes and plastic tubs, preparing for the final move away from the bedroom that I've known since the 8th grade and that I've shared with my brother until he moved to Oregon 3 years ago. I would suppose for most people who were spoiled, or for people who were the only child, the dorm life would scare them, having to live in a cramped room with another person for long periods of time. For me, it's merely a journey back in time. As I look around my bedroom, which is now a white box with a matress on the floor for a bed and a few full containers of belongings, I realize how little I have amassed in my 18 years of life. The only good investment I've ever made was my computer. But even with the little I have I know I've been blessed heavily, my parents have struggled their entire lives to make sure that when I leave their house in 3 weeks that I will have the skill set to survive in the real world.
I guess the reason I'm talking about this crap at all is because I am anxious as all get out about the fact that I'm 18 and that no matter what happens whether I go to college or not I have to move out of my parents house. For the last 18 years home was wherever my parents were and soon that won't hold true ever again. That feeling has me nervous, feels like I've just walked through a door and that door locked behind me. Soon what happens to me will be in my control, whether I tank or succeed will depend on me. And me in control of anything is a scary thought. And I know you guys are going to give me responses like "God will help you" and such so, not trying to sound harsh or anything, take into account I'm already aware of that.
Since me and Aaron were in Jr. High the dream was: When we get our Driver's License's we will be able to do whatever we want and hang around with each other all the time. Then that happened and that's just what we did. Then once we could drive we were like: We are going to college and we're gonna be roommates and no matter what happens it'll always be the two of us around to make sure the other doesn't die and so on. Well that won't ever happen now, the fact that next year is gonna be a inverse repeat of last year, him at Fox and me home, scares me pretty bad too. Aaron is going to be in Twin with Andy, while I'm going to be alone at Fox.
Or I would have been if it wasn't for Aaron. He introduced me to Haskell and Sam and all the other guys in Penn. I'd like to think that for everything Aaron's given me, taste in music, letting me play Nox and Diablo for hours on his computer and leaving him with nothing to do, giving me Lego pieces that he had double of, or for generally letting me hang around in the same vicinity, that I have given even one good thing to him (impossibly high standards of girls?), but I know I haven't. Aaron is the singlemost greatest person I've ever had the good fortune to meet, and for more than 10 years I've had to honor to call him my best friend. He is my brother in every sense and meaning of the word. And I am gonna miss his stupid ass next year at Fox.

What started as a chapter closing in my life twisted into a tribute of my best friend, while I haven't gained as many material things as most people I have gained a friend, and thats worth more than anything money can buy, red hair or no.

Sexy Sexy Hachi-Go

Me and my friend Andy returned from the land of Port, after stopping by Fox to turn in much much late paperwork, I was standing outside the stevens center and almost get run over, but not noticed, by Erin Kress... I was 2 feet from the tire and she didn't even glance, she was listening to her ipod and dead to the world. So after my near death experience I retreated back into the safety of the Stevens center, sprinted to my car, and took off like a bat outa hell... cause I know that she is still driving that Gator, and she might be about to destroy me at any moment. So I would like to apologize to anyone that had to see a chubby kid doing mission impossible movements out through the parking lot... You have to understand I was just scared for my life.

We got the CRX back home, so now for the next week or so we get it running back to peak performance. Break repair, Radiator replacement, and 1 ginormous cleaning job are on the way. For only have 90 hp, that car pulls hard, I seriously might not be able to beat him with my Integra. The back tires are bald to the extreme, looks like he put drag slicks on the back end. That car rules though. Once he finishes that car will be friggin amazing... but now I need to get ready to go see the car again so... screw you all... I like cars better.

Operation Pocket Rocket...

My friend bought a first gen CRX in Portland and now we have to retrieve it. So tomorrow night we depart for an all night drive to the land of Port spend an insane amount of time driving, then we get up there, strap that little pocket rocket onto the car trailer and make like hell back for the border before those liberal freaks ever see what hit em. My friend is gonna be slappin' a B-series VTEC into that little car, that thing will flat out fly.
While I want to go to Fox so that I can get an education helping secure a job so I can make money to pour into my car, I also am incredibly pained to leave now that this CRX has come from obscurity and puttered into the foreground of my existence with its 1.5 liter lawn mower engine. Had it not been for my conscience screaming that I would regret the decision later I would say screw college, apply at Dell and waste away my existence so as to watch the CRX slowly take shape into the drift/drag monster that my friend has planned. Would I throw away my entire college experience for a car? At the moment, yes, and prolly come finals time I'll have the same sentiments.
That punk Maves is gonna be able to hang around with that CRX all year... he's been trying to replace me for weeks, but he's a poor substitute.
If my Teg manages to make it through college with me, I'll start shoving money into it, put a B18C in it, turbo it, we'll see.

All this talk about cars... I gotta go drive something.....

The Bruox, will it push the Liger to extinction? That story and more coming up on the News at 10...

Well a few more weeks and I head down to Newberg, I was down a week or so ago... and I realized... Oregon blows, its cramped, crowded, and doesn't rain nearly enough... I want a monsoon season dammit.

Aaron left me to go spoon with Ty, backstabbin traitor...

The last few months... all I wanted was to leave this craphole state and these moronic people... but you know... I grew up around these moronic people, I know how these people tick... city people bah, stuck up whores and homos... I grew up in intolerance and I'm gonna be intolerant to everyone I was raised to be intolerant of...

Lamest excuse for a girl not liking you: Different political views - Honestly I can't remember the last time I have ever started any sort of flirtatious conversation with: (suavest voice you can imagine) "So what do you think of Bush's educational reforms?" (Girl tries wit, and fails, miserably) "Oh, really? Wow, How about the death penalty, personally I don't find it to be harsh enough."
Honestly, if this is the conversation you are having with a girl, you must have some sick and twisted motives in mind for when the candles start burning low...

Before computers... I had a group of friends, or at least I'd like to think I belonged... but then came my families first computer system... I spent hours pouring my heart and soul into my 56k internet... never getting anything in return, meeting random people from all over the place and slowly and surely I started to hate other people, all other people. My computer wouldn't stand you up, insult you, hurt your feelings, and most importantly the computer didn't have feelings or moods... thus no mood swings or exhibitions of violent behavior... But I digress, lately... computers have becoming increasingly frustrating to me at the sudden realization that I have absolutely nothing to do on them anymore... gaming has lost its gleam, the internet its luster(long ago I might add), the only use I can currently find for them is to heat my room... which gets little circulation as is it I sit in a puddle of sweat for hours at a time, afraid to open my door or windows for fear that the fresh oxygen will give me a headrush and make me pass out.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm bored as crap so if anyone has some tech related activity they would like to throw out there to occupy a few of my hours i would be obliged, and I don't want any "exercise or athletic" options either... the only reason one should participate in such activities is because they lack the academic brainpower to adequately perform in a more refineduse of their time.

Sidenote: Only a month Haskell then we can have a freakin hot sweaty network plugin sex extravaganza!