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i am set up in my new place with jake and nate. the Donna gets here wed/thurs. good times. the room feels really good... its just too bad the carpet looks like a shit storm blew through this place.

so, if you're in Rancho Cordova, stop on by Bishop's Court for a beer or a round of Guitar Hero II. Or both.

i have moved back to sacramento. wheee.

actually, i feel so comfortable and at home here, it's almost like i never left. sucks though because i was just getting to feel very comfortable in San Diego. sneh.

anywho, so Donna be moving up in a couple weeks. we are going to live with Jake and Nate, which should be pretty awesome.

but, i am definitely going to miss this...

there are some things that make me happy. buffalo wings, street tacos, Shark Week, etc...

i have to say, finding out that you can backdate your health insurance to June 1st to cover (keep your fingers crossed)most of your $4500 emergency room visit on July 5 also makes me happy.

also, free luxury box tickets to the Padres game for me and donna are pretty sweet. life is good. san diego is beautiful, and walking around the gaslamp after some fucking amazing indian food reminded me that Donna isn't the only reason I moved down here.

got a job today at PETCO. seems like it will be pretty laid back and pay me enough to live for a while. plus, i can get free tickets to see the Padres and sit in the corporate luxury box behind home plate. niiice. if only i loved baseball.

to file under 'you know you're drunk if you're laughing and bleeding': on the 4th of July, i almost lost an eye. serious. put a big gash in the conjunctiva, which for those of you that don't know either, is the outermost layer of the white part of the eyeball. it is healing now... but damn, shit is scary when 1/2 of your already poor vision is in jeopardy.

i do not recommend trying to push down a car antenna with your eyeball.
(it wasn't because i was drunk, though. i just turned around too fast and WHAM).

and also, people in San Diego drive like fucking mongoloid assholes. lanes are irrelevant. people merging is irrelevant. the idea, it seems, is to make sure there is no more than 1/2 a car length between you and the car ahead regardless of speed or lane. people should not be passing me going 90mph on the right. then, there are the people going 50mph in the fast lane. i fucking hate san diego drivers.

and the subject of this entry is more or less what one gentleman repeatedly calling the PETCO cust service line and harrassing my fellow employees was saying. fun.

So, i'm down in San Diago now. i still feel like i am visiting, and perhaps will until i get a job/place to live.
i'm staying at my Grammz place while she in Iceland, which is actually really cool.
i've had two 'interviews' with Geico, who actually asked me to interview for a better job than i was applying for... i've aced both interviews of course, but have a third... i am confident i would get the job... i just have to pass a hair 'exam'.
kind of sucks, i so very rarely do such things as that would cause me to fail such a test, but damn, playing video games with Ben and Jacob while drunk can make you do stupid things.

so we will see how that goes.
but i'm living in Normal Heights, which is home to several bars and such which make it seem a nice place to be (though i've yet to take advantage of any of them).

when grammz gets back, i'm going to be located in Downtown San Diego in her bf's condo, which is amazing and has a great balcony view of downtown SD from a hill, and i'll be there until i get my own place... niiiice.

and, new developments may mean that one of my best friends is considering moving to SD as well... and i'd have a roomate or two. nice. but bittersweet, because the situation that would cause him to move here would be a bummer.

NYC was lots of fun. I spent way too much money and had great food.
More on that later.

I just had to write down my stupid dream last night because it is SO rediculous.
I was at some party resort in Mexico or something, like a mall that was just clubs/bars/etc..., with a bunch of my friends from Chico. For some reason, holed up in the Cabo Wabo or something was Hitler and the rest of the Nazi leadership. I had little gun in my pocket and i was trying to get close enough to shoot Hitler, but all my friends were just like "whatever, dude, party".

So, i never got to shoot Hitler. But I think i had some good margaritas.

What a stupid dream.

Also, I'm zeroing in on a date to move to San Diego... i don't have one specifically yet, but it will be sometime before 15 June. I have been invited to a "employment event" at Geico's Poway location on 5 June, so hopefully I get that job... it's closer and pays more than the hockey one in Carlsbad. And I will temporarily be staying at my Grandmother's boyfriends Balboa Park condo until i find my own place... no motivation there hurry.

well, coming this saturday, i'll be in NYC.
i have never been.

anyone have any suggestions of shit that is necessary to see?

aight, thanks. laters.

i played ice hockey for the first time today in like, oh, ten years or so.
i learned that i am grossly out of shape, new skates hurt a lot, breathing hurts, and that a slap shot to the skate will cause it to break. yay, broken skate first time using it. wheeee.

job search/house search in san diego continues.
anyone know someone that will need a roomate in the san diego are come june?

mitch and i dranked 40+ beers between us two tonight.
is that bad? probably.

i've only read 6 books in the last year. well, only finished six. i'm sure i've started/read parts of many more...

but the issue is, there was a 6 week period in spring 2005 where i read about 8 or 10 books or something. instead, i've traded that in for downloading and watching TV shows.
all 5+ seasons of Scrubs, a couple seasons each SVU and CSI...

being out of college i certainly am getting dumber, aren't i?

So, this weekend I went down to Ensenada with my special lady, Jen, and Daniel. It was tons o fun. The hotel we had ended up being pretty damn awesome (Hotel San Nicolas), and definately worth staying at in the future. Preferably during the busier season when I have more time and there are more people around. (But, when you drink at the bar there, they are so nice as to put turkey hunting, NASCAR, and the cowboy channel on so us American's don't get homesick. Since that's what we all watch. NASCAR and hunting).

But yes, I really enjoyed Ensenada. Daniel has family there and had been there bunch o' times so he was able to show us around quite a bit. The city has a really classy European-like street downtown with a bunch of cool restaurants, as well as a gaudy touristy area. But the touristy area is not as bad as,say, Cabo San Lucas. And not as crusty and full of garbage as Tijuana.

Interesting note: in the little casinos in Mexico you can place bets on the 2008 US Presidential election. In addition to Borak Obama, you also have the option of wagering on Schwarzenegger (who isn't even eligible to be President) and ... Bill Maher?(!)
Anywho, on the way back, we got a little lost and ended up driving all about northern Tijuana. Very stark contrast to be found there. You'll pass tons of third-world slums covered in garbage, and the next block is a huge, sparkling brand-new Home Depot and KFC.

And now back to my mind numbing, spirit crushing job... well, mind numbing, spirit crushing job that is giving me a $1000 bonus this week. My job really isn't that bad... i'm just a weiner.

you know that feeling of impending doom that you get when it's like a monday and you know you have to write and turn in a big paper by wednesday? i get that feeling everyday that i have to goto work. today it is twice as bad since i know i'm leaving for San Diego in the morn.
bah.

I've suddenly become really into Scrubs.
John C. McGinley is the weirdest actor ever.
And by weird, i mean awesome. Good show.

and now, just biding my time before i head down to San Diego on Friday.
weehoo.

+ Guitar Hero II is rad and i get better at it the more i've had to drink.

well, it's past 2am and i'm on some Wikipedia tangent learning about the glorious if obscure nation of Brunei Darusallam and amazing.... peat bogs.

yea, that is how much fun my life is now, hence my multitude of post lately.


on an exciting note, though, i am going to Reno for new years. that... should be cool.

and wednesday is mine 27th birthday.

vegas was fun but stole my money.

the new Bond movie was pretty good.

i got plane tickets to New York City for Donna and myself for her birthday. I'm an awesome boyfriend.

i looked for classes to take at Folsom Lake College... you know, just for personal enrichment and whatnot. there are a total of about 4 different history classes offered. oh goody. guess i wont take any classes this coming semester.

but, i guess it is time for me to start working on taking the Foreign Services Exam so's that i can get on with my career and whatnot.
i just read a list of the sort of stuff is on the test... and i must say i feel confident that with some preparation i would do well with it.
the issues i have with it are:
a) Obvious potential personal political differences between myself and whatever policy i may have the charge of promoting
b) The chance that i could have a post in Cote d'Ivoire or Afghanistan or Pakistan some other nation either unstable and war-torn or less than friendly to the USA. I guess diplomats are the first people pulled when shit hits the fan, but being a rep of the US gov would make me a target.
c) BEING a representative of the US government might limit my ability to travel freely and safely even in a personal capacity. yea.

but what the hell. worth a shot, eh. maybe i could pay my dues in the US diplomatic corps and get experience before moving on to an aid org or NGO or UN or something. wicked.

i don't know if it's the 8-5 job, being out of school, or living at home now... but i just have fuck-all to write about in here.

this weekend i'm going to San Diego to see Heavens with Donna.
the weekend after that, Penguins vs Sharks in San Jose.

the week after that.... LAS VEGAS extravaganza 2006.

soooo... it's not like life is boring.

yea. life is boring.
for all you people that have ever talked any shit about Chico, that place was 10x more fun than Sacramento is right now.

or maybe i just thought i was having more fun because i was drunk 4 nights a week.

anyhow.
Curb Your Enthusiasm gives me an ulcer.
and Rage Against the Machine's first album still rocks the ass 14 years later.

........
life is boring now.

Seriously... I really do not understand why nobody in my neighborhood obeys stop signs.
They don't just do the roll-through like everone else. These fuckers don't even slow down. Just cruise on through.
Today everyone sucked at driving except me, and it was really making me angry.
But driving is stupid.

Anyhow, since i've been working, i've noticed people in places of power/authority (ie: managers/bosses) that do not have a certain degree of education (be it College or life) are drunk on their own sense of power and seem to think they know everything.
That also annoys me. I like the adages "the more you know, the more you don't know", and "better to keep your mouth shutn let people think you stupid then open mouth and remove doubt etc..."
So anyways, uneducated bosses always fail both of those.

Which brings me to the third thing i've been thinking about. Stay with me here.
When I played hockey, I would sometimes ref the C-League (beginner, shitty league), or sometimes just play in a C game for fun to skate around old people and pad my ego.

Anyways, similar to the afforementioned uneducated bosses, you would get certain players in the C Leagues that could perform the tasks necessary to play in hockey in slightly less spastic fashion than the rest of the lumberjacks hacking about on the rink. They would thusly think themselves as Steve Yzerman (good at hockey).

So, anyways, I'd be near the bench and listen to these bastards dish out complete nonsese, which they were passing of as sage hockey wisdom. Gem's like "I've figured this game out - all you have to do is convince the other team they can't win!".

Anyways, i call this C-League philosophy.
Basically, it's shitty advice or wisdom from someone that has no business acting like they know what the hell they're talking about.

So the point of this whole bit was this:
Listening to some of my bosses talk to some of my coworkers is like listening to the bench at a C-League game.

Yes yes, i know, this whole entry came accross as extremely condescending and elitist.
But seriously...
Does some call-center chump that is just a few bottles of Hooch away from being a full fledged hobo have any business giving people advice on real estate or investing in the stock market?
Er... well, i guess the guy has the business to say whatever he wants.
I just can't beleive I work with people stupid enough to listen.

I have just purchased two tickets to the Penguins vs. Sharks game on Nov 4th.
My two favorite teams. 9th row behind the home bench. I'm pretty stoked.

Uh, ok, so work isn't as bad as I thought.
I think I just had a "case of the monday's" or something.
It is of course still not a career for me or anything, but it is not completely unbearable.
Meh.

While i'm at my stupid job and whatnot, and just lately in general, i don't feel smart.
that area in the front of my brain where all the brilliance is regularly flashing feels empty right now. (i'm just being jokingly pompous on purpous about being brilliant).
but, i think i realized today what is missing.
i only feel like my brain is getting exercized when i'm writing.
i don't need to write some crapspray self-indulgent wannabe beatnik bullshit... but even writing shit for school, or maybe even the odd lj entry or long-winded internet arguement, keeps my brain writing muscle strong.

i dunno... i just really got to a place right before i graduated where i felt i had found my voice in writing, where i could do it comfortably. i even actually was turning in shit i was proud of. stuff that wasn't "good enough", hammered out the night before, unedited,just for the easy B.

anywyas, this is a pretty nerdalicious entry.
but i must say it is pretty discouraging to think i have a degree in International Relations but i don't feel like i know anything.

so yes.
i will write more and stuff.
and again, not pompous poorly constructed Palahniuk rip-offs.
i've no delusions of being the next Hemingway.
just have to do SOMETHING to keep my brain sharp.