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Diray Entry Mess #2
16 years ago
Currently Playing: Resident Evil II (PSX)
Currently Reading: Vampire of New York, The (Lee Hunt)
Currently Reading: Vampire of New York, The (Lee Hunt)
It's been a while since I've gotten to post any new entries, so there's more here than in the first journal. I know, it's horrific. x.x;
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(9:21 P.M. MST) Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I got transferred to a new room on Friday just before I left because my rommates at the time (Josiah Crowder, Austin McAdams, and Jacob Silva, just in case you ever have the misfortune of meeting them) were targeting me with pranks of a top-offense level (if any of them are found out with concrete proof, they will be immediately expelled from the program). My new roommates are MUCH better, right from the start! Instead of four other roommmates, I now have three other roommates, two of which are top-5's (two of the top five dorm-score holders in Phoenix dorm), and one of them actually likes me (the other is the big quiet type)! My roommates are Dillon, Aaron, and LC. Dillon's a CompServ student, bisexual, and into all sorts of music, including techno (Matt and Nerry don't gots to worry, I'm still all theirs). Aaron's a Top-5 and another compserv student, and he's bisexual too, but VERY into girls (his interests in guys manifest when he's getting seriously depressed). LC is a BIG black guy, and he looks kinda scary, but beyond the linebacker physique and the height that makes you wanna extend your doorways before inviting him in, he seems like a nice guy, which his being the other Top-5 in the room really lends to.
Just starting out on the first day I actually spent in here, our room jobs were MUCH less exhausting, but the room still got Room of the Month a number of times before my introduction into it, so I think there's a little safety in trusting the occupants to their methods. Our discussions at night are more lighthearted (the discussions I stayed out of in the other room at night usually steered toward my demise, almost always incorperating the use of wild dogs for some reason). With Aaron and Dillon boyth being bi, I can really relate to them, and I feel a lot more relaxed around them. If I'm not mistaken, I really think they both like me.
I don't wanna jeapordize my friendship with these two by screwing them over on points, so I need to get my bed made before room checks. G'night, FA!
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(9:25 P.M. MST) Friday, APril 10, 2009
Gah... I'm dumb as hell. I spent the day earlier being an idiot when I really shouldn't have. My friend Shuffles (the wolf I know on-center) decided to show off his energetic side and wedged himself between the walls of the soft-trades building hallway, shimmying up to the ceiling. After a while, he went outside and split-wedged himself in the area just outside the exit. I tried the wall thing, but my rib was quick to remind me that it was still bruised when I pushed on it. After seeing Shuffles go outside, I got another wild hair up my ass and ran out after he got back in. When I jumped up, I realized my shoes, laceless pull-ons, were too loose for vertical ascension stuff. When I slipped, my ankle decided to remind me of the cruelty of my old Drum Major by twitching. My left foot landed flat on the ground, my right foot landed completely sideways, and half my weight came crashing down on my right ankle. It hurts just sitting still right now, and it's not at all like my rib; I'm not proud of it at all. I just got back into the room from playing dodgeball on my ankle, with Brock watching and my roomie Aaron running circles around me. I made a good play and got someone out by catching their throw, but I sucked overall.
Also, I found out about internet in the dorms: the only two people that have it currently are Aaron and another guy down the hall, and my old roommate Josiah buys it off the guy down the hall, but only one guy can use it at a time. It turns out Josiah mapled my bed, but it can't be proven. I'm gonna snake him and buy out his internet next chance I get.
Snack tonight sucked balls. Peanut butter and jelly with nothing to spread them with and no drink. Tonight's really shaping up to not be worth a damn... I need to go make myself some ramen and peach/ginger tea.. Be back inna bit.
(11:13 P.M. MST)
Apparently Dillon and L.C. are gone for the weekend, leaving the room to just me and Aaron. We're planning on networking up and playing PLENTY of compy games.
It doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon, though: my Liero folder's incomplete thanks to the virus I had, and Aaron's having some personal issues. Also, I'm tired... *Finds his pillow and chews on it while he sleeps*
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(12:36 A.M. MST) Sunday, April 12, 2009
I didn't plan on doing much of an entry for Saturday, but since I'm up this late, and since it IS Easter and all, I figure I should at least say SOMETHING, and I do have an interesting thought.
After my main account (Dante Bloody) got hacked in my absence, I planned on abandoning Gaia for good and reinventing the characters made there somewhere else. I expected to forget them somewhat, and to use the ideas created in their use again in different fashions. I did not expect any of them to hold on to me, to almost BEG for me to come back. I was shocked, but not because it happened, but because of just WHO begged me to come back. It wasn't Sabien, the character I had plans for. It wasn't Dante, the very personification of myself. It wasn't Rorek, the character made of anger, who had every right to manifest as an idea in my head and demand my return. It wasn't Trella, asking me to come back for Sabien's sake. A little bit surprisingly, it wasn't even Vara, who would have been the least likely, which would make her a little bit more likely to ask.
The character that came to me and asked me to return to Gaia was Sabien's big brother, Virk. At the end of a private RP (not naughty, just private because nobody else happened to be around anymore) with Jinnari Kisaragi, Virk had changed from a sinister and desperately evil antagonist to a teary-eyed, emphatically apologetic young man, mourning his every foresightless action toward Jinn's character Cielle. From that point, I expected to lead Virk down a path of pain, treating him like just another character and making for good drama by training him with cruelty through Rorek, turning him into Rorek's puppet. Near where we stopped, Jinn mentioned that Sabien wasn't the type that Cielle normally fell in love with, and that Virk was closer to his type. I can only assume that Virk overheard this, because he approached me and put an idea in my head earlier today, a mental image of himself ascending into Burst Form. As he transformed, his face was given a bunch of spontaneous slashes, some were long slashes spanning lengths that would cover nearly an entire cheek, while others weren't even long enough to reach across a fingernail. After a moment, each slash opened to reveal something that I found heartbreaking: eyes. Abnormally large eyes or extra eyes on a person are supposed to represent love, or the search for love. One thousand eyes, each one looking for love through streaming crimson tears. None of my other characters have ever actually approached me like this and expressed a desire in any way that I know of. In light of this, I still may or may not return to Gaia (considering everyone else that I used to RP with has also abandoned the site as well), but I can say for certain that Virk, Dante, Sabien, Trella, and Vara will not be left behind.
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(8:02 P.M. MST) Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Today was interesting, and definitely difficult. I know it's been a while since I've made an entry, so I'll sum up recent events before I summarize today.
Caveman's graduating this Tuesday (I'm a mite down over that), my new roommates are proving to have larger ups AND downs than my last room, and I've been put on P.M. shift in the kitchen (meaning that I'm working from 8:00 A.M. to 6:30/7:00 P.M. all week).
Anyway, today started off just fine. I woke up late, but not too late, cleaned up the room, and met Caveman outside to go to the kitchen together. We kept the dry storeroom together with Mike and Robert (my P.M. superiors) only interrupting us once to have me cut up bacon for a few minutes. We had our lunch (Wednesday, hamburger/chicken sammich day) happily, then I spent the P.M. hours working outside the dry storeroom making beef yakisoba. At 2:00 P.M., Caveman and I left the kitchen together to go watch the mandatory presentation on recycling, which I stayed nice and late for. Scratch two hours of dealing with Robert's negative bullshit! 8D (Robert's a very detestable soul that disrespects all work done by himself and others, insulting everything and not caring who he turns away from food that otherwise would be recieved as damn-well cooked and delicious. Hate him.)
I love what happened next: just as dinner was about to start, the entire campus was placed under total lockdown. The first things I heard concerning the lockdown were that a patient escaped the mental ward a quarter-mile away (that's not very far away at all, for anyone reading this that's used to kilometers), but I was almost immediately afterward hearing things about a VERY serious bomb threat, and K-9 units swarmed the campus shortly afterward. Stuck in the kitchen under lockdown, I spent 5:00-7:45 P.M. without a moment's rest, and we still didn't get much done. On average, a stream of people coming in for dinner will stretch 50-75 peoples, depending on what's being served, and anyone can come up at any time, as long as they come up before we stop serving at 6:15. Today though, they sent up ALL of one dorm and waited for everyone to finish their dinner before bringing them back. While they ate, the K-9 units swept the dorm to make sure there wasn't any bombs. Each dorm has anywhere from 64-80 residents. The dorms we have on-campus are (in the order I served them in) Allienace (the girls' dorm), Phoenix (the "chill" dorm, also the dorm I'm in), Eagles (Seagulls, the arrogant dorm), and United (Untied, the dyslexic dorm). There were people that skipped out on dinner, but we still served somewhere around 250 people, and at a breakneck pace. We cleaned up quickly afterward and left. I think nobody liked that bullshit. Now I gotta go to role-call (8:56 P.M.). I'm headed straight to bed afterward. G'night, FA... x.x;;
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(9:36 P.M. MST) Wednesday, April 29, 2009
So much to catch up with! 8U
It's been a week since my last entry, and a lot happened JUST in the past THREE DAYS!I went on leave over the weekend and pulled up a lotta stuff from the internet while I was at home, and I forgot to post my latest diary entries on fa (sorry everyone!). Nothing big happened just before leave, but the day I got back was a tad eventful.
Sunday night, we were informed that L.C. would be leaving the room due to being the second Top 5 leader in the room, which isn't allowed. In turn, someone else would be immediately taking his place: Brock Patton, a bit of news that excited me, embarassed me, and scared me to death all at the same time for the next 24 hours.
Monday brought me great news: I was accepted into Culinary Arts! I heard about it at 3:20 P.M., 25 minutes before we left. That evening, I hung out at the Rec. Hall with Caveman, and we traded anime and a few other things we had on-hand (I gave him Gravitation, Laputa: Castle in the Sky, a short anime porn movie, and a few others bits and pieces of stuff, and in return he gave me Lucky Star and Air Gear). The day was a great day, but that night, L.C. moved out, and the bed was left empty for the night, leaving me to dread the next afternoon.
Tuesday was EXTREMELY eventful, and the whole day was one of the VERY few times that I actually felt scared enough to stop doing what I was doing and take a MANDATORY breather. Brock was moving into my room that afternoon, I was getting my new uniform and donning it for the first time, Betty gave me a whole line to not only be completely in charge of, but to prepare everything for without interference, and I was getting to meet Caveman's family! Bigger than all that though, Caveman was graduating at 2:30 P.M., and I was almost in tears over it all. Tuesday had my life going 180MPH through a barbwire maze. It did NOT go smoothly. Believe you me that we're all better off leaving it at that.
Today was out of the ordinary. Not exciting, not boring, not really anything different, even though what we did was ENTIRELY different. Every trade had to leave their usual work and go outside for center-wide cleanup. Spring has sprung, and so have the weeds in the plant-bearing spots around here. Nothing really special happened with doing that, it was kinda like an alternative possibility kinda day, everything's different, and yet everything was the same. After lunch (we had chili dogs!), I got slated to chop up meat, and I wound up slicing the tip of my pinkie open while scooping up the strips I'd cut up. I slapped a band-aid on it, got some gloves, and they finished up while I was busy doing all that, so I wound up waiting out in the dining hall for the day to end, which it eventually did.
I got back to the dorm and spent my free time watching Air Gear, which is really quite good if anybody reading this is interested in suggestions for something to get to watch. Now though, it really is pretty late, and lights out is breathing down my neck. I gotta get this thing put away before I get in trouble for it. G'night, F.A.!
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(8:47 P.M. MST) Thursday, May 28, 2009
If anyone out there knows a guy named Philip Claver that recently got termed from Centennial Job Corps in Nampa, ID for telling his boss to "fuck off", do yourselves a favor and alienate him from your lives. The little bastard tried to get me arrested by accusing me of having child porn and wound up getting my computer confiscated by the police for a month of pointless investigation. Thanks, Phil! I hope you get cancer, you stupid son of a bitch!
I just got my computer back earlier today from Security after finding out that it was delivered yesterday and the guy that was supposed to call me to tell me to retrieve it failed to do so. I'm just making this diary entry tonight to say that I hate the jackass that tried to ruin my life and mark the day my computer was returned to me. I still have a few things to do today, and those are all gonna take me until lights out to finish. I'll catch you all up tomorrow!
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(4:54 P.M. MST) Friday, May 29, 2009
Holy crap... This week felt REALLY short! Last weekend was a three-day weekend (Sat/Sun/Mon), which left this week to be a four-day week, and it didn't even feel THAT long! I almost feel like I jumped from one weekend into the other!
Before I launch into that, I'll catch you up on what I remember from over the past month. I didn't record anything since my computer was in police custody over the issue covered in yesterday's entry, but I'll catch you all up on what I do still have:
After Caveman graduated, he left for the rest of the week, then he returned the following Monday and he and I spent the week saying goodbye to eachother. The time we spent wound up being the first time I got to talk to... Nevermind, I'm not sure Caveman would care much for me mentioning that here.
Brock is nestled rather comfily into the room now, and he fits in QUITE nicely. His presence in the room makes the atmosphere a LOT happier. I also almost got to go to an on-center rave with him (as a friend, I swear!), but he was only gonna go because he thought his ride to go out on weekend pass might not be showing up, and he got proven wrong when he went to go change into his black pants (the rave's theme was for everyone to wear predominantly black outfits). Se la vie...
I got to go out on weekend pass without my computer a couple of times, one of which led me out to go enjoy the Apple Blossom Festival. Well... Okay, not really. Stupid Job Corps gives you Incident Reports if you get a sunburn, and I burned both my arms getting food from the special Festival vendors. I didn't want to make my burns worse by standing in line for hours on end. I only got away with the minor burns that I DID get because I called them premature suntans.
I started to get back into pool a little bit, and even played in a couple tournaments at the Pub on weekend pass. I'm not getting any better though, and I'm still just as horrible on the table as I was when I forsake the game. I'm still on the verge of not playing ever again, but I'm giving it a chance this time. I MIGHT get better, but I doubt it.
That covers all the big stuff over the past month. now on to today!
My allergies decided to resurface today, and they aren't making my life any easier. In fact, they're making my life utter bullshit. I couldn't go out and crush boxes for very long before a string of 20 FUCKING SNEEZES IN A ROW led me inside to save my sinuses from ripping themselves all to shit. I am NOT happy over this. My allergies dragged me away from the mandatory volleyball game that happened outside just before I returned to the dorm at 3:45. Before that, they kept me in the classroom all day. Before that, they had me pinned down around all the food we were serving for lunch, trying not to sneeze in any of it. I'm not happy over this... >.<#
But it's the weekend all over again, and I FINALLY have some damned entertainment for it! I'll be resuming updates to my diary regularly from now on, and playing Steam games in offline mode in the meantime. No outside for me, thank you. There's pollen out there. D:
(10:36 P.M. MST)
... GAH! I hate when snack winds up being something cheap, like freakin' peanut-butter sandwiches! Not PB&J, just PB. I mean... EW! That's NOT what Culinary should be cranking out! Honestly, I feel personally embarassed whenever I see a box of those roll out on a cart with staff expecting people to actually enjoy it. I don't understand how crap like this winds up being sent out to the dorms; we have MUCH better stuff on hand! I wouldn't mind taking a day and preparing biscotti for snack, or even simpler ideas like sugar cookies! Hell, if Sam (one of two staff members in charge of the kitchen) would approve it, I wouldn't mind it at all if I had to go up and make a BIG-ASS batch of ramen! But alas, that ain't happening. Ahwell...
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(6:38 P.M. MST) Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Did I mention that while my computer was away, I joined Music Club here? No? Well, while my computer was away, I joined Music Club here. Now you know. :P
I had my first Music Club meeting exactly three weeks ago tomorrow, and I should have had my first practice session the following week, but the teacher had something that interfered and the session I was signed up for got cancelled. I missed the next two weeks' meetings (and consequently didn't get to sign up for a practice session) due to one miscommunication and one count of losing track of time. Last week, I caught the teacher on the way out of the meeting and snagged a practice session for 5:45 P.M. today and 5:15 P.M. Thursday. I didn't get to practice anything today, but instead was given a couple packets of information to go over. One is just instructions for how to read sheet music, but the other is a lot of information I'm gonna be using quite a bit. It goes over a lot of pointers for anyone wanting to sing, the physics of it, how to learn a song -properly-, and (mostly importantly) vocal health. I'm expected to read the vocal health section at the very least before Thursday's practice, and also to have performed the stretches the teacher went over with me before she arrives.
I've been wanting to take a look into this for quite a while now. In the kitchen, I found out that a lot of cooks have a rhythm, and a lot of those with a rhythm sing in order to keep themselves in time. I've found myself doing the same a bit, actually. My thoughts on it are that if I cultivate that, maybe I can start functioning a little smoother with a knife, perhaps stop losing chunks of my fingers like the one that I lost in some salisbury steak while my computer was out (I already had a whole steak rendered down into strips, but I wasn't careful when I scooped the strips up with the knife to put them in the pan).
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(5:09 P.M. MST) Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Holy fucking christ, this morning was EXTREME bullshit. Technically, I've been on P.M. for the past two weeks plus this week. However, I only spent the second week actually ON the shift, otherwise I was told by my coworker, who goes by the nickname 'Spook', that he'd be replacing me for the first and third weeks of my shift, since he needed to spend the second week doing KP work. This morning, I found out that he's been skipping out on A.M. for the past three days, and that makes ME look bad, since he's covering MY spot. Jack wasn't happy with him at all. I'm still pissed over that.
After that round of bullshit, I found MORE bullshit in the dry storeroom: boxes upon boxes upon yet more boxes, all freshly delivered and awaiting a sorting hand. Not a big deal normally, but today Jack set a deadline for me for 9:30, less than an hour and a half to move four six-box columns, each box containing six cans roughly 4-5 times the size of a normal can of green beans, get them sorted by contents, properly placed in accordance with FIFO, and stocked. I could'a done it all myself, but it would have been hectic and quite strenuous. However, the alternative that was attempted to be forced upon me was ANYTHING but better than that; the bottom half of the scummiest denizens of the kitchen all barged in on my solitude and started moving things around as they deemed fit without my input. I pitched a fit and they all fucking scattered like the disgusting little cockroaches they all are. Only one of them stayed behind, and thank God he was someone I can actually stand. More than that, he gave some spirited conversation. Not nearly as spirited as my conversations with Caveman, but he was good company nonetheless.
As 9:30 rolled around, I found myself pressed into a mandatory CPR class. Not a bad class really, though the procedure feels a bit corny when you're just being tested on it. However, I spent six hours playing with a little blue dummy, and now I'm qualified to kiss people in need of medical attention! XD;;
CPR class got interrupted a few times so that people could go do their ESPs (Evaluation of Student Progress; determines what kinda color card you're gonna get, which determines your privileges on-center and how many passes you get for the month). I walked out with another Red Card on account of my roommate Aaron, who keeps finding reasons to bitch about everything, including me. He got two of my scores knocked down out of Bronze Card range. Bald little shit-for-brains...
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(8:41 P.M. MST) Thursday, June 4, 2009
Today was... I want to cry over today. It was that bad. I salvaged all the luck I could out of it, but today went downhill like Britney Spears Chasing a blunt.
Last night, Pheonix Dorm began an accelerated transformation into the beta form of the new introductory dorm. Because of this, we had to get all of the next delivery of new arrivals (minus the girls) to test the new dorm's effectiveness. To do this, people had to be moved out of the dorm to open up beds. I was one of the people chosen to be moved out in less than 24 hours.
I had two possibilities, and one was MUCH bigger than the other, and much worse. I could either end up in Eagles Dorm (where there's some friendly faces, and some possibilities for internet access), or I could end up in United (a desolate wasteland filled with barren fields of dry, parched hatred and threats of pain). I spent this afternoon sweating as I ran from building to building, desperately fighting to not wind up in a dorm filled with violently homophobic masses. I salvaged luck from that, and by the graces of some higher power, I managed to dodge getting a key for a United room. I didn't get a key to an Eagles room either, but I'm slotted to get one once a new one is made for the room I was put in anyway. Brock was watching my back apparently, because he already had it set up so that I fell into a friendly room. My new roommates are Eugene, Zack, and Will, two of them seem like good people, but I haven't seen a lot of Zack yet as I type this. He seems more interested in Eugene and Will's co-op session of Resident Evil 5. Eugene and Will are awesome techies, AND THEY HAVE WI-FI IN THE ROOM! 8U (However, the downside to that is that it's $5 a month, but that's not much of a downside at all. I'm HAPPY to pay!)
I cried myself to sleep last night over what today was bringing me: the end of my time as Brock's roommate. He helped me pack up my stuff a bit, but I mostly let him play my guitar while I got things out. He's done plenty for me, so letting him relax here was the least I could do. After my last trip into the room, we wound up hugging three times, and I almost bawled on the way into the other building. If Tabby hadn't stopped me and talked to me, I would have had streams running down my face when I walked into my new room.
I'm all moved into my new room now, and I'm... Well, I still wish I was in Brock's room, to be frank. I'm gonna miss being able to talk to him...
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(12:02 P.M. MST) Saturday, June 13, 2009
(All entries from here on will made from home.)
Issues at Job Corps caused me to think better of letting my computer stay with me on-campus. Lockers are winding up open with shit missing all over the place. I'm bringing back a LOT of my stuff this weekend: my computer, my PS2, my camera, my movies, everything that I don't wear basically. I might take it back after summer break (which starts on the 26th), but I'll have to test the waters first. IF I can bring it back, I can pay for internet in my room. If not, I can save up for a laptop. Yay!
The kitchen's doing horrific currently, and I'm expecting that to last until Spook, Penguin, Pup, and Leprechaun get termed. Spook's a little gangbanger fuckhead with a chip on his shoulder; Penguin's a fat fuck that looks like a giant bloated tick that can't keep his fucking mouth shut when discretion should be HEAVILY exercised (in a multitude of matters, a few with myself involved, most just involving others); Pup's an angry little bastard that can't keep his nose in his own business; Leprechaun's an overly tempermental, short, non-shaving, impatient, disgusting little bastard that can't keep his unwashed little deformations he likes to call hands out of food or off of girls' chests. I'm half tempted to tell the DEA where Leprechaun's hiding so that they can put a damned needle in his arm and make him stop breathing. 8|
I'm on Classrrom for the next two weeks, and the dry storeroom is doing TERRIBLE without me in there to keep order. Spook has his run of the place, and all sorts of shit is falling on the floors, winding up ripped open, smashed, missing... And I'm all but CERTAIN that Spook's the one responsible! If anyone has any suggestions, I'd love to hear them. x.x;;;;
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(9:21 P.M. MST) Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I got transferred to a new room on Friday just before I left because my rommates at the time (Josiah Crowder, Austin McAdams, and Jacob Silva, just in case you ever have the misfortune of meeting them) were targeting me with pranks of a top-offense level (if any of them are found out with concrete proof, they will be immediately expelled from the program). My new roommates are MUCH better, right from the start! Instead of four other roommmates, I now have three other roommates, two of which are top-5's (two of the top five dorm-score holders in Phoenix dorm), and one of them actually likes me (the other is the big quiet type)! My roommates are Dillon, Aaron, and LC. Dillon's a CompServ student, bisexual, and into all sorts of music, including techno (Matt and Nerry don't gots to worry, I'm still all theirs). Aaron's a Top-5 and another compserv student, and he's bisexual too, but VERY into girls (his interests in guys manifest when he's getting seriously depressed). LC is a BIG black guy, and he looks kinda scary, but beyond the linebacker physique and the height that makes you wanna extend your doorways before inviting him in, he seems like a nice guy, which his being the other Top-5 in the room really lends to.
Just starting out on the first day I actually spent in here, our room jobs were MUCH less exhausting, but the room still got Room of the Month a number of times before my introduction into it, so I think there's a little safety in trusting the occupants to their methods. Our discussions at night are more lighthearted (the discussions I stayed out of in the other room at night usually steered toward my demise, almost always incorperating the use of wild dogs for some reason). With Aaron and Dillon boyth being bi, I can really relate to them, and I feel a lot more relaxed around them. If I'm not mistaken, I really think they both like me.
I don't wanna jeapordize my friendship with these two by screwing them over on points, so I need to get my bed made before room checks. G'night, FA!
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(9:25 P.M. MST) Friday, APril 10, 2009
Gah... I'm dumb as hell. I spent the day earlier being an idiot when I really shouldn't have. My friend Shuffles (the wolf I know on-center) decided to show off his energetic side and wedged himself between the walls of the soft-trades building hallway, shimmying up to the ceiling. After a while, he went outside and split-wedged himself in the area just outside the exit. I tried the wall thing, but my rib was quick to remind me that it was still bruised when I pushed on it. After seeing Shuffles go outside, I got another wild hair up my ass and ran out after he got back in. When I jumped up, I realized my shoes, laceless pull-ons, were too loose for vertical ascension stuff. When I slipped, my ankle decided to remind me of the cruelty of my old Drum Major by twitching. My left foot landed flat on the ground, my right foot landed completely sideways, and half my weight came crashing down on my right ankle. It hurts just sitting still right now, and it's not at all like my rib; I'm not proud of it at all. I just got back into the room from playing dodgeball on my ankle, with Brock watching and my roomie Aaron running circles around me. I made a good play and got someone out by catching their throw, but I sucked overall.
Also, I found out about internet in the dorms: the only two people that have it currently are Aaron and another guy down the hall, and my old roommate Josiah buys it off the guy down the hall, but only one guy can use it at a time. It turns out Josiah mapled my bed, but it can't be proven. I'm gonna snake him and buy out his internet next chance I get.
Snack tonight sucked balls. Peanut butter and jelly with nothing to spread them with and no drink. Tonight's really shaping up to not be worth a damn... I need to go make myself some ramen and peach/ginger tea.. Be back inna bit.
(11:13 P.M. MST)
Apparently Dillon and L.C. are gone for the weekend, leaving the room to just me and Aaron. We're planning on networking up and playing PLENTY of compy games.
It doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon, though: my Liero folder's incomplete thanks to the virus I had, and Aaron's having some personal issues. Also, I'm tired... *Finds his pillow and chews on it while he sleeps*
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(12:36 A.M. MST) Sunday, April 12, 2009
I didn't plan on doing much of an entry for Saturday, but since I'm up this late, and since it IS Easter and all, I figure I should at least say SOMETHING, and I do have an interesting thought.
After my main account (Dante Bloody) got hacked in my absence, I planned on abandoning Gaia for good and reinventing the characters made there somewhere else. I expected to forget them somewhat, and to use the ideas created in their use again in different fashions. I did not expect any of them to hold on to me, to almost BEG for me to come back. I was shocked, but not because it happened, but because of just WHO begged me to come back. It wasn't Sabien, the character I had plans for. It wasn't Dante, the very personification of myself. It wasn't Rorek, the character made of anger, who had every right to manifest as an idea in my head and demand my return. It wasn't Trella, asking me to come back for Sabien's sake. A little bit surprisingly, it wasn't even Vara, who would have been the least likely, which would make her a little bit more likely to ask.
The character that came to me and asked me to return to Gaia was Sabien's big brother, Virk. At the end of a private RP (not naughty, just private because nobody else happened to be around anymore) with Jinnari Kisaragi, Virk had changed from a sinister and desperately evil antagonist to a teary-eyed, emphatically apologetic young man, mourning his every foresightless action toward Jinn's character Cielle. From that point, I expected to lead Virk down a path of pain, treating him like just another character and making for good drama by training him with cruelty through Rorek, turning him into Rorek's puppet. Near where we stopped, Jinn mentioned that Sabien wasn't the type that Cielle normally fell in love with, and that Virk was closer to his type. I can only assume that Virk overheard this, because he approached me and put an idea in my head earlier today, a mental image of himself ascending into Burst Form. As he transformed, his face was given a bunch of spontaneous slashes, some were long slashes spanning lengths that would cover nearly an entire cheek, while others weren't even long enough to reach across a fingernail. After a moment, each slash opened to reveal something that I found heartbreaking: eyes. Abnormally large eyes or extra eyes on a person are supposed to represent love, or the search for love. One thousand eyes, each one looking for love through streaming crimson tears. None of my other characters have ever actually approached me like this and expressed a desire in any way that I know of. In light of this, I still may or may not return to Gaia (considering everyone else that I used to RP with has also abandoned the site as well), but I can say for certain that Virk, Dante, Sabien, Trella, and Vara will not be left behind.
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(8:02 P.M. MST) Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Today was interesting, and definitely difficult. I know it's been a while since I've made an entry, so I'll sum up recent events before I summarize today.
Caveman's graduating this Tuesday (I'm a mite down over that), my new roommates are proving to have larger ups AND downs than my last room, and I've been put on P.M. shift in the kitchen (meaning that I'm working from 8:00 A.M. to 6:30/7:00 P.M. all week).
Anyway, today started off just fine. I woke up late, but not too late, cleaned up the room, and met Caveman outside to go to the kitchen together. We kept the dry storeroom together with Mike and Robert (my P.M. superiors) only interrupting us once to have me cut up bacon for a few minutes. We had our lunch (Wednesday, hamburger/chicken sammich day) happily, then I spent the P.M. hours working outside the dry storeroom making beef yakisoba. At 2:00 P.M., Caveman and I left the kitchen together to go watch the mandatory presentation on recycling, which I stayed nice and late for. Scratch two hours of dealing with Robert's negative bullshit! 8D (Robert's a very detestable soul that disrespects all work done by himself and others, insulting everything and not caring who he turns away from food that otherwise would be recieved as damn-well cooked and delicious. Hate him.)
I love what happened next: just as dinner was about to start, the entire campus was placed under total lockdown. The first things I heard concerning the lockdown were that a patient escaped the mental ward a quarter-mile away (that's not very far away at all, for anyone reading this that's used to kilometers), but I was almost immediately afterward hearing things about a VERY serious bomb threat, and K-9 units swarmed the campus shortly afterward. Stuck in the kitchen under lockdown, I spent 5:00-7:45 P.M. without a moment's rest, and we still didn't get much done. On average, a stream of people coming in for dinner will stretch 50-75 peoples, depending on what's being served, and anyone can come up at any time, as long as they come up before we stop serving at 6:15. Today though, they sent up ALL of one dorm and waited for everyone to finish their dinner before bringing them back. While they ate, the K-9 units swept the dorm to make sure there wasn't any bombs. Each dorm has anywhere from 64-80 residents. The dorms we have on-campus are (in the order I served them in) Allienace (the girls' dorm), Phoenix (the "chill" dorm, also the dorm I'm in), Eagles (Seagulls, the arrogant dorm), and United (Untied, the dyslexic dorm). There were people that skipped out on dinner, but we still served somewhere around 250 people, and at a breakneck pace. We cleaned up quickly afterward and left. I think nobody liked that bullshit. Now I gotta go to role-call (8:56 P.M.). I'm headed straight to bed afterward. G'night, FA... x.x;;
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(9:36 P.M. MST) Wednesday, April 29, 2009
So much to catch up with! 8U
It's been a week since my last entry, and a lot happened JUST in the past THREE DAYS!I went on leave over the weekend and pulled up a lotta stuff from the internet while I was at home, and I forgot to post my latest diary entries on fa (sorry everyone!). Nothing big happened just before leave, but the day I got back was a tad eventful.
Sunday night, we were informed that L.C. would be leaving the room due to being the second Top 5 leader in the room, which isn't allowed. In turn, someone else would be immediately taking his place: Brock Patton, a bit of news that excited me, embarassed me, and scared me to death all at the same time for the next 24 hours.
Monday brought me great news: I was accepted into Culinary Arts! I heard about it at 3:20 P.M., 25 minutes before we left. That evening, I hung out at the Rec. Hall with Caveman, and we traded anime and a few other things we had on-hand (I gave him Gravitation, Laputa: Castle in the Sky, a short anime porn movie, and a few others bits and pieces of stuff, and in return he gave me Lucky Star and Air Gear). The day was a great day, but that night, L.C. moved out, and the bed was left empty for the night, leaving me to dread the next afternoon.
Tuesday was EXTREMELY eventful, and the whole day was one of the VERY few times that I actually felt scared enough to stop doing what I was doing and take a MANDATORY breather. Brock was moving into my room that afternoon, I was getting my new uniform and donning it for the first time, Betty gave me a whole line to not only be completely in charge of, but to prepare everything for without interference, and I was getting to meet Caveman's family! Bigger than all that though, Caveman was graduating at 2:30 P.M., and I was almost in tears over it all. Tuesday had my life going 180MPH through a barbwire maze. It did NOT go smoothly. Believe you me that we're all better off leaving it at that.
Today was out of the ordinary. Not exciting, not boring, not really anything different, even though what we did was ENTIRELY different. Every trade had to leave their usual work and go outside for center-wide cleanup. Spring has sprung, and so have the weeds in the plant-bearing spots around here. Nothing really special happened with doing that, it was kinda like an alternative possibility kinda day, everything's different, and yet everything was the same. After lunch (we had chili dogs!), I got slated to chop up meat, and I wound up slicing the tip of my pinkie open while scooping up the strips I'd cut up. I slapped a band-aid on it, got some gloves, and they finished up while I was busy doing all that, so I wound up waiting out in the dining hall for the day to end, which it eventually did.
I got back to the dorm and spent my free time watching Air Gear, which is really quite good if anybody reading this is interested in suggestions for something to get to watch. Now though, it really is pretty late, and lights out is breathing down my neck. I gotta get this thing put away before I get in trouble for it. G'night, F.A.!
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(8:47 P.M. MST) Thursday, May 28, 2009
If anyone out there knows a guy named Philip Claver that recently got termed from Centennial Job Corps in Nampa, ID for telling his boss to "fuck off", do yourselves a favor and alienate him from your lives. The little bastard tried to get me arrested by accusing me of having child porn and wound up getting my computer confiscated by the police for a month of pointless investigation. Thanks, Phil! I hope you get cancer, you stupid son of a bitch!
I just got my computer back earlier today from Security after finding out that it was delivered yesterday and the guy that was supposed to call me to tell me to retrieve it failed to do so. I'm just making this diary entry tonight to say that I hate the jackass that tried to ruin my life and mark the day my computer was returned to me. I still have a few things to do today, and those are all gonna take me until lights out to finish. I'll catch you all up tomorrow!
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(4:54 P.M. MST) Friday, May 29, 2009
Holy crap... This week felt REALLY short! Last weekend was a three-day weekend (Sat/Sun/Mon), which left this week to be a four-day week, and it didn't even feel THAT long! I almost feel like I jumped from one weekend into the other!
Before I launch into that, I'll catch you up on what I remember from over the past month. I didn't record anything since my computer was in police custody over the issue covered in yesterday's entry, but I'll catch you all up on what I do still have:
After Caveman graduated, he left for the rest of the week, then he returned the following Monday and he and I spent the week saying goodbye to eachother. The time we spent wound up being the first time I got to talk to... Nevermind, I'm not sure Caveman would care much for me mentioning that here.
Brock is nestled rather comfily into the room now, and he fits in QUITE nicely. His presence in the room makes the atmosphere a LOT happier. I also almost got to go to an on-center rave with him (as a friend, I swear!), but he was only gonna go because he thought his ride to go out on weekend pass might not be showing up, and he got proven wrong when he went to go change into his black pants (the rave's theme was for everyone to wear predominantly black outfits). Se la vie...
I got to go out on weekend pass without my computer a couple of times, one of which led me out to go enjoy the Apple Blossom Festival. Well... Okay, not really. Stupid Job Corps gives you Incident Reports if you get a sunburn, and I burned both my arms getting food from the special Festival vendors. I didn't want to make my burns worse by standing in line for hours on end. I only got away with the minor burns that I DID get because I called them premature suntans.
I started to get back into pool a little bit, and even played in a couple tournaments at the Pub on weekend pass. I'm not getting any better though, and I'm still just as horrible on the table as I was when I forsake the game. I'm still on the verge of not playing ever again, but I'm giving it a chance this time. I MIGHT get better, but I doubt it.
That covers all the big stuff over the past month. now on to today!
My allergies decided to resurface today, and they aren't making my life any easier. In fact, they're making my life utter bullshit. I couldn't go out and crush boxes for very long before a string of 20 FUCKING SNEEZES IN A ROW led me inside to save my sinuses from ripping themselves all to shit. I am NOT happy over this. My allergies dragged me away from the mandatory volleyball game that happened outside just before I returned to the dorm at 3:45. Before that, they kept me in the classroom all day. Before that, they had me pinned down around all the food we were serving for lunch, trying not to sneeze in any of it. I'm not happy over this... >.<#
But it's the weekend all over again, and I FINALLY have some damned entertainment for it! I'll be resuming updates to my diary regularly from now on, and playing Steam games in offline mode in the meantime. No outside for me, thank you. There's pollen out there. D:
(10:36 P.M. MST)
... GAH! I hate when snack winds up being something cheap, like freakin' peanut-butter sandwiches! Not PB&J, just PB. I mean... EW! That's NOT what Culinary should be cranking out! Honestly, I feel personally embarassed whenever I see a box of those roll out on a cart with staff expecting people to actually enjoy it. I don't understand how crap like this winds up being sent out to the dorms; we have MUCH better stuff on hand! I wouldn't mind taking a day and preparing biscotti for snack, or even simpler ideas like sugar cookies! Hell, if Sam (one of two staff members in charge of the kitchen) would approve it, I wouldn't mind it at all if I had to go up and make a BIG-ASS batch of ramen! But alas, that ain't happening. Ahwell...
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(6:38 P.M. MST) Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Did I mention that while my computer was away, I joined Music Club here? No? Well, while my computer was away, I joined Music Club here. Now you know. :P
I had my first Music Club meeting exactly three weeks ago tomorrow, and I should have had my first practice session the following week, but the teacher had something that interfered and the session I was signed up for got cancelled. I missed the next two weeks' meetings (and consequently didn't get to sign up for a practice session) due to one miscommunication and one count of losing track of time. Last week, I caught the teacher on the way out of the meeting and snagged a practice session for 5:45 P.M. today and 5:15 P.M. Thursday. I didn't get to practice anything today, but instead was given a couple packets of information to go over. One is just instructions for how to read sheet music, but the other is a lot of information I'm gonna be using quite a bit. It goes over a lot of pointers for anyone wanting to sing, the physics of it, how to learn a song -properly-, and (mostly importantly) vocal health. I'm expected to read the vocal health section at the very least before Thursday's practice, and also to have performed the stretches the teacher went over with me before she arrives.
I've been wanting to take a look into this for quite a while now. In the kitchen, I found out that a lot of cooks have a rhythm, and a lot of those with a rhythm sing in order to keep themselves in time. I've found myself doing the same a bit, actually. My thoughts on it are that if I cultivate that, maybe I can start functioning a little smoother with a knife, perhaps stop losing chunks of my fingers like the one that I lost in some salisbury steak while my computer was out (I already had a whole steak rendered down into strips, but I wasn't careful when I scooped the strips up with the knife to put them in the pan).
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(5:09 P.M. MST) Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Holy fucking christ, this morning was EXTREME bullshit. Technically, I've been on P.M. for the past two weeks plus this week. However, I only spent the second week actually ON the shift, otherwise I was told by my coworker, who goes by the nickname 'Spook', that he'd be replacing me for the first and third weeks of my shift, since he needed to spend the second week doing KP work. This morning, I found out that he's been skipping out on A.M. for the past three days, and that makes ME look bad, since he's covering MY spot. Jack wasn't happy with him at all. I'm still pissed over that.
After that round of bullshit, I found MORE bullshit in the dry storeroom: boxes upon boxes upon yet more boxes, all freshly delivered and awaiting a sorting hand. Not a big deal normally, but today Jack set a deadline for me for 9:30, less than an hour and a half to move four six-box columns, each box containing six cans roughly 4-5 times the size of a normal can of green beans, get them sorted by contents, properly placed in accordance with FIFO, and stocked. I could'a done it all myself, but it would have been hectic and quite strenuous. However, the alternative that was attempted to be forced upon me was ANYTHING but better than that; the bottom half of the scummiest denizens of the kitchen all barged in on my solitude and started moving things around as they deemed fit without my input. I pitched a fit and they all fucking scattered like the disgusting little cockroaches they all are. Only one of them stayed behind, and thank God he was someone I can actually stand. More than that, he gave some spirited conversation. Not nearly as spirited as my conversations with Caveman, but he was good company nonetheless.
As 9:30 rolled around, I found myself pressed into a mandatory CPR class. Not a bad class really, though the procedure feels a bit corny when you're just being tested on it. However, I spent six hours playing with a little blue dummy, and now I'm qualified to kiss people in need of medical attention! XD;;
CPR class got interrupted a few times so that people could go do their ESPs (Evaluation of Student Progress; determines what kinda color card you're gonna get, which determines your privileges on-center and how many passes you get for the month). I walked out with another Red Card on account of my roommate Aaron, who keeps finding reasons to bitch about everything, including me. He got two of my scores knocked down out of Bronze Card range. Bald little shit-for-brains...
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(8:41 P.M. MST) Thursday, June 4, 2009
Today was... I want to cry over today. It was that bad. I salvaged all the luck I could out of it, but today went downhill like Britney Spears Chasing a blunt.
Last night, Pheonix Dorm began an accelerated transformation into the beta form of the new introductory dorm. Because of this, we had to get all of the next delivery of new arrivals (minus the girls) to test the new dorm's effectiveness. To do this, people had to be moved out of the dorm to open up beds. I was one of the people chosen to be moved out in less than 24 hours.
I had two possibilities, and one was MUCH bigger than the other, and much worse. I could either end up in Eagles Dorm (where there's some friendly faces, and some possibilities for internet access), or I could end up in United (a desolate wasteland filled with barren fields of dry, parched hatred and threats of pain). I spent this afternoon sweating as I ran from building to building, desperately fighting to not wind up in a dorm filled with violently homophobic masses. I salvaged luck from that, and by the graces of some higher power, I managed to dodge getting a key for a United room. I didn't get a key to an Eagles room either, but I'm slotted to get one once a new one is made for the room I was put in anyway. Brock was watching my back apparently, because he already had it set up so that I fell into a friendly room. My new roommates are Eugene, Zack, and Will, two of them seem like good people, but I haven't seen a lot of Zack yet as I type this. He seems more interested in Eugene and Will's co-op session of Resident Evil 5. Eugene and Will are awesome techies, AND THEY HAVE WI-FI IN THE ROOM! 8U (However, the downside to that is that it's $5 a month, but that's not much of a downside at all. I'm HAPPY to pay!)
I cried myself to sleep last night over what today was bringing me: the end of my time as Brock's roommate. He helped me pack up my stuff a bit, but I mostly let him play my guitar while I got things out. He's done plenty for me, so letting him relax here was the least I could do. After my last trip into the room, we wound up hugging three times, and I almost bawled on the way into the other building. If Tabby hadn't stopped me and talked to me, I would have had streams running down my face when I walked into my new room.
I'm all moved into my new room now, and I'm... Well, I still wish I was in Brock's room, to be frank. I'm gonna miss being able to talk to him...
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(12:02 P.M. MST) Saturday, June 13, 2009
(All entries from here on will made from home.)
Issues at Job Corps caused me to think better of letting my computer stay with me on-campus. Lockers are winding up open with shit missing all over the place. I'm bringing back a LOT of my stuff this weekend: my computer, my PS2, my camera, my movies, everything that I don't wear basically. I might take it back after summer break (which starts on the 26th), but I'll have to test the waters first. IF I can bring it back, I can pay for internet in my room. If not, I can save up for a laptop. Yay!
The kitchen's doing horrific currently, and I'm expecting that to last until Spook, Penguin, Pup, and Leprechaun get termed. Spook's a little gangbanger fuckhead with a chip on his shoulder; Penguin's a fat fuck that looks like a giant bloated tick that can't keep his fucking mouth shut when discretion should be HEAVILY exercised (in a multitude of matters, a few with myself involved, most just involving others); Pup's an angry little bastard that can't keep his nose in his own business; Leprechaun's an overly tempermental, short, non-shaving, impatient, disgusting little bastard that can't keep his unwashed little deformations he likes to call hands out of food or off of girls' chests. I'm half tempted to tell the DEA where Leprechaun's hiding so that they can put a damned needle in his arm and make him stop breathing. 8|
I'm on Classrrom for the next two weeks, and the dry storeroom is doing TERRIBLE without me in there to keep order. Spook has his run of the place, and all sorts of shit is falling on the floors, winding up ripped open, smashed, missing... And I'm all but CERTAIN that Spook's the one responsible! If anyone has any suggestions, I'd love to hear them. x.x;;;;
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