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So yes. Today I dropped off my car to get repainted and undinged so for two days I do not have a vehicle.
Also. I need a bigger hard drive, I'm starting to look through and delete crap I don't use anymore.
Before I emptied my trash bin:

And after:

I use my trash bin as another folder most days.
So I went and got some food.

And then ate it.

And I got new clothes, I like this look.


also:

Google finally has their own messenger out, and I now run it because google is AWESOME. So uh... add me to your list and let's play with it.
my gmail account is drgamez@gmail.com
So it appears that I wont be moving as soon as I thought. Bryan's dad did some math and worked out about how much it would cost per month for the both of us, and it comes out to be that coon may not make enough to live on his own. So until he gets a better job I once again do not have a move date set.
This kind of stinks, but it's not a HUGE disapointment. The only suck part is I keep telling people "next month" and they keep making plans on it and I don't ever really move.
So I'm starting to sound like a broken record.
So Bryan and I finally found a place and decided to get this all going. I'm so happy and excited right now :D
We are shooting to move in Sep. 10th, but until I have an offical date this might move a little bit.
I have a cat in a bag.

She is the reason my keyboard looked like this:

It's cleaner now :D
Was sold at a skate shop.

Bryan I love you.

Carrie
Chris B.
Chris E.
Laura
Patrick
Nick
Ron
Travis
Shawnna
In the past 2 months, these co-workers and friends have either been fired or quit in disgust at how shitty the place I work at has become.
Today I was called in when I wasn't supposed to work. I had to take a banquet. 2 people quit because it was so fucking busy. Just up and left in the middle of the shift, making it even harder for everyone else.
Then I make $55 of $850 in sales. The 15% minimum for $850 in sales is $127 in tips.
I made $55.
And there are some of you out there that will say "Well tips are something EXTRA, not to be depended on as a source of income."
That's great of you to think that, you've never had a waiting job. Apparently you think being a waiter isn't stressful and watching your co-workers just leave you fucked with more tables is a breeze. Well tonight was fucking hard, and I just want to cry.
This is bullshit.
Ok, flying planes and helocopters in BF2 isn't that hard.
Landing them on the other hand :|
So my friend who tests games at EA Games came into work today. He had a copy of Battlefield 2. He asked if I could actually run this game cause the requirements are too steep for him.
I said yes.
I now have a brand new copy of Battlefield 2 :D
Yesterday was fun for the most part. I woke up and had to go to the dentist pretty early (9:45amish is early for me keep in mind). Once I got back home from that I got home and showered up and stuff so I could go hang out with Feles before coffee and such. We went to some noodle house thing and we got some stuff I couldn't pronounce. I got to use chopsticks which I haven't used since coonie's place, which was fun.
After eating kitty dragged me to a tea shop place so he could get a thick piece of toast with jam. Yeah. It was weird. Just a... thick piece of toast with... jam. Smelled good though.
After that we drove around and stopped at CompUSA to check out some stuff and whatnot, just browsing. We played with the macs, found a 3.5GHZ Vaio, and oggled Gigabit switches and whatnot. I'm thinking of buying a secondary hard drive, just because the 80 gigs I have now are on their last 10, and that kind of sucks.
After that we got a call that at least one person will be heading to coffee already, so we decided to meet up and go a little early. We got there and milled around. Couple more people showed up, then PassLion and DarkRage showed up. And yeah. Rage and Feles knew why I kept turning red and blushing, and they wouldn't SAY it, but that didn't stop them from keep making me turn red and stuff.
And I must destroy Evans for saying that #o..o#
We all decided to head off to Golfland so we weren't sitting there 30 minutes before close trying to play some games. With some stroke of luck we actually managed to get a game of mini-golf going.
My name is Doc, I'll be here all night.
It was much fun with gropes and laughs and whatnot. I'm not sure who won, DarkRage should know, he was keeping score and whatnot. None of us won a free game, but Feles did steal some balls, keeping them in his pants. He also looked for my balls :D (ps he found them).
Kitty and Mango got hungry, so after that we drove on over to Denny's to sit there still around 2:15amish. I was pretty tired, so I probably shouldn't have stayed, because I was getting kind of tired and whatnot. On my drive home back over the Dumbarton I was really hoping coonie was still awake so I had someone to talk to to keep me focused. I wasn't being unsafe with my driving, just was annoying having to keep singing with lyrics to keep my mind focused.
I should start bringing my digicam more often, words and shit are fun to read I guess but sometimes pictures do so much more justice. Oh well.
Time to get that dream out of my head.
Freaking rat.
and wuff. #o..o#
So yeah, Bryan and I are still looking for a place, and we might be shooting around the Everett area because it is cheaper (for a reason from what I've heard). Things are starting to get a bit blah on my side with the apartment search because I don't know anywhere up there. Like I know if he was moving down there, we'd shoot for Fremont area, maybe Union City, and stay away from Hayward.
See up there I don't know which places are which. And sometimes coonie is a bit lazy so... yeah. I don't know what to do now. We have like 2 places he has to go look at, and there is a few more nice places for him to check out.
But if we find a place we like... what do we do? I don't know how much Bryan knows, or how much his parents know about us moving. (They know we're moving but I don't know how up to date they are with our situation).
And yeah.
Kind of worried, just want to move.
So I check my spam email and get this.
What the fuck do I even make of this one?

Feles Aerius: OMG KILL ME
Feles Aerius: I got this question right:
Feles Aerius: "What is the first book of the bible?"
X DrGamez X: Genesis
Feles Aerius: yep
Feles Aerius: lol
X DrGamez X: haha
X DrGamez X: I win
X DrGamez X: Do i get a pope hat :D
X DrGamez X: +<[:D
X DrGamez X: thats me in a pope hat
X DrGamez X: I look so cool


















Ever have one of those days your cock feels really fucking huge?
I'm sick.
So tonight I went to family therapy, and I got to see my brother.
I haven't seen him in so long. How the therapy works is the kids will have a topic they want to discuss and my brother's was me moving away. I didn't know about it so that kind of took me by suprise.
His issue was basically that he didn't want me to move away until he got home. I cried pretty hard when I heard him say that, it was tough to take. We talked for a good half-hour with everyone, and I was crying pretty hard but I finally got the point across to my brother that he doesn't want me to move and I don't want to leave him, but it's something we both need.
Yeah. So I'm exaughsted. After staying out all last night with two good friends, then getting 3 hours of sleep and then crying and stuff.
I'm spent x..o
I hate taking naps, when I wake up I don't feel rested, just confused and wondering where everyone is x..o
Ok, so last couple of days are really really blurred to me, so I will start with the last full day I can remember: Saturday.
So Saturday was Nick's last day at work. He is this really cool co-worker type guy that is really into video games. Really. Really into video games. We would play our DSes between tables and after work, talk about video games all day and go home and play video games all night.
He comes into work on Friday and let's everyone know tomorrow (the Saturday I remember) will be his last day at work. We all are kind of suprised, he's been working at a Black Angus for 4 years now, why would he just drop it. Apparently he got a new job.
A better job.
At EA Games.
He is now a video game tester. :O
I was shocked, video game testers are myths. They get PAID for playing VIDEO GAMES, those jobs aren't supposed to really exist! But he does, and he started this Monday (yesterday). So that night he decided he might as well throw a party back at his place.
Normally I'm not one for parties, usualy because they involve large amounts of people in different states of minds doing kind of stupid things; and I'm always the sober one. But this was Nick. Even though I didn't want to, I had to go just to say goodbye to him 'n shit.
I give my friend Travis a ride over to the party after I jet home and change really quick (letting my parents know where I was going). Once at the party it started slow, as all of them do. His house/apartment actually has a Metal Slug Super Vehicle-001 NEO-GEO machine.
:O orgasm.
So once everyone got there the normal drinking began, and soon it was just talking to a few co-workers as some other ones played some drinking card game. I don't even know how I passed the time but I ended up offereing a ride to a co-worker and his friend, they had no way home and were going to walk like 5 miles; drunk as hell. I then offered a ride home to Mike, who had no ride home, and then I offered a ride home to Laura. She was going to go with Palladin, but he was drinking a lot and had smoked a bit so I wasn't even comfortable letting HIM drive home, which he did safely however.
5:10am rolls around. I finally decide I should start heading home and pile everyone into my car. I drop people off after getting much thanks for doing so, then head on back home. On the way back home I didn't need my headlights. I stroll in around 5:45am and eat a chicken burrito my parents bought for me. I contemplated staying up the entire night, but decided I should get SOME sleep. So around 6:15 I finally fall asleep, well after the sun has risen.
My parents didn't seem to care really, I don't know if they know for SURE I don't drink/do drugs, but oh well. I don't and thats all that matters to me.