Work was super busy so by the end of the night there was shit flipped and smashed or smeared nearly everywhere, and it was my lucky night because I got to close middle so it took me a while to clean and clear everything. In short by the time I was out of work, home-n-changed, to finally downtown it was 11:20.
Not a lot was happening when I first showed up, so I milled about for a while looking for people who I knew, not spotting any I went and got a drink and found a corner to do some people watching from. The headliner (DJ Even Flow) was playing and there was a fair amount of people out on the dance floor which provided enough entertainment until midnight for the official countdown to bring in the new year. The only problem was that when the Dj stopped at 11:50(the ten minute time frame for announcements and costume contest) the sound was having some serious problems; it kept cutting in and out. So for about eight minutes they were trying their best to fix it and failing.
In this short time frame I somehow managed to attract a girl who I guess thought I was something great. Now, let me say that if she was good looking then I would have had a real problem but, this girl…in short not good. It would be kind to say he was homely, more like she fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. Oh and she was drunk, so she saunters/staggers over to me and tells me that I should have champagne in my hand and not a beer. Reason being that it is going to be the new year soon and that I needed a girl and some champagne to do it properly. I said something about already having the beer and that it was now too late for champagne and ignored her other comment. She wandered off and a few moments later I noticed that she floating around where I was standing, so i walked up closer to the DJ stage for the final countdown. By this time the sound was finally fixed and working for the last few minutes of the year. As a group we did a countdown and at ‘zero’, everyone said ‘happy new year’, well there were other things such as hoots and hollers were going but for the most part it was ‘happy new year’. That was when I felt someone’s hand on the back of my head pulling and rotating my head to my left. (You could probably never guess who it was but my ‘friend’ from before trying to kiss me.) I just keept rotating my head to left and rolled it all in to a hug. She not being happy with the hug said, ‘I want to kiss you’, I told her ‘sorry, no’. She told me at this point that ‘I don’t want to make out with you or anything, just a kiss’. Inwardly I had a laugh and was shaking my head, but as to not be a total jerk - I gave her another hug and kissed her on her cheek and she kissed me on mine, and that was the last I saw of her for the night.
It was now the new year with it they did the costume contest which was quite boring so I went about to see what I could find. At which point I finally spotted Ryan and peter, the lazy buggers did not even try to dress up for the night. Well actually I take that back, peter was dressed up as a punk. But it was more of a Santa Monica kind of punk….not exactly steam punk. But at least they were there and I was able to talk to them the conversation was trivial but I was good to catch up with them.
By this time the music was up and running, the costume contest had ended, and everyone was back to drinking and partying. So I found another good spot to do some people watching from when I spotted a center of entertainment. A white male, mid thirties, out of shape, no costume, drunk(or I would like to hope so) and on the prowl. I really had to hand it to this guy he was doing his best and was not going to let anything or anyone ruin his night.
The search - our subject was wandering about on the dance floor scanning the hall until his gaze stopped on a girl a few feet away texting on her cell phone. In for the kill – doing this kind of little dace thing he moves forward, gets the girls attention and then after a few attempts, somehow manages into a waltz position. The rejection- he rushed it a little too much so the girl still had the phone in her hand(he was grabbing her wrist) which was now being waved about in the air, and the girl by no means impressed by this, walked away. The rebound - not detruded by the minor setback he just kept doing his little dance thing and but added a rotation until he saw another girl. The warm up - this one he decides to take it a little slower so he just kind of smiles does a few hand gestures and moseys on over to her. The rejection(again) – this girl seeing the attempt(and the drunken facial twitches that he is trying to work into a smile) starts doing a backward shuffle moving away and dances to the other side of the floor. The loner – he now seeing no viable females in his near vicinity decided to just keep dancing by himself, which lasted for a few more minutes until finally bored he also left the dance floor.
There not being many more entertaining people out doing stupid things on the dance floor I did a loop about the room and I saw that the head liner DJ Even Flow(Erin and her man who’s name don’t remember)were sitting on the side all by them shelves. It was not a bad conversation that is hollering over the music but I was able to figure out how long they have been disc jockeying, that he has some family here in town, and that they might stop by the restaurant. So like I said not bad but before too long there was someone else that wanted to talk to them, so I moved on but I was fun to say hi to them and meet them.
Seeing as my source of entertainment had left, I did another loop around the floor. I had noticed that for the last while there had been this tall, long haired, creepy guy that had been following Nurse Jessica around. So I thought that I would go and check if she needed rescuing from the guy. So I walked over to and started a conversation with her, he did not try to join in he just stood there and glared at me. I thought it was working, but I was wrong, because he introduced himself(I think his name was kyle) and then well… to word it nicely asked me to ‘step out’ saying that he was here having a conversation with her and did not want me to be a part of it. I thought it meant he knew her and they were talking about something important. Jessica was by no means impressed with his reaction or attitude told him that I was a friend and that I did not need to leave. Not to make a confrontation I told the guy I was sorry and was not trying to step on his toes, I knew that Jessica can handle herself so I was not too worried but it was still a total fail on my end of things. In a later conversation with Jessica, via text, I discovered that he was drunk and they only kind of knew each other. So even bigger fail on my end, but she told me that she used some choice words and brought him down a peg or two. So hey, now I know that for any future references Jessica has got my back even if I decide to walk away.

After a little random walking about the room I was able to see some of my friends off for the night and before too long it was also time for me to call it a night. It was about 2:40 when I walked out of there to my car. I was in the car just getting ready to pull out when I was flagged down by a couple that were across the street. Well that is he was doing a little jog over to my car, and the girl was trying her best to walk quickly in her high heels and tight little dress that was restricting her movement without breaking/stretching/rolling an ankle. I was a little worried at first about giving a ride to two strangers, but that is when I noticed that the girl was not wearing a coat or jacket of any means( and it was really quite cold that night). They seemed nice and I did not think that much could go wrong, plus I did not want to be a jerk and make her walk the remaining distance in those shoes. The guy told me that they were going just up the block to his house. I told him that I was bad with down town driving so he would tell me when I was to turn, so it was kind of like my first taxi driver job. It turned out that he did not exactly live just ‘up the block’ it was more like nine blocks before I was at his house, but I discovered that he was stretching the truth not for my sake but for the girls. Picking up on their conversation they had only meet that night. I figured that out because she did not know where he lived and was asking him if he had any roommates or such. So I asked them were they meet, they were like “China Blue, yah it was a really great party, lot of fun”. After talking to them for a while(and I was still driving) the girl commented ‘wow, this is a lot farther than you said, and it is so cold outside’. Finally we reached the destination and I dropped them off, they wanted to repay me somehow, I told them that none was needed. So the girl, told me ’thank you so much and I hope that you have a really blessed new year’. Not bad all-n-all, because I received the blessing from a cute blond, and that has to be good for something right?

Current Mood: energetic
Current Music: Di.Fm - EuroDance

So work has been good and bad, there is a reason why it is called work. But really for the most part I enjoy what I do, making things being able to see the short life that the food has allows me to see it from beginning to end. I have learned a lot, from styles of food, techniques and just a lot of little things that add up. I have been able to work with guys who have grown up in the food industry and have been working for 30 years, others who have completed enough culinary school and earned the title of ‘Certified Executive Chef’. So pretty much I will always be the guy lowest on the totem pole, but like I said working with all these men with so much knowledge I try my best to learn what they are doing and how it is done. I am constantly trying to learn new things, though that does not always work in my favor. I have definitely screwed things up and either overcooked, burnt, or just done in the improper procedure on something. That is when I yelled it, mostly by Greg he is our Sous-Chef and he is a total jerk and he has had years of practice with hardened line cooks so when he wants he can just tear though me. So that means that when I mess up that make sure not to do the same mistake twice, Greg just has a natural knack for not allowing oneself to forget such things.
But as much fun as I do have making food, working with really knowledgeable men, and having some really good laughs with coworkers, the job just does not pay enough. If the pay was better, I would just jump into it and not look back. But the long run is the at $8 an hour it just is not working, so I am signed up for school this spring semester. It is just one class Calculus 3, this class has killed me twice but this time I am going to try and really give it all I can. So the idea is that if I can pass it then I will go back into school full time and move on in my life, it I don’t pass it well….then I have not decided what I will do. Maybe I will just go really fast off a large cliff and see how far I can fly.
Yah, so I have totally forgot so say anything about crystals wedding. Oops. So here is my moment to shine and tell all bout it……wwwwelllll so, it was nice and her and drew got married. It was a lot of work and mom and dad spent a lot of time on it, it was hard to have fun at because I was in the lineup in the grooms side so there was some duties that I had to do for that and helping run the rest of the wedding. There was beer and wine but because the party and to end at 10:30(ordnances with the grounds that were rented) but the wedding stated at 8 it was a crazy fast night. Then all of the clean up stated, I did not get out of there until like 12:30 but mom and dad did not leave until 2 something not exactly what I would call a ‘good time’.
And hey look at what month it is Christmas! Yay! So this month went really fast due to work the weekends were double, triple or in some cases quad booked. So the month of December went quite fast, and so in normal fashion I went Christmas shopping the week of Christmas. It was not so bad just lots of running about and spending money. And mix in a few Christmas parties that I was invited to and bamf not a lot of extra time and the month and hey that is what Christmas is all about. We were able to do advent as a family but I did not make it many seeing as most of time I am working is at night. Sadly there has not been much snow, there was maybe an quarter inch the other day but in the mountains there is nothing, though that is lucky for me because I did not buy a season pass for bogus basin.

Current Mood: happ
Current Music: Di.Fm - Hard Style

This cold world was all I knew in the colorless life I lived it was always the same cycles and repetition; man and his dwellings are not long in duration they die in the morning and are born in the evening. This corrupted life I simply counted the days wondering when shall all of this pass?

When night falls and I close my eyes for darkness to take me; there in midst of my despair and sorrow is where I see her. She is set apart from all I know, vivid in her beauty and elegance. The touch of her skin the warmth of her smile and the innocents in her eyes beings me to a new form of life. Words and actions are too few to have the power to move heaven and earth and yet her gracious smile has cleared my soul of sorrow. How can it be that all the strength I have there is nothing I can do yet her simple smile has changed me? I want her to hold me so I can forgo my lonely and terrible nights.

As night ends she begins to fade as if a morning fog and the warmth of the colors return to a cold grey, strife and bleakness crept back into the world replacing her beauty I had known for the night. Not wanting to forget I thought of the places where she had shown me joy in vain I tried; all I could find was the memories that once were great but now are lost in this coming land of darkness eating away at what I tried to hold so close. To keep my memories of her was as if trying to remembering a dream the closer I came the farther away she was, the harder I tried the more she slipped from my mind. I began to think was this all a mirage? Was she ever really here? No, I know it was real this love I have for her will never leave it can never be taken away. I awoke to my world filled with death, my loneliness and sorrow. Never remembering the grace and love she had shown me.

Night after night she would return, my memories of the time we spent were as if they had never left. Yet every bleak morning when life is to be anew my memories would be robbed of her, and the joy of having and the pain of losing as if never been. Even being with her I still felt sorrows bitter sting for every gray morning she would fade as if in a dram and was soon forgotten. Whatever the price; I was willing to sacrifice anything to be able to always have her. I knew that it would come with a price for all things do. Only if I had known that price; what I naively paid and she knowingly paid.

I dreamed that I met a most beautiful woman in a world which was defiled from all its pain and suffering, all was grey and twisted. The world around her died yet it did not touch her, her grace was not marred but her eyes were full of sorrow. She told me “now you may never forget me” I awoke to a sea of darkness, her voice touched the fragments of the memories - it was as if she had pierced my soul. I now know the beauty of love; the time spent with her is mine to cherish. I had broken the bonds of the gray morning robbing me of her grace, no longer would I be forced relinquish her; she was locked away in my heart and memories.

Now my nights are dark and twisted never again have I seen her, my joy with her is turning to bitterness as the colors are fading from my memory and I cannot recall what her smile was like. Often I have wondered ‘would it have been better never to have known than to have known such elegance and to have it slowly slipping sway?’

Current Mood: artistic
Current Music: Alcest

So for a while now I have been job hunting and have found very little, I had a short three week job through volt for Western Electronics. But I was not a good job and being a temp I was only there for the short amount of time before it ended. Before during and after the job I was looking for something better, something that I waned to do and that I could keep my sanity while doing my job. Through a round-about way I had a connection to Brick 29 a restaurant in nampa. The owner and head chef has been making waves for the last few years on how well he runs his business and great quality food produced. So I knew that if I got on it would not be the same as some chain restaurant like an applebees.

Week one:
The first time I stopped by was on a Tuesday around 3:30 hoping to get them in a slow time and as luck would have it I was able to talk to Dustan the owner/head chef for about thirty to forty minutes. After we talked he told me that I was hired and that he would have his Sous-Chef call me and set the times when I could come in and work, for the next week.
By Friday I still hot not heard anything and gave them a call left a message because I could not get a hold of Dustan. Weekend came and went, called again on Monday and was still not able to get a hold of Dustan. So I figured I would just stop by again on Tuesday and talk in person.

Week two:
When I talked to Dustan he told me that his Sous-Chef, Greg, was sick and that he had been sent home sick and this is why I had not received a call to set up times but when he gets better I should be able to start working.

Week Three:
A week had gone by and still no phone call, so I stopped by again. Talked to Dustan and he told me that the job they had in mind was for me to work on the catering truck which, currently Greg was driving back from Brooklyn with the truck. He also told me that Greg had the last word if I was to be taken on.
At this point I was discouraged, first it was that I was highered, then no phone call for when I started, weeks of excuses but I thought that I have waited this long so I will give them one more week.

Week four:
Stopped by again on Tuesday but this time Dustan was not there but Greg was. But sadly when I talked to Greg he had no idea who I was and had not heard a single thing from Dustan. So I quickly told Greg about the last few weeks and what I had been told from week to week. Greg told me that he would talk To Dustan and call me back in the next forty-eight hours with and answer.
Wednesday came and went and so did Thursday, so Friday morning I called Dustan’s cell number and left him a message. I thanked him for the chance but said that it looked like it was not going to workout. That I had been waiting four weeks and had been promised a call back from Greg but never received it, thanked him again but told him I was going to look for something other.
About four hours later I got a phone call from Greg asking if I could come in tomorrow(Saturday) at noon for an interview with him. I told him that would be great and that I would see him then.

Saturday I showed up and Greg interviewed me, asking where I had worked what I had done. I knew that I was a down side that I had not worked in a kitchen professionally before but to him that was not a really big deal. He was happy to see that I had worked construction; saying that being on my feet all day, working in hot conditions and being able to lift heavy things would not be a problem for me. He also saw it as a bonus that I had costumer service working for HP. When the interview was done he showed me the truck and a little about the restaurant. Finally we walked back to the table where he had interviewed me and asked me what I was doing on Tuesday at 1:30. I told him that I did not have any plans. He said that he wanted me to come back then, I was super happy thinking that then he would have me fill out some paperwork and make everything official. Greg stated to walk to the front of the restaurant where the door was and I thought that it was done for now until he said ‘I want you to cook me dish ,you have forty-five minutes’. My mind started racing what could I cook in the time allotted….oh shit. The first thing that came to mind a was a chicken dish with mushrooms but I could not remember what all went in to it, then I drew a blank I could not pick something, I was just thinking that I had to cook it fast and then I thought for whatever it was it would also need a side and I had no idea what either would be. By this time Greg had stopped by the front reception desk at the entry and grabbed a lunch menu and handed it to me. He told me that I could use that as a reference; I thought that meant he wanted me to cook something off the menu for him. That was even worse, then I really stated to get a sinking feeling in my gut, not good. I asked him if I could take of my tie and started to roll up my sleeves, I had no idea what I was going to cook but was ready to charge forward, maybe in failure but I was going to give it a try. When I stated to run more recipes through my head and ask him if he had this or that for what I would need. Greg cleared it up for me, he told me that I did not have to cook now, but on Tuesday and the reason why he gave me the menu was so I could look at it and see what all items were in the kitchen to work with. That jerk, he put a way to big pause between ‘what are you doing tuesady’ and ‘you are going to cook me a dish’, so I was done for the day, I swear he did it on purpose just to see my reaction. But he did tell me that there was another guy that they were looking at and that it would be between me and the other guy for the spot. So he said because it is a hands on job, it is an hands on interview. So I could think of Tuesday as a sort of last test and then he would decide on who to hire. He told me he would take in to consideration, how clean, quick, and efficiently the two of us worked as we cooked, so I need to keep all of that in mind on Tuesday.

Week Five:
So I had been thinking and planning and stressing out the rest of the weekend and Monday. Greg had told me that it was between me and another guy and depending on how each of us worked in the kitchen and how the cooking was he would pick one or the other. So I had to do my best and make him pick me over the other guy. So the recipe that I decided on was a breaded chicken in panco cooked in bacon fat, a marinara sauce over whole wheat penne pasta and for a side I would look at what they had for a veggie.
Trial time rolled around to Tuesday at one thirty, and I was there ten minutes early thinking it would allow me to run it through my head and not be late, well all I really did for ten minutes was stress out. Even though I asked for a water to grab Greg for me at one twenty he did not walk out till one thirty. Like I said it did not help me to prep, it just allowed me to freak out more about how I was going to cook in a kitchen I had never been in before, with industrial grade equipment which means it is even more different than what I was use to.
Well so finally Greg came out and asked what all I would be making and what the ingredients would be, he showed me where they all were stated a timer and set me free. Let me just say that when I cooked it at home I was able to do all of it and had time to spare, this time it came down to the wire. I had the sauce going, so I went to the meat cooked it and placed it on the warmer, next I grabbed some asparagus and put it in the steamer for three minutes, pulled it, threw it in to a sauté pan with some bacon fat to cook it the rest of the way. Got some water going for the noodles, I had just dumped the noodles when Greg told me I had thirteen minutes. Oh crap, well time flies when you are having fun right? Well I knew that I the noodles needed to cook for about ten to twelve minutes so I could still make it, there was just going to be a huge rush right at the end. I pulled the asparagus put it on a warming plate with the chicken and threw it in to the oven to keep warm. Greg told me I had two minutes left, so I checked the noodles, they were done, I ran to the sink strained them came back got a plate threw on some noodles, then sauce put the chicken on and then I grabbed the asparagus to plate it. But the asparagus had made a transformation from what I knew was just a overcooked to eighty year old man status, they were shriveled and wrinkled. I knew that I was out of time so I had no choice but to plate them. Greg and been watching me run about his kitchen for the entire time writing down notes and keeping track of what I did.
When I handed the plate to him he grabbed two clean plates, forks and knives and told me to come and sit with him. He went and sat down at an empty table and told me to do so. He split up the dish and said to dig in. At first I did not eat anything I was just watching what his reaction was when he took his first bite. Which I must say was very anti-dramatic, at normal speed he took one bite and then he took another.
He told me that the asparagus was over cooked because when I had pulled it out of the steamer it was already done, all I had to do was season it and serve. And the reason why it was so over cooked was because the oven I placed it in to keep warm was at five hundred degrees, so when it was overdone from the sauté pan the oven just pushed it over the limit. Though he did say the chicken was great, and he enjoyed the pasta and sauce.
This entire time I had been on edge, I knew that there was another guy I was trying to outperform for the one spot, and that over cooked vegetables was not helping the cause. So I was not happy with myself.
When Greg had completed eating, he told me that they had decided to hold off on the other guy and that I had the job the other day but that he wanted lunch and that is why he wanted me to come in today and still cook for him. Well I was relieved, happy, though maybe if I had not been feeling the pressure before I would have laughed, but I did not I was just happy that I had a job.

Current Location: home
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Digitally Imported - Vocal Trance

Well first off I just want to give a little ‘hurray’ to Amber Hill today is her birthday. I doubt that she will soon forget this one because her retina was trying to detach so she got a visit to the doctor and a very expensive bill to go with it. Though I don’t think in that would fall under the’ how to have a fun time on your birthday’ category there is still a glimmer in the dark. In an effort to look on the bright side of things; the good news is that you are not blind! Yay! Things could be a lot worse you could be blind and have the doctor’s bills. Happy Birthday :D

Well last night I went over to the Rallens house and with a few others we celebrated the Passover. I have read or heard really anything on the observance of the Passover so everything was new. The event was not so much we were trying to relive and obey the old testament laws for the jews, but it was more of devoting an entire night and meal for remembering what God had set up for His people. That is not the most rock solid explanation of it but like I said I am still new to the idea and now I have a new challenge and something else to study. But with all that aside the meal was very different, fun but different.
One thing I did not know is that you drank four full glasses during the meal. No one told me that. Before we started the meal I poured myself a generous glass of wine thinking that I would warm up with it and maybe have another with the meal and be good for the night. Hah…yah I think in the end I had 7+ glasses of wine, like I said it was a fun night. Well the Passover had some interesting symbolic actions, for instance when you do drink the glass of wine(all at one time) you lean to the left, not only does it aid in digestion but more so it shows that we are free, blessed and are at rest. During one part we dipped our fingers in the wine glass and then tapped it three times on a plate while saying one of the ten plagues. So with wine on finger- Blood, Blood, Blood(tap,tap,tap)- (more wine on the fingers)Frogs,Frogs,Frogs(tap,tap,tap) and so on until all ten have been said. The reason being that the full glass is showing that God has blessed us while the drop is showing the sorrow and pain that the Egyptians suffered and their lack of blessing.
During the Passover there was a few different times where special songs were sung. It would not have been so bad even with the wine I had been drinking but the words were not in English it was Hebrew. It was really hard to sing to a new tune and pronounce it properly at the same time. At the end meal my singing skills were put to the test; while singing the song you pound a fist on the table and each time the song is finished it is started over and but is now sung faster. The lyrics is the phrase ‘L'shana Ha'ba'ah’(next year in jerusalem) which is repeated mixed in with a few other words. Simple right? Maybe it was the wine, or the non-english words or perhaps It was the new tune but I lost my spot and for the life of me I could not find where everyone was on the page. So I went on the best I could saying L's-ha-na- Ha-ba-ah but the song got faster, then faster and faster still while all of us were pounding on the table in rhythm with the song. I was so lost. I had to try and not laugh, so I fixed the problem by putting my sheet of music a little higher and closer to my face so no one would see that I was way off. Then the thought occurred to me, does anyone else know where we are on the song? So I quickly looked about and was not to reassured by everyone else holding their music sheets just how I did. Though it was not much long after that when the song ended and the observance of the passover was done.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: emillie autumn

Ok so i have had this story for a while but seeing as i nearly lost it on the computer i wanted to have another coppy somewhere. And if you have not read it there is more to come...one day.



A STORY CALLED__________

Our story begins in a magical and mystic land where both man and beast live together. This is the story of Mike. There is nothing too special about him; he is just like any other ordinary boy in his little village. Except that his birthday is soon and he is going to turn twenty. In his current state he is a stout young fellow and well liked but what he desires most, like any young man at that age, is to receive a quest by the king. If the quest is completed then great respect, money, fame and most of all service for the king himself is available. With his birthday being tomorrow he is most excited and he can hardly wait until the morning to see what it may bring.
In the following morning he was awakened by a messenger, who told Mike that he was to come and see the King himself. Mike quickly made it to the castle, for it was only a short distance away for there is where the king and his councilors awaited him. Mike knew what ever his mission was he could not fail at it, how ever impossible or unpleasant it was he was to receive the mission and to complete it. Each journey is different and hand picked for each young mans strengths and weakness. What ever his was it was to be as splendid and wonder full as others before him. Upon entering the castle he was escorted to the great hall where the king sat. The king, upon greeting Mike he asked if he was ready for his journey. Mike said that he was more prepared more than ever for what ever was before him and awaited his journey. The king nodded in approval and started to issue what was to be Mike’s great journey. He paused and then started, though the pause was brief Mikes mind was running in hipper mode. He imagined that the pause was because of the great weight that the mission carried. Possibly it was to rescue the king’s daughter and slay an evil dragon that took her ransom. Or perhaps it was to single handily stop a marauding band of thief’s. Maybe he was to lead the kings army in to battle against an evil wizard who commanded an endless army of magical warriors. Perhaps it could be something even greater than these, the possibilities are limitless. Mikes imagination continued to weave different stories, but was at once brought back as he realized that the king was addressing him. The king had just began that the mission was that; He was to go to the northern mountains find the mountain pass and cross over them. Then he was to find the sacred ring of rocks called Stone Wedge. In the center is a very sacred animal, a flying pig. Then and he was to receive one feather form the ancient beast, and return home. Mike stood in the great hall completely dumb stricken, with a most absurd expression on his face. One eye brow lifted the other eye slightly squinted head cocked to the left and mouth hanging open. Wha? Mike said. He realized what he had just said and quickly regained his composure. Though in his mind he was wondering what happened to the dragon, marauding armies, and the like. He knew that this was what was given and if he wanted to succeed he must complete it. Bowing to the king he left and on to his journey, even if his quest was not quite what he thought it should be.
After a day or two of travel along the winding but well used pathway through the forested lands between the castle and the northern mountains he was becoming close to the base of the northern mountains. Though Mike knew the way to the mountain pass, he had never actually used it before. He had passed by it many times with his father; it was still about a half days walk before he was to reach it. It was already midday and he wanted to reach the beginning of the pass by nightfall, though before he could quicken his quicken his speed a bright red blob about twenty-five yards off the road caught his eye eye.
Being fascinated by the red object he started to walk towards it. Venturing through the shrubs and trees off the main road he quickly found what had caught his attention. The red thing turned out to be a cone shaped hat that a fellow maybe only a few feet tall was wearing, though the most an astonishing part of it was that he had the appearance of a ninety year old man. Mike stepped out of the bushes he was standing behind and introduced himself as nicely as he could, hoping that the little old man would also introduce himself. Upon stepping out Mike could better see the little guy; he had long pointy ears, weathered wrinkly brown skin, also had and a big old white beard that covered every thing from the bottom of his nose to his chin, and that great hairy beard reached all the way down to his waste. To contrast the white beard and brown skin he was wearing a blue jacket and white pants, his pant legs were rolled up and he was soaking his feet in a small spring which came from the ground. The odd looking little fellow looked at him, paused, sighed and finally said his name was Yoba.
Mike stood there lost in thought wondering what exactly this “Yoba” fellow was, possibly a starved and sickly dwarf? He had the beard for it but, no. Hmmmm, maybe he was a very, very short elf? He had heard of those before, but it was not likely. Maybe he is a distant cousin to the old, wrinkly, green, mystic speaking, thing that his fried Luke was always talking about? Nah, that is even more absurd. He continued running through ideas like these but to no avail. Finally he said, so uh am human, are you? Yoba, frowned, with a cock-eyed expression and said, well by the Gods I don’t come from space if that is what you mean. I happen to be am a gome who form the looks of it appear to be a bit smarter than you because I know a gome when I see one.
Nervously, Mike replied, hah, hah well yes of course I knew that you were a gnome, I mean who would not know that , only an absolute fool would not know that. With a sheepish grin on his face he added, but, in the completely hypothetical situation where say someone did not know what a gnome was how might that person, that is hypothetically, describe them?
Well now began Yoba with a mocking tone of voice, that would depend on that is if ‘hypothetically’ you were not the sharpest knife in the drawer, and you knew the difference between a gnome and a gome. If I were a ‘gnome’ I would have a huge pile of treasure underground and guarding it. With pride in his voice, Yoba stated, and I unlike the group that I am so commonly confused with, am not so materialistic. Mumbling to himself Mike said, oh that is good to know but the creatures instead are poor natured. Wha? Who? You talking to me? Spouted out the gome. Ah, no I was not talking to you simply to myself said Mike with a big fake grin. With a very superficial and sweet voice Yoba stared again, anyways, now seeing that we are such good friends and all after the questions and such, would you mind helping me out of this pool, I just happen to be stuck. Yah see this is a magical pool and I can not get out. Mike, considered just leaving him there for a good second or two, but decided that no matter how grumpy the gome was he needed help. Ok, I will give you a hand said Mike and with that he pulled Yoba out of the water. As he did Yoba was protesting for some reason and was starting to say something, though just as quickly as he could say it Mike had already stood him on his feet. Yoba in the same instant fell face first smashing into the ground. Oops, life draining pool stuff goes numb for got about that, said Mike with the slightest tone of laughter in his voice, my bad. Mike rolled Yoba onto his back and propped him up against a nearby tree. Now let’s try this again, you should be able to move something preferably your legs that way I can set you on your way and I can be on mine so come on now and try.
I don’t want to, grumbled Yoba.
Oh for the love of nature man! I will leave you here for the birds if you don’t try
I’m trying
Try harder
Nothing is happing
You can’t move?
I can’t move.
Try harder.
Does it count if I can move my tows?
Try your legs, not tows.
Ha, my right foot it just moved!
No it did not.
It didn’t?
No.
In a somewhat hopeful tone Yoba said, Oh, ok….Maybe I could try one of my arms.
Fine whatever try an arm
Hmm…I got some bad news
In a mocking tone of voice Mike said, wait, wait, let me guess….it does not work either?
Actually my right arm is responding, but not the hand.
Ok, then try the other arm
Oh that is strange…. Hey I have some more bad news the left arm is not working but the hand is.
Well that is not really so bad of news, it could be worse
Other than I am right handed
Oh, never mind that is actually bad news.
To Mike it seamed to him that if Yoba was out of the pool then the whole life draining pool process should be reversed but it actually appeared to be worsening. Well, said Mike sarcastically, as fun as this is playing ‘what body parts don’t work’ I kind of would like to be on my way will you get better on your own? Just as Mike had finished his sentence Yoba’s head flopped forward so that he was looking at the ground, kind of like he watching an ant or something. Oop, there goes the neck Yoba said mind propping it back up? As Mike did Yoba continued nope I will only get worse and something is else is bound to go next. Sighing Mike asked, Ok so how do we or that is I need to fix the paralysis because it gets worse. With a slight slur Yoba said, well to properly reverse the processes it takes some using fresh queensfoil.
You wouldn’t be carryin any queensfoil would you?
A queen’s boil? Do you really expect me to be carrying that with me? That is a little twisted.
Not a boil you fool, FOIL F-O-I-L!
Oh that makes way more since than a boil, you know you are hard to understand.
Glairing at Mike Yoba said, It’s the paralysis it is starting to slur my speech, did you not notice that or did you always thing I sounded like this?
Clearing his throat and trying to change the subject Mike quickly said, Right, so what’s this queensfoil any ways? Please don’t tell me that it actually some scraping or other from the body, I don’t have a stomach when it comes to those things.
Well, said Yoba, actually it plant with amazing revitalizing powers
Oh good, said Mike, a nice little green plant, what does it look like anyway?
What does it look like repeated Yoba? That is easy, it is about three feet tall by about two feet wide and bright green, leafs are fleshy to the touch, it is all around can’t miss it. In fact I see some a sort distance away I would point at it but, yah know, my arm is kind of….limp. Ok noodle arms, said Mike chuckling, think I see the plant that you are referring to I’ll be back as soon as I can.
Mike jogged off in to the woods and found the plant, he find he grabbed two leafs and retuned back to Yoba with in a few minutes. He outstretched his hand in a presenting sort of way and said proudly, there you are some queensfoil. Yoba looked at what Mike had in his hand and started smirking. Greatly irritated and Mike asked what was so funny. Well that what you are holding in your hand is not queensfoil but oak-stinging-ivy-flesh-eating-poison-nettle and it will leave a nasty rash if you don’t get it off your skin. With a look of horror on his face Mike dropped the leaves like they were hot potatoes. He quickly blurted out, what? The plant fit your description exactly, how could I of got it wrong? Yoba who was still smirking finally lost self-control and busted out laughing. Oh! That was great! You should have seen your face that was so funny! Man you are so gullible, you know that. Mikes face quickly tuned from concern to disgust, though Yoba continued to laugh so hard that he actually slipped off of the tree that he was leaning against and landed on the ground with a thud. Ha-Ha-Ha-I-am-laughing-my-guts-out-to said Mike in a very dry and sarcastic tone can we just get you back to normal, that is of one exists. After regaining control Yoba said you are a good sport yah know that? Ok, no more jokes, those leaves are actually queensfoil. Just give me a little in the hand that still works and I will eat it. Within moments of Yoba ingesting the plant he had stood up on his own and returned back to normal. You look better and I have done my part. I helped you now I really need to be on my way I already lost to much time. What? All by yourself asked Yoba. You need a travel buddy, for what ever you are doing. Which what are you doing out here anyways? I wanted to reach the base of the northern mountain by now because I wanted as much time as possible to cross over it, I am on a journey to receive a feather from the majestic flying pig which lives on the other side. Ooh that sounds like it is quite the adventure, that flying pig thing I have heard of it. Well seeing as you helped me I believe that I should help you, besides you need a traveling spud began Yoba. No! I mean, uh….really you don’t need to, said Mike trying to steady his voice after the accidental tone and choice of words. With a cheese grin on his face he continued, yep ok well I need to be on my way now, bye. With that Mike turned his back to Yoba and began to make his way back to the mane road. Though he had only made it a few steps when Yoba said, ya know there is a short cut that I can show you. Mike paused for a moment thinking about it but continued toward the road. Actually I have seen the flying pig and can be your guide to it, I can get you there in two days shouted Yoba and if you let me show you it could count as payback for you saving me, other wise I will simply follow you where ever you go until I can. Though Mike did not like the idea of Yoba being his guide, he even more disliked the idea that Yoba would follow him and probably never give him a moments rest until the day he died. To Yoba’s delight Mike turned around and made his way back. Standing in front of Yoba Mike said, ok you’re my guide only until we find the pig, deal? Deal.

Ok so this post is like a smattering of a few things, so to go in order I guess the oldest would be heathers and joseys birthday party, then it would be crystal and her house, followed by the valentine’s day party, and lastly me finding my old love for ‘extreme g’ which I now can give credit for the reason I dig techno.

The birthday party – so heather and I did another joined party and it was a little small but it was fun. We planned it out only about a week and the original idea was that I would be small and just be our old friends that we grew up with. Well that changed to people that we actually could get to come, which was a short list. I personally stated to panic because I had gone out and got a bunch of items for mixers and food and wanted people to show up to have a fun party. And when the day came only like 4 people and actually said that they would show up, so I started to call the people that I know from downtown and what do you know there was a party they all were going to same night and same time. Yah, guess which party won out….i was frazzled but in the end more people showed up that we had originally invited so It worked out. Plans never go exactly how you want them, but o-well.

Crystal and her house – Oh man, that has been a real stress maker. Well that is for crystal, the house has been flopping for one reason or another, from’ you will move in tomorrow’ to ‘you will not get the house’. And it would not be so bad except for the fact that mom, dad, heather, jared, Jason, dexter and I have put a good 40+ hours of work in to the damn thing(the 40 is from everyone’s hours together). From hole patching, texturing, priming, paining, carpet cleaning, insulating, mold removing, roof fixing, door replacements, drain corrections, fan/light fixture replacements, faucet replacement, and lots of lots of wall scrubbing and cleaning. So other than those few things, it would not be a big deal if the house did not go through, then we could write off all that as community service. But that would not be cool so we really all want it to go and stay as crystal house.

Most recently Jason and I painted the very small area of her laundry/mud room, the color that we were given to paint with was a very, very red color. The paint was thin and when It was wet it had a pink-ish tint to it and when it went on a white wall it looked more like were painting in blood. I am not joking it looked really bad, it probably did not help that the fumes were getting to us but there was some funny jokes frying about. Like ‘how many cats had to die, to make this bucket of blood, oops I mean paint’ or ‘well there was a really bad murder in this room we could not get the blood off so we just got paint that was close so we could paint over the top’ or my personal favorite was when mom and dad looked at it they just started laughing. Well after it dried and we put another coat over it it looked a lot better., it was not as murder victom-ish.

The valentines day party – I like to put up on lj all the times I go to a techno party and put down what happened and so forth. But this one actually sucked and was not that good, the only really memorable things were me trying to interact with others. Because there was not much going on I was talking to Nurse and telling stories and what not which eventually turned me to telling jokes. After I told her a few and could not think of anymore she said, ‘ok so I only know one, ‘what box does a penis come in?’ ’after a pause and I told her I did not know, she said ‘a vagina’ I really did not get it but out of kindness I laughed. Not only until the next day did I actually get it, I was like ‘oh…oh I get it, ‘cum’ not come, ha ha ha. that is funny’ I thought the delay and such was so funny I actually sent her a FB message telling her that I just got her joke.

The other funny thing that happened that night was a cute looking girl came over and gave me drink and introduced herself. Now in the setting and from her body language she wanted to talk to me, get to know me and wanted something else. She was cute but I did not want to offend her but I also did not want to go home with her. So I tried to make conversation with her, I did a quick scan of her outfit to get an idea of what to complement her on, because that is always a good idea right? So she was wearing high heels, red tights with black fishnets over the top, black little skirt, and a top with vest. So I picked out the best thing and said, ‘Red tights’. That was it not I love your tights or those tights make you sexy or anything, just ‘red tights’. Oh yah, I am always smooth, what I said is comparable to walking up to someone and saying ‘white shirt’. Well needless to say the conversation went downhill from there and fast.

Extreme-G – I totally forgot all about this game, until today was listening to music that struck a chord in my memory of one of the soundtracks. The entire game was set to techno music and it was all really fun to play the game to. I loved it racing about on a stupidly fast, futuristic motorcycle on physically unbuildable race tracks shooting rockets at other players and all while listening to techno music. It was great I played so many hours on the N64 game, oh how I loved it. And really until today I forgot about it, so I started to google videos on it, so probably for like half an hour I was watching videos that people had put up of the game. That is when I decided that that is really where I must have had my love of techno come from, playing that game had planted that seed. I never even thought of it until today, but I was happy that I make the connection. Though it is lame I thought it was cool to figure it out, it is not every day you can point at something or someone that planted a seed in your life when it has grown to something much larger.

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Current Music: Digally Imp. - Hard Dance

Well this does not the happiest post that I have put up but I would still like to mark down all the same, last night someone hit and killed Caesar. We had heather, jared, crystal, dexter and jason over for dinner it was all a good evening, until when heather and left in her car. Heather called mom and told her that she had seen a black dog lying on the side of the road. Mom in turn told us, (me, Jason and dad) and we went out to see if it was him, it was. So today me and dad went out and dug a hold and buried him. I am sad because I liked Caesar he was my buddy and he was always so happy. All you had to do was say his name and look at him and his tail would start to wag. Well all the same he is gone, funny how life woks that way, they are there one day and gone the next.

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Well I have had extra time and I have spending it finally being able to catch up with some movies that I have wanted to watch and also to see some anime series. Ah it has been great, some of the shows I watched were really good so I just wanted to up a few of my thoughts and feelings about them.

Well first off I watched a movie that was called “Shinobi: Heart Under Blade”, the description that was given on Netflix was, ‘X-men meets Romeo and Juliet ’. So there was a love story mixed in with fighting scenes, in short the story line is that there are two rival ninja clans and for the past 400 years there has been hostilities. Though there are two people who are in love but from different clans, they desire to be married but cannot due to their different families. In the end after warring of the two clans and killing of each of the greatest warriors it comes down to the two lovers, self sacrifice and love comes in at the end for a sad ending.

I really enjoyed it and thought it was a great story with good acting and was a clean cut film. A few days later I discovered an anime series called ‘Basilisk’, it was actually the same story but was made into 24 episodes. Which then lead to my discovery that the movie and the series was all based off a series by Masaki Segawa. The movie and series was great, it was awesome to watch the series and have more background on the characters, oh and it was all in anime so I was just as happy as I could be.

I also watched a series called “Gunslinger Girl”, what I thought was originally going to be anime girls going about and killing bad guys turned out to be a series that was actually more touching. In short the female characters are little girls with ages that range from 8 to 13, each had a life treating problem, the government stepped in and cured them with cybernetic bodies. Now that the girls are mind wiped and trained to be assassins, each girl is given a ‘handler’ that is someone who is always with them and trains them. What makes the series special for me was that the girls were not drones or just mindless robots, they were still little girls in their adolescence. The girls treated their handlers as their parents and cared deeply for them, they were most happy when they could be with their handler/guardian. There were times in the series when the only thing the girls wanted was to be hugged and told that their guardian was proud of them. That is what got me, I am a tender-heart and there were times when I was upset with some of the male characters when they just ignored their charges, especially when the girls only wanted acceptance. Now I know that it was not real life and it was just an anime series, but I loved the story and how it brought me along. Whoever wrote the series had to of had children of their own, though I don’t have any of my own all I could think of was my niece and how she enjoys life and loves her family and desires to be around them. Maybe that is it or it is just my man-time-of-the-month so I was on emotional swings, either way it was a series I found special.

I also recently watched the original ‘ghost in a shell’, it was a really a great sci-fi movie, the story reminded me of the movie blade runner. The movie made you think and ponder the questions that were arising in the movie. Though the ghost movie was done a while ago it still looked good, and it had this gritty feeling in it that helped to convey dark story and the mystery behind it. The animation great, the characters were done well, and a city with a great background with a story that kept me watching. Well I thought that was the only one, but I was wrong there are few more the one that I just watched last night/this mooring, Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex: The Laughing Man, was amazing the whole movie was nearly three hours long. The story was so intense and fast paced I think that I might have to watch it again to catch all that happened. Because I was a newer movie the animation was killer, each character stayed true to their form and only deepened their personalities. But aside from all of the eye candy, oh the story oh was that great. It just kept moving, there were mysteries of who people were and what their real actions were. “Who is the laughing man?” This is what you are trying to find out, but it looks like there are many, or was it just one? Oh that was killing me, when I thought the answer had been given I was surprised to find out that there was still a whole hour left of the movie. In short it was awesome and a real treat to watch and enjoy. That and a question that is asked at the end of the movie still sticks, maybe because it was just a few hours ago but all the same the question was: ‘what do you call the phenomena where copies have been made of the original but there never really was an original?’

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Current Music: Hime Murasaki

Well really my thanks giving started kind of the night before, I was going to spend some time with Jeremy Bunch but when I got to the Forey’s house where I he should have been I was told that he just called and was not able to make it. Well since Jason is for the moment staying at Chris and Calebs, I just picked up Jason and we went driving. It ranged from Notus, to New Plemith, to pretty much West of Idaho without going into Oregon. After that got boring and noting was discovered we headed back to boise were we ended up after some trouble to get Jason some food at burger king, and stopped at Ali Bibbas. The hookah was like eleven dollars, but I kind of cared but not so much because I did not pay for it. Well long story short I was home about one in the morning,nearly two, when I got a text from April Farlow saying that they had a foot ball game that their church was doing in the mooring. Well I don’t get out much so I decided to go for it.
It was not quite what I was use to for football, they had some rules that were not quite described when we stated and because it was seven-on-seven there was not a line and really anyone would just run out and try and catch the ball. But it was fun, it was bloody cold in the mooring it was like then degrees, though I think that it turned into a balmy eighteen degrees later in the day. In the end I got a sore back, shoulder, managed to shred my left hand in the ice/snow shards, sprained left and right wrist.
Later that day we had company come over for dinner, but what made it different was we had someone over that we had never met before. Crystals new roommate, Lexie, father had lost his job so we decided to invite them over. It was different but it was fun, grandpa and grandma had arrived the day before so they were also over for dinner. There was lots of food, two turkeys, bread, stuffing, shrimp cocktails, salad, and crystal had brought two different deserts: a cake and a pie. After eating copious amounts of food, we sat around talked and tried to work off all the food that we ate. All in all it was a good thanks giving and one to remember, and that I will be trying to work off for the next few days.

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