Newfound Admiration...
...For my sister, I have. She is awesome. And I've really seen her change and grow up, and how much she has matured. I know I hate ambiguity, so forgive me, but the things she has handled in her life, I had never thought it would be possible she could. You're awesome, sister!!!

Under attack
A pimple attack that is... I've been trying to figure out over the past 2 1/2 weeks or so why I've been breaking out so much lately. This week, I've been graced w/ the presence of two large pimples in the region of my visage where my nose resides. They're so gross...blech...I hate'm. Why does everything your body do, in order to make you better, have to have such a gross and nasty process. Yeah zits and stuff like that is your body's way of reacting to dirt that's under your skin, so it pushes it out...but does it have to get all red and big and crazy to do so? Can't it just do it quietly and whisper, "there you go dirt...go on....go away...that's it, good dirt." But no, it's more like this, "GET OUT DIRT, I'M GONNA MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL!!! EVERYBODY WAKE UP!!! WE GOT DIRT IN THE HOUSE!!!" Those bullies.

I am the stuffed animal that got washed, and just got taken out of the drier...

Black n Blue
I feel like I just got back from the front lines of a war or something...My left eye really hurts. Like someone poked me repeatedly over and over and over. My legs are sore from moving sister's stuff all weekend. My fingers are cut up, from I dont' even know what. I have a couple bites...probably from Lan's cat on saturday...and to top it all off, I'm already exhausted AND my sister told me this morning(her and the fam crashed at my apt) that it looked like someone punched me in the face...and it's only MONDAY!!! sheesh. Talk about you're walking wounded.

Random fact of the day
The word 'parsec,' which is a measure of distance equivalent to 3.26 light years, is an abbreviation for "parallax second"

Appreciation for the day
-Friends who help out all day for MacDonalds and Pizza
-Lunches for the week

"Learn to understand first, and to be understood second."

Clown feet
I hate my shoes right now...everytime I've been walking around, I've almost tripped...stupid Champions...I think I said this already for some reason...feels like Deja Blog. Anyway, I had to get them a lil bigger than normal because otherwise, they'd be too narrow for my wide, flat, feet. Argh...now I almost fall whenever I get a drink of water or go to the restroom...thank goodness no one sees when it happens...but that's only a matter of time...

It's definitely Friday...
And my brain decided to shut down early. Check this out:
Since the day was slowly approaching it's end, mind you this happened only a few moments ago...anyway, I decide to wash my cup, cuz I have a big ass one that I drink water out of all day. So I go to the minikitchen w/ the sink(we also have a huge one in the lunch room, but this is like OUR kitchen) and I was using that lil shower type thing that's attached to the faucet, you know what I'm talking about? Yeah, that thing...anyway, I'm washing the cup and so I was doing it w/ the cup sideways and spraying the shower thingy in to the cup, laterally when I move the cup to empty out the water, not realizing I still have the shower thingy button still depressed, and totally wet myself!!! Talk about your brain farts...I was even thinking to myself for a second, what's going on here? And I laughed to myself at how wet I was...I had to go to the bathroom and dry myself under the hand dryer thingies...it's DEFINITELY Friday...

Man down, errr men down...
More surprise layoffs today...Over the past 24 hours it has been Ben Baginski, Ken Baldwin, and now Daniel Chen...one of the last of the remaining consultants. There exist now, 0 consultants and shifts are going crazy now. Sucks man, it really does. It's so sad to see peopel who were SOOO nice to me and always helped me out leaving the office...saying goodbye, trying to look as if it doesn't, because it has to, even if just a little. How sad...Looks like my chances of being hired here permanently are looking more bleak as each day passes.... Really gotta get hired somewhere, before they decide cheap labor isn't what they want either...

I am a bird hiding from the storm...

Irritated
I was happy to hear yesterday on my way home from work that my dad had been transferred to another rehab facility, a lil closer to home. Mom and sister weren't there yet, so I expected a call later on after they had seen the place. Later that evening, I get the call from an irritated sister..

"So, how was it?"
"Dude, the place is a shit-hole!"
"What?"
"It's overcrowded and understaffed. I don't want him to be here."
"Shit, are you serious?!?"
"Yeah, we're trying to get him into his own room, or at least a double, I just wish he could go home already"
"Yeah, me too...."
-end of conversation

Why even let someone into a facility that's overcrowded and understaffed, and yes...I know...there ARE reasons...but put YOUR dad in that place and see if the opinion still stands...cuz it doesn't for me. FUCK...I hate all this shit man... I'm trapped in that box again... Well, I can only do what I can...so that's what I will do.

"When making your choice in life, do not neglect to live."
-Samuel Johnson

Time's a tickin
Why is it that there is NEVER enough time to do all the things you plan to do? Maybe it's just bad organization on my part, but do exist factors beyond my control...such as the day only being 24 hours long. Actually, I think if I didn't need as much sleep, then that would prove to be far more productive. And it's not just me...everyone feels that way, there's never enough time...Jay Leno has mastered the art of REM sleep, acquiring getting the 2 hours of REM sleep the body needs and gets during an 8 hour night of sleep. I'm going to start looking into this...mastering this art... Cuz throughout the night, we actually only get an hour or two of GOOD sleep...not counting all the times it's disrupted because of tossing and turning, late night phone calls...etc. That is my new mission...

Appreciation for the day
10 minute conversations w/ your BEST friend...

I just lost a blog...And I won't write it again. To the those words who were needlessly slain...a moment of silence...freakin information superhighway

News Flash

(Reuters) -- A major hurricane could swamp downtown New Orleans in catastrophic flooding, the head of a global environment watchdog said on Wednesday, even as a tropical storm churned south of the city.

We are destroying our world... this catastrophic flooding will be the cause of rising sea levels due to global warming...which was brought on by us. Why we continue to eradicate the future for our children is beyond me. I guess its the selfish nature of people that brings on such irreparable damage. Ironic, isn't it, that when these problems came about, it was due to technology making new advances and moving forward...but now, we're in a sense trying to create technology to move backward, or to fix, what we've already messed up!!! I only hope we have not caused so much damage that our children suffer needlessly...

Tied behind my back
My hands, they're tied behind my back...I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do...I'm helpless...They won't accept my reasoning...I'm struggling and I'm struggling,
doing all I can do, providing everything short of a miracle. I'm so exhausted...I have to accept what they tell me...I can't MAKE them see...

Prayer for the day
Help to those that need it...
Love to those that lack it...
And hope for those in despair...

I am my dad's theraputty...

Black and Blue
Yet more evidence that I am really gettin older...
I had a game last night, and was utterly exhausted...why? Because I probably had too many carbs for dinner...too big of a meal, if a number 2 w/ extra spread from In n Out is considered big. Well, it IS now, before it wasn't. Before I could eat whatever I wanted and do anything and not be the least bit affected. Now, I eat a cheeseburger and fries before a game, and I feel weighed down...goodness. So first, I had to get used to stretching for a while before strenuous activity, now it's watch what I eat before activity? Not tom ention I took a hit from a 200 plus pounder last night...felt like I got hit in the face by a mack truck! OUCH! I used to be able to handle hits like that, no plem. I woke up this morning feeling like I got my ass kicked in a barfight. Goodness... What happened to invincible Jay? Guess he wasn't so invincible and now the kriptonite of time has taken its toll. Well, at least w/ age comes with wisdom, right?

"Close your eyes and visualize the goal ahead...open your eyes and move towards it.."

The passing of the torch
News has just reached me, albeit late, that Paul Sunderland will now be the Lakers play-by-play announcer...the new voice of the Lakers. I thought I'd never be able to listen to another person make the play-by-play for the lakers, but life goes on... From Chick to Paul...may the legacy continue, we love you Chick...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Vices
My thoughts have been confirmed several times, not only throughout the course of my life, but already several times today, that there is just plain evil out there. Why oh why, do we do things we KNOW are not good for us? Why are we tempted? Because it would be too easy if there was nothing to try to deter you from reaching the goal...the end. There is another force out there that is trying to prevent you from success... but on a lighter note...I think often times we are being just plain stupid...you know you don't react well to certain things...yet you do it anyway...strange creatures, are we not?

Delusional
Is it possible to be completely delusional about a given situation? I mean, can you really just fabricate out of nothing a series of actual factuals that you THINK have some sort of foundation? Or is there an actual foundation upon which to base such knowledge? I am beginning to lean towards the side that in certain events, one can in fact, conjure up things that aren't really true. It's the mirage phenomenon...you want something, and poof! There it is, right before your very eyes... Damn mirages...

I am the loose string sticking out of my sweater that I cannot pull...

Down in the dumps
I thought about something briefly that kinda made me sad...and then I got into the whole rut thang. I've talked to other people lately and read also about people that are down in the dumps... And I started to wonder, what is it in our nature that when things go wrong, that we sulk. It almost seems as though it's inherent...a period of wallowing in self-pity and attacking our own self-esteem. As if the rest of the world didn't do enough to try to attack it already, showing us what we should look like, how much we should make, what we should have, what would make us happy, etc... and now, we are doing it OURSELVES??? That freakin sucks. We all do it...some are just better at it than others... it's funny...we all know we shouldn't do that...but we do it anyway... it's just scary cuz it's possible to get stuck in that lil world of wallowing. Oh well...

"Remember not the mistakes in your life, rather, the lessons learned."

I am the 1977 penny outside on the pavement...

Red Bull
Ever feel like you're the perfect candidate for one of those red bull commercials? Sluggish, and tired, dadadadada... Where do those happy bappy peopel get their endless supply of energy from? Because I consider myself somewhat a happy bappy person...but I think I'm only somewhat a happy bappy person because I have a liimited supply of energy...man if there were some like energy drink...and I'm not talking about those bullshit energy drinks you take when you're working out or something...but one that was kinda like...gummybear juice...I'd be on it.
Cuz I am tired of always being tired...I wish I could just keep going and do eveyrthing that need be done. I wish I could just perpetually energetic, but hey, don't we all?

Focus
The time for bitching and moaning about how tired I am and have little time to do anything else because I'm home all the time must come to its demise...NOW. I only have 33 days before my big exam and need to cut the bullshit and just get down and study my ass off. So after a birthday dinner I must go to this evening, and aside from any engagements set prior to today, AND if I can get out of them, I will...barring the occational chit chat and of course, work...I must close myself out to the rest of the world and study study study. Into the batcave...see you all in 34 days(Do the math).

Enlightenment
It's so great when you realize one of your many purposes for being here, for being created. Because there IS a plan for us, and it's awesome when you get clued in on part of it. That's what happened to me the other day...I came to terms, well, that's not really a good description, hmmm....I was graced with a moment of clarity of my purpose in life. My own lil part that I was put here to play, and I think I found out what one of those roles was. And it's funny because it's something I always did...I just never realized that it was always happening to me, because that's what I'm here for... (excuse the ambiguity) anyway...there's to enlightenment...

I'm tired today...but there's still stuff I think I want to talk about...let's see...tomorrow, I will discuss some of my other thoughts...

Appreciations for the day
1. Unsolicited Compliments
2. Friends willing to take on other friends' burdens
3. Emergeny lunches in my desk drawer

"The difference in our lives is discerning the difference between how we want things to be and how things really are..."

I am a fruit fly, in it's 22nd hour of life...

Temptation
Temptation is a bitch, in every application, especially with shopping. I love shopping, and I hate it... Everytime I'm supposed to buy something specific, I end up getting things I wasn't totally looking for and not finding the specific thing that I wanted to find! What kind of sick joke is this? Soooooo, today, after lunch, I decided to do a lil bit of shopping for my niece(who turns TWO tomorrow! YAY!!!). And naturally you get tempted to buy everything you see that isn't on your list, much like grocery shopping. HOw often do you REALLY buy ONLY what is on that list you write down? So.....I end up getting two pairs of shoes and no gift...what a howlie I am...he he he Well after work or sometime tomorrow afternoon, I suppose I will hit yet another store to see what I can get for my lil bundle of joy...

Well, I'm off for an evening of some much needed rest, relaxation, and some "Ocean's Eleven," barring some urgently needed favors or emergencies...

"To see the full effect of joy, one must have someone to divide it with"
-Mark Twain

Achille's heel...
Everyone has a weakness when it comes to being attracted to people. I have discovered mine...the way a woman smells...like perfume or whatever sweet lotion they're wearing. I got into the elevator after lunch and noticed the sweet sweet aroma...a woman had just ridden in the elevator before me... It is sooooo pleasant...so soothing, my nose just goes, aaaaahhhhhhh... And I'm big on smells too...so when a woman smells as awesome as she usually does...BAM! Double whammie...and I'm in "Heaven...."

I am the bubblegum, stuck to your shoe...

Weirdosity
Dude, I had a dream last night that was totally weird, but I don't remember any specifics at all...except that it was...totally weird. I think that's such a crazy feeling, when you KNOW that something weird happened in your dream, yet you can't remember it for the life of you...hmmm... You think that it's possible that nothing at all happened in your dream and you just feel like that when you get up? Cuz how can you feel weird when you're not sure what happened? Maybe it's BECAUSE you're not sure what happened that's making you feel weird. This is crazy...it's making me feel weird...ha ha ha.

Rolling w/ the punches
Man, do the Detroit Lions suck...but I'm still a fan...and that's how you know when someone is a fan...because they have to ride out the storms...even if the storm is a 1 win 15 loss season, followed by a 0 and 2 start. These Lions need some new management...it's irritating...if your hand is causing you to do wrong...cut it off!!! He sucks...indecisive and definitely not a motivating factor for the team. Go LIONS!!! Good luck vs Green Bay this week...we'll need it!

"When making your choice in life, do not neglect to live."
-Samuel Johnson

"Man Found Dead in Apparent Suicide

A man died in his South Berkeley home late Sunday after shooting himself in an apparent suicide,
investigators said yesterday. Emery El-Refai, 24, was found at 11:38 p.m. on the 2300 block of Russell Street by police and his mother, said Berkeley police Inspector Arnold Lui. El-Refai shot himself in the chest with a shotgun earlier that night, Lui said. Lui said the man's mother had just come from Southern California to check on him because she had not heard from her son in almost a week. The positioning of the shotgun and presence of a suicide note led police to conclude El-Refai took his own life.
— Nate Tabak"

-a moment of silence...Emery...may you rest in peace

It's crazy to see how things get...like I said...other people have it worse...and poor Emery maybe had no one to turn to...I remember when he came into our apartment a couple years back...you would never have imagined this to happen later on...I pray that all people who feel alone find comfort...

Trapped
I feel as though I am caged in a glass box, and all I can do is watch everything happening around me. All the sadness, the crying, the cursing, the anger...and I can't do anything about it. And it's not the glass cage that keeps me in, because it doesn't really exist, there really is nothing I can do...except be there. I know it's a test...and I am getting through...and I know I question whether or not I have enough strength...but that's just how I feel..right now. Bigger picture? I know I'll get through it...but that doesn't relieve any of the pain I feel in my heart...so...here's to breaking out of the cell...

I hate itchy backs....I wish that My arm was like 6 inches longer so I wouldn't have to find a pen or something to scratch it when it itches. I wish I could forever carry around one of those back scratcher thingies w/ the lil fingers on it...like on my waist w/ a sheath...like a sword. Then, I'd be hella cool...

I am Forrest Gump's pair of Nike running shoes...

When it rains...
...it freakin pours man. Argh is all I have to say. Argh to all this bullshit going on... Sometimes, I don't know if I am strong enough to get through such hard times...but hey, I HAVE to. So family stuff arises again...Pop can't go home, cuz he needs 24-hour supervision, so he has to go to a nursing-care facility, which my mom does not really like. I wish he could come home and be with his family...I know he wants to...so mom is looking for a good facility w/ Auntie Linda...thank God for auntie Linda. In addition, mom is getting sick because she is stressing out too much...she went to the doctor 2x already...so I'm trying to do anything and everything short of performing miracles to make sure she isn't to overburdened. To top it all off, another major family issue came up today during lunch...I don't know how much more my shoulders can bear. It's weird that we tell each other that some people have it worse, but does it count when those people that are having it worse are part your family? Because I feel all the pain and anguish of the rest of them...and if a miracle were to ever happen in my life, I'd need two right about now...

Eh, that's it for now...

"What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger..."
-Albert Camus

I am the lifeless, frozen poultry in your fridge...

Ignorance
I really do get irritated by igorant beings, it makes me sad...check this...

"I disagree with everyone that says, 'We don't need to go to war with Iraq.' I think we definitely need to go to war, and if innocent people die over there, then that's just too bad."
-Some idiot being interviewed for the nightly news the other day

If innocent people die over there, then that's too bad?!?!?!?!? What the FUCK kind of thing is that to say? I prayed for that man last night, because I hope and pray that NO ONE else would have the mind to say such a thing. This is the type of thinking that gets us all in this damn bloody mess in the first place. I mean, my God, to not care about people dying, just because it's so far away, that's such a shame. Peace people! Life People! Love People!!! Get with it...

Personality Conflicts
Just more evidence that there exists such a thing as personalities that just do not get along. Take my mom and my sister for example, the are ALWAYS going at it...not an hours' peace when it comes to the two of them interacting. I mean, even when the going gets rough they just cannot get along, and have to drag me in for the ride...it makes me sad, but I've accepted it. Just as there are other personality clashes within my world, I've decided that that's just the way things are, I guess. We don't have to like each other, but we have to love each other...kind of a weird paradox...huh?

The Return of Ballzy
Geez, how long ago was it that I talked about not being ballzy enough? Well the time has come again, and many a conversation has led me to believe that I am not ballzy enough and I need to be with a particular situation of mine...stay tuned....

Today's Deep Thought...
If you work on a lobster boat, sneaking up behind people and pinching them is probably a joke that gets old real fast.

Appreciation for the day
Friends who have extra food and bring it to your place for lunch...yummmmmmmmmm

"Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows."
-Henry David Thoreau

I am the spots you see all around if you cough too hard...

Just doing it
Someone told me the other night that they admired me b/c I never seem to do anything for myself...how I always do things for other people. Having difficulty accepting the compliment, I said, "Thank you," see, I'm working on it...and I was very flatterred. But is there such a thing as doing too MUCH for other people and not doing enough for yourself? I don't even know exactly what that means, but what if you get tired, and I mean physically tired(more like exhausted), of doing them...is it then your RIGHT to be selfish and do some stuff for yourself? But what if you're still needed? I guess that's why you pray to God for strength. Well, God, please...grant me the strength that i need to carry on... But I think it IS important to make sure you are okay before taking on the world...and a little @ a time is better than none...so take it where and when you can...

Get In Shape
I think I've been eating too much on our free lunches for training...goodness, and other than basketball, I haven't been working out consistently...I haven't even been able to do my 6-pack routine 3 times in one week yet...just once a week...i guess that's why it's always sore...it never gets a good workout. Speaking of working out and being in shape...I hate having Men's Fitness mags all around the apt...I'm always walking around and all of the sudden I'll stumble upon a mag w/ this freakin buff ass guy on the front page, saying, "Shooooot, don't you WISH you looked like this?" and I proceed to feel all fat and nasty...not totally fat...but definitly not good....so I read and become obsessive about looking good and feeling good...and then it stops being a "Shooooot, don't you WISH you looked like this?" type of thing whenever I see it lying on the ground but a, "DROP AND GIVE ME 100!!!" kind of thing....freakin Men's Fitness...

Strong enough
You know what's weird? This...
When you get sick, you're immune system fights and builds anti-bodies and crap like that to fight an ailment should it ever return...so basically you're body gets a little stronger to fight incoming sickness...but when you sprain or break something, why is it that it gets weaker? So it get's easier to hurt it again and again...that's whack...you'd think the outside of your body would be stronger w/ pain as the inside...oh well...

Appreciation for the day
-Friends who come over and watch FRIENDS and help you and your roomie clear the fridge of all unwanted alcohol...
-Friends who go out of their way to give you confidence
-E-mail
-Football Pools

"In life, there is but one road...experience."

I am a flag at half mast...

9/11
A moment of silence for all the lives lost a year ago in the most tragic event in our recent history...

Accepting reality
I am getting old...and I have to accept that. We had a game last night at 8:30...we won...by 43(Hell yeah baby...I had to add that in there just to brag a bit...he he he) and we stayed outside talking for about another hour. I went home and didn't sleep til about 11:30... Folks, when you're starting to get old, you can't play basketball, go to sleep kinda late and expect to wake up in time for work the next day! Well, I wasn't late, but ALMOST....and I'm still freakin tired as hell. Goodness...the body needs more and more rest as time passes...well rest from strenuous activity...or maybe I'm just not exercising often enough? Either way...I still need rest...cuz I'm getting old...

"Life is baseball...keep on swinging"

I am a child in the wake of a storm just passed...

It's been a long ass two weeks, perhaps the longest 2 weeks of my life...

Picture this...
I share this because this is life...

It's a Saturday afternoon and you've just had lunch w/ your family. You go to visit a couple friends who are in town for the weekend cuz you haven't seen them for quite a while. After a good couple of hours of hanging out, you recieve a phone call from a hysterical sibling telling you that something has happened to your dad..."You have to come HOME RIGHT NOW!!! Something happened to pop..." Immediately you rush to your car and drive mindlessly back home, and when you pull up...you see the Ambulance, in front of your house...and you think to yourself, "My God, what is going on here?!?!" The Ambulance is still at your house when you jump in the car w/ your sister and other family members...mom has already left w/ Auntie Crystal, so you head towards the hospital. You can't control the tears streaming down your face because you still don't even know what happened to 'pop,' and all that is running through your head is that the last thing you said to him as he was about to take a lil nap was, "Hey, I'll see you in a few hours..." You find out that he had a stroke and get to the hospital to meet w/ the rest of the family...unable to see clearly, and think clearly.

They finally let you in to see him, and he doesn't even know where he is...he can't really respond...but there are a few signs he knows what's going on...he has just sufferred a massive stroke to the left side of his brain. The doctor approaches and informs the family that we have the option to administer a developmental medicine that can either help him, or cause a fatal hemmorhage...and there are only two hours left to make the decision... Again, panic and confusion cloud your mind...and eventually the family decides no after a few phone calls to experts and the personal(usually not given) opinion by two doctors not to administer it to him. Too many people are in the ER lobby(you are so grateful for the support you are already getting from your loved ones) so you bring them home. They leave and you go back to the ER...he is stabilized and must be moved to another center...which will happen in an hour or so. Mom is tired and also sickly, so she must go home w/ little sister and family. So you stay with pop and go to the other hospital.

You are there alone...and over the next 7 hours go through what can be described only as a torturous trial. Other patients and families going through their own personal issues in the same room as you...an incident with the Insurance company, which was later resolved but not until the morning came. Lack of sleep, being alone w/ thoughts of possibilities and what ifs, desperate prayers...it's torture. Morning comes around and Mom and Auntie Crystal come back...with lil sister. You go back home with lil sister and try to get some rest...which is not at all possible, you manage two hours of sleep and get on with the day, forcing some food down and going back to the hospital.

It is a new day, and they begin to test him...he is on such a strong dose of sedatives(Adevan) that he is almost completely unresponsive, and the results of the morning CT scan show that there was additional bleeding to the stroke. So he will regress...you fight the tears and leave the room because you don't want him to see you crying. And it occurs to you, which is worse? The fact that the child has to see a parent like that? Their guardian, their protector, mentor, guide, strapped to a machine, not able to communicate to them, or tell them how scared you are at that moment? Or that the parent must experience having their child see them like that? Their little one, their young, their pride and joy, having to witness such a thing to happen, something that they would never have wanted you to see, their suffering. You have no idea...but you gather yourself together and go back into the room, because you have to carry your family through this experience.

Yet another day passes and he shows no improvement…and you HAVE to go back to work. So you try to deal with your own life as well as your family…and it’s hard, but you have the support of those who love you, who still call everyday to make sure you’re okay and that if you need anything, they’re there…a few days later, you hear that he’s improving…tremendously. He can now say a few words and is getting stronger and stronger each day…he has walked a few times and even sang a song…which brought tears to your eyes. Your friends have all gone to visit him or have sent a word of encouragement. They’ve prayed and prayed. And it’s worked…never underestimate the power of prayer, and the power of love. Things seem to be on their way to getting back to normal, he will get out within a few weeks, and your heart makes a great sigh, for an huge cloud has been lifted…and now you deal with the days ahead, but you are ever thankful for everything you have been graced with in your life, hundreds of loved ones who have shown you exactly how much they love you, a wonderful family, and second chances…

Picture it, and that’s what I’ve experienced over the past two weeks…

Trying to get back to normal
Things are slowly...at snail's pace, are getting back to normal. I'm curently training for one of our programs via web collaboration. I'm a guinea pig(spelling?) for the web collaboration. Basically, I'm all alone in this cold ass room on teleconference while the class is being taught downstairs in the training room. Sucks...it's so lonely in here... but it's pretty cool. I'm pretty much going through the class as if I was actually there, I can ask questions and broadcast my screen to the instructor if I need help. But I think it's a lil disadvantageous because I work with similar programs and I know the format of the coursenotes because I've helped put some of them together. But it's cool...a lil break from the norm.

My freakin traffic ticket finally came in...and I only have one word for taht....FUCK. $135 that I don't have...oh well...there are bigger fish to fry...so it turns out it doesn't bother me as much...I guess I deserved it...

Well, that's my update...

Appreciation for the week...
People

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.
-Syrus Publius