postpost?
when was the last i regularly posted?
i have lots of time on my hands, i guess i should. i guess i haven't been in a bloggy mood lately. bloggity blog blog.
this summer is going to be chock full of activity. there's a bunch of shits i should also be moving on, like volunteer work, CPR classes and information gathering. wah. productivity should increase.
k bye journal.
well. apparently that tiny update was too 'lame'. XD so now i will passive aggressively post about every single tiny bit of life. including the chunky parts that contain the supreme annoyance of living at home after a 4.5 year absence.
Brunch at Hobees with people was fun. especially running around the park afterwards. playgrounds for miniature people are more fun (and you seem less creepy at my age) if you go there with friends. next time we should bring a frisbee. or some other similar juvenile game prop.
Tuesday, watching Hot Fuzz with carriebean, suz, marco and emily was nice. I was in a crumbly mood since i didn't have a chance to take my driver's test. which is a whole nother bag of crap in itself, which i will get to later. anyway, i made pork chops for dinner that kind of was a little fail, so i didn't have any of carrie's delicious-looking clam and anchovy pasta sauce. Apparently I'm not the only one who is naturally messy in the kitchen. I guess the musky flavor of anchovies (which i'm allergic to, hence the not partaking) would mix well with the sweet/sourness of a onion and tomato sauce. During the course of the evening i proposed a POT LUCK event. where everybody brings something they personally cooked. ahhahaa. marco seemed appalled at the idea. it was good to get out, see portion(s) of the old gang. My lady made an 'executive decision' and made me go, because i was having a crappy day.
Speaking of which: I had an appointment for a driver's license test Tuesday @ 11:30. i was ready. my pop, who was taking me, was not. He didn't know where he stuffed his vehicle registration in the car, and only had hella old proof of insurance papers. the damned people at the DMV needed them, and wouldn't let me take my test if i didn't have both to show. So we went to the godforsaken insurance office, got my dad's insurance agent to print out a new proof of insurance thing. by the time that we had finished that and got back to the DMV it was 12:30, i was standing in line for another 20 odd minutes and the bureaucrats wouldn't take me. or listen to my story. i guess i should have plead my case when i got there instead of just trying to obtain the crap and come back later. i suppose its kind of my fault seeing i didn't double check that my aging pater familias had everything in order, but jeez. he's supposed to have that crap in the car by law. and he wasn't even apologetic about the whole business. I was rather disappointed and wanted to be a four-wheeled punk, pick up emily and appear at carrie's... but twas not to be. i was pretty crushed and wanted to wallow at home instead, but Emily wouldn't let me.
Living at home with the family after such a while is. challenging. like some of my other friends who ended up returning to their parents' houses, i'm clashing regularly with my parental unit. i'm trying my darnedest to be a good son, cooperate and above all be patient, but my folks have been exercising their special ability to aggrivate me. the cherry on top is my mom challenging me to 'not get angry for a week' (which i utterly failed at) because i will need bedside manner that i've been deemed *not* to have.
raise your hand if you've seen me pissed at you?
i think i'm a pretty patient guy. enough about that.
Being back here in the bay area does have perks. the ability to spend time with emily is very nice. goodness knows how appreciative i am of the fact i can have her over for dinner, stroll around the mall with her occasionally, or just mull around doing nothing. although i don't feel the need to yell her name from the rooftops, she makes me happy in a mellow, poke some toast into a steaming cup of coffee kind of way. instead of a bounce off the wall, do cartwheels in grass kind of way. i wish we could spend more time together. she's still got school, i'm actually trying to get started studying for the MCAT before my utterly expensive class starts... blah blah blah.
OKAY.
now. i think that's enough blogging for a thursday night, don't you.
HA. HA. and HA.
i have lots of time on my hands, i guess i should. i guess i haven't been in a bloggy mood lately. bloggity blog blog.
this summer is going to be chock full of activity. there's a bunch of shits i should also be moving on, like volunteer work, CPR classes and information gathering. wah. productivity should increase.
k bye journal.
well. apparently that tiny update was too 'lame'. XD so now i will passive aggressively post about every single tiny bit of life. including the chunky parts that contain the supreme annoyance of living at home after a 4.5 year absence.
Brunch at Hobees with people was fun. especially running around the park afterwards. playgrounds for miniature people are more fun (and you seem less creepy at my age) if you go there with friends. next time we should bring a frisbee. or some other similar juvenile game prop.
Tuesday, watching Hot Fuzz with carriebean, suz, marco and emily was nice. I was in a crumbly mood since i didn't have a chance to take my driver's test. which is a whole nother bag of crap in itself, which i will get to later. anyway, i made pork chops for dinner that kind of was a little fail, so i didn't have any of carrie's delicious-looking clam and anchovy pasta sauce. Apparently I'm not the only one who is naturally messy in the kitchen. I guess the musky flavor of anchovies (which i'm allergic to, hence the not partaking) would mix well with the sweet/sourness of a onion and tomato sauce. During the course of the evening i proposed a POT LUCK event. where everybody brings something they personally cooked. ahhahaa. marco seemed appalled at the idea. it was good to get out, see portion(s) of the old gang. My lady made an 'executive decision' and made me go, because i was having a crappy day.
Speaking of which: I had an appointment for a driver's license test Tuesday @ 11:30. i was ready. my pop, who was taking me, was not. He didn't know where he stuffed his vehicle registration in the car, and only had hella old proof of insurance papers. the damned people at the DMV needed them, and wouldn't let me take my test if i didn't have both to show. So we went to the godforsaken insurance office, got my dad's insurance agent to print out a new proof of insurance thing. by the time that we had finished that and got back to the DMV it was 12:30, i was standing in line for another 20 odd minutes and the bureaucrats wouldn't take me. or listen to my story. i guess i should have plead my case when i got there instead of just trying to obtain the crap and come back later. i suppose its kind of my fault seeing i didn't double check that my aging pater familias had everything in order, but jeez. he's supposed to have that crap in the car by law. and he wasn't even apologetic about the whole business. I was rather disappointed and wanted to be a four-wheeled punk, pick up emily and appear at carrie's... but twas not to be. i was pretty crushed and wanted to wallow at home instead, but Emily wouldn't let me.
Living at home with the family after such a while is. challenging. like some of my other friends who ended up returning to their parents' houses, i'm clashing regularly with my parental unit. i'm trying my darnedest to be a good son, cooperate and above all be patient, but my folks have been exercising their special ability to aggrivate me. the cherry on top is my mom challenging me to 'not get angry for a week' (which i utterly failed at) because i will need bedside manner that i've been deemed *not* to have.
raise your hand if you've seen me pissed at you?
i think i'm a pretty patient guy. enough about that.
Being back here in the bay area does have perks. the ability to spend time with emily is very nice. goodness knows how appreciative i am of the fact i can have her over for dinner, stroll around the mall with her occasionally, or just mull around doing nothing. although i don't feel the need to yell her name from the rooftops, she makes me happy in a mellow, poke some toast into a steaming cup of coffee kind of way. instead of a bounce off the wall, do cartwheels in grass kind of way. i wish we could spend more time together. she's still got school, i'm actually trying to get started studying for the MCAT before my utterly expensive class starts... blah blah blah.
OKAY.
now. i think that's enough blogging for a thursday night, don't you.
HA. HA. and HA.