A very, very much needed update to my profile has taken place! After letting it slide for 3 months or more, I think it was about time.

Doh! I thought I put this update about two days ago, but apparently it didn't take. Teach me for not checking.

Anyway, if anyone wonders why I haven't updated in about a month, I had my family stop by from out of town.. and then they didn't want to leave Tried to find a job here and everything. Unfortunatly this meant staying at my place. Unfortunatly, my place is one room in size. Unfortunatly, they're nosey as hell. Soooooo.. yep . No -real- net access at all. I have a lot of catching up to do. Thank God and Greyhound (or in this case, Jet Blue) they're gone, though. lol. I wouldn't have minded if they had moved to the city but NOT MY ROOM!

Finally, I got a new job pulling the graveyard shift testing games. Yep. I get to be up all night testing games. Which really, truely is work, not playing games damn it! However, the hours worth of breaks spread over the night are spent dedicated to Samauri Showdown and Soul Caliber II. I wish they had DoA, but hey, SCII is growing o me. Maxi and Spawn rule, though I prefer taking Spawn because the guy's name of Maxi is SO easy to make fun of.

So that's it for me, for now. This better take. I hate re-writing these things damn it.

Man, you see the most interesting people on the bus. Normally you see homeless people that have.. problems. It gets pretty common.

However, today, I ran into something entirely different. This old guy, probably in his late 60s or early 70s, is doing a serious work out and hops on the bus. He's dressed like Bayman's alternate outfit from Dead or Alive (I think it's Bayman.. it's the Russian), with military and karate tatoos. He's got on at least a $200 pair of sunglasses and even has the Bayman haircut, so I'm all thinking he's just one tough old guy.

Then he starts working out on the bus hand rails. Err.. OK. This is followed by sitting backwards, like a monkey, in the seats. Now that's a little scary, esp. since i notice a bigass pair of scissors in his pocket.

After a bit I decide he might just be eccentric and really into his workout. That's when he starts cleaning up the trash on the bus, ending with a cup of coke. Here's where I realized he was definitely, certifiably nuts - after using the Coke for a trashcan to put it all in, he jams the straw in and TRIES TO DRINK THE TRASH!

A minute later he strikes up a conversation with a nearby passanger. This consists of him making sounds similar to that of Chewbacca, while he now works out like the bus was a jungle gym. The sad part is he's both really graceful and REALLY in shape. I have a feeling this guy was one tough SOB before he lost his mind, and that the tatoos proclaiming karate championships probably wern't lying. The worst part is, unlike most people with mental disorders, this guy continues working out heavily and is carrying a weapon... while he never did anything hostile to anyone (aside from walking on the seats while kind of swinging and stepping around the polls for a while, which freaked people out), it's still a concern.

It gave me an idea to write a short story though. I mean, everyone needs the "bizzare teacher" myth in bad martial arts stories - this guy's just over the top enough to be a great fictional sensei, don't you think?

Wow, talk about an insane night. This'll be a long entry, so hunker down and get a snack.

First out of the blue I am invited to a Black Heart Procession contest by a really talented artist that I think might have an interest in me.. she seems like a really nice person and it'd be a lot of fun to get to know her. Anyway, that part is fine, and after the concert I went to McDonalds then started for the subway home.

While sitting on the bench sipping my remaining Powerade, I notice a guy sitting next to me rolling joints, selling them, and muttering "I'm so high.. I'm so high.." over and over to himself in the off-time. Figuring I didn't want to be seen near the guy, I stood up and noticed a sign about not drinking on the subway, or facing a $250 fine. Well I figure the train'll be there in a bit, so locate a trashcan on the other side of the pillar.

It is here all hell breaks loose. On my way to the trashcan, three cops whistle me over, and start berrating me pretty bad. Then I figure out it's because I am holding a drink in my hand, and they claim it's illegal to drink on the station. I apologize and go to throw it out, but no so fast - they'll let me off without a ticket if I (fill in the blank here.) Everything from reading the sign in Spanish backwards when I said I couldn't speak Spanish to making me repeat the words slowly like a retard for their massive amusement. Then they decide to give me the ticket anyway.

Next up, while they are sitting me down to get my info, they begin harassing a couple of punk kids, REALLY wanting to pick on them, and tried to scare them into saying they knew me "It's illegal to lie to an officer! You could spend the night in jail!" crap. Well after they eventually had to let them go, they want my ID. I go for my wallet, and they act like I have a weapon, and take it for me. When I get it back, I discover later, it's missing the $15 I had.

So they make me miss a train for - their words, not mine - the fact they wanted to make my life harder. Finally a train comes, the last one out, and they have to get on it too so they decide to finish the ticket there. Once I am onboard the train, they decide to attempt to arrest me for being on a train without a ticket!! After they made me get on it! Fortunatly I had one since I was going for a train anyway. Disappointed, they find a new target - a group of like 10 people try to get on the train, but one has lost his ticket. Noone's checking the tickets, but he does the right thing and offers the police $10 to get a ticket at the next stop to make up for it. Their responce? They shove him off, and wave "bye bye" and make stupid faces at him as he's left stranded in Hollywood.

They try to then say I have a fake ID because I didn't know what weight was on the licenese or how much I weigh. They eventually drop that, and leave me with the ticket.

Now, because they make me miss my stop writing it, I wind up way past the right stop and wind up in Chinatown at like 2AM so go to crash with my friend in Sierra Madre. After some trains and winding up in very.. bad parts of town, I get a taxi and get over there. The last ATM withdraw I did in Pasadenda after I was robbed by LA's finest was $2 short, so I go to the bank to get money to pay him. I get my money, but it eats me card. Damn. I'll have to get it in the morning.. right?

Well in the morning I find out, unlike my bank which apparently has common sense, they have found some Federal Law that means they can't give my card back despite the fact they ACKNOWLEDGE TO MY FACE it's a broken ATM machine! As they take my credit card which I desperately need being out of work to destroy it, they happily ask if I want to file a maintence report against the ATM.

So I made it home, and had to call home to get my rent. That's a story in and of itsself, that I won't bore you with. If I had JUST MADE IT HOME after the concert, I would have said it was a really good night. As is, all I can say is mega-WTF!! I have to admit my already low opinion of the LAPD dropped to a bottom right then weather it's right or wrong.

Dare I say it's been the best weekend ever? I mean.. I've had tons of major stuff go down that has all run smoothly in other weekends, I've had tons of fun for a week straight at times.. but.. no, this is the best weekend ever.

Aside from the fact I got to hang out and get my ass beat at chess steadily by Angust, eat really good veggie sandwhiches and solved my writer's block, I dare say it's the first time in a while where I have really been HAPPY in a long time. Not so much dulled pain or shared pain, but outright happiness.

The ironic part is I don't attribute it at all the event I thought I would, though all the bad thoughts in my head are purged and wiped out now. I mean I've got problems.. more than a few.. and I have one really big regret going in my head (related to drinking so much I could barely feel my limbs), but.. I actually feel like smiling again.. and have been.

Wow, I'm actually updating my journal again, hell has frozen over! Anyway, I put up a bunch of new pics, and actually organized them right.

Now I just need a job. Badly. Yesterday. Actually, no, last month. I missed my first bill payment the other day and I have a feeling things are just going to get worse from here.

I am so screwed.

Arrgh, damn it! I feel like such an asshole. Somebody I know on-line went AFK for a few minutes because something was up, but I didn't think it was bad.. so I went in the other room for a minute, and wandered out a minute after they logged off, and it -was- bad and now I can't get ahold of them.

The one somebody needs me, and I'm not there. God, I feel sorry right now.

"What's in Mexico?"
"Mexicans."
- The Wild Bunch

I'm saying this because.. next week, I'm going to Mexico for a weekend. I was hanging out with my really good friend, talking about our problems at 2 in the morning.. and we both decided we needed to do something. ANYTHING. And going to the worst dive in Mexico seems like just the thing.

It's got a reputation for being dangerous to be an American tourist at night that can't speak a single word of Spanish (Well, my friend knows how to swear like a sailor in Spanish, but that's it) in the bad parts down there, and.. well, I'd bet money it is. That's partially why I signed on. I've never taken a REAL risk in my life. I want to do something that says "I'm alive!" even if it's literally the last thing I do.

Though, I rather just have fun - and that's probably what will happen.

For those that wondered, my friend is fine, just was going through a LOT of stress at the moment and killed off the account.. and there was an accident with the bill paying so her phone got knocked off for a day. Normally I'd be sorry about all that, but since she's in one piece I'm happy. lol

Speaking of which, you ever have one of those days where you aren't thinking and -every- single thing you say to someone gets taken negatively and you get the impression they want to kill you? Well that wasn't today, today rocked for boring reasons I won't trouble everyone with, but a few days back.. I swear to God I pissed off a total stranger (on-line) that I meant to just say hi to. Doh!

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