The lazier I get, the busier I get, it seems. Last night I went to bed around 4 am... and got out of bed around 3:30 pm. Geez. Inbetween falling alseep and waking up, NG dropped by and woke me up at 9:30. I didn't even think anything of it for a second when I first saw her because I was half dreaming. Then I fell asleep and woke up around 11 to snooze my alarm. Then after that I woke up and fell asleep maybe four more times before I thought I'd miss all the daylight.

Then came the meetings. Alyansa. PUSO welcome week. LOG retreat planning. It's nice to be doing something, but I wish I could keep a normal sleep schedule on top of that. We didn't finish tonight until past 2 am. Now it's 3:30 and GP and I came back to our place. Mel was sleeping and rolled off the couch onto the floor and was still sleeping. Meanwhile, our roommate watching soft-core porn on HBO. What a funny guy. He slept with lotion by his bed last night too... and was in the bathroom for about 45 minutes... makes you wonder... but I'd rather not think too much into it.

Tomorrow we set off on our retreat. I wish I had a little bit more sleep...

It's been damn near one whole month since I've moved in, and I just got my bed up today. That's just the mattress and the bunk frame. I still need to clean my bed sheets. At least I didn't have a busy summer...

I finally made an HSO planning meeting today, after missing the last three. Geez, three whole weeks? It was at Vanessa's place in Tustin. They have a real nice 3 bedroom house for only 1700. 1700!! The previous occupants even left a microwave, washer/dryer, and phatty ass side-by-side refrigerator there because they were too lazy to move them. Man, a side-by-side fridge would be friggin great here. Damn, I'd love to have a house right now. I really hate cranky neighbors. I was scared to go outside when I heard our downstairs neighbor. I didn't want her to make any comments about the noise. Crazy lady. For 3 hours we revised a one page letter and pondered a title to go with our HSO theme. It was fun "working" with those two.
- making sure the music isn't too "hip-hoppy" for Mel
- "abnormal" ankle bones
- going to Jack in the Box, then to Alberta's (closed) then Yoshi's (closed) and back to Jack, only to wait behind 5 cars that weren't there before
- flat feet on the table
- Morton's toe
- horchata to go
It's great when work doesn't feel like work.

My glasses are blurry.
The breeze comes in constantly from the window.
Only one light on.
Voices behind me.
And I just don't understand.

Life is so much more of what you don't know than what you do.

... I have a lot of life in me.

The more it seems like I'm not doing anything, the less time I have to myself. I'm still almost finished with the PUSO logo. Right after the first Friday Days vigil, I went home. I had to gas it up on the way because the fuel light came on. Five bucks, 2.5 gallons. Ridiculous. It was just enough to get me home from Cerritos with a little left in the tank. But not much. It didn't take long to remember why I hate going home in the summer. The heat. Even at night, I felt sticky, but it wasn't the humidity. I was sweating while the hot breeze came in through the window. Then the mosquitoes made it worse. Luckily, I was able to dodge further mosquito attacks for the majority of the rest of the weekend.

It was the same old same old at home. Sleep, eat, laugh with the siblings, avoid the parents, never leave the house, take 3 hour long naps, sit at the comp, sleep some more. I wish I got to talk to my sisters more, because I see them hardly 4 times a year, but they were doing their own thing. Probably sleeping too. I cut my borthers hair and gave him a nice mullet before fixing it. I cut some other funky stuff into his hair too. I guess that's one of the great things about having a little brother. I also made a deal with him that if I buy a new mouse (because his old one is breaking down) he would get me a big ass hard drive.

Sunday came and we went to church. My fuel light came on again. After mass we were going to visit my grandma's grave. I told my mom I needed gas, but she didn't listen to me and I made it there, but it was kind of crazy. It reminded me of a Seinfeld episode where Kramer tried to take a car he was test driving all the way to the limit before the gas ran out. When we left, my car was facing downhill and it took several starts to get it going because the gas tank is tilted so that your gas doesn't cut out when you go uphill--you can always coast going downhill. I was amazed we made it back. I was kind of surprised that I only tanked up 14.5 gallons though. Sometimes the light doesn't come on until I've used up almost 16 gallons. I practically slept the rest of the day away until it was 10:30 and I had dinner. The leaving ritual was the same too. Parents stall me, the heat got to me, I got lazy/sleepy, mom packs too much food for me that I have to refuse it, grade talk comes up... it was good to escape that Inland Valley heat. I dropped by Lauren and Adam's place to get our old house's deposit refund check signed. Malcolm (the cat) didn't forget me yet... I think. What a funny cat. Their stupid sprinklers flood the sidewalk though. I thought I learned the first time to walk on the grass hill, but I guess I'll get it by the next time.

Today I had a lot planned, but none of it really worked out, so I just helped out with the LOG/PUSO mailers and worked out. Our downstairs neighbor wrote yet another letter about the noise. It's so DAMN stressful having to deal with cranky neighbors. Is it right for her to complain even though she knows the floor isn't the best at keeping the sound out and we're already walking on eggshells in here? She even complains about late showers, even though it only happens maybe twice or three times a month. Geez. This sucks. There isn't much more we can do to please her besides going to a lights-off schedule at 11 pm. Ridiculous.

3:19... early lights out. For me at least.

Damn mosquitos.