Yesterday I was driving Scott to the beach and turned up the music. Normally, I turn the music low so that he doesn't complain that he wants to hear this or that song, but this time, he just complained about everything. That song is annoying... That's so annoying... Oh man... too much goes into music to be simply heard and hated. Enough hate. I've become more appreciate of different kinds of music, but at the same time, more discriminatory in what I consider good music. Sometimes it takes a few listens. It's not enough to be heard. And it's not just the lyrics, or the instrumental. It's what drives the music that you have to listen for. Some people just don't see it that way.

Party up in here. And there. Non stop. This should be a year-round thing. Team No Milk/No Jake/No Joke/Green represent!

It all started with the orange juice. I went to the fridge to get some juice. Oh man, I was thirsty for some o.j. I started pouring it into my glass, but I noticed some tiny green specks in it. Figuring I was seeing things, I kept pouring. More green. I looked inside the bottle, and half gagged when I saw a thick layer of mold around the inside rim of the bottle. That was disappointing. I poured it all down the drain. Then all of a sudden I heard a sudden heavy walking up the stairs, so I ran to the door to see who was coming up, but I couldn't see. I held the lock instinctively, but the lock started turning despite my efforts. The person was forcing their way in somehow. I kept fighting it though, relocking the door before the person could open it.

Later I found myself at the Asian restaurant made from a converted apartment. A bunch of people were there from LOG, and strangely, Elwin and his sister Marlee from high school. We heard Francia and someone else were coming up, so we all decided to pretend to sleep in the living room area, right by the front door. Frank came in, got all flustered, and left. Elwin was the first to move. He wasn't waring a shirt, and had a huge red splotchy area on his back, but I didn't saw anything. They decided to leave after Frank left. I was the last one to leave. The man and his wife who owned the restaurant were saying something in a different language. I think they were talking to me.

I decided to drive around for a little bit. I ended up in some shopping center. I saw a boba place and started walking into it, but as it turns out, it was a bike shop. Martin was working there. I had my bike with me, and I've been meaning to get it fixed up for a while now, so I asked them to do the $100 tune-up special. I think it was Lisa Nguyen who was working there also... she started to write down all the components for my bike. I noticed some parts I didn't recognize, but didn't think much of it at the time. I sat down and Martin explained to me what exactly they would and wouldn't do. I figured some parts needed replacement, but I guessed that they would tell me and I would have the option to replace them for a reduced cost compared to fixing it alone. Satisfied, I went home.

Back in my room, I saw a bike similar to mine, but with a yellow and black frame instead of a red and black one. Plus, the front tire was missing. I looked in the walk-in closet (I have a walk-in closet?) and saw another two bike against the wall. There weren't any clothes in there for some reason. The first bike was customized with lowrider wheels and chrome. Then I realized it must have been Mel who customized the bikes.

Tired, I went to take a shower. Right before I jumped in, I saw something weird in the mirror. There was a massive growth coming off my lower back. It looked like it was attached only at the base of my spine and at the kidneys, but the main part of it looked like it could have weighed 100 pounds. I guess it looked like a hideous sideways mushroom. Then the thought came to my head that this thing was probably what was causing my sporadic backaches. Freaked out, I head to the hospital to get it checked out. I was checking in at the ER and the doctor diagnosed me right there. I thought that was odd... I never even stepped into an exam room and no tests were run. I forgot the name for the disease, but he started telling me all the drugs I'd have to take to cure myself. Two in the morning, two at night of this. Four a day of this. Two in the afternoon, two at night of this. More of this other one. I was confused, so we wrote them down in a day-by-day chart, but I was still confused, but figured it was the best explanation I'd get. Then he went over the prices of the drugs. He showed me the regular and insurance-covered prices of the drugs. Most of them were in the $100 range, but there was one antibiotic that was $9000. Nine thousand dollars. Holy crap. Then he showed me the after-insurance price, which was $1200. Where was I going to get that kind of money?

End scene.

Wake up.

strange growth off my back and kidneys... $9000 antibiotic

The summer party season is in full swing. Woohoo!

There's still plenty to keep me occupied, though it's real easy to forget all of it when you're bored.

Random thought: how do girls keep their hair out of their face when they swim?

Breathe.

Now go.

Enough leaving things unfinished...

They let me go.

No more tutoring J1 and J2. Damn, what a downer. That's $320 a month I'm out. On the upside, I got a peace pie as a parting gift. I really could have used a two weeks severance check. Their mom only told me today. I spent the whole session thinking of what I could do to make it through the summer without scrapping my freedom. My best guess is however forunate I've been this past year to have such flexible and high paying jobs, it's time to start moving on. I still can't shake the feeling that I wasn't good enough. Their parents are going to start sending them to some academic center for english tutoring. Being fired can really make a person fell small. Stupid ACE parking doesn't know what they're missing.

My parents are applying (once again) for auto insurance. It seems AAA doesn't like you when you're not a full time student. Either that, or they really want a slice of your new income. Back to Mercury it is. Maybe this time we won't get screwed over by uninsured drivers and ridiculous business-first, consumer-last policies.

Maybe all of this is pushing me to out into deep water. Out of my comfort zone, into the fire. Photography for hire isn't going to cut it for the summer. I haven't even put together a portfolio yet. Come to think of it, I haven't even finished paying down my credit cards yet... $2000 left to go.

I got off work 2 hours early, dropping Scott off at his friend's house near the beach, and I was thinking about the weather. Man, it was beautiful. Clear skies for miles, no smog, cool breeze, warm sun. I'd hate to be forced to enjoy it from indoors for the whole summer.

One of those mornings. I woke up and felt a little out of it, a little nauseous, and a little numb. Could it be that summer laziness is already taking it's toll? I plan to reverse the trend though.

So
here
we
go