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Greets again from work. I haven't looked too deeply into it yet, but have any of you taken online classes? If you can tell me about them a bit that'd be great. Like how easy is it to get set up for, etc.

I probably shouldn't be posting from work but I have nothing better to do right now.

...actually yeah brb

Okay, the only thing cool about Kentucky so far is the banana pudding and the fireflies that I get to see now that it's summer and HOLY SHIT IT'S PRETTY HOT OUT HERE, GUYS.

Otherwise, it's boring and nothing to do even at work hi hello. We're here talking about how Katrina Johnson(I think) portrayed Ross Perot on All That.

Pretty much the LA rave scene. Seriously guys, what the fuck?

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This will now be my third move out of the state of California and every time prior I've come back, but I was still young those times.

This is the move I'm going to make count. My last entry goes over the possible scenarios I've materialized for myself and simply for my own good will I pursue them.

Remember that I'm always on the computer and that I'll still come by to visit as frequently as allowed, so if you want me to visit and you don't mind me staying for a bit of time, I'll make the arrangements.

In the meantime:
Happy Squad - HWL
Happy Squad - Cure Hater(Phase 1)
(The links to these song and any other songs I finish in the future will be in my AIM profile at all times in case I start deleting livejournal posts again.)

Happy Squad is the name of my and my friend DJ Orta's music project. We have these two tracks under way so far, and I'll briefly go over them.

HWL (Hot Water Land) has been a song in the works for well over 6 years but has just now come to be finished. "Finished" meaning a cohesive and engineered song that when I feel is finally equalized and leveled properly will be considered more highly than what it is to me. It's essentially the ground work, but listening to it several times now has shined light on a few things I definitely feel are wrong with what it is right now. And although Orta has been the leading production on the elements of this track, I came in and engineered the track to what it has become. Oh right, it's simple Trancecore. Enjoy a trip to hot water land.

Cure Hater(Phase 1) - Karazhan's lovable 5-story robot The Curator in song form (and longer than any curator fight will ever last!). This was started and finished MUCH more quickly than HWL and was churned out with many songs already still in production. In other words, like HWL there's much I have left to finalize with this and go over with DJ Orta since I took over 90% of this project into my hands. I wouldn't have gotten this track off the ground without his inspirational first break though.

Well, I've been royally fucked over again and I've finally made the decision to move to Kentucky with my family.

Currently, I'm working at Wendy's (tee hee) which I managed to apply to as a sort of fuck it last second move, since I'd been getting nowhere with anything else, and now I'm in an even worse position, I think.

I can't let this go on, and I'd rather be in a better situation making money and being able to relax than try to hassle with everything anymore.

I honestly didn't want it to come to this because it feels so forced upon me. As if my mother is all I can come to depend on and she's just trying to get me to move alongside her so that when one day she can no longer fend for herself, she'll expect me to step in and take over with everything.

I don't want it to turn into that. I'm going to leave temporarily and relax for now. Probably head back to school. Probably get back into working into a post-production house again, and maybe even get into editing for a local news station. Probably open up a store with my grandfather. Probably spend a lot more time with my grandparents since they're not going to be active as they for much longer. Probably get over all this stress I've been issuing myself for the last 6 years worrying about being alone or worrying about losing what I have now that I'm not.

January of next year is pretty much the time we have set.

I know I owe plenty of people for all they've done to help me up until now, and I really hope I can make good on it in these next three months, but a part-time minimum wage job that mostly goes to rent won't leave me with a whole lot after I buy food.

In that time, I also hope to get back into getting my productions finalized what with all these new song ideas I really want to put into effect.

If any of you reading this would like to buy something I have cheap, I would be more than happy to part with:
My Xbox (I'll be getting a 360 when I move) and a computer monitor

...I guess that's all I can think of now.

I'll be around for a few more months and we'll see how things turn out.

New pajamas.
New vinyl that DJ Vibes gave to me.

Still need a new job.
Still need to pay for this parking ticket.

Ahhh... for every one good thing that occurs, there's gotta be something to nag me right after.

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I'm the most bitter piece of shit ever and if any of you hate me it's completely fine.

Oh it's sept. 11. Happy birthday, Sandra, though I know you don't really use the internet.

I have to provide services to make some money, chums. Anyone in Riverside I know or anyone on internets, is there anything I can sell to you or do for extra moo?

I have a warrant for my arrest right now

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The guy who does the VOs for The Jewelry Exchange is here reading his lines and it's craaaazy.

You know how in high school you had a crush on someone and you felt like it would be the end of your life if you talked to them or if they talked to someone else? For instance, I remember having this gigantic crush on this girl in high school and my friend said he was going to ask her out, but I told him how I liked her so much that it was killing me. A true friend, he knew it was bros before hoes. Ho's. Hos. However, you can guess what happened: I never followed through and she didn't end up with either of us. It was fine, though. She turned out to be someone I didn't really want as someone who was THAT close to me.

Well, this is a story about a lumberjack. A rugged man whose only dear possession was his mighty axe. Several times in his life he had considered settling down or quitting his work for another field, but the life of trees stayed true. One day, he was out in the woods break-dancing or whatever cool things lumberjacks do, when he sat down to drink. That's when he felt something brush against his thigh. He looked next to him and saw a small ruby. He laughed but picked up the gem carefully and held it up to his face, observing the fine cuts involved and admiring the beauty he beheld. The lumberjack jumped up and clicked his heels in mid-air, excited at such a discovery and glad he finally had something wonderful to take with him in life.

In town, he held up the jewel for all to see, beaming at the fact that they too could admire such an object. A local goldsmith asked to see the ruby, but the lumberjack waggled a finger and carried on merrily, taking it home and finding a place to put it so it could be the first thing he saw when he woke up, went to bed, and came home from his work.

As time passed, people asked to see the gem again, rubbing their hands behind his back in hopes of taking it from him. He obliged at first, but felt a small ache when he saw others looking at his treasure and had to force them out and make an excuse so he could be alone with it again. That's when he felt the best; alone with his ruby. This was the grand paradox in his life. He was so proud that he had this beautiful, wonderful thing in his life that he wanted the whole world to know of, yet when he saw those eyes on his treasure and that the only fine thing in his life felt somehow soiled by them, he wanted them all to go away.

I couldn't imagine the strength someone must have to live with that every day.

White chocolate ice cream with cherries and pistachio.

oh, since I'm 21 I bought a tall can of mickey's the other night

ALCOHOLIC LIQUID BREAD

So, I'm back in Temecula again. Not exactly the same area I used to live, but I pass by that place on my way to work. I even stopped there the other night to see if things were the same.

They're not.

I'm not sure if it was the excitement of being somewhere I recall being so comfortable, but now I really dislike the city. The field I used to play in is actually a park now. No hidden areas covered in cattails and swamp where we would crouch down and watch tadpoles swim about. No large grate covering the stretches of tunnels underneath the city where we would wander about guided by the light of our weak flashlights. That's actually a drainage area now. The cliffs we used to leap off of are now a bike path. The trail I used to take to middle school is now a gated community.

I feel somewhat bad for any kids growing up in that area now.

Also along the way to work, I have to take this three mile winding road through the mountains. The problem with it is that the speed limit is 55, which changes as you go along to meet the turns ahead. What that means to other people is go 10 miles per hour the WHOLE way and not have the ability to pull to the side when half of San Diego county is trailing behind them.

I sure am glad my job is super laid back.

How the fuck am I supposed to drive it like I stole it if everyone on the road with "Drive it like you stole it!" bumper stickers is going ten miles per hour under the speed limit?

So yeah I can't stop getting sick about it and I have no fucking idea why. It's getting way too old now.

What you've got to do is make the dog bigger than the box.

HAHA I AM MOVING BACK TO RIVERSIDE

I'll see you all in mid-November. Don't mind that I was gone for like a year, cause I've got stories for everyone.

HAHA I MIGHT BE MOVING BACK TO RIVERSIDE HAHAHAHAHA