Just got back from the dmv. I've gotten my drivers license back. I've gotten my medical information card back. I'm back on track =D

I absolutely love how stuff like this just turns out. I feel sometimes like I should just drop to my knees and thank somebody for the flowing-easiness I experience in life. The biggest problem I ever face nowadays is getting permission from my parents to do stuff, and that's not a problem at all.

Come to think of it. I love this life. I love my friends, my hopes and ambitions, my possessions, my body, my lifestyle, I love just being me. It seems like everyday is a new adventure, and I'm out to take advantage of it.

Sometimes though.. well you gotta wish that things were a little more challenging. That you had serious problems to talk about, that your parents had died at a young age or that they were divorced. Just something to add a spark of interest in your outstandingly ordinary life. I'm willing to bet that in the back of my mind I lost my wallet on purpose, just to cause some turbulence in my life, just to make it a little more difficult.

And some people take that to the extreme. They take a perfect life, a perfect family, caring friends, and possessions/money galore, and they suddenly convince themselves that they're depressed, that they have nothing and noone. They put a challenge in their life by making themselves miserable. I'll just never get what drives people to that extreme. I guess.

Either that or I'll be a damn good psychiatrist =D

Yea, so at my internship today my guy gives me a listing of several search engines to research information on. Interestingly enough, out of the 12 engines, three of them are.. odd?:
Queery
GayScape
Rainbow Query
Aiya, what a world we live in.

Saturday was pretty damn crazy. In a sudden change of plans, me, Tyler (h) and his sister went on a crazy road trip. Map:

Now.. with the scale and everything, I'd saw we did 60 miles. For any of you with cars, that's a pretty big accomplishment, considering especially the times we made. Anyhow, here's a short:
-Went to Newport Beach. Got off at wrong exit (thanks to tyler's sister and her screaming "there's gonna be traffic!! get off the freeway!!") and had to take 10 mile detour.
-Left newport at 4:15 to got frank and sons (a collectible warehouse in walnut), which closed at 5:00.
-Traveled through three counties to get to frank and sons by 4:50. (fuckin crazy).
-Decided to go to DB and get some boba at my fav. internet cafe off of nogales. Scared the shit out of tyler and his sister because we were the only white people =P
-Went all the way around chino hills state park to get back home, passed by calvin and jo's places, got caught in traffic, lost tyler's cell, spit boba balls at mercedes, all that fun.
-Sped over to a cyber cafe in yorba linda after stopping at our respective places to take showers and change. (now i was driving) Met up with tyler (o) and a friend of his.
-Sped back over to my house, showing off my new psuedo-turbo kit that I had built into my car. Ran a yellow light at 70MPH (speedlimit was 50), had a cop follow us half the way home after that, freaked the shit out of tyler and his sister (and me for a part)'
-Watched bad santa with tyler and his sis after frantically cleaning up my house because we had just found out my parents were coming home early.

You know, I was honestly impressed with this entire ordeal. I dont know if it was the fact that he was around his sister the entire time or anything, but Tyler was amazingly mature and awesome this weekend. It was a step out of the norm to talk about stuff that actually meant something with him. I personally think living in LA must have had an effect on him. He wont tell his sister or family this, but when we were body boarding (without his sister, who was sunbathing) he told me the neighborhood he lives in is really scary. Props to him.

Now, as for my parents. Yea, they got home early. Reason? They had sunk the boat in lake powell. Thankfully, it didnt go to the bottom (damn lake is >300 ft deep), but it was covered in water. Pics:

I'm damn glad I wasnt there to experience a time that was surely filled with my dad's cursing, my mom's over-sized nerves, and a hell of alot of work. Although I do feel a bit guilty for not being able to help out in one of the bigger crises this family has had to face. Oh wellz, thank god for insurance!

So yea, my parents are home as of two days ago. They were pretty lenient on sunday and let me laze around for practically the whole day without giving me many chores (I kept the house pretty clean), but this means the end of my glorious freedom. Back to putting up with my mom's schedules for cleaning.

I guess I might have been getting lonely, and it's good to have the house full again, but in general I think I really enjoyed living by myself.

So ya, I wake up this morning, bright and chipper and not-so-ready to go to my internship (a week left!) I eat my breakfast, steal some of my mom's coffee, run outside before she can catch me and throw my keys into my car, and everything's normal for a second.. and then everything shuts down - no power. That's when my mind says "SHIT!". So I proceed to just mess around with the electronics in my car to the point where I decide that nothing is working and nothing will work and that I'm gonna have to go find some large cables and jump start my car using my mom's suv. BUT.. before I do that, I have some modifications under the hood that my parents definately wouldnt approve of. Namely the turbo that's connected to the battery that's most likely causing the problem in the first place. So now the s h i t word is pulsating through my mind even more frequently. Something like "shit-shit-i-shit-shit-gotta-shit-shit-shit-pop-shit-shit-shit-the-shit-hood-shit-shit-shit-so-shit-i-shit-can-shit-shit-look-shit-shit-at-shit-the-shit-shit-shit-battery". I pop the hood and decide to disconnect the turbo from my battery so my parents wont know it's there. I pull out the wrenches, mess around with the battery terminals without gloves (yea, there's some serious currents flowing through a car battery), and pull out the wires I had installed last week. Just for the hell of it, I go over and turn the key again, and PRESTO, the fucking thing starts. So I kill the engine again, reconnect the turbo, and drive off to be late to work by 20 minutes. Shizz.. what a streszor.

There's the update. Scary thing about this weekend is that I have no friggin clue what the hell I'm gonna do. Sooooo.. I might have to fiddle around with a knife or something in boredom xP ~jkjkjk. Somebody damn well better call me and invite me to do something though... 7146920912 ..and if a telemarketer reads this and calls me.. prepare to get castrated.

Whoop-dee-do,
James

Havnt posted in awhile, but that seems to be the trend nowadays. And, of course, I'm not technically supposed to be posting =D

--music
I hadnt realized it till recently, when I got the spidey 2 soundtrack, but since two weeks before school ended I've been listening to the same album over and over again: they're only chasing safety by underoath. Heh, these guys have really got a place in my heart, though I'm pretty sure most of the people I know wouldnt like them (besides brian h). Anyhow, today I finally took them off of my mp3 player and went and bought their album. I owe it too them, for what they've given me. But check it: I got the advance for the new Taking Back Sunday album and I'm in damn heaven. This thing is absolutely marvelous. Especially this one song called "new american". I love ballads. download

--life
I guess most of you dont know, but I've gotten the privelidge of owning the entire house this week as my parents and brother have gone to lake powell. Now I understand that four of my friends are spread throughout the county, owning their own apartments and living the life everyday, but we're talking about me having my own HOUSE for an entire week. Pretty damn awesome. I like being able to cook for myself and I think that it's not so bad when I'm cleaning up after myself.. it's not really that big of a job.

So anyhow, I've spent a week here alone with only my kitty to keep me sane. Heh, she's never been so loving as she has been this last week. Even now, while I'm typing and not paying attention to her, she's sitting on my lap and purring. What a sweetie.

--blargh
In terms of content, this entry is about as boring as it gets. I had something significant to say, but I forgot and I really dont think it matters. Solitude is having an effect on me, I feel a little less dependant on other people, I'm starting to enjoy reading again, and in general I'm becoming more of a recluse, not seeing anything wrong with eating in a restaurante alone or walking in the park by myself. I guess it's a good thing?

You know what's really weird? In my random perusings of some old journal entries, letters, and yearbook signings, I realized. I remember the past through smells.
:No, really, the word nostalgia is synonomous with "smell" to me. Every period of my life has some weird odor attached to it.... is that normal?

-Calvin and I are going to have lunch around my area (east yorba linda) tommorow. Probably at wood ranch grill.
-Tyler and I are going to hang on sunday morning-afternoon till around 5. I'd like to  go to a cyber cafe or have a small lanparty, but I dont know what'll come out of our meeting.
-Me and a friend from esperanza are going to a youth group ceremony in YL at 5.5 on sunday.
--I list this crap here because if you want to come you can call me or leave me a comment or email or IM. Most of the time my invitations are universal, and i'm always up for seeing friends.

TTYL~think i'm going to go watch 8-mile.
James.

Well, LJ's slow lately, with much posts from cris and natty, one from skittish, and none from nobody else. Better lighten this place up with a little of my charm...
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Anyhow, this last week: wow.

My luck: wow. I've somehow come in the possession of enough money to pay myself back for all of the parking fines I've gotten for going to cal state fullerton with calvin all those random times and then some for my troubles. I feel like the universe is at peace. Finally my gas tank is full, my cell phone has more than 2 minutes on it, and all is well monetarily.

Myself: wow, wow, and more wow. Where did this sudden ability to deny myself come from? One week ago I took everything I could get, spent money irradically, ate everything in sight .. but now.. I find myself going to mcdonalds and ordering a hamburger and a glass of water, I catch myself giving half of my popcorn to my dad.. I dont know what has come over me.

As for everything else, internship is going fine, staying at my grandma's house for two days suddenly doesnt seem too bad, next week I'm home alone all week with the possibility of going to see Calvin (which will involve numerous lies and scandals on my parents and grandma), next weekend I'll hopefully be going to lunch again one day and hanging with a friend at a youth group the next. My stuff is pretty well put together, wouldnt you think?

Spiderman 2 was good. It was pretty inspiring, actually.