Third Wheel Adventures

   So driving home from work yesterday I saw multinumerous people bollocksing about in front of Diedrichs, and was like "aww, I remember the good times there," immediately resolving to stop by that evening.
   Later that evening I happened to find myself at Diedrichs. There were about half a dozen people chillen there, about half of whom I didn't know.. Croat and someone were playing chess. Then more people arrived. I was shocked to discover that this kid Brandon (not the gay poser one) (BNtGPO?) had never had a steel reserve. I will have to help him with that sometime.
   Anyway, the drinking of course was soon embarked upon, and the sacred 100 yard walk to Viejo Liquor was set upon. You know you are going the right direction when you pass "MORE BEER!!" scrawled in black on the sidewalk with an arrow pointing the way. We have bought out Viejo Liquor's supply of steel reserve on more than one occasion.
   Anyway, after much discussion of WHERE to go and engage in our drinking, we ended up just drinking in the spacious interior of the krismobile. On Becka's advise, and having heard numerous stories of people getting busted for drunk driving for merely being near their car with their keys, I left my keys under the car.
   So it was Croat, Megan and Sarah* and I, two 40s of Bud (for Croat), two 40s of Steel (for me), and a six pack of mike's hard lemonade (for the ladies).
   I started to feel a lot like a third (fourth?) wheel though because Croat being irresistable to the ladies they were both massaging him (and his shaved head) like whoa. Then Megan eventually left.. without even saying goodbye to me (single emo tear).. and eventually Sarah and Croat decided they'd best let me go home.. and so I did, leaving them two alone in the parking lot.....


*Megan and Sarah explained:
   Megan: an employee of the Diedrichs off La Paz, she was dating Matt Morgan for like a week before dumping him via textmessege, I believe for one of the skinheads.
   Sarah: was in my math class in HS. David Backes and I used to tease her no end about her tendency to go to disneyland every weekend and make out with random people. Always a player, Sarah appears now to actually be deeply infatuated with a single boy ::gasp::, one of the skinheads, who coincidentally doesn't answer the phone when she calls but does when Megan calls a minute later. Such is life.
   Both are apparently infatuated with the two local skinheads; spent most of the evening waiting for them to show up. Then they showed up briefly before leaving again to beat someone or something, and then life went on.

Wild Rivers Adventures

   "you write some pretty harsh stuff in your livejournal... I'm glad I'M not mentioned in it" -Jennifer Holst. "Haha, you obviously haven't seen yesterday's post yet" -Me.
   So this annoying deepguard Pooyah has asked me at least fifteen times if I work tomarrow, along with everyone else and its starting to piss everyone off. So Pooyah rotates me and then I rotate Jennifer- her: "you have the most devious look on your face!" Me: "I just asked Pooyah if he was working tomarrow.. he was like 'shuttup!!!!!'"
   Later I get on break... an RA: "Break room is closed." Me, overjoyed: "why?" "there was an accident on wahtubee" "so they... closed the break room? Like: omg there's a lady hurt on wahtubee, CLOSE THE BREAKROOM!" "no they took her to the breakroom" "wouldn't that put her life MORE at risk??" Seriously, our break room is disgusting.. you know its bad when hearing that the break room is closed and I therefore don't have to eat in there is GOOD news to me.
   Then supervisor Andrew Donaldson comes in: "hey Kris rotate Brandy when you get off break" "Randy???" "Brandy" "There's a Brandy here??" "You've been working with her all year and you don't know who Brandy is??" Yes, that is true Mr Donaldson. Similarly while talking to Jennifer earlier she mentioned me not knowing anyone's names and I pointed to a nearby deepguard whose jacket says "princess" on it and said "for example I haven't the slightest idea what this guys name is." Keep in mind there are only 23 deep guards.
   Around 7:30 there are always all these 13 yr olds that go around talking to all the lifeguards. Two such afflicted me.. I do my best not to talk to anyone if I can avoid it. Them: "Do you like working here?" me: ::thumbs up:: Them: "Do you want to go home?" ::shrug:: ... fast forward a few questions: "how old do you need to be to work here" ::shifty eyes:: no way out of this one, so I say my first word to them: "fourteen" them: "you have an accent!!" yeah thats why I avoid speaking.


   So in case you haven't noticed I was bored at work today and had way too much time to plot this livejournal entry.
   So I got to thinking about that random "your livejournal sitcom!" thing everyone is posting.. and what my life really WOULD be like as such.. who would play who.... I decided it would have to be a movie... The sequal to Jackson's List ("a movie about one cartoonist's struggle to amuse a vast apathetic campus"). Title? SOC Punk (South Orange County), or maybe just Orange Country since I despise the existing movie of that title and so would pretend it doesn't already exist and steal their title to show my lack of respect for their abomination. As you will notice, my thoughts so far tremendously revolve around Wild Rivers.. cause well.. I was there when I was doing this thinking. Some of my thoughts on the subject:

( S.O.C. Punk )