Bulgarian Steel

   So yesterday I wore my Steel Reserve shirt cause Becka and I were GOING to take pictures to go along with the fan mail we wrote to send to the Steel Brewing Company.. but as I said the digital camera was AWOL.
   Upon arriving at Diedrichs Mike the Horrible Human greeted me with "hey dumbass, you forgot an E on steele!" Now this of course was so flabbergastingly stupid it took me a second to figure where to even begin. Then I was like "uh. You are either dyslexic, or illiterate. Steel has two Es on the can and anywhere else." It turns out him and his friend Tom the Horrible Human's Stooge (THHS) both made shirts that say "steele reserve." Hahahahaha awwwwwwwww they're dumb! Later on when THHS himself was there MtHH was like "Hey look Kris spelled steele wrong!" and I laughed at them both again (well THHS hadn't been around for the first incident). I think MtHH motivation here was to prove that he wasn't the only person who spelled it wrong.. to bring his henchman down to the same level of shame as he. Isn't it cute how horrible people treat eachother?
   Much later as I was leaving THHS came up to me and was like "hey do you have a fireplace?" me: "uh, why?" "you should burn that shirt as soon as you get home" (MtHH is always threatening to set my shirt on fire. My shirt enrages him, presumably because he has the same shirt but spelled wrong).
   Now this minion of MtHH's, Tom; how pitiful must one be to idolize MtHH??


   In other news, it is now September; rumour has it that my one and only Ex-girlfriend will be returning from Bulgaria (map2) this month. But none of us have heard anything for a long time now.

And This is How It Ends

   Today there was a private party at wild rivers, so I worked 16:00 to 21:00. At first I was rather suspicious in that half the sponsors were skateboarding companies and things, and half were youth ministries... but hey this is Orange County so they might have invited themselves to prey upon the impressionable adolescent skaters... but as time went on it became more and more apparent that the whole event was just seeping with religion.. until towards the end they had one of their evil high priests take the stage (yea they had a stage, upon which among other things some ridiculous white rappers performed and reminded the crowd that jesus loves them), told some really lame story about how shepherds look after their lambs and thats how jesus looks after themm or something. Anyway, I think I'll refrain from saying much more about Them, lest some religious nut afflict me again.
   Because it was an irregular day and whatnot, all guards on the wavepools when I got there (save myself of course) were supervisors. So every single one of them outranked me, yet I have been there longer than every single one of them.
   And speaking of supervisors, contrary to what I may have previously implied, Jeffrey Whetstone (forrest441) is not a manwhore. In fact though I have seen several girls completely swoon over him I haven't heard any rumours of him seducing ANYONE yet this year. And he's one of the best supervisors to boot. So in summary I suggust all the young ladies that are reading this message him on AIM (Adiman10) ASAP. Did I mention he bakes cookies?
   Anyway. Today was probably the last day working there of my six year career. In the end I didn't go around saying goodbye to people, I just walked silently off into the night.


PICTURE of the day. A newt apparently, that I rescued from our pool, climbing up my arm.