When the time finally comes, it is going to take more than a drunk driver in a dark colored SUV to kill me it seems. Either that or some nice little stroke of fate was with me when I made a pretty 180 on the right shoulder, resting between two trees. The was no damage to the car, and the only trauma occurred to my nerves and a my pride. Actually, being nearly killed only affected the first of those. Highway 1 is not a happy place to be at 10:00 at night. Post chaos, I got home as fast as possible. I'm still shaking really bad, and I didn't like the feeling of not having control of my car. For those that are interested, the SUV swerved into my lane at less than 100 feet or so, but he had been swerving all approach, so I had slowed to about 30 mph. When it crossed over into my lane so close, I hit the brakes, turned right to the shoulder, and accelerated to be out of the way. My tires lost traction in the shoulder, and I fishtailed 180 and ended up in between two trees. I placed a call in about it, but since there was no damage, and I didn't get the license plate, I doubt anything will come of it.
Right now I am very thankful to be able to bore you all to tears with my stories.
So today, right? Beyond the accident was Atlantis Fantasy World, which was an unofficial club trip. Read: we decided to go up there and whoever wanted to come could. It ended up being just Nikki, Jameson, and I. H agreed to meet us there, so we departed from CSUMB about 10, and the drive up was rather quiet. We got there and Nikki and I read while Jameson did shopping. I got through about 3 volumes of Inu Yasha before I realized that almost 45 minutes had passed. I placed a quick call, and resumed reading, although much more aware of the time. As it reached the hour mark, I was almost on the verge of giving up and heading back to Monterey. H caught me with plenty of pages to spare. We parted ways, got food in the Capitola Mall, got Fruits Basket DVDs 1 and 2, and then went back to the Inn and watched them. 12 episodes later, I am finding I like the series a lot more than the first time I tried to watch it. I don't think I was in the right mood for it then, but this time it was much better. Post 6 hours of anime, it was time for a ritual we have partaken in every time we anime binge: SSBM. I had my ass handed to me. Not once, not twice, and not even three times; every single time I was flung against the wall and clobbered. It didn't matter if I was Marth or Pikachu, because I was nothing other than "owned". I hid my frustration as best I could, though a bit of it leaked out as apathy. I picked Bowser at one point, silently muttering that it wouldn't do me a shred of good anyway, but I don't think that was heard. I don't mind getting beat in a video game, as it is part of the gaming experience. When it becomes a test of my patience against futility though, the fun gets sucked out like a Smartie through a straw. Will my slaughter and disowning be enough to make me go train in the game? Of course not, because then it becomes a competition. I digress however. To shorten the above, I was bent over and beaten with Ness' baseball bat.
We switched it over to the N64 I brought up with me. I wanted to beat Majora's Mask in front of her for a few reasons. First, she was the one that introduced me to the game, and if you introduce me to a game, you get to be part of my joy of beating it. This does, however, only apply if you sit me down to play said game. (Doesn't apply if I go get the game on your recommendation.) Second, when H beat it at my place over break, I had to hide during the credits so I didn't see them. This time, I wanted to watch them. As Oni Link, the mask fell quick. So quickly that it actually surprised me. And so we watched the ending and all it's happiness, and we started wrapping it up for the evening. About 10 or so, we parted ways (note to self: you are such a dork), and I made the drive home. We all know how the drive home went.
So now my nerves are shot, and writing like this has been the only way to get me to calm down to the point where I can go and focus on my ethics HW. And just like that, what could have been a really angsty entry gets turned into a somewhat worthwhile read. Magic!
when actions speak louder than words are the subtle actions forgotten?
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