The Agrinautica

I found a good map of the local fire here, which I believe is as-of today. Note that I commute to work from appx Mission Viejo up the 405 to around the 55 and 405 (you may have to scroll left to see that area but you don't need to zoom in) -- basically the fire extends the entire length of my morning commute!! d=

And no word on it being any more than "30% contained." Its getting a bit scary. /=


*** EDIT 13:49 ***
"Why are all the big doors between sections of office closing?"
"Fire alarm"
"We're havign a fire alarm, now??"
"Yes"
"You'd think you'd hear something"
"Yeah, I don't know."
"Is this just a drill?"
"Probably"
"But it might not be? Who has a fire drill NOW??" .......

So I dunno, my building may in fact be on fire.


*** Okay it is further explained to me that "these doors will automatically close if there is a fire anywhere in the building. However, each floor is self contained and we will only be evacuated if there is fire either on the floor directly above or below us." Brilliant.

   Well lets see.. everyone ELSE here is at Ska Summit and I'm like.. totally not. )= This makes me very sad. Not only because I had really wanted to go, but soo many people I had wanted to see again are there. Various people who hadn't gotten the messege that I was not after all going called me this evening from Vegas, and just now I idly decided to check some of my friends livejournals and they were all like "I'm leaving for ska summit in three hours" and it made me sad. I'm for definitely not about to go check the OC Ska messegeboard right now.

   AND I have about 34 hours remaining in county here and there some people I'd reeally wanted to see but of whom it looks like I won't.

   The only good news, and it is extremely good news if it actually comes about, is that the parental units APPEAR to be considering letting me take the old van with me up to Davis. Its (an '89?) volkswagon van, we call it "the silver zephyr" (as opposed to our 98 volkswagon "eurovan," "the Brick"). If this thing had been transferring into my possession any earlier I could TOTALLY have like.. gone to Ska Summit; but coupling "can I pleeeaase have that car?" with "can I run off with it to Vegas this weekend?" is a bit more pressure than I want to risk in these delicate negotiations.

   ::sigh:: how often am I really depressed when I write in this thing? Who would have guessed otherwise, I do such a dandy job of pretending everything is just peachy now don't I. d=
   In Summary: Blah I hate the world.

Hours in county: 142.5

Hours remaining in county: appx 34

   Ah, another exciting day in Orange County, where the cops are on a first name basis with the criminals, and know who they're dating. But we'll get to my pulloverage adventure in due time..

   First of all, went to a thai restaurant with the family. It was very good, I love thai food.
   My evening of adventuring began around 21:45, when I realized I had 15 minutes till Diedrichs closed and hurried on down there, telling Robin to meet me there since he was all about lets hang out at the time. Arriving there I discovered Alyssa had saved two CHEESE danishes for me, in a bag that said "for Kris" no less. She's so wonderful. Robin and Marcus arrived shortly, and we spent at least half an hour talking about how there was nothing to do.
   Diedrichs of course closed at 22:00 yet still there were no less than four completely separate groups of individuals hanging out in the general area of diedrichs for almost an hour thereafter. That is how exciting things are around here. Then Robin's friend Travis arrived, with two other individuals, and suddenly four fifths of the band Jack Bighead was present. But then they all went off to get high or something; and being all not about the getting high I remained at diedrichs with Alyssa, the other employee (Jobee?), and Jobee's Ex.
   Drama began to develope, as Jobee's passive aggressive behavior became too manifest to ignore, so while her ex was talking to her Alyssa and I went on down to the crazy mobil/pizza-hut/haagen-das uber-gas-station down the street, which I'd never been in before. It has the most RANDOM crazy stuff. I got a Bounty bar, which I haven't seen anywhere other than Ireland, and was very pleased.
   We returned in time to catch the end of a heating exchange between Jobee and her ex; he then proceeded to storm off apparently intending to walk home, which I'm told is about eight miles. Hey I walked seven miles home down here once.
   A tearful Jobee soon departed in her own car to go waylay the ex (I ought to know his name, having just spent the evening with him, but thats me: terrible with names). While Alyssa and I speculated cynically on this her psychobitch of a apartmentmate called her to make some bogus threat alogn the lines of "if you wake me up again..." (by entering the apartment and going to bed). Not wanting to deal with her crap, Alyssa hung up, and soon was the recipient of a pleasant messege in which her apartmentmate derided her character in numerous ways completely unrelated to any real complaint she may have against her.

   After ruminating on this for some time we decided it was time to go look for Jobee and other guy. We eventually found them in a nearby gas station, wary of a police cruiser which was lurking shark-like in the vicinity. After Alyssa and other guy vented a bit about their respective drama, Jobee departed (she'd been in her car at the far corner of the station during this discussion), and we decided to proceed back to the diedrichs.
   Scarcely had we gone 500 yards (of the 700 or so total in our journey) than the police car was abundant again. It proceeded to totally pull us over.
   This is the first time I've ever been in a pulled over car I think. I wasn't driving at this point, we were in the Alyssamobile. Anyway, the police officer, soon after reaching our window was like "oh sorry, your not who I'm looking for. Yea she looks kinda like you. She's a major tweaker and her boyfriend's pushing meth. I've been looking for her for hours now" or something.


   Have been completely unable to get ahold of Nick. Well, neither one, but the one I was SUPPOSED to go to Ska Summit with at the end of the week. Soo... looks like THATS not happening. I should do a serious study of Nick: What Makes Him Flake. I think it would teach me valuable things about people in general and how to prevent others from flaking, or at least better anticipate and prepare for it. Don't get me wrong though, Nick is awesome; I was just kinda eagerly anticipating ska summit d=


   Deep Thought for the day: If you watch the news with dramatic/fatalistic gothic music, it fits in strangely well.

   Hours in county: 81

   Number of people who asked me "is that a tattoo?" regarding the phone number on my arm, in completely seperate incidents: 2

   So I did in fact get a ride down here with Eric from The List. It was way convenient. As per my standard operating procedures, I managed to sleep most of the ride down here, making it feel like a half hour trip.
   Arriving here sometime shortly after six, I had dinner and about two hours later was at "Hotshot's Billiards" with Sally and some of her friends. I totally got my ass kicked at pool by anyone and everything in the vicinity. Later on Sally and them proceeded to San Diego, where they intended to spend the night and get their party on tomarrow. I coulda gone, it woulda been way fun and spontenious and adventurous, but I just need to rest it up back home just a wee bit before I start getting crazy. At the prospect of me going out tonight my parents already were like "so how are we going to keep from going insane this time?" or something. Every time I come down it takes all of about two hours until heated arguments about whether or not I can go out and how late I can stay out and whatnot begin. Yes, they do still actively endeavor to control what I do, how late I'm out, and where I go when I come back home. Its good times. d=

   But other than that they're good people you know? I just wish they could somehow get over the control thing. "well we worry" says mother, and thats all good and well, but her worrying is waaay too intrusive upon my life. Anyway this tangent is slightly out of place because aside from that one comment they really didn't give me much trouble getting out tonight. Mum was like "if you're home by morning --I mean if you're awake -- you WILL be home" and it was funny. I was like "if I'm home... ::devious smile::." (She was talking about what would be for breakfast).

Conversation with Eric from The List
Kris: "so you went to Laguna Hills HS?"
Eric: "yea.. but I didn't really know anyone there."
Kris: "did you know Robby MacIntyre?"
Eric: "uh, yes actually."
   I sure showed him, got someone he knew on my first guess. It did prove to be the only person I could name that he knew though.