hi,i'm not sure where to start, so i guess the beginning would be good. i was born, no i'm just kidding. for those who haven't heard yet, mom kicked me out for being "mentally unbalanced" and for driving my car halfway across the island to aiea to get help with my math homework. along with kicking me out she took away my car and gave me 30 minutes to leave her house before she called the police. it was cool. so after living with CJ's family for 2 weeks i scored an apartment which i share with roommate (formerly known as "kalei") so there you go, now you know.

today at work no one seemed to want to order pizza so i talked to Dave from kahala instead. it seems no one in kahala wanted pizza either so we talked for quite some time. today we shared accident experiences and it seems we both are perfect examples of a domino's pizza "safe driver." he also told me about the ticket he got for being double parked. seems he was parked behind his friend who wasn't ready to leave yet and turned off his car to get his slippers out of his trunk. cop gave him a ticket while he was standing right by his car. he contested it but since he lacked the secret weapon of my cuteness, the judge upheld it. poor guy, he should keep me in his car.

a happy thing: Dave from kahala asked me to go watch good will hunting with him since we both haven't seen it, his friends watched it one night while he was working and the last movie i went to was scream 2. so now i have something to look forward to (helps get me thru those hour 15 classes. yah, like you pay attention?)

talking on the phone at work is really fun. you have to keep putting the other person on hold to take orders and help customers who have the nerve to come into your store while you're talking on the phone. also you get to ignore the other person while you tell your driver to do stuff that's out of your reach (we need cordless phones) and while you offer your driver cookies at least once every 15 minutes. hey, they're really yummy cookies.

upon my arrival home i discovered roommate wasn't home. that was cool. mikey is here and he's helping me change my page because i've yet to learn how to do it myself. roommate will be home soon, that should be fun. i don't really like roommate, we don't really talk because we have this "war" going on. it's pretty funny, basically we just try ourhardest to annoy the other without being too obvious. some tactics roommate employs are eating gyoza and leaving the evidence of this laying around, leaving his hair all over the shower (head hair, pubic hair, leg hair-you name it, if it grows from a follicle it's there), and hiding his personal hygiene products (ie: toothbrush) so i'll think he doesn't brush his teeth and stuff. of course, even when he does brush his teeth it's only about once every other day so it hardly matters to me if he owns a toothbrush or not. i think some days he's just too lazy to retrieve it from his secret hiding place (top bathroom cabinet, behind michael jordan-the official cologne of Losers who think wearing something named after a famous person will make them as cool as the namesake)

a recent "battle": mikey and roommate are standing in the kitchen with their shoes on (call me anal, but spend 4 hours on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor with a green scrubbie pad and a rag "borrowed" from work and we'll see how you react) so anyway, they had their shoes on, i pointed it out, roommate retorts with some smart ass remark about the kitchen being in his room, which of course, it's not. his room ends where the kitchen begins. they don't remove their shoes, go to a movie instead. after they leave i sweep the kitchen, placing the dirt in roommate's room because obviously he wanted it there otherwise he would have taken off his damn shoes when he walked in the front door.

lesson to be learned: don't fuck with me, i don't like being fucked with and i fuck back THRICE as hard.

this "war" should be quite entertaining.