I finally got around to it. I took pics of the bike and put it up for sale.

I should have done this months ago (like, back in February or March). I guess subconsciously, I just didn’t want to let go. I’ve had some good times on this bike, man. Well, some bad times, too, but I guess they balance out.

Man I’m gonna miss riding. Wait, what the hell am I talking about? I still got another bike. But after I sell that one, THEN I’m really going to miss riding.

One of the things I’ll miss eating when I’m gone are the loco moco’s from Paradise Palms back on campus. While I was in college, I can safely assume that I’ve eaten several hundred of those: about 2-3 times per week, for about five school years (yeah I was in school for 7 years, but didn’t start eating them till later).

I guess during that time, I had gotten so used to eating them that even after graduation, I’d go back to UH to get some more.

The loco mocos there aren’t anything special. But I think that’s what I like about them. It’s not food that’s meant for people to get all gay over — it’s cheap food that’s meant to be eaten.

Anyway, the lady that was making my order today messed up and one of the egg yolks broke over the griddle. The egg ended up semi-scrambled/over-hard instead of sunny side up like I wanted. I saw her put it on my plate, and I’m all like “well that’s part of the charm”

But then after she puts the bad egg down, she covers it with two good eggs. She gave me extra!

“I was goin’ throw em away, but I figure might as well give em to you” she said, as she handed me the plate.

I thanked her, told her to have a great day, and had an awesome meal. It was one of life’s small wins, but a small win’s still a win.

Too bad I still have go to work tonight. BIG LOSS!

This entry is going to be about my dogs. I don’t think I’ve ever really posted about them before, and I’m going to miss them when we’re gone.

I got up around 1:30 today. I slept in a little later than usual, and did my usual day’s worth of wandering around, trying to get my bearings. I played around with the dogs today. Well, not Toby - he was sleeping. He likes to sleep in weird places. If you put a piece of newspaper or a plastic bag on the ground, he’ll curl up on it. If he’s got the entire couch to himself, he’ll sleep off to the side near an armrest.

My other 3 dogs live outside. We don’t really play with them as much, so they’re always lonely. They have each other, which for the most part is okay, except when they get carried away and start fighting. That doesn’t happen too often, though.

They always seem excited whenever I go out. I took turns petting them.

This is Bucky. We got him after Dusty1 passed away so that he’d keep Mickey company. He was the only dog at the Humane society that Mickey didn’t want to fight, I guess because he’s like, a foot tall. We’re not sure what his breed is, but we’ve never seen anything like him. He’s got short arms, a long body, and weighs more than a sack of rice. Mickey really liked him and let him sleep on top of her at night. My neighbors said that the day Mickey passed away, they heard him crying.

Bucky seems to prefer playing with bigger dogs, so after Mickey passed away, we picked up Daisy to keep him company. We found out that she can scale chain link fence, no joke. I’ll try to get a video one of these days. She literally climbs the thing; I’m not sure where she learned that. We’ve had to cover our chain link gate up because she kept getting out and would hang out by our front door.

Daisy’s kind of a bitch sometimes.

Here’s Dusty. He’s actually Dusty2; we named him after our Doberman because of the resemblance. About 3 months ago, my dad adopted him from a guy who had just moved into a house with no yard. We were in Vegas at the time, and when we got home, there was a dog barking at us. We were like ‘wtf?’

Dusty’s the only one outside who knows how to shake hands.

I don’t know why I just wrote all of this. I think I’m just trying to delay the inevitable - I gotta go start making dinner…

So it’s 3:47am. I just got home from work. I’m feeling particularly tired today though, because after getting home from work 24 hours ago, I had to go to a dental appointment 20 hours ago. Four hours to fall asleep, wake up again, get dressed, and drive back to town to be told that I haven’t been taking very good care of my teeth.

You know, there was a time in my life (not even that long ago, actually) that I’d be coming home around this hour after a night of partying; cologne mixed with cigarette-smoke on my clothes, alcohol on my breath, and blurry memories and good-times on my mind. That was on ‘early’ nights. A bunch of times, especially on Fridays, with no school or work the following day, I’d stay awake, ride out to the ocean, and wait there to watch the sun come up. I was a lot younger then… the body could handle a lot more abuse.

Anyway, I did get some sleep later on today before I started work at 8pm, but two long naps isn’t as refreshing as one good sleep. That said, what the hell am I doing up right now, writing about it? What’s the point of this entry, even?

Maybe just unwinding, I guess. It’s no sunrise, but it’ll do.

It’s been a while since my last posting. During that time, I was placed back on the night shift, and I guess I’ve been trying to get readjusted to the new schedule. (Well, that and I’ve been lazy.)

I’ll try to be a little better about posting, though. In the past few weeks, a lot of my time has gone to GTAIV and the occasional Halo3 session (DoubleXP Grifball weekend!)

This weekend was a weekend of firsts for a bunch of friends.

This past Saturday, we watched Dirty Thunder’s first performance at Don Ho’s. Good show, except for this one drunk bitch that helped herself onto the stage and made a complete fool of herself (and blew out our eardrums). I remember wishing I had a rifle and tranq darts.

On Sunday, Ikaika and a jazz quartet he’s teamed up with played at The Dragon Upstairs. Ikaika’s passion has always been jazz. He plays a lot of Hawaiian music in Waikiki throughout the month, but never says a word of it. But when he’s playing jazz, he lets as many people know as he can.

So I got Evan to come down with me to check it out last night. I’ve never been to this place before; it turned out to be one of those best-kept-secret type places. This was their first time playing, and I don’t think it’ll be their last.

Good weekend. A lot better than wasting it on video games, anyway. That’s what weekdays are for, right? Speaking of which, I’m still on night shift. It’s 2pm now, and I start work in about six hours. I got a load of laundry in the washing machine and another in the dryer. There’s more stuff I should be doing, but I’m tired, man. I blame the vog.