Belated


Yes, two days ago was my twenty-fourth. I didn't forget. I was just engrossed in a Series 6 course for the past three days back at good ol' stinky UC Riverside. It was okay though because I learned a lot! They clarified many things that I had trouble with and also summarized a lot of the text book that I still haven't read. But that's over with now, so...

Yes! My birthday. And thank you to all of you who called or e-mailed me birthday wishes. Surprisingly, I received more this year than any other year. I felt the love. Thank you all so much for making my day. Now where are all'yar presents?

Alls I know is that I got myself a gift in part for 1) my birthday and 2) finishing that three day 8-hour-per-dia class. I went out and got Nintendogs for the Nintendo DS! I've been waiting for this game for ages it seems and it's finally out. They have three versions of the game, each with different sets of dog breeds. My favorite dogs are shiba inus and siberian huskies... and wouldn't you know it, those two dogs are on different sets. So I had to settle for my very favoritous, the shiba inu. This set also comes with labrador retrievers, miniature schnauzers, toy poodles (which look like burnt cinnamon sticks that have gone retarded), pembroke welsh corgis, and miniature pinschers.

Here's a picture of my shiba inu.

Her name is Nessa and she already knows how to sit and lie down. She plays well with other dogs too. We were just at the park playing frisbee.

Wow, doesn't this sound awkward. A grown 24 year old playing with a virtual dog.

Oh well. At least I'm not 25 yet. Man, that would suck.



Gotta walk the dog,

Ricky
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Spider Solitaire


If you've been reading up on my blog and have been diligently taking notes (by the way there will be a quiz next week), you know that I have no mercy for those poor spider souls who dare venture into my room. Once they step one foot into my domain, they suffer a most terrible fate.

Thus was the case this past couple of days for a couple of spiders.

Three days ago, a spider was spotted in the vicinity of the lower east corner of my room. Unhappy as a clam, I lunged for my old beanie baby protector container and placed it over the spider (whom I had named Aragog) on the ceiling. After a grueling waiting game, it finally investigated the bottom of the barrel and I capped the container, trapping him. He then sat on my bathroom counter for the next two days.

At the end of Aragog's solitary confinement, I found yet another spider on my ceiling. This one (whom I called Jimmy) was bigger and uglier. I took another beanie baby container and trapped it in the same way as the former.

Then, I wondered if Aragog and Jimmy would be interested in making friends, so I dropped Aragog in with Jimmy and the results were anything but chemistry.

Jimmy would frequently lunge for poor Aragog and Aragog would race to the top of the container (as Jimmy was too big and heavy to climb up the slick plastic). But later on, Aragog returned to the bottom and stood next to Jimmy. Then, in a zip of quickness, they both leapt at one another and were entangled in a giant ball of sixteen legs.

I had never seen two spiders fight in this way. I once trapped a spider and an ant under a My Little Pony box and watched as the spider ran away from the ant, terrified for its life. It even banged on the cellophane, pleading to escape the ant's wrath. True story.

I tried to channel a Footlocker employee and break up the two by shaking the container, but it seemed as if one had the other in a bite hold (which is clearly in violation of the Ultimate Arachnid Fighting Code of America).

The next evening, I investigated and found that Jimmy had indeed killed Aragog. Aragog looked dried out and half eaten while Jimmy appeared well-nourished, yet self-smug. I was pissed at Jimmy and decided that making him suffer was the only way to avenge Aragog's death. So, I shook up the container to knock him out. He appeared twisted and tangled at first, but walked away seemingly unharmed. But later on in the evening, during a break from studying, Jimmy looked as dried up and dead as Aragog.

I had done Aragog proud and both had proper burials at sea.



Hoping you glanced over the fact that I had beanie babies and My Little Ponies,

Ricky
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Summer's Gone By


Not that summer is any vacation or anything (it's just a very hot and muggy any-other-season), but it sure zipped by fast. Ask any of my cousins and they'll tell you that summer's going by way too fast (except for K-mart who gets an extra month of breaktime). For me, however, I'm still in a depressed state because this licensing exam is going to whoop my ass. I can't stop worrying about it, but I also can't focus on it. It's do or die time for this and I'm going down with the Titanic.

Thus, this explains why in the all important month of August, I've only had two blogs so far. You'd think the blog month of my birthday would reign supreme, but no. Each and every blog leading up to my September 12th exam will unfortunately be about preparing for the exam. Even the one on my birthday will be about the test. Mark my words.

And things at work are getting crazy. Co-worker Mike, whose job I am inheriting, will be leaving in two weeks which means I will have to actually take on his duties solo. That guy had like 6 different jobs and now guess who has to do them.

As if I didn't have enough on my plate, I'm organizing the group ticket sales of Thoroughly Modern Millie co-starring our own Prisoner Tribbiani. Get this... group tickets go on sale tomorrow, but he doesn't start rehearsals till August 22nd. The only tour stop in California will be in Palm Desert, which is muy far from here, but we can't miss it for the world. For Wicked, we had 25 people. This time we'll have close to 40 people. That is insane. That will be around $2,340 on my new Platinum card. Am I crazy for volunteering to handle these things? Yes.



Gotta study,

Ricky
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Bl-august Daze and That Damn Exam


Blargg, I'm bored. It's scorching and I'm cranky and I don't want to study.

Work is grillin' me. First pain is having to drive in to work now. We affixed a carpool of four individuals, including myself, and were each assigned to be the driver one week per month. Not such a bad deal, but traffic sucks a doobie.

Second pain is having to study! There so much to know for this licensing exam and I don't retain information as well as I used to. I hope I can just get through this. Then I'll never have to study again. Ever.

Usually I'm upbeat around this time. I've got my birthday coming up and my birthday and stuff. But I'm just not feeling it. It's because of this damn exam. So basically nothing can seem fine until I have taken and passed the test.

Don't you hate things piled up on your shoulders?



Wasting blog space,

Ricky
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