I’m at my father’s house this weekend. I’m going to go fix Lori’s modem in exchange (hopefully) for some more milk. I didn’t call her until today to let her know I was coming. Here is the milk I got last week. It was fantastic! I haven’t had milk in months, I felt very lucky.

Zach just left to go back home. We had a wonderful time. We went to the hotsprings, played frisbee, went skiing, play a lot of magic, played some duris, and went to the Franti & Spearhead concert! It was a blast, and I’m thinking Zach had a good time, hopefully I’ll get to see more of him. He brought four magic decks with him, a blue pinger deck, a red creature deck, a green lifespring deck, and a black rat deck. We had a freakin blast. I haven’t played magic in such a long time, so many memories!

The batch of kimchi I made and blogged was done last week, I’ve since eaten most of it, and gave a jar to Rachel. Also I made another batch which did Not turn out and needs to be thrown away. It didn’t ’sink’ properly, it made me very sad =(
here me pulling off the rotten layer of cabbage on the surface, and the gold underneath is kimchi.

Here is it packed into mason jars and ready to refrigerate!
Dad is working on a saltwater aquarium, it’s really gorgeous. He has put several large hunks of ‘living rock’ inside. Living Rocks are big hunks of magma rock that someone lays in the ocean for several years until it becomes teeming with life. Then they take them and put them into a saltwater tank, and the rock transformer the tank environment with a perfect mixture of ambient bacterias, creatures, microbes, and creepy crawlies…He is really excited about it and is having lots of fun. Here is a photo of the top tank.(he’s got a really complex multi-tank system planned).

Mariah came back from spring break on thursday. Friday night I was terrible. We went over to spend the last night out with Hailey and Tyler before Hailey has to go back. We played some egyptian rat screw and watched Pan’s Labyrinth. When we got home, I wasn’t acting very well. I was frustrated with Mariah and I wasn’t capable of communicating with her.
It was invariably about sex. I hadn’t seen her for a week…and it really is the only night we’d have the time, I was leaving for my father’s the next morning, and the following week was already busy and picking up momentum. It’s really terrible…why am I not capable of just asking her for sex? Is it just the plain truth of that statement, I’m embarrassed to have to ASK someone for sex. Even if it’s the woman I sleep with? I couldn’t even talk with her about it. I just became more and more frustrated and indecipherable. I don’t get it, I was just too afraid to talk to her, and yet I want it all the more badly. Eventually…late late into the night, we did start to talk.
It’s so easy for me to think well…”Why doesn’t she want me?” or “Why is she leading me on like this?”…and as fast as they crop up, I cut those ones down with “Why are you putting the blame on her?” and “She’s perfectly fine, it’s YOU who can’t handle it.”
Pretty soon I’m getting trampled into the wooden floorboards by legions of hellishly brutal idioms, shouting out all the more intricately and vengefully by the moment.
To Mariah, this is Jared being silent. He doesn’t respond to what she says, he’s quiet. To Jared, this is War. And He’s just scrapping for survival, being clawed and shoved down to the bleeding bottom of the list.
I do not want to continue living like this. It hurts me. Mariah is unfailingly patient with me, but it is not pleasant for either of us. I’m not certain what to do. By the time it hits me, I’m toast…avoidance or prevention even are the shiny words here, but now I actually have to use them. Can anyone out there help me? Please? I know I have to help myself first. But I’m asking anyway. In addition.
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