Well I really don't remember the last time I wrote anything. It's been a little too long. What can I say though? I just haven't been in a "typing random shit" kind of mood lately. But I think I'm starting to come around. Shit, I really have no clue where to begin. I guess I'll just start with Weeki Wachee, which I'm pretty sure I already talked about, but just for good measures I think I'll do it again. The entire weekend was about as great as a weekend can be. Judging from some of the pictures taken, It's a good thing there weren't any chicks there, or we'd definately have scared them away. Plus no one except Josh showered the entire time we were there. My brother and I showed up with about 120 drinks worth of beer taking into consideration the two 4-packs of Steel Reserve which is 8.9% alcohol. It's the "extra gravity lager." HAHAHA. No seriously though, a couple of those and you're straight. The 120 drinks we brought doesn't even account for the 1.75 of vodka we brought and drank half of too. About half way through the first movie Zoolander, we decided to order a couple pizzas from Little Caesar's since they now deliver to the river house, which no one has ever done before. In our drunken food frenzy we thought it a good idea to make fun of the "little caesar" character and draw degrading pictures all over the cover of the box. I hope to have the pictures, or at least some of them posted sometime in the next week. Probably won't happen for awhile though. At some point in the night Mike left his beer in the middle of the doorway and I kicked it over, which seeing as though I am "the dropper," he tried to blame it on me. I contested that fact however, and laid all the blame on him for leaving a beer in a completely absurd spot. No more than 10 minutes later he dropped a beer while sitting on the floor and thus claimed the crown as "the dropper" for this trip, a title I would take back just one night later. At some point Josh Arrived, I'm pretty sure the microwave said something like 12:30, but that clock was so far off no one can really be sure when he actually got there. At the time of his arrival though, Steven was already out and Mike, Collin, and I were in full fledged crazy mode. Madness ensued. At some point the camera was full and I had to turn on the laptop to upload all the pictures to make room for newer, better pictures. I was in no state to be working such a complicated piece of machinery and thus couldn't figure out how to copy and paste the files from one folder to another. It took me a good half hour to just get the pictures from the camera to the computer. God only knows how long it took put them in a seperate folder aptly named "Weeki Wachee Winter 2004." In fact, I don't think I ever figured it out, Mike had to. Yeah.
On the second day there Josh went to Walmart. After last year's near disaster when Collin got lost and I went berzerk yelling at random people, Josh wasn't going to take either of us with, but somehow we convinced him to let us tag along. We kept alot more calm this time, but believe me, my head was going about 200 miles per hour with ideas I was having to cause a scene. While there we bought another 3 suitcases of beer and Josh bought some pussy ass beer he likes and some bubba burgers which we grilled up on Sunday. Saturday night was absolutly nuts. At some point a parade of crazy asses on boats went through the river blaring some god awful Christmas music knockoffs which incuded the words "Weeki Wachee" instead of "Holly Jolly." All in all, that completely scared us, well me at least. Josh passed out before any of us, which was rather shocking considering he had the least to drink out of all of us, but I guess we're all just animals. After I passed out on the floor of the "bedroom" (I use the term loosely because there really isn't much of a door and without a door a room can't really be a bedroom) Mike and Collin thought it would be funny if I woke up and didn't have any pants on. They somehow got my boxers down to my ankles before I realized what was going on and started flipping out. I was extremely confused and pretty damn pissed about the whole thing, but as soon as they gave me my pants back all was forgiven. Little did I know the boxers were nowhere to be found. Turns out they were on top of Josh's head, he probably wouldn't like that very much. Saturday night was also when I dropped the "wallopping warhead" in the river when I was trying to set it up to light it. The water ruined the fuse and it was then rendered useless. I was once again "the dropper." A bunch more shit happened saturday that I will never understand, for instance, the grim memory of a vienna sausage tasting of barbeque sauce. I don't know what that was all about, and I probably enver will. It's probably better off staying that way.
Sunday Clay showed up and we grilled the bubba burgers on the George Foreman. It was more a day to recover from the previous two than to get sloppy drunk, so instead of pounding beers like a champ, I simply sipped on them all day. It was the windiest and coldest of the three days there, which made trying to light the now dried out "wallopping warhead" incredibly dificult. For starters the fuse was now only about half a centemeter long and the wind was far too strong to light it with a conventional flame, i.e. a lighter or matches, so Collin tried using a lit cigarette. This didn't really work either, plus the extreme wind had Josh scared that it was going to light one of the other houses on fire. That plan was quickly scrapped and we all retired to the house to watch Fight Club before Mike and I had to leave. The drive home was windy as hell. It was pushing the car around like crazy, but we still made it back just fine.
It was a great trip, got out of town for a few days, relaxed, partied, watched movies, ate some pizza, and just all around cleared my head. It's trips like this one that help me keep my sanity. This brings us to Monday, December 20. I had a Dr. appointment at 8 AM for my finger. I had rpeviously been told by that doctor that the finger was only sprained and that I need not worry about splinting it. I decided to go against his advice, and splinted the finger anyway. Well it turns out the finger was, in fact, broken and splinting it was a good idea. As of today I have one week left with the splint. Tuesday through Thursday of that week were extremely boring considering all I did was work and come back here to be alone because no one else was in town. Jimmy showed up Thursday night I think which made it slightly less crappy. Both of us had to work Christmas night and day, which thoroughly sucked ass. My family decided to come out Christmas eve and we had a nice dinner together and went to some random church for a Christmas service. I really don't remember the last time I had gone to church, which is pretty sad, but I guess I was glad to have gone.
After getting out of work Christmas day, I hauled ass home and got prepared for the journey Kate and I were about to embark on. 1,800 miles across 5 states from Plant City to El Paso. The trip began at 6:03 AM eastern time on December 26 and didn't end until 7:30 AM Mountain time the following day. It was 28 1/2 hours of driving, dogs going nuts, and turkey sandwiches. The winds in northern Florida were pretty bad. At some points it felt like the car was going to be pushed off the road, but we still made it none the less. Some of the highways in Lousiana were iced over which slowed traffic to a crawl and really pissed both Kate and I off. Things were going smooth until Just about 50 miles from Houston a car in front of us slammed on the brakes so I had to slam on the brakes too. Doughnut had been laying on top of a bunch of boxes in the back of the car. All of a sudden a pile of stuff comes flying from the back and lands on the bag of doritos which had been in the center console inbetween the two front seats. The pile started to wiggle around and from under a towel, doughnut stuck her face out. She had crushed the chips, but it was alright just as long as she wasn't hurt. It was pretty funny actually. Kate and I later stopped to get some grub at a Chilis about 50 miles past San Antonio. I had the buffalo chicken sandwich, the ace in the hole. We contemplated stopping for the night, but instead decided to burn straight through the night. Red and Blue lights at mile marker 212 put a damper on the drive. Less than 200 miles from our destination and I get a bullshit ticket at a time when the speed limit should have been different. Texas sucks ass as far as I'm concerned because of their two speed limits for different times of day. Bullshit. Anyway after getting there it was freaking freezing and I took a piss on a sidewalk at a crowded rest stop. The steam rising up from the puddle was amazing to me in my tired state. After getting there we walked the dogs and slept from 8 to 1 in the afternoon. 5 hours was plenty of rest for me.
That night we had dinner at Kat's family's house since she was moving to Oregon the next day and then went bowling. I got my ass handed to me. It didn't start out like that. I had bowled a couple strikes and was hanging in the lead with my sister, but the damn slippery ass floor fucked me, fucked oe good. I bowled a strike, but crossed the foul line so it didn't count. First of all, the only reason I crossed the foul line was because the floor was so slippery that I nearly busted my ass hardcore everytime I threw the damn ball. Second, the foul line shouldn't count except i tournament play, no one really cares when it's just friends goofing around. That whole thing threw my whole game off and so I finished a full 50 pins behind my sister, who bowled LEFT HANDED because of her right arm being jacked up. She beat us all by alot.
For now I'm going to have to take a break, I've been typing for quite awhile and I just need to go watch some TV or something. Back later with the rest of my christmas break.
The day began at 9:07 AM when my first alarm went off. While it officially began at 12:00 AM with me looking for a class to swap out with self defense (don't ask me why I ever signed up for that shit), I consider anything before the time I went to bed as yesterday. Some time after I found a sociology class with the easiest teacher ever, Nathan and I began to watch Eyes Wide Shut on HBO. What a freaking crazy ass movie that was. So after 2 hours and 39 minutes of the piece of Stanley Kubrick Crap, I went to sleep some time after 4:00 AM. The alarm on my phone went off at 9:07, an early warning that I was going to have to get up today. I quickly shut it off and went back to sleep only to be awakened by the sound of a different ring coming from my phone a little after 10:00 AM, the sound made when a call is being recieved. "What the hell?" I thought to myself as I reached for the phone. It was a 407 number that I didn't recognize, so I knew it wasn't from anyone I knew. I quickly shut the fan off and answered. It was Jeanne from Red Bull. She questioned me briefly about the content of my application to work with the Red Bull Mobile Energy Team and then invited me to an audition being held Friday (actually today now) at 2:00 in the Student Union. Already knowing 3 people on the Tampa Team I quickly called Austin Powell. He told me just to be outspoken, remember everyone's names, and volunteer for everything before anyone else. This would be a great way to kick off the new year. I would get a pay increase to $10 dollars an hour and wouldn't have to wear that gay vest from Walgreen's anymore either. Man I really want this job and I really really hope I get it. It would set the tone for a good year ahead I think if I were to be hired. Well that's about it for now. Next time I think I'll get around to finishing my chronicles of chrismtas break story. Later!!!!
Well, it's been a year since I followed my brother's lead and decided that I too need to leave my mark all over this great concept of human engineering known as the internet. I'd say my site has come a long way. No one has been reading this shit since last April, so I'm in a bit of a cold streak, but I can just feel it. One of these dayse I'm gonna be bigger than google. And then five or 6 minutes later I'll get hit by a bus, thrown off a cliff down a cactus covered hill, rolled through a scrap metal yard, and finally land on a nice pile of soft pillows. Too bad the pillows will be on fire so I'll be completely incinerated. But for that brief time, I'll be the talk of the town in Internet land. I really don't have the kind of time needed to finish my thrilling story known as "The Chronicles of Christmas Break," or I would do that, believe me I want to get it done with and end the suspence for all of my loyal reader(s???). I didn't get the job working for Red Bull, so I'm kinda bummed about that. Not really because I didn't get that job, but more so because I am still at Walgreen's. I'm going home tomorrow right after work so I can get my pots and pans and hang out with my Family since I don't have school on Monday. We'll see when I get back here. I'm all of a sudden very tired. I still need to take a shower. Maybe I should do that, then finish this entry.....
Ok. I just took a shower and washed my shoes because earlier I was running in the rain and rolled my ankle and got shit all over the side of my shoes which really pissed me off. They're all nice and clean now though, so that's cool. My ankle hurt like a bitch right when it happened, but like 30 seconds later it was fine, no shit. My candle is looking pretty sad right about now, I might have to fuck with the wax a little more. Damnit, I'm all clean and teeth brushed and everything and now I can't sleep. Fuck it. I have to.
So early this morning at around 3 AM I decided to go to bed. Seeing as though I had a phone interview for Towne Park at 8 AM and class at 9:30, It was probably the right decision to make. For some reason that has yet to come to me, I turned the tv on and, as if by instinct, turned to USA network, which just happened to be showing Sudden Death, the crappy ass Jean Claude Van Damme movie about the '92 Stanley Cup Finals in which someone tries to blow up the Igloo in Pittsburgh. While the movie makes it seem that the Blackhawks acutally had a chance of winning this series, they were in fact swept in 4 straight games. I will give this movie props though, for using actual NHL players, and I'm assuming, actual NHL footage from file in their movie. Since there probably won't be any NHL action going on for quite awhile, I was greatful to see it in this shit heap of a film.
Yeah, anyway. I'm rockin to some Pennywise right now, hardcore. It's really what I'm in the mood for hearing right now. The afore mentioned 8 AM phone interview with Towne Park went fairly well, I'd like to think anyway. Holy crap, the "random hoser of the day" can now be found HERE. You can thank my brother for that one, not sure how the hell he found that guy, but doesn't he kinda look like Neil Diamond??? YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT HE DOES! Anyway. I hope that I get this job so I can leave Walgreen's forever. I'd certainly be making alot more than I am now, and possibly even meet some new cool people or something. For now, I've got to piss, shit, and brush my teeth, then hit the sack and have wonderful dreams about evil leprechauns and beautiful women.
So it's been awhile again since I last wrote anything. There were quite a few weirdos hanging out here earlier this weekend. Nathan's friend Larry and some of his friends. Man, what a bunch of weirdos. They sucked all kinds of ass at poker too. Nathan and I cleaned up on them, wasn't even a challenge. Pretty much the ugliest group of people ever assembled too. I mean damn, I've seen some ugly people in my day, but as a collective group, they made me look like a movie star by comparrison. Not very personable either. Anyway, back to the point. Me.
So I missed turning my first assignment of the semester in because I slept through the class when it was assigned. I'm a big dope. Watched a movie about a midgett who loves trains last night in Comp 2, this one guy from some TV show was in it, he was freakin hilarious. Have to write an essay in class next week on it, shouldn't be too hard to get a good grade on that one. Also took my first quiz of the semester last night. Hopefully i aced that biotch, btu I probably screwed up somewhere and won't get a 100 on it. Eatin a quesadilla right now. Boy is this mother delicious. I really need to get around to finishing the story of my Christmas break. Not that anyone is gonna read it, but it's nice to have a record of the stupid shit I've done. Sour cream is delicious. Realyl accentuates the deliciousness of the quesadilla.
I need to find out the next time I work, not because I'm excited to go to work or anything, but damn am I ever broke. Played some poker the last two nights, not for money or anything, but just for fun. It appears the only time I can play worth a damn is when I have the tuque and Jimmy's aviator classes on. I'm unstoppable in those things, unfortunately I can't tell the difference between the green and blue chips most of the time so I have a tendency to mix them together and then bet too big when I don't want to, but still, undefeated while wearing the tuque and the glasses. Gonna try and keep that streak going next time we play. Maybe we should all throw a couple bucks in next time. More than 1, but less than 5. yeah, that sounds like a good idea. For now, I'm gonna go watch the tennis match that I already know the outcome to. PEACE BIOTCH!
