My lack of sleep

As I'm starting to write this I am thinking to myself why I am writing instead of actually getting some sleep, maybe I should stop and go to sleep here at my desk.....nope, I've gone too far. It's a funny thing when your body has been sleep deprived for so long, at one point you get used to it, but slowly you begin to feel the effects of it. Most people get pissed and have some problems functioning when they only get 6 or so hours of sleep. Me...I am averaging somewhere between 3-4 hours a night, the nights that I actually go to sleep. Generally three or so days a week I don't even go to bed, whether it is because I just can't go to sleep or if I am too paranoid about not waking up for work or school. Anyway, like I said before it starts to get to you if it goes on for too long and I have been in this cycle for approx. 4-5 years now so yeah.....Lets just say that I am feeling the effects full force. Sucks for me, but some of the "incidents" are good for a quick laugh. For example, On Monday I sat through almost an entire Ethics class before finally realizing that I don't have an Ethics class. I even took notes and didn't realize that I was in the wrong classroom. I was curious why the teacher kept looking at me weird...I thought she was crazy :). The thing that finally made me notice that I had been in the wrong class was one of the people who is normally in my class walked by and noticed I was sitting in the room taking notes and I looked over and saw him and after a few seconds of pondering I realized what happened. Oh well, at least I have some notes for when I actually do have an Ethics class. This is just one example of my absent mindedness. There have been others that have happened, but lets just say that, well, I just don't want to mention them, enough said. Actually just now I realized that I should have clocked out of work about an hour ago.....go me. Ok, well I am going to go home now and sleep.....ah who am I kidding, I'll sleep in a few years....

My Voting Record

So today is election day and I am happy yet sad at the same time about this. Happy that these 2 years of campaigning are finally over, but sad that it looks like Barack Obama is going to win. Why does this make me sad, well, I get this urge to punch myself in the face every time I hear Obama speak and when he wins I'll have to hear his bullshit practically everyday...Looks like I'll be having a black eye for a few years. Other reasons as to why...well I don't really feel like writing them down right now simply because just thinking about these things makes me want to do what....that's right, punch myself in the face. Man, if I want to live through the next few years I may have to live in a hole for a while, oh wait, I guess once Obama completely wrecks the economy worse than it already is I'll probably be living in one anyway. That’s what I call being ahead of the game. I wonder how well wallpaper sticks to cardboard, hmmm....Anyway I am curious as to why people are actually voting for Obama. Every person I have talked to about it, with the exception of one, hasn't had a reason past "He speaks all pretty like". Hell, I could buy, err...I mean win...a presidential election too if I had infinite money and all I ever said was, "Hope", "Change", and "Yes We Can". I'd have every person with an IQ less than 80 waving my colors...this sounds really familiar....I will give Obama the fact that he does give a good speech, mainly because he doesn't mention anything worthwhile, but good speeches none the less. Funny thing about that though, you know who else gave good speeches.....Hitler, that’s right, I said it, and we all know how that turned out for the world. We'll see what happens to all of his "promises" when the shit really hits the fan. We’ll see if he can bullshit his way out of some of those situations, actually he might be able to knowing the intelligence of some of these other dumbass leaders. Ha-ha...does anyone remember those "eye messages" that your teachers taught you in middle school? You know, the whole "I feel bad, when you hit me, and I want you to stop" bullshit that you were supposed to say to a bully. Did that ever actually work for anyone, seriously...I tried it once and I got laughed at and then punched in the face. I get punched in the face by other people sometimes too, not just by myself. After switching strategies on this kid, one day I decided "eye for an eye" instead of the "eye messages". He flicked me in the back of the head a couple of times so I tipped his desk over and kicked him in the face a few times...he never did anything to me again and actually we became friends later. So maybe Obama just needs to get "punched in the face" a few times and he will come to his senses. One thing I do feel like mentioning about Obama's policies is what he plans to do for the college education system. I honestly thought that he was going to have a good plan for it since the Dems generally do have better education plans, but I read up on his and well, I think we all know by now what I did to myself....He wants to make the students work even more in order to get grants and scholarships from the government. Like most students don't already have enough of a workload. Most of us have 6 or so hour’s worth of class a day, and then generally before or after that 5-8 hours’ worth of work every day and that barely gets us by. Now Obama wants to make students perform hours of community service in order to get the government grants. Yay, more of a workload, it won't really matter for me though since I can't get any grants anyway due to mom and dad making too much money, it's not like I've been living on my own for four years or anything, but whatever.....................................................................................Sorry, had to punch myself a few times for all of that. Thats my rant, had to do it, mainly because I'm bored as hell, but had to none the less. But for any of you Obama supporters reading this, please put down your pop up book for a second and go to a corner to think about what you've done. :)

Well I just looked at the election map again and if Obama takes Florida and Ohio, which it looks like he will, then he has a definite win. I wonder if I can afford to just stay drunk for four years...that may help with the pain.

My Poorly Timed Reaction

So as I am sure everybody knows by now that the Browns made the Giants their bitch. I mean 35-14...that had to be embarassing for the so called "best team in the league" and to boot the Browns hurt Eli Manning in the process. Now I'm not going to talk about how awesome it was seeing as though it is clearly obvious that it was one of the greatest things ever...instead lets discuss the fact that this game was being played during my math class. You know the internet is a good tool, but it can also be a complete disaster at the wrong times. Thanks to a little site called nfl.com I was watching the play by play throughout the class. Now I generally get excited every time the Browns do anything good, but when they kick ass the way that they did I get, what some would say, overly excited. After every interception or touchdown they made I did some sort of hand motion or yelled "yeah" or any other phrase someone would yell during a football game. The problem, was of course that this was happening during class and everytime it happened everyone got quiet and looked at me like I was crazy. The teacher however took a different approach and thought that I was just really excited about the math he was teaching. No joke, he thought I was just really psyched for math class so after I would say "yeah" or something of the sort he would give a fist pump or something and say "yeah" as well. It was funny as hell. At one point I even said something like "suck on that Giants" and I don't know if he just didn't hear the Giants part or what, but he just kept on truckin. At this point the other students had figured out that I was watching the play by play on my laptop, but he was still oblivious. When the finish finally came I actually stood up, clapped my hands rather loudly and then said something that shouldn't be uttered in the class room. Yes...I dropped the F-Bomb in class. I was too excited to censor myself so I just yelled "F*** Yeah!" as I stood up and clapped. At this point the teacher finally looked at my screen and saw the game. I thought I was going to be in trouble, but he wasn't mad...honestly he looked sad. Him thinking that I was crazy psyched for math made his day and when he saw my screen it ruined it. I would feel bad, but the Browns won so who cares. I wonder if this will affect my grade.....

Oh and sorry for not writing more often, I know it seems like I say that I will be able to write more after this, but afterwards something always happens and I can't. Well now I got a job at the school and should have some time at the school with nothing to do so there should be more writing s to follow soon, so keep posted.

My AAA Experience

I have dealt with AAA before and it has never been "pleasent", but this most recent time was, for lack of a better word, atrocious. It all started when I pulled into Wendy's to get some delicious food and it was delicious. That actually put the topper on what was a pretty good day, but what happens when I go to start my car....Nothing. And when your trying to start your car, if nothing happens, then that is a very bad thing as most of you probably know. Yet when I pulled the key out of the ignition there was a rapid clicking sound coming from underneath the steering wheel. "Well that can't be good" I thought to myself...and then the car caught on fire. Okay I made the fire part up, that actually would have been a lot cooler than what really happens. At least then there would have been a huge fire, which fire is always cool :). But anyway, the clicking would stop after a few minutes, but every time I tried to start the car again the clicking started again. No big deal, I called my firend and he came down with some jumper cables to try and give me a jump. Well that didn't help at all and only seemed to make the clicking even louder. Now I'm starting to get a little upset since my car is rather new and I have taken good care of it. So I call AAA and after about 15 minutes of answering and re-answering a bunch of stupid questions they finally say they will send a tow truck out to tow me in anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. Not too bad, and they showed up in about 30 minutes. I was actually a little relieved at this point since I figured I could soon go home, but there's no way I would be let off that easy. This particular tow truck was a flatbed tow truck and in order to get the car onto the flatbed you had to be able to put it in neutral. Guess what my car wouldn't do...thats right, it couldn't shift into neutral so this tow truck was completely useless. Yay for me. So the tow truck guy calls AAA back and puts in a new request for me. Great another 30 minutes to an hour wait before I can go home...or so I thought. 3 hours later there is still no tow truck. So I call AAA again and ask them what was going on with my request and apparently they decided not to put in another request when the tow truck guy called, so I had been waiting there for nothing. So this guy puts in a repeat request for a tow truck. At this point I am somewhere between pissed off and really pissed off. An hour and a half later I am beyond really pissed and ready to kill someone. Then I call AAA again and they assured me that a tow truck should have been there by now. While I was talking to them the tow truck finally pulled in. The tow truck guy told me that he had just gotten the call about 20 minutes ago, I hate AAA. The dumbest part of the whole thing was that the place I was having it towed to was about 150 yards away. So I waited a total of somehwere around 5 hours just to have my car towed less than a mile down the road. I wish it would have actually caught on fire, at least then I bet a tow truck would have made it there a lot sooner. All it turned out to be was a shorted out battery...I hate my life. lol.

My Favorite Movie........Ever!!!

I can't believe I haven't written anything about this yet. It may just be the greatest movie of all time and I haven't posted a single thing about it. For those of you who don't know what movie I am talking about, let me enlighten you...The Dark Knight. This movie is seriously the best thing I have ever seen. I have never been this excited to see a movie in my life. Upon seeing the movie for the first time I actually cried at the end, not because it was sad, but because I was so happy. Every time the joker popped up on the screen I would actually start shaking with excitement over what kind of crazy shit he was gonna do. Anyway, The movie is freakin awesome. I have seen it 4 times so far and plan on seeing it atleast one more time, maybe two....or three who knows! For those of you who haven't seen it...shame on you and if you don't see it soon I will find you and lets just say that I'm gonna "put a smile on that face". So go see it or face the consequences :). But seriously it is a really good movie, even if your not a batman fan which is pretty much impossible cause not liking batman is BLASPHEMY!!! So go see it if you haven't yet and go see it again if you have, you won't be disappointed. Thats it for now, stay tuned for some stories later this week though, jnust didn't have time to write them today. Keep it loco people.

My Warped Mind

Sorry for the lack of posting, but the last month has been completely crazy. I had two of the hardest classes that I have had so far and I have had to deal with a ton of student council stuff. I just finishes this semester though, so for the time being I am free!!! I was originally pretty scared that I wouldn't get very good grades in my two programming classes, but as it turns out, I just might end up with an A in both. Hoo-Rah!!! Yes, this does mean that I am better than you...don't be upset it is just the natural order of things. :). It actually makes me kind of sad since I thought that my projects and everything were pretty lame, and yet I still got the best grades in the class. Maybe I have finally found what I am supposed to do. Anyway, enough about me being far superior to the rest. On a side note I was unlucky enough to watch the rocky horror picture show last night...well, part of it since I had to keep leaving since it was making me sick. Seriously, that movie is one of the nastiest movies I have ever seen. Why would people willingly watch that....WHY!!! So I didn't sleep much last night since I was cringing every time I closed my eyes because every time I did all I saw was parts of the movie. That movie has seriously messed up my mind permanently...what a shame. Anyway, if anyone reading this likes that movie...then I am ashamed of you...that is all.... :)

My Ended Perfection

Well, its over...my streak of near perfection has been halted by a single test. I got the lowest grade I have gotten this entire time...a 79%. My life is over :). Wow, imagine if I actually thought like that. Don't get me wrong I am pissed, but it is my fault so thats thats. honestly I think it is kind of a relief. I was trying so hard to be pretty much perfect that I was becoming a stuck up a$$hole. Its good to be normal again...maybe now I will be able to get some sleep at night. the weirdest thing has been happening to me though when I sleep. See the class I am having slight problems in is my C++ programming and coding class. So when I dream at night now...I dream in code.........how messed up is that. Its like being stuck in the matrix...except I don't know Kung Fu. If you ask me I got screwed hardcore in this situation. Anyway, thats all I got for now. time to write my 7 page speech for class tomorrow :(.

My Student Council

So, yeah...for some reason I decided to run for student council at school and...holy shit, I won. Who would have seen that coming. So now I actually have to get involved with school matters; what was I thinking :). It shouldn't be too bad though, maybe I can actually make a difference in the other students lives........HAHAHA, oh god I actually had myself going there. Me make a difference in someone elses life, I don't think that will ever happen. Honestly the best part is going to be messing with the school faculty and such. the last thing they should have ever done was give the students a possibly powerful voice. Since this is the first student council at this school we might be able to really raise some hell. I think that is what I am excited about. Hell, I might even run for the president of the council....naaahhh, I'm not that ambitious. Well, I just thought I would let everyone know that I am in the student council, see I'm not a complete screw up as previously thought. lol. Now back to more programming homework.......yay....

My Tijuana...Part Dos

As some of you might already know I recently visited Tijuana again. It's funny how I keep going back there seeing as though the city itself scares the shit out of me, but what can I say...Scooter is a very persuasive person. Ok so maybe all he had to say was that we should go to Tijuana and I was already packed within the next few minutes, but I like to pretend that it is his fault. Makes me feel better at the end of the night and as we all pretty much know blaming Scooter for things just makes the rest of our lives easier and funnier most of the time. Now I wasn't able to carve an "S" into anything, but just saying it works for me.
Anyway, back to the trip...I didn't fly this time since it was going to be a few hundred dollars to fly back and forth from Phoenix to San Diego. Screw that...so I just drove. It was only about a 5 hour drive so it wasn't too bad. So I arrive in San Diego and then Scooter and I get a hotel room close to the border so we don't have to walk very far. After that we head on over into the land of oppurtunities...wait a minute...that doesn't sound right....oh well. Then we walk the maze to get into Mexico and I saw something that I truly never expected to. I always knew there were huge lines to get out of mexico, but I never thought there would be so many people trying to get into Mexico. The highway was backed up as far as I could of people waiting to cross the border into Mexico. Who would have thought. So we finally make it into Tijuana...ah the smell of sweet...um, well I guess I wouldn't call it sweet by any means, smells more like rotten eggs mixed with indian food. yeah that seems about right. You get used to it though so it's not so bad after a while. We went in rather early this day and honestly things don't really pick up until later at night so we just wondered around for a little while, watched some of the basketball games at a sports/betting bar until it was time to start the real fun. At the beginning of the day Scooter promised me that this time would be bigger, better, and last pretty much until whenever we wanted. I was psched, especially since, in Tijuana, there is no last call. Which, to me, is one of the greatest things I had ever heard. Normally I would get pissed around 2 o'clock because the bars would kick everyone out, not here though. So the night progressed rather well, Scooter and I were drinking and chilling in one of the clubs and then something awesome happened. We were sitting at a booth when all of the sudden the song "eye of the tiger" comes on. Then a girl in boxing gloves and a dude that, I assume, they pulled from the audience also came down with boxing gloves. They were about to throw down on the stage and it was going to be awesome. I figured it would be like they would both kind of be throwing punches, but that was not the case. This girl was vicious she went after him like he had just stolen some of her $1's from her thong. It was awesome watching this girl beat the shit out of that guy, I'm not sure why, but it was definitely cool.
The night was getting a little late and we were getting, at least, kind of drunk. We stayed for a little while longer and after witnessing some very drunk guy fall all the way down a spiral staircase and then proceeding to laugh in his face it was time to go. When wa;king out Scooter showed me what is commonly known as the "Wall of Shame" in which prostitutes are lined up every couple of feet for an entire block and when you are walking down the sidewalk they make this Tsssh Tsssh sound...It was a little creepy, b ut at the same time hilarious. I know, I'm a bad person, deal with it. We got back to the hotel to pass out for a while. This was the end of night one...one more to go

The second night(Saturday) ended up being just as good as the first, actually even better. We got straight into it this night and went right to the club called "Hong Kong" which is the one where the boxing had taken place. This had become mine and Scooters favorite place and will probably be the main place we go to from now on, that is if we get to go again. I had decided this night that I was going to get wasted since I didn't quite make it there the previous night. So I was drinking a lot and it was good. So also a lot of things from that night are somewhat of a blur, I remember most, it's just that some of the details aren't really there. I do remember sitting with a girl for a while and at one point buying her a stuffed animal. I think it was a pink cat or something like that. Why...what can I say...Jager. just kidding, it was all of the crazy mexican beer, that stuff messed with my head. At this point in the night though I probably qould have done anything for this girl seeing as though I was tipsy and she was probably one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen. A deadly combination to say the least, but it was fun and to me that is what was important. That and the fact that Scooter payed for most of the stuff...You rock Scooter, hopefully next time I will be able to buy more stuff on my own. Anyway at one point Scooter went to the sports bar to check the scores of the game. Somehow in that time the girl I was with somehow got me to dance...oh wait, I know how...I was drunk...and by now everyone should know that I have a tendency to dance when drunk. The funny part was that she was rather short and of course I am rather tall. I would say that she was about 5'1" or so, so I was over a foot taller than her, which honestly, I used to at this point in my life. She got a little tired of it so I just pretty much carried her around for the remainder of the dancing, worked out for both of us that way niether of us felt awkward. So anyway Scooter finally came back from the other bar. At this time we had to go since Scooters train or shuttle was going to be leaving in a half hour and we were still deep in Tijuana. On the way out it was awesome because right on the sidewalk there was just some dude sleeping. Not up against the wal or surrounded by boxes...he was just spralled out across the walkway like he was drun k and couldn't make it home. The best part was that everyone just walked right by or even just stepped over him not giving it a second thought. Me and Scooter had a good laugh at that one. After making it to the border and accidentally speaking some spanish to the gurad I was finally let through and we made it home. Well, I did, Scooter caught his train and was off...I went to the hotel and passed out.
Mexican Beer...$3...Cover charge...$4...stuffed animal you bought for a girl at a club...$6.....Having the time of your life....Priceless. Thanks again Scooter, whenever your ready to go back, you know where to find me.

My Aunts Challenge

I know the last post was a more serious blog, but I need some serious blogging every once in a while...only so many funny things happen to me. Future events may prove to provide some stories. Heres some key words; Wedding and free boos...what could go wrong...a lot of things thats what. I am looking foward to it though, getting to hang out and drink with the family. I have never been to a bachelors party before so that better be sweet or I will be pissed...if there is even going to be one. If not...still going out that Friday and no one will stop me. I haven't been to many weddings either and even though most of the people reading this will experience it first hand, I'm sure there will be something happen that only me and a couple others might see. And when that time comes I will be here to tell the world and maybe provide some picture evidence.

Oh, and on a more personal note to a certain relative of mine...who needs sleep these days...I haven't truly slept in years. Trying to play mind games with me "Aunt". Bring your worst cause I accept your challenge. You want a war, I'll give you a war...I was BORN...FOR IT! Pssh...trying to mess with my mind, HA! Did you forget who my mother is? She once made me cry just by looking at me, oh yeah, true story. And I was 17 at the time...She is the master of mind games, or at least she can be when she wants to. Just remember that she is my mother and I had to have inherited at least some of her psych abilities. That mixed with dad's messed up mind, forget about it. :) So as they say in video game world...It is on like Donkey Kong...

My Changing Behavior

So, judging from my title I assume most of you are curious as to how I have been acting obnoxious. As I have mentioned before, since moving out here to Arizona I have had a behavior shift from Nice guy, well....kind of nice guy, to almost complete asshole. I have become someone who does not censor and doesn't hold anything back and I am not proud of that....well, I'm a little proud. If you knew me really at all back in Athens you knew that I had a tendency to kind of wear my emotions right out there on my sleeve, but now lets just say that I don't have any sleeves anymore. I am cased in armor that I thought would never be cracked, by anyone or anybody. I held everything in keeping everyone at a distance no matter how much I may have cared for them. My armor...thats all I needed since I have been in Arizona. That may be one of the reasons why I haven't made many friends down here and why some people seem to be, well...scared of me. I can kind of see that...6' 4", 250 lbs., practically no hair left, and one of the whitest people on the planet...honestly I'm a little scared of myself when I look in the mirror. If only I had a cool scar on my face that would seal the deal. Everybody here already thinks that I am in the mob so that helps. Anyway, it was like I refused to let anyone get close to me. I even started distancing myself from everyone back home that I had known for years. I don't even know why, but I did and it should have been killing me, but I had my armor so I felt nothing. That was until a couple of weeks ago when my so called "armor" was cracked. Not just a little crack either, I'm talking like a huge gash. Like I was hit with.......a bus. Theres no stopping that, no matter how hard I tried. You get hit with a "bus" and your going down. And as much as it hurts I welcome the change with open arms. It truly is amazing what a single person can do for you. That whole "life changing" experience can actually happen. I don't lknow if it was for better or for worse yet, but only time can tell that. And don't get me wrong...my armor may be cracked and fading, but the cynical asshole will always remain. That has become a part of me and who I am. Hopefully that part will be a little more....careful with what it says so I don't frighten people away anymore. I just hope that now that my armor is cracked that I won't get hit by another bus cause I don't know if I will be able to make it through another one. I do still blame Phoenix for changing me though. As one of my friends from Athens has pointed out it changed me for the better, but at the same time another part of me was getting worse. I guess that an exchange that had to happen. So when I see everyone again in August, expect someone a little different than before...In more ways than one. Oh, and by the way.....I still enjoy kool-Aid...That will never change...ever.

My Return

I know I know...I haven't written anything in a pretty long time and it's starting to seem like I start every entry with this, but I am going to try and write more often. We'll just have to wait and see if it sticks this time. One of the reasons is that I haven't really had anything cool or funny happen to me recently. Everything has been pretty blah for the most part. I did get to go home over Spring Break which was nice and was definitely needed. When stressed out nothing relieves it better than going out with friends and getting stupid for a few hours. Heres a question for you guys...have you ever been so intoxicated that you can't close your eyes cause you'll start to feel dizzy and vomit so instead you just sit in a chair holding a glass of water staring at a lamp for about an hour until you can finally close your eyes without getting dizzy? Oh come one, I know some of you have. Honestly I could have been more intoxicated too, this was a "light" night you could say. Being poor definitely has its advantages since it's hard to buy drinks when you don't have any money. I blame my drunkeness on one drink though. There is one drink that is the root of all evil when it comes to drinking.....Jager. I could be sober as a bird and then I take a shot of this stuff and all hell breaks loose and the problem is that it tastes so gooood. You guys know what I'm talking about, don't deny it.

Anyway, enough about my drunken mishaps. What to talk about......Well shit, I don't think I have anything else worth mentioning, well nothing amusing anyway. For those of you who care, I met a girl while I was home. I had known her for a litte while before, but she is cool so there is that I guess. I am still not a big fan of Phoenix and don't think I ever will be. Honestly I can't wait until I'm done with school so I can get the hell outta here. Holy shit it's starting to get crazy hot here again already. Global Warming is, for lack of a better word, Bitch slapping Arizona. I found out yesterday that it might reach triple digits this weekend. It's only April...I don't want to go through the summer time again. The pavement seriously gets so hot that the bottom of your shoes will start to melt if you stand in one place too long. No joke...My poor tennis shoes...may you rest in peace. Anyway, I have to go to class so I will hopefully have another post up later this week.

My Run in with Security

Okay so I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, but once again I have been crazy busy so BACK OFF!!! I write when I can and lately it has been tough. My last post though I mentioned a story about my run in with security, well here is the story...

I was at work, just a normal folding clothes, kissin customer A$$, dealing with assholes, oh and did I mention folding clothes. This is pretty much what I do from day to day. Sounds like an awesome life right, well it would seem that it is actually eating my soul, but that's neither here nor there. The real story here is how I came pretty damn close to getting arrested by Law Enforcements "D" student...the mall security guard. As I said before I do hate my job and it can get rather dull and annoying. Did I mention that I fold clothes all day...oh well, anyway I look for excitement anywhere that I can get it. An opportunity for some came one day a couple weeks ago and I made sure that I wasn't going to let it slip away. You see These two women were freaking out inside the store because they couldn't find one of their bags from the Rainforest Cafe gift shop. Apparently this had like a $10 t-shirt in it so it was imperative that they find it. I helped look because , well, It got me away from folding clothes for a few minutes. None of us found it though so one of the two ladies left the store to retrace her steps throughout the rest of the mall. The other one bought her stuff and then proceeded to walk out of the store as well. Just then I spotted the missing bag. So I grabbed it and ran outside the store. I had no idea which way the lady went until another customer that had also helped looked for the bag told me which way she went. Now technically I am not allowed to leave the store since, well, I was the only one there, but screw that this was my chance for some excitement and boy did I need it. So I hesitated for a second and then I took the bag and sprinted down the mall. Now put this image through your head. I now have a shopping bag in my hand and I am sprinting down the mall, how would this look to you. Apparently to everyone else around me it looked like I had taken someones bag and was trying to run away with it. Next thing I know I hear whistles blowing and people yelling "stop" and "Hold it right there". It didn't strike me that they might be talking to me so I kept running. Finally it did hit me as now there were 2 guards running right for me so I stopped and turned around just in time to see 2 more security guards spear me to the ground. Just kidding, that would have been sweet if that's actually how it went down, but they didn't actually tackle me. When I stopped they all just stood in a circle yelling at me to drop the bag and get on the ground. I was scared too cause I hear that that pepper spray stings like a bitch. I try and explain the situation, but I think the security guards were anxious for some excitement as well so they were going all out. In the middle of all of this the woman I was after saw me and noticed I had her bag so she busted in there and told them it was hers and that I had helped her look for it and everything. They almost seemed mad that they didn't get to spray me with pepper spray. All of this for a freakin t-shirt and the woman was so happy that I had found her bag. A little too happy, but whatever, apparently that shirt was gonna be crazy important. Anyway, she finished thanking me and the security guards cleared me to go so I headed back to the store. This whole ordeal took place in about 10 minutes or so, so there was no employee in the store that whole time. By the time I got back there was a line at the counter and people were looking around for someone who worked there. It was actually quite hilarious, at least to me, so hilarious that I didn't want to spoil the moment so I walked in like I was just looking around just so I could hear what they were saying. Only one couple got crazy pissed the others were just chillin patiently. Finally I walked behind the counter and they were all just like " What the hell, this kid is an asshole". That's what they were thinking, and you know what...they were right. I am an asshole and I am proud of it. The couple that was all pissy about the situation demanded to see the manager so I walked into the back for a second and then walked back out and asked them what the problem was. You should have seen their faces. Needless to say I don't think they will be coming back to Big Dogs anytime soon. The others thought it was hilarious and well, so did I. That's what they get for not having a sense of humor.

Wlell that's my story. Hopefully I will be able to get some more blogs up more often than before so stay posted and see what kind of shenanigans I get myself into next time.

My Balancing Act

OK, well, I am technically now a sophmore at school and the classes aqre starting to pick up a little bit. The class schedule that I have right now wouldn't seem that hard, but lets just say that I am about to get my A$$ handed to me.......on an extremely expensive platter. They are starting us on computer programming this semester, which if you know anything about it, then you would know that nobody actually wants to be a programmer. It's something like 80% of all programmers will try to commit suicide at least one time in their life.....true story:) Honestly I don't know if it is that bad, but from what I hear, it is definitely not fun. The small taste of it that I have gotten so far is bitter as hell and could definitely use some caffeine or sugar. lol. AT the same time I have a "Creative Level Design" class, which might as well be named "Creative ways to drive students into complete madness".....hmmm, has ring to it doesn't it, anyway...That class is a lot more writing and the worst part...DRAWING!!! Say it ain't so. Proof that god is still pointing his finger and laughing at me while I try and navigate through this thing I call a life. We actually have to completely draw and then "draw" again on the computer to create our virtual level. Sounds cool and all, but it is still gonna kick my arse, especially combined with the whole programming class. If that wasn't enough I also have an english composition class as well. Honestly though this might be the dumbest course I have ever seen. It might just be the teacher though, hopefully it will be a lot easier though. Thats one of the few things that you can't B.S. your way through....Grammer. I have Bs'ed my way through math problems before, but in grammer, there is no chance of faking that. Not good for me seeing as though I am a Bullshit artist, but I guess you never know...maybe this will be my "Sistine Chapel". It shall be my masterpiece :). I hope it will be at least or I might be in some trouble.

Thats all I have for now, I have another story, but I need to type it up so it will be on whenever I gert some more spare time. It should be a good one since it consist of me, another persons shopping bag, and a security guard....stay posted for that. Keep it frosty everyone, later.

My Grades

Grade update!!! Well another semester over with and 3 more grades handed out. this time around, and sorry for being a little vulgar, I made these classes my bitch:). three A+'s again which brings my gpa up to a never before seen number in my school life...a 3.87. If it wasnt for that one art class I would have a 4.0 right now. Stupid art teacher and his stupid drawing skills cost me my 4.0. Oh well, just gotta deal with it I guess...or make sure that he never draws anything ever again...Duh Duh Duuuuuhhhhnnn:) Sorry if I sound a little odd, I am crazy tired so this may all sound weird as hell so bare with me. Just wanted to give a quick update anyway. I may start doing some video blogging, if I even can on this site, so be prepared for that mistake. lol. Well, Im gonna go back to sleep now and leave you all knowing that I am just that much better than you.....except for Karlie cause she bought a new house...but other than that...well, I guess also Kevin cause he's getting married, Mom and Dad make way more money than me so thats out....ok you know what, your all just awesome and I bet you all think your cool and shit, but know that there is one thing I have that you all never will................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Damn!

Hahaha...ok I really need to sleep before permanent damage happens.

My Pessimistic Return

Well, as you all know I try and keep these blogs more on the upbeat and humorous side, but sometimes I just can't hide the pain. Recently I had started to become a completely different person; one who would actually hope for the best instead of expecting the worse...at least I thought I was changing. Apparently I was just tricking myself into believing that because today I was reminded why I have always been so pessimistic toward, well...everything. Today was supposed to be the first V-Day that I wasn't alone, but that plan was shot to hell this morning. It was embarassing enough to be told that the date wasn't going to happen, right in the middle of a crowded coffee shop, but the fact that I was holding a single flower while it all happened seemed to make it that much worse. She didn't give me a reason, but at this point I just wanted to leave so I walked out and gave the flower to another woman and I went to work. I mean, I was just getting to that point where I seemed almost...happy. I went against all my reason of expecting the worst so I am never dissapointedand this is what happened...I get Crushed and it hurts that much worse because for once I was hoping for the best. Never again. I shall return to my pessimistic ways and never look back and as for dating, screw that. Someone I know really well has got it right...No commitments...No attachments...not anymore. Time to put back on my armor and never take it off again.

Sorry for the depression, but it was bound to happen. Maybe soon I'll have something good to write.

My Valentines Day Thoughts

Firstly is there actually anyone who likes this holiday? I know single people hate it, but it would seem that even couples hate it as well. I think it is because they practically have to buy something for their significant other in order to avoid the awkward situation of not getting anything for them on V-Day. What you don't give them anything, but they give you something...that would not be good times for anyone. I think it just puts too much pressure on both people to spend money on shit neither of them need....or want sometimes. And what about first time dates on V-Day? The stress of trying to decide whether or not to get your date anything. You might not believe it, but a lot of girls probably just find it creepy if a guy brings even flowers on a first date. Thats a fact...kind of. I asked every girl I knew if they would find it a bit creepy and most said yes. This shed some light on why girls thought I was kinda creepy in High school. The dozen roses inside of the girls locker on V-Day was apparently a bad choice...who would have thought. Another problem I see with V-Day is that it represents something that should be done everyday. If you are lucky enough to have someone in your life then you should be showing them how much you care everyday of the year. There is no need to have a holiday for it. Personally though I really don't have much against V-Day even though, I think I've been alone for every single one I've been alive for. Even though I did mention some things I dislike about it I would have to call myself a hypocrit sense I know if I had a girlfriend on V-day I would fall right in with the entire ordeal. The term hopeless romantic comes to mind...anyone I worked with at TJ's could vouch for that:). There is a sense of hope this year though considering that it will be the first V-Day that I will not spend alone. Oh thats right, I have a date on V-Day. I guess having hope really does pay off sometimes. Yes mom, apparently having optimism can change things:). I'm ready for the awkward situation on Valentines Day and I wouldn't have it any other way.

My Writing Pains

Oh dear god why!?!? on earth would any single person force another person to write sooooo much in soooo little time. I had a couple days to write approximately 20+ pages of a design document. My fingertips are so raw right now that typing this blog is actually hurting. Why I am doing it.....I have no idea, I guess it's that 82 IQ kicking in again:). Theres gonna be more writing up ahead so my blogs might not be very long for the next couple times. Now I have to stop cause I think my fingers are bleeding on the keys so, until next time...

My Epiphany

So I was going through my usual weekly routine of class, work, Halo, sleep, class, work, Halo, sleep etc...when it happened. I was watching a movie in class and out of nowhere thats when it happened...my epiphany. Now when a person has an epiphany it is generally associated with something of importance and will change their life and their view of the world, mine was a little less significant. Instead of realizing my purpose in life or what it is that I seem to be missing in my life I came to the realization of one simple fact.....I really don't like my name :). Hahaha, but seriously I'm not even sure why, but the name Jason just doesn't do anything for me. No offense to Mom and Dad for picking it, but it just doesn't seem to fit me. Funny thing is nobody even calls me Jason really, generally its either J, or Jake, hey you, occasionally I get a dumbshit. Maybe thats why I'm not a very big fan out it...I hardly ever hear it. Maybe I should change my name to Jake or J, honestly I think it would make more sense and I would still keep my "J.E.W." roots:). Could never let that one go. Or I could really mess with people and change my name to Jalizzilad, that would make for some interesting introductions with people. Probably not a very good choice though sense I would probably be "randomly" selected for extra screenings everytime I went to the airport. I just don't want to have to go through those cavity searches. Maybe I could go more southern with it like Jim Bob, oooooooo yeah Jim bob might be the one hahahaha...I definitely have the IQ to go with Jim Bob. 82 for the win. Well that was a pretty pointless rant, but I was bored so deal with it.

My gag reflex

I watched part of the Democratic debate tonight....................wanted to vomit.


That is all...

My Night in Tijuana

I flew into San Diego Last Saturday to take home my niece. When I get there my brother who I shall call…”Scooter” figures it would be a sweet idea to go to Tijuana that night. And of course, like an idiot, I agree. Honestly I don’t think it is ever a good idea to go to Tijuana unless you’re looking for cheap prescription drugs, but oh well. I was too psyched to go at this point that I just didn’t care. So we head down towards the border and after about 20 minutes of walking through the maze to get in, we finally make it into Tijuana. At this point Scooter begins to tell me all of the things that I should NOT do so that I don’t end up spending a night in a Mexican jail cell. I think we all know why that is a bad idea so I won’t elaborate on that one. Anyway Scooter takes me to the first place which was pretty much a Sports Bar except that they decided to add strippers to the mix as well.
Fact: Apparently in Tijuana they just add strippers to any place in hopes of it bringing in more people. I think I even saw some in the pharmacies down there. They probably don’t sell much Viagra hahahahahaha…haha…ha………Anyway, you get my point.
Now after chillin at this place for a while, drinking a lot of Mexican beer and of course watching the Steelers LOSE…Scooter and I were feeling pretty good so we decided to move on to the next spot. Now this spot seemed to be a more high end type of place. They even checked Scooter and I for weapons and stuff before we got to go in, funny part was that the guy who checked us asked for a tip when he was done…screw that, we just walked away laughing. Now since this was Tijuana there were what…that’s right strippers; who would have ever seen that coming. Although I’m pretty sure this place was an actual “strip club”, maybe its really too hard to tell, we might have been in a pharmacy for all I know. After being given some free beer, tasting, and immediately wanting to vomit; I decided to order something else. I ordered a different kind of Mexican beer that tasted at least a little less like Rams Piss which was fine for me at this point, so I got two. After finishing my first one and then proceeding to watch Scooter take my other one and chug it, I decided to slow down and wait a little while before I started drinking more. After Scooter and I completely obliterated the bowl of free peanuts we decided to move on to the next spot. Unfortunately we had no idea that was so we just kind of walked around for a little while. While we were walking down the sidewalk though something awesome happened. Coming up to an intersection three cop cars pulled up and immediately some guy on the sidewalk started halling ass down the road. One cop got out and ran after the guy, who was stumbling and swaying quite badly, and the cop just straight up plowed this guy and speared him onto the ground. The cop stood up, looked back at the other officers, and flexed…it was freakin hilarious. Scooter only got to see the aftermath of it all since he was on the phone, but we both got to have a nice laugh at the dude on the ground as we walked by.
After walking around for a little while we made our way to some sort of Dance Club, at least I think it was. This is where things started to turn interesting as Scooter and I were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Honestly I don’t even know how Scooter was still standing at this point cause he had about twice the amount I did, it was down right impressive. I had almost stopped drinking while we were in the club except for some sort of mixed drink I was sipping on, but apparently that just wasn’t enough for both the bartender and Scooter. The next thing you know our entire table was filled with cups full of Long Island Iced Tea. Apparently I was supposed to be chugging these according to Scooter and when I was about to say no, he chugged one of them himself. Now as most of you know, as a male Winnett, I’m not the fastest, smartest, or really the best at anything, but as a Winnett we will truly believe that we are the best at it all and will defend that fact till the end. So you see when Scooter chugged the drink he was calling in my commitment to my Winnett obligation. It’s a matter of pride, so I answered his challenge by chugging two of the drinks. This may have been a bad choice since about 20 minutes later the table that was full of drinks was now completely empty. This led to a very…very drunk Me. Now if you don’t know, I have a tendency to want to dance when I’m that drunk and if you don’t remember, we were in a dance club. Scooter and I were hanging out with a girl we met there who was actually at this point trying to force feed him water cause he probably had alcohol poisoning, but oh well, water fixes everything right? He resisted the water for a while cause that would damage our pride. Dumb…yes…..but it’s who we are and we’re damn proud of it. While Scooter was now practically falling asleep sitting up in his chair I was bustin out some major robot skills on the dance floor. Haha, just kidding. Really me and the girl we were chilling with danced for a little while while laughing at Scooter who was now starting to drink more Long Island Iced Tea. I have never seen someone consume so much alcohol and still remain conscience…it was, with lack of a better word, remarkable. Now after getting my groove on and listening to Scooter Brag about his mad drinking skills we decided it was time to go home before we both passed out in a foreign country…that could have ended up badly, but somehow Scooter was now less drunk than me, I swear he is some sort of robot, and we caught a cab back to the border.
Did I leave some stuff out…yes, but I think I have written enough and some of the other stuff I either forgot, or it was probably just down right inappropriate. So that was my night in Tijuana, not only was it an awesome night, but I am honestly surprised that Scooter and I didn’t die.