Thursday, January 31, 2008
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...
Saturday, January 26, 2008
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.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
My gag reflex
I watched part of the Democratic debate tonight....................wanted to vomit.
That is all...
That is all...
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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.
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.
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