Friday, May 30, 2008
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....
Friday, May 9, 2008
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.
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.
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