lunes, octubre 18
Chi Chi Chia!
So I let another whole week go by before coming up with anything to post, and I've started once again with "so"- if Ms. Klose would be appalled (as would I if she wasn't "Ms." Klose anymore).
Last week I took a trip upstate to Orlando to go watch a concert that featured two bands- Deftones and Dredg. I really like those two, they definitely make my top 25, and that is saying a lot especially for Dredg. They could be higher than just 25 but I'll take some time later to list my top bands of all time. (Am I the only one who notices I constantly end my sentences with a preposition?) The concert was great, both hands showed and kicked serious ass. I spent the Dredg set getting a few more drinks down and watching from the bar. For Deftones I went down into the pit as soon as they hit the stage. The scene was dominated by heaps (yeah I used that word just for you) of bodies grinding and shoving into each other. It was more than I expected, which was what I was hoping for.
That was Wednesday though, I still hadn't even begun to sniff the weekend, and my nose congestion would foreshadow my in activity for most of the weekend. Thankfully, I awoke from, my friend, Alan's living room floor partially sober around the time I had hoped to wake. I left the bottle of rum I had stolen from the event I bartended the previous weekend. There was a lot left, more than most. I had gotten drunk off a combo involving said bottle but there was still enough for Alan to get beyond obliterated. I meant to leave it though b/c the cap wouldn't close, I wasn't about to drive back home with an open bottle of rum in my car, and, the altruistic reason I leave for last b/c no one would believe it, the bottle would be better appreciated by Alan and his mother. It was a small token of my gratitude for letting me sleep on their oh so plush floor.
Otherwise I unable to go out much this weekend as I became sick and couldn't keep some food down. Additionally I had a killer test today.
The Miami Heat's season is coming closer and closer. I can't but help get excited.
Closing note: I believe my experience at the University of Miami is further teaching me that I wouldn't want to live in South America. Living in Miami, especially around where I live now, has already help me decide that I should stay away from Central America. Not trying to be racist, just stating my learned preferences.
Coming up this week:
Quick opening random thought: Why hasn't there been a remake of the old video game classic "Spelunker." You'd think this would be down the line after those other remakes like "Frogger" and "Q-bert." Either way there should at least be a "Spelunker" movie. That's it for my pop-culture reference.
Last week I took a trip upstate to Orlando to go watch a concert that featured two bands- Deftones and Dredg. I really like those two, they definitely make my top 25, and that is saying a lot especially for Dredg. They could be higher than just 25 but I'll take some time later to list my top bands of all time. (Am I the only one who notices I constantly end my sentences with a preposition?) The concert was great, both hands showed and kicked serious ass. I spent the Dredg set getting a few more drinks down and watching from the bar. For Deftones I went down into the pit as soon as they hit the stage. The scene was dominated by heaps (yeah I used that word just for you) of bodies grinding and shoving into each other. It was more than I expected, which was what I was hoping for.
That was Wednesday though, I still hadn't even begun to sniff the weekend, and my nose congestion would foreshadow my in activity for most of the weekend. Thankfully, I awoke from, my friend, Alan's living room floor partially sober around the time I had hoped to wake. I left the bottle of rum I had stolen from the event I bartended the previous weekend. There was a lot left, more than most. I had gotten drunk off a combo involving said bottle but there was still enough for Alan to get beyond obliterated. I meant to leave it though b/c the cap wouldn't close, I wasn't about to drive back home with an open bottle of rum in my car, and, the altruistic reason I leave for last b/c no one would believe it, the bottle would be better appreciated by Alan and his mother. It was a small token of my gratitude for letting me sleep on their oh so plush floor.
Otherwise I unable to go out much this weekend as I became sick and couldn't keep some food down. Additionally I had a killer test today.
The Miami Heat's season is coming closer and closer. I can't but help get excited.
Closing note: I believe my experience at the University of Miami is further teaching me that I wouldn't want to live in South America. Living in Miami, especially around where I live now, has already help me decide that I should stay away from Central America. Not trying to be racist, just stating my learned preferences.
Coming up this week:
- Another 2 Tests Week
- Marketing Project Due
- The Lorenzo's Invade Pittsburgh
- And sooo much more!
lunes, octubre 11
Coming back
It's been a few days since I've written, but thanks to the large font above displaying the date I am only stating what is obvious.
Somehow I left off on Transporter 2 and I believe it's easy to say that talking about such a bad bad topic is to blame for why the internet has been devoid of any new postings by yours truly. With that said I'm going to write again about that God forsaken movie and hopefully that will be the end of it. First, though, I need to catch up on what has happened since I last posted.
Had a hell of a week @ school that had 2 exams land on consecutive days. Somehow the Lord has treated me greatly and made it so that I haven't had more than two tests in a week even though I am enrolled in 6 classes at the moment. The hectic nature of the week really came @ the end and the anticipation of a couple of trips I have coming up next week added fuel.
Yesterday I bartended an event. This time it was a pretty big event @ Bicentennial Park here in Miami. I think the name of the event was Miami Caribbean Festival, or something like that. It was a great location since you can look over the bay @ Miami Beach from there, especially on top of the small hills they have.
Now If I had to come up with a name for the festival, from what I saw, I would have come up with a bit more descriptive of a name such as The English Speaking Caribbean Nations Let Their Ass Hang Out and Shake It Festival. A name like that would help the public be better informed, and I would bold and underline the "ass hang out" portion of the title. B/c it was 'carnival' oriented women and men were dressed in the funky costumes w/head pieces and tits popping out that you would expect to see in some epic porno period piece movie, such as Caligula.
Now, I was under the impression that Carnival took place in February or March or something. Perhaps I'm confusing it with the one in Brazil and the rest of the Caribbean does it on their own. I'm not too sure about this but maybe someone will inform me of it soon. You know how when you just learn a new word you start hearing it in conversations more, I'm hoping this is one of those instances.
Moving on.
I don't know what the population of Trinidad and Tobago is but if I had to figure out I could have probably have counted the amount of people at the festival with Trini (yes, that's what they call it, I am officially "in the know") flags somewhere on their persons. I must have seen thousands of Trinis, and all this time I was under the impression that Trini and Tobo was just a nation comprised of wayward cruise ship employees. Another thing I would hate to be from there b/c they have to be the only country with an ampersand in their name. Obviously somebody under-funded the grammar initiative to the Caribbean, but who am I to talk.
Ok so here it is about that stupid soccer rejects movie (transporter 2 {emphasis on 'trans'}). So in the movie he has a bomb attached to bottom of the car and has to use one of those convenient ramps that show up in every car chase scene to lift his car up into the air. While in mid air he is able to spin the car and glide right underneath a crane that has a hook on it. The hook latches on to the bomb and rips it off and explodes while attached to the crane, destroying said crane.
2 things.
1. Who the fuck would ever believe that could actually happen
2. Who the fuck wants to see a crane explode. Why is this being used as a form of excitement.
I'm out like the crane worker's union.
Somehow I left off on Transporter 2 and I believe it's easy to say that talking about such a bad bad topic is to blame for why the internet has been devoid of any new postings by yours truly. With that said I'm going to write again about that God forsaken movie and hopefully that will be the end of it. First, though, I need to catch up on what has happened since I last posted.
Had a hell of a week @ school that had 2 exams land on consecutive days. Somehow the Lord has treated me greatly and made it so that I haven't had more than two tests in a week even though I am enrolled in 6 classes at the moment. The hectic nature of the week really came @ the end and the anticipation of a couple of trips I have coming up next week added fuel.
Yesterday I bartended an event. This time it was a pretty big event @ Bicentennial Park here in Miami. I think the name of the event was Miami Caribbean Festival, or something like that. It was a great location since you can look over the bay @ Miami Beach from there, especially on top of the small hills they have.
Now If I had to come up with a name for the festival, from what I saw, I would have come up with a bit more descriptive of a name such as The English Speaking Caribbean Nations Let Their Ass Hang Out and Shake It Festival. A name like that would help the public be better informed, and I would bold and underline the "ass hang out" portion of the title. B/c it was 'carnival' oriented women and men were dressed in the funky costumes w/head pieces and tits popping out that you would expect to see in some epic porno period piece movie, such as Caligula.
Now, I was under the impression that Carnival took place in February or March or something. Perhaps I'm confusing it with the one in Brazil and the rest of the Caribbean does it on their own. I'm not too sure about this but maybe someone will inform me of it soon. You know how when you just learn a new word you start hearing it in conversations more, I'm hoping this is one of those instances.
Moving on.
I don't know what the population of Trinidad and Tobago is but if I had to figure out I could have probably have counted the amount of people at the festival with Trini (yes, that's what they call it, I am officially "in the know") flags somewhere on their persons. I must have seen thousands of Trinis, and all this time I was under the impression that Trini and Tobo was just a nation comprised of wayward cruise ship employees. Another thing I would hate to be from there b/c they have to be the only country with an ampersand in their name. Obviously somebody under-funded the grammar initiative to the Caribbean, but who am I to talk.
Ok so here it is about that stupid soccer rejects movie (transporter 2 {emphasis on 'trans'}). So in the movie he has a bomb attached to bottom of the car and has to use one of those convenient ramps that show up in every car chase scene to lift his car up into the air. While in mid air he is able to spin the car and glide right underneath a crane that has a hook on it. The hook latches on to the bomb and rips it off and explodes while attached to the crane, destroying said crane.
2 things.
1. Who the fuck would ever believe that could actually happen
2. Who the fuck wants to see a crane explode. Why is this being used as a form of excitement.
I'm out like the crane worker's union.
lunes, octubre 4
Transporter 2
I just found out that there will be traffic tie ups here in Miami due to the filming of Transporter 2. Most people who have not been stuck in Maine with nothing to do but rent movies or are not French nor have a fetish for bald ex amateur soccer players have never seen the movie. Before you go rent this movie and in hopes of pumping your blood to new heights in wheel spinning action refer to the conversation my friend Christian had online recently where I detail to him what was unbeknownst to him regarding the most compelling Jason Statham role ever. I repeat ever. He's the guy from Snatch that talks over the whole thing and has created a nitch for balding men who like stubble to cover their head from crown to chin.
Mikenzo16: there is going to be a transporter 2?!?!?!?!
Birdfb55: who saw Transpoter 1?
Mikenzo16: a sequel to the action movie with the most homosexual innuendos per capita
Mikenzo16: and its set here in Miami
Birdfb55: lol, innuendo: in your endo
Birdfb55: where was the first one set?
Mikenzo16: france
Birdfb55: how the fuck did they get all the way over here?
Mikenzo16: ok so in the transporter he kils about 7 guys using his crotch muscles
Mikenzo16: he fights 5 guys while all slicked up in motor oil
Mikenzo16: and then uses a dead guy as a respirator and breathes out of his mouth while underwater
Birdfb55: u can kill people using your crotch muscles?
Mikenzo16: yeah that's the moral of the transporter
Birdfb55: now that is some gay shit
Mikenzo16: and he does it all with his shirt off
Birdfb55: the moral of the whole damn movie is that u can kill people with your crotch muscles!?
Mikenzo16: yes, and he never fucks the young Asian girl he has hanging around him
Mikenzo16: plus he's balding
Birdfb55: lol
Not that there is anything wrong with being gay but don't sell me an action movie that is just a big blue ball maker for every man who'd rather sit on it rather than have it sat on.
Sorry to be vulgar but there you have it. Consider this a public service announcement. You have been warned.
Mikenzo16: there is going to be a transporter 2?!?!?!?!
Birdfb55: who saw Transpoter 1?
Mikenzo16: a sequel to the action movie with the most homosexual innuendos per capita
Mikenzo16: and its set here in Miami
Birdfb55: lol, innuendo: in your endo
Birdfb55: where was the first one set?
Mikenzo16: france
Birdfb55: how the fuck did they get all the way over here?
Mikenzo16: ok so in the transporter he kils about 7 guys using his crotch muscles
Mikenzo16: he fights 5 guys while all slicked up in motor oil
Mikenzo16: and then uses a dead guy as a respirator and breathes out of his mouth while underwater
Birdfb55: u can kill people using your crotch muscles?
Mikenzo16: yeah that's the moral of the transporter
Birdfb55: now that is some gay shit
Mikenzo16: and he does it all with his shirt off
Birdfb55: the moral of the whole damn movie is that u can kill people with your crotch muscles!?
Mikenzo16: yes, and he never fucks the young Asian girl he has hanging around him
Mikenzo16: plus he's balding
Birdfb55: lol
Not that there is anything wrong with being gay but don't sell me an action movie that is just a big blue ball maker for every man who'd rather sit on it rather than have it sat on.
Sorry to be vulgar but there you have it. Consider this a public service announcement. You have been warned.
viernes, octubre 1
Liquor Shits
My friend Alan pointed out to me once how there is much pleasure to be had once you get your first bowel movement the morning after a night of heavy drinking. Sorry to begin so vulgar but I just felt like a ton of bricks was unloaded from my head.
The presidential debate has come and past and I understand now why God spared my school from a hurricane passing over it. The aftermath outside the building I work in looks like all of the copy machines in the world went to war against the faxes and telecommunication devices. Although unnoticed by most, the memory of the first ever office appliance war will live on in all the rug dents that will never be smoothed over.
I've got friends from my camp life visiting this weekend so excuse me if I get a little nostalgic. Its going to be a tough weekend to get everything I need to done so I'll have to remember to count my accomplishments come Monday, which reminds me of the Jimmy Buffet song, which reminds me of camp, and then Fletch, who will be here in thanksgiving. So in case anyone is tracking Fletch Justice you've just been informed.
I'm going to bartending once again. I have been contacted to do an event. Should be good to be paid 10 bucks an hour plus tips. Especially when it is for 11 hours straight. Praise the Lord.
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The presidential debate has come and past and I understand now why God spared my school from a hurricane passing over it. The aftermath outside the building I work in looks like all of the copy machines in the world went to war against the faxes and telecommunication devices. Although unnoticed by most, the memory of the first ever office appliance war will live on in all the rug dents that will never be smoothed over.
I've got friends from my camp life visiting this weekend so excuse me if I get a little nostalgic. Its going to be a tough weekend to get everything I need to done so I'll have to remember to count my accomplishments come Monday, which reminds me of the Jimmy Buffet song, which reminds me of camp, and then Fletch, who will be here in thanksgiving. So in case anyone is tracking Fletch Justice you've just been informed.
I'm going to bartending once again. I have been contacted to do an event. Should be good to be paid 10 bucks an hour plus tips. Especially when it is for 11 hours straight. Praise the Lord.