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|Tuesday, December 12th, 2006|
Eugene is tired and he doesn't want to be at work. I need a whole day to catch up on sleep I've been missing. I've been exhausted a lot lately, and I'm going to be doing more O/T at work starting tomorrow. Ugh... It sucks to have to do things for the money. Ready for another day at work kids???
|Tuesday, December 5th, 2006|
Should I wonder? Do I let my mind wander and allow it to break situations down and small nuances? Should I have a reason to worry? Do I have a reason to worry? *sighs* ..........
|Tuesday, November 14th, 2006|
Friend sent me this at work. I want to do all these things and more for you. How true is it?
GIVE HER ONE OF YOUR T-SHIRTS TO SLEEP IN.
LEAVE HER CUTE TEXT MESSAGES.
KISS HER IN FR0NT 0F Y0UR FRIENDS.
TRUST HER 0VER EVERY0NE ELSE.
TELL HER SHE L00KS BEAUTIFUL.
L00K HER IN THE EYE WHEN Y0U TALK T0 HER.
LET HER MESS WITH Y0UR HAIR.
MESS WITH HER HAIR.
JUST WALK AR0UND WITH HER.
INCLUDE HER IN ALL THINGS Y0U D0.
F0RGIVE HER F0R HER MISTAKES.
L00K AT HER LIKE SHE'S THE 0NLY GIRL Y0U SEE.
TICKLE HER EVEN WHEN SHE SAYS ST0P.
H0LD HER HAND EVEN WHEN Y0U ARE AROUND Y0UR FRIENDS.
WHEN SHE STARTS SWEARING AT Y0U TELL HER Y0U L0VE HER.
LET HER FALL ASLEEP IN Y0UR ARMS.
GET HER MAD, THEN KISS HER.
TEASE HER & LET HER TEASE Y0U BACK.
STAY UP WITH HER ALL NIGHT WHEN SHES SICK.
WATCH HER FAV0RITE M0VIE WITH HER
KISS HER F0REHEAD.
GIVE HER THE W0RLD.
WRITE HER LETTERS.
LET HER WEAR Y0UR CL0THES.
WHEN SHES SAD, HANG 0UT WITH HER.
LET HER KN0W SHE'S IMP0RTANT.
LET HER TAKE ALL THE PH0T0S 0F Y0U SHE WANTS.
KISS HER IN THE RAIN.
CALL HER EVERY NIGHT.
WHEN Y0U FALL IN L0VE WITH HER, TELL HER.
WHEN Y0U D0 TELL HER. L0VE HER LIKE Y0U NEVER L0VED BEF0RE. Current Mood: mellow
|Monday, November 13th, 2006|
*sighs*.... Don't go digging in the past. Instead focus your mind of the future and how to make it work for you. Do not forget the past, just be cognicent of it's ramifications in your daily life. If we do not remember the past we are destined to repeat it. Do not dwell on the things of the past, only remember them in passing, not to spend more than a few fleeting breaths on them. Our time on this world is only a quick breath in our life's, better make it what you can.
My heart whispers in forms that twenty-two years of reason and cognition have rendered useless. Current Mood: contemplative
|Friday, October 20th, 2006|
|I feel like....
I need to vomit... I slept two hours, and the rest was countless thoughts running through my head nd a stomach full of knots... Damn. Current Mood: crushed
To add insult to injury, Journey came on the radio just after I passed your house cause you wanted me to come over...
My heart whispers in forms that twenty-two years of reason and cognition have rendered useless...
|Thursday, October 19th, 2006|
|Housekeeping..... I so stole this shit.
1. DO YOU SNORE?
It was hotly debated and I didn't believe until I heard taped proof. So ummm that was a "yes", but only when I'm really tired.
2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?
I'm the world champ at both. I'll break yo neck foo!
3. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?
Probably burning alive.
4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?
Yes as a kid I was a maniac. Now that I have a life size one, I'm completely possesed.
5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY" TV?
Eh, it's ok. I think 98% of the shows suck.
6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
Negative. I used to ruin pens though, and in turn they would chip my teeth...
7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?
I was so hot like fire when I was younger. What the hell happened to me?
8. IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?
I used to think that, until I found the most amazing girl ever.
9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?
Blue and black.
10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?
Never. That's jsut creepy.
11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?
Nope, but the idea of hurtling towards the earth with but a piece of rubber to save my ass makes me never wanna try.
12. ANY SECRET TALENTS?
Hahahaha Wouldn't you like to know?
13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?
14. IS JAY LENO FUNNY?
Yeah He's good shit, but Conan is better.
15. Have you eaten sushi?
Eugene loves sushi.
16. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"?
17. DO YOU GIVE A DARN ABOUT THE OZONE?
Since most of the CFC's have been erradicated from consumer products I really don't care.
18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE POP?
Close to 430.
19.CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?
No one can say it let alone sing it. So stop asking that question.
20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?
23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?
I've raised beef cows in my yard. Meat from hunting is the freshest. In moderation I have no problem with it.
24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
I think so... I hope.
25. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HAND WRITING?
It's respectable. Print sucks, but the script is hot.
26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?
27. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU"?
This afternoon to Jenn.
28. IS ELVIS STILL ALIVE?
No. And I hate Elvis.
29. DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?
Haha. No. ONly bastards cry at weddings.
30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
31. ARE BLONDES DUMB?
People are dumb. Blondes just play it up more than others.
32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?
Eaten. By the sock monster.
33. WHAT TIME IS IT?
34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?
Minute Rice, Geenie-weeny, Yu-gi-oh, Geenie, Genester, Sparky(Get off me. My Mom called me that.), My ass has a nickname and it's called "kiwi", Uge, Bugsy, do I need to go on??? There's plenty more.
35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?
It's not too bad.
36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?
This afternoon going to lunch.
37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?
Showers... with others.
38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?
Were you born on the sun?
39. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?
40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
41. WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?
Jennifer, Pocky, Green Tea, Pocari Sweat, Kirin Tea, Cho-pow (showpow?), Soba Noodles, Red Bull, Domo-Kun.... I don't wanna go on.
42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?
Crunchy for life yo!
43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?
44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?
45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?
Once, and I wanna do it again.
46. IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?
Never done one in my life.
48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?
Blue with a green ring in the center.
49. WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?
51. WHO'S BETTER?
FOB (FALL OUT BOY) vs. MCR (MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE).
Fall Out Boy
52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?
I know you wanna sex me right now.
53. HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"?
54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?
Drums. And your moms tits like they are drums. She plays the pink oboe.
55. HAVE U EVER STOLEN MONEY?
56. CAN YOU SNOWBOARD?
57. DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?
YES I miss summers at Hanna Park
58. DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH?
59. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
David Blaine and Cris Angel are possesed by Satan...
60. ARE DOGS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?
No my Russian Blue is my best friend.
61. YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?
"divorce is not an option"
62. CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?
I'm super smooth.
63. DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?
Hopefully never. I try to be a perfectionist.
64. IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY?
65. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Nathan's hot dogs from Larry's
66. DO YOU WEAR NAILPOLISH?
Hahaha Do you really wanna know.
67. DO YOU WEAR THONGS?
I love my ass floss.
68. WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIAL?
Radio spot for Orange Park Volkswagen.
69. DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?
70. FAVORITE BAND AT THE MOMENT?
The Mars Volta or 30 Seconds to Mars.
|Saturday, September 30th, 2006|
Dyno day today at Stage 6. This is going to be a chance for the public to see the car. There's supposed to be quite a few people there today. I'm exhausted from running around all the time and never getting any sleep. That's all on me. I got shanghighed in Jax Beach yesterday nd that didn't make me too happy, but oh well. I need money so if someone wants to volunteer I'm down. There's a 240 meet tonight in O.P. I hope that all goes well. I hope my interview goes well on Tuesday. If I kill this one I get the job, it's the last hurdle. Did I mention I was tired? My Russian Blue cat is amazing. But your mom is pretty amazing too. I wanna sit here and do nothing until the bank closes at 1. Then I have to fuckin chill until 1.30 when I can leave at 1.05. I can't wait to be done with this English ass. This crazy sod needs to go back to the UK. I've had a stiff neck for three days and Travis gave me attitude because the car needs to be at Stage 6 and he was sleeping. We have to help them out and get the car there when they want it. It's simple. Don't get huffy with me cause you lose sleep. I went to bed at 3 something in the morning too. The only difference is that I was up at 6.30 cause I have to work. Ugh I hope today goes well. It started out okay, but I dunno... I feel off. Maybe that'll change when I get out of work.
It's still rings from the back of my mind from time to time, and I can't seem to get it out.... Why?
|Thursday, September 28th, 2006|
|Work has started...
And I'm already annoyed with it everything work has in store for me. I really hope I get this new job. I have been dispatched out to go to "area businesses" to drum up some business. You don't know how angry this gets me and how furious I am with this. First I have to cold call customers to sell them products, and now I have to go to random places and walk in there and be like, "bleh bleh bleh. Do you want a checking account?" I know I wouldn't want someone walking in my business trying to do this shit. That's call soliciting and most businesses don't like it. I'd tell someone to go hump a cactus if they rolled in my shop and tried to do that. UGH.... so pissed.
My uncle left this morning and I'm kinda sad about it... *tear* I got to talk to him for just a few before he left to go back to PA. I need to go up north to see my family soon. I haven't seen some of my aunts in ages, like meaning years. I'm a horrible nephew for that.
Jenn is sick... And of course that makes me feel bad. I stayed with her last night cause she felt like death. Well, it cannot be confirmed whether or not she felt like death, but at times her face said "OMFG I don't feel well". I think her dad is beginning to like me. He told me since I can clean the kitchen well they just might, "keep me around". It's just her mom I worry about sometimes. I know her mom has questions about my intentions in the long run for Jenn and I's relationship. I just don't know how to express to her other than telling her that my intentions are pure and I plan on staying around until Jenn wants to get rid of me. My plan is to just just keep doing what I do, and hopefully she'll see through actions that I want the best for her daughter. She makes me fat by feeding me all types of goodies, so I guess she doesnt completely despise me.
I hate work and I have to do it, so go to www.driftstarsyndicate.com and www.myspace.com/driftstarsyndicate and enjoy all of it.
|Wednesday, September 27th, 2006|
|I really should...
Update this more often. Lately my mind has been so flooded with so many things it's been hard to manage my time effectively. So let's see if I can get a rundown out.
Drift Star picked up Stage 6 as a huge title sponsor. I'm beyond happy, and I know it's gonna work out great. They're really hooking us us, and in turn we're giving them all we got. I got my motor back and have torn it down. I'm going to start working on my car again very soon. My baby is just sitting in the yard not doing anything, and that makes Eugene very sad.
I got nicked for speeding. (read entry below)
We made a group decision to go to CO for snowboarding this year. I'm just hoping I have enough coin to go. With X-mas approaching and bills mounting it's going to be tough to get it straight. I'm very excited about going. I want to go real bad, and I know Jenn will enjoy it tons.
Steve got his car back and it's very fast. I drove it and beat on it for a few. It's still a Honda though... lol (Side note: I drive an Acura.... and it's a "bitch car")
Work is ghey as hell. The new manager tries to own me daily, and we all know that I hate that shit. He doesn't seem to get the fact that I drive lke an hour and a half to work each morning, and I try to get to work on time, but it just doesn't happen each day. So I posted out for another position, and I got my second interview. I hope it works out, because I'd gouge my eyes with a hot poker. The position I applied for is a management role, and it should pay more than what I make right now.
Jenn is sick as a dog, and I wish there was something I could do about it. I just kind of mope around with her asking what I can do for her. Sometimes I get underfoot and she has to nudge me out of the way. I just want to make her feel better. My tummy rubs hopefully help.
I'm very much falling asleep typing this. I just typed two sentances of jibberish. I have no idea where the statements come from, but I sure as hell typed them out. I need a coffee and another vacation.
Rode go-karts with Jenn and Lucy last night and had a blast. I kinda got beat at laser tag, but it's all still under review. There's some hotly contested issues regarding tagging and lasers of the gun. The we went to this girl Jessie's house where I proceeded to party foul and ruin our game of cranium...... I hate myself.
There's been a bunch on my mind lately. Lots of situations, things that have been said, discussed, and seen have caused a burst of alpha waves. Sometimes I can't decipher emotion like I used to, almost like I'm losing my edge. I don't think I've lost my edge, but rather question where I'm deriving my emotions and thought processes from. Oh what a quagmire...
I don't wanna finish work, but I have to do some. I'll have to finish this stuff later...
|Saturday, September 9th, 2006|
|Friday, September 8th, 2006|
|So yeah.... I don't do work.
The title says it all. I'm at work and magically again I find myself posting here as opposed to sorting out banking issues. Call it early vacation syndrome if you will. Tomorrow is a half day, and then I finally get some time off to myself, thank the dear Lord. There's no way in hell I'm going to make goal this quarter and I know I'm going to catch bloody hell for it, but I just can't seem to find it within myself to care. They really find ways to cheat you out of the payout anyway, so I'm not too concerned. I've put in for another position in the bank that isn't customer facing back at corporate. I want to be a corporate boy again. I'm sick of the high pressure sales stuff they put me through here. I've been working sales for six years now, and I think it's time for a break.
I miss Jenn, and I miss having the freedom to do as I please in my own place. I'm getting crap here and there from my parents about leaving late to see her, and coming in late from seeing here. It's nothing serious, mostly my dad teasing me, but it just makes me realize what I had and what I miss. Leaving her place this morning was tough cause I just wanted to stay with her. Sucks leaving the one you love. I can say the move is for the better, just some huge aspects of it suck harder than a toothless Korean whore. I can say in addition though that it has made me cherish our time more so. Not that I didn't cherish every second I get with her, I do very much, but I think it makes time just more precious. I'm looking forward to at least getting everything in my room so I can live a semi-normal life. This couch bum thing suck teh big ones.
My car is finally coming along. I'm getting the bulk majority of my things back from the gentleman that I sold them to. I find it increasingly humorous that the guy who bought the shell is actually buying the car that's coming with my parts. he gets the car, and I get all my old parts back. Talk about irony. There's going to be some definite changes made to the motor since it's el broke-o, and I won't be running the standalone any more. I don't wanna hassle with it. Worse case, if I need to go that route again I'll be going Apex'i Power FC. I'm curious as to whether Jenn is going to do any motor work or anything like that on her car soon. I know she's waiting on some money, and she's got school so I don't really think too much of it. It would be pretty cool though if we both had SR powered 240's. God.... I really am a loser, but I'll be drifting again so you all can eat me!
Now for a picture of the old battle wagon. Enjoy! Current Mood: cheerful
|Tuesday, September 5th, 2006|
|An exceedingly verbose weekend...
My Friday started of as nominally as possible. I woke up, late as usual, and proceeded to convince my groggy and depleted self that I needed another hour or so to sleep. Sometimes I think to myself that I'm the greatest debater ever. I am continually able to convince myself to stay in bed, or do whatever it is that may be against proper logic. I really amaze myself.
I went to work and struggled against the massing horde that is banking. I nearly pass out at my desk talking to customers, and shove masses of work in my bag to do when I return to work on Tuesday. I arrange after work activities with Mac to determine when we're gonna be leaving. I got done work, and then went to the stylist to get the hair cut. While sitting there I get a call from Trav complaining that I was going to see Jenn for dinner. I had been under the assumption that he was leaving around 2:00 P.M., but apparently there was a huge loading issue with trailer clearance while getting the car on it. He was agitated that I had just gotten off work and wanted us to leave as a group. There was no way I could get Mac and come see them to leave anyway. We still would have been close to a half hour behind him on the freeway, besides, I wanted to see my girl.
I ate dinner with her and then headed to Mac's. I arrived hopeful that the weekend in Atlanta would be smashing. I held a great amount of hope for the actual event, but I was quite apprehensive about the drive. I had been going on three nights of sleep with only three hours of sleep accumulated between each night. To say I was tired is a gross understatement, exhausted is a word that comes to mind.
Mac and I started this trip great. The first thing he did, much to my dismay, was roll down my broken passenger window. I had not gotten ten feet down his road and he rolled it down. I wanted to cry like a little girl. I sucked it u, and then got down the road and swung it out wide to catch the apex of the on-ramp for the highway. Everything was going right as planned, high entry speed, right on apex, and then it hit me... Or shall I say I hit it. I dropped my left front tyre into a massive pot hole... Seriously, can the D.O.T. just fix the damn holes in the roads???
We hopped on 9A and I began my usual driving routine. I hang the revs high, flash my bright ass yellow high beams, and just drive like an all out nutter. I don't like driving at night without a radar detector for obvious reasons I won't delve in to, but luckily for me I made a little friend with a guy in a WRX. I don't mind speeding when there's another car to shadow me, or vice versa. If we get nicked I'll just make it look like he was the one who was speeding. He hung with us the whole way to I75 and then proceeded to Tallahassee. I hopped on 75 and then began my assault on the loud pedal. For some unknown reason it appeared to me that every ass that lives in Florida and didn't know how to drive had infiltrated I-75 that evening. In between Mac and I's banter and him making comments on my assholic driving, I managed to anger, frustrated, and enrage numerous drivers.... Eh screw them, they can't drive anyway.
We got to around ten miles from Adel, GA when the real fun began. I pulled off to stop for gas and some refreshments when the local townie cops reared their ugly head.
(Side note: Townie cops suck the worst. They have nothing to do, and the fact we were in Georgia and from Florida makes it even worse. There's nothing more that a townie cop hates than out of towners.)
I pull off the onramp and then onslaught of the townies begins. I approach a cluster of officers standing in the middle of the road with flashlights. There were probably ten or more cop cars staged around the area blocking various portions of the road and on ramps for I-75. I pull slowly towards them with my blinker on to turn left into the gas station, and then it happens. Mr. Man hops in front of my car stopping me. My first thought is, "What the hell did I do to this guy? Maybe he's diverting traffic." I hoped he was diverting traffic, but they just wanted to hustle people driving, so here's our conversation that ensued.
Officer 1:"Liscense and proof of insurance. Where are you guys heading?"
Me:"To Atlanta Sir (As him and his partner are flashing me and Mac in the eyes and looking through the vehicle with the lights, scrutinizing every portion)"
Officer 1:"Down this road? (Points down the road that we pulled off on.)"
Me:"Uh, no sir. We're actually getting gas. I was turning in here."
Officer 1:"Right. You have any drugs or alcohol in the vehicle?"
Me:"(Half holding back a smile) No sir I don't. You guys on a man hunt or something? Looking around for someone?"
Officer 1:"(Not impressed as he eyeballs my I.D.) No we're stopping people... (His voice trails off) Pull over there."
He motioned to our intended target anyway and Officer 2 follows us over as we pull in.
Me:"Would you like my registration too?"
Officer 2:"Yeah get that out for me." (Note: I never gave them my insurance card. It didn't seem like they cared anyway. They just wanted to hustle people.)
Officer 2:"Where are you going again?"
Officer 2:"You boys going to see friends?"
Me:"Uh no, we're going to Southern Fried Slide. (I get a blank stare) It's a drift event... Umm cars sliding around with their back ends out." (As I make fake steering wheel gestures in the air like I'm drifting.)
He didn't get it at all and I gave up trying to explain. Then came the most wondrous question ever...
Officer 2:"You boys smoke?"
Me:"Excuse me? Do we smoke? Umm I smoke cigarettes from time to time." (Mac says no)
Officer 2: "No. Do you smoke marijuana?"
I thought to myself, "Is this guy fucking serious? Did he just ask me if I smoked the cannabis sativa herb? Honestly who does that?"
Me:" No sir I don't. I've never smoked weed in my life. I'm a church boy sir. I was raised southern Baptist."
Mac proceeded to give him a look of hateful disgust. He scoffed at us and muttered an "Ok", gave me back my stuff, and then he walked away. The part that bothered the crap out of me was the fact that they were all black officers, and it just seemed like they were hustling us more than they should have. A beat up, and I mean beat up (Think pummeled with several large bats and gorillas), van with an older white guy in it got a pass and they let him go into the gas station with nary a cross look. How come the white guy who looks drunk driving a broke ass van gets a pass?!?!?! The icing on the cake was the gas station lady. I asked her if the cops there had nothing better to do and she got really defensive and began going on a tyraid. Speaking between her missing four front teeth, you need to read the first part again, she began to extol the virtues of the townies and how it was a holiday weekend and they were keeping drunks off the road... Right and JSO hangs out with the pope. No wonder Jacksonville has a retarded murder rate. It's because we've got cops more interested in traffic than stopping real crime. JSO has got some winners.
Anyway back on track. We stop in Adell and we get eye screwed by every black person there. I guess it's not common to see a white and black guy together hanging out. We stopped at McDonald's at what seemed to be peak dinner time, or that's just the only thing happening there. I think I'm going to have to choose the latter. I managed to stick it out up there road some more before my body began to betray me. With Mac asleep and no other motorists to drive fast and keep my senses occupied, I began to shut down. I had to pull over and switch with Mac. We pulled into this run down gas station with some white trash sitting on the street corner with cigarettes in their mouths and barefoot as the day they were born. There was a group of black guys lead by "Mini-Pimp". This miniature gangster was very loud and was bragging to his buddies about how he was "Gonna holla at some bitches" as they walked in the store. He was surrounded by guys roughly in the 6'2"-6'6" range. Probably one of the funniest sights, despite the fact that all of them were burning holes the size of Texas in me with their eyes. Imagine the look your mother gives you after she catches you sneaking cookies after you've brushed your teeth. Now multiply that with ten, and throw in some racial hate and you'll get what I was receiving. Nonetheless we switched, got back on the road, and I promptly passed out in the passenger's seat, for now.
I woke up to Mac weaving in the lane... Ok seriously he was jerking the car left and right in the lane. I thought we were going to die. Upon me voicing my concerns he gently rebutted me and told me he was "ok, just my eyes are really tired". Personally I think his eyelids were very tired, but that's neither here nor there. We finally arrived at the hotel and to my surprise I was greeted by a dead kitten in the parking lot. I must say this trip was panning out to be a great one. It was one random occurrence after another. Dead kittens, reverse racist cops, angry people, and now random dead kittens, this was good.
It felt like a little kids sleep over party after we had gotten in the room and settled down to sleep. Mindless random banter bounced between all of us. Travis farted; of course he blamed it on someone else. Mom jokes were shot back and forth between all of us, but eventually we settled down and tried to sleep. I was woken up constantly from the snoring. Travis sounds like a dying jackhammer and Mac, my bed-mate, is equally as impressive. I even found myself awakened by the fact that Mac had rolled on top of me, well partly on top of me. Suffering severe sleep deprivation I shrugged it off and figured he'd eventually unroll himself from the left side of my body.
I awoke groggy and pissed off, but the Atlanta air was fairly clean and was plenty crisp. I tested fate when we left and tried my passenger window again, it worked for now. The ride to the event was short. We rolled in and started the car to get it off the trailer and got tons of looks, all wondering what the hell was in the car. The event went well. Apparently I suck at being a videographer, but I can take some damn good stills. I didn't have the 20D, so I had to do video. Travis had good runs. A few minor issues popped up with the car, but all in all it went well. The car had a bad case of indigestion and we couldn't get it started for close to an hour, but at the end of the day it started and made it back on the trailer.
I drove back to Jacksonville sans Mac. He had to drive another friend’s car back because she was having some issues. I don't think I can convey the type of tired/sick I felt coming home. It was a feeling of agitation, queasiness, frustration, accomplishment, sleep deprivation, and so much more. All I knew is that I wanted to get home as fast as possible and not everyone in the group shared that same opinion. In Mike's defense he was towing, so he really could do anything about it, but that didn't satisfy my need to be back home. We all stopped and got fuel and food after we fought traffic outside of Atlanta. We stopped a few miles short of Macon. After I loaded up on candy and Monster energy drinks we hit the road. I stayed with the group until the 475 split where I was released of duty. At that moment I did a third gear drop changed lanes and promptly cut off three SUVs that had been blocking my path. That maneuver set the tone for the rest of the ride home. I was desperate to make the FL/GA border by ten and I sped my way through most of the state. I had come within about sixty miles of the border with Florida when a small light appeared behind me. Then as quickly as it appeared, it passed me. The fellow riding this particular Buell is a complete nutter. We traveled through many construction zones, cars, semis, small patches of rain at twice the speed limit or more for the duration of Georgia. We almost ripped past a state patrolman, but luckily I saw his light bar and slammed on the brakes and he wasn't running his rear facing radar or we would have been a goner. There's nothing like ripping down the interstate at 130mph.
We crossed into Florida and stopped at the welcome center. Turns out Mike is a rather soft spoken guy, with large back plugs in his ears, and platinum blonde hair. He's from Clearwater and drove up to Braselton for the AMA Superbike race there over the weekend. I can't imagine the ride and give him tons of props for sticking it out alone. I gave him a couple bags of peanut M&Ms and said farewell. The rest of the drive was without a riding friend. It was boring and my body started to shut down as I approached Jacksonville. I went past an FHP officer at 90, luckily for me he was writing on something and didn't seem to care. I got into Jacksonville and headed for home. I reeked of sweat and looked like a complete wreck, but was glad I went.
It's those long roads trips where you learn the most about yourself. Because oddly enough during that long drive it gives you time to think. Time that you normally wouldn’t have if you were in the middle of your weekly routine. So raise a glass to road trips, and may all of yours be happy and safe. Current Mood: tired
|Friday, September 1st, 2006|
Well I think tired would be an understatement at this current juncture. My body feels more like it has been beaten by fifteen midgets with neanderthal like clubs... Think about that in your mind for a second to stew on it.... Yeah I know it is pretty painful. I spent my first "offical" night at my parents house last night, on the couch of course. I have migrated from living in complete freedom on my own, to being a couch bum. My, my, my Eugene, look how the times have changed. I need a good bed, prefferably a pillow top. If anyone knows a great place to buy beds, please let me know where I can find one.
I'm falling asleep sitting in my chair talking to people. I got like three hours of sleep last night and my body is revolting on me. I swallowed a bunch of my waterbed water when I was draining it (read previous entry) and now I'm in full swing of the effects of it. I got in Jenn's hot tub last night and I think that just exacerbated the issue. Raising my body temp gave all those greedy bacteria an even warmer breeding ground. My neck is almost stiff to the point that I feel like I have a neck brace on... Poor poor me... In case you're not very astute that was a poor attempt at sympathy. I was shamelessly pandering for affection, sue me.
I've been trying to update this thing for close to three hours. I'm at work and we're so slammed. My body is seriously shutting down.... Dammit I wanna kill myself. Looks like my narcoleptic friend Mac will have to do the driving to Atl. tonight. There is no way in hell I'm going to be able to do it. My eyes are glazed over. I'm sure it looks like I've been hitting the trees all day. I've ingested close to 5 cups of coffee and a red bull and still no help. The caffiene gods has forsaken me... WHY?!?!?! Why do you hate me?!?!?!
My only saving grace is I get to see Jenn before I go to Atl. I wish she could go. I know we'd have tons of fun together. I'm sure the guys will be a blast too. Hopefully if we don't get there too late we can drink a little and be destructive.
|Thursday, August 31st, 2006|
My living adventure ends the same way it started... Me sitting on my floor with my lappy the same way I was when I first entered my apartment. I remember how happy I was the first day just sitting here in an empty room full of content and anticipation of how life away from home would be. A lot has changed in my life since that first day, some for the better and some for the worst. I've seen a friendship burned down, and I've seen a love grow. I've seen a few parties, and then again we didn't throw that many at all. I remember when it was just me and Dave. Then it was Me, Dave, and Colleen. I didn't mind living with them. I made a decision based out of my own logic and reasoning. For now it would be better to go back home and recoup some money and pay out my debts so that maybe one day I can afford a house, or better yet leave the city for another, wherever that may be. I didn't want to take my debt with me. I want to finish school and get my engineering degree I've been seeking. It's a simple matter of fact that I can't afford to live out and pay for school. Thank God nothing serious happened that required a numerous amount of funds from me. I would have been sunk if that would have happened. It doesn't pay to live check to check. I didn't like living knowing that I had to extremely budget my funds because I couldn't do what I wanted due to rent issues. I know it's part of being a grown up, but if the debt was gone then I would have had no issues paying for anything and I probably wouldn't been typing this. Chalk that one up to the fact that I was young and stupid and needed a fast car.
Damn Elva.... She's still screwing me to this day. I found my folder with all of my shop receipts from the build and I didn't even want to look at them. Maybe I'll go back through and add up all of the countless hard earned dollars I poured into that car...
I sucked up a shitload of waterbed water into my lungs and threw up. Nice way to have a going away party. Heaving in your old bathroom due to some poor ingested owl piss. Man it's a great day. I'm draining the bed now, and still have to go to work. I'm not going to have enough time to wait on it to finish draining, and I'll have to come back later on today to break it down and then get rid of it. All is gone minus the waterbed, a fan, and my beloved bamboo that Jenn's mom gave me.
(Side note: Myrna is amazing. Jenn's parents rock!)
My body aches and I really wanted today off so I could take care of the rest of this, but two men down in the branch will not allow me to facilitate my wishes. Scott's Towing came and grabbed the whip this morning too. I think I've got over ten tows with them. They never do me wrong at all. It's just humorous to see anohter 240 I've owned take a ride on a flat bed.... You have no idea how funny that is to me.
Jenn is prolly sleeping right now. I need to call her and wake her up, but I'll give her just a few more minutes. I slept in her bed last night while she slept on the couch. She demanded I do it, but a part of me just feels like a tool cause I didn't take the couch. She rabidly insisted I sleep in her bed, so her mom didn't get freaked out that there was a random person on thier couch when she left... Ah well... I still feel like a tool. I need the bamboo and my iron and then I'm leaving I have to go home, home home for now... We'll see how long it lasts for. My parents love me, but I don't want to tax their nerves. Time to go...
|Wednesday, August 30th, 2006|
So yeah I do hate moving. I'm so unmotivated to finish off everything. I have a small amount to pack. We're talking maybe a box or two, and I have to clean up the place. Maybe all together around two to three hours worth of work and I'm totally pussing out. I should be up underneath a 240SX dropping a diff, but I guess Travis and Mac have that all taken acare of. I ove my firned sbut I got so agitated with them last night for coming over to "help out". I wound up taking most of the large stuff down by myself while they just sat in my room and talking the shit. They didn't have to come over so I guess I can't complain too much. Trey and Steve bailed on me completely, so I was let with the other guys. I'm not being a total hater, but I could have gotten the small boxes that they grabbed. In Mac's defense he did help me carry down my TV stand, but I am almost apalled that Travis watched me carry both of my dressers down by myself. AFTER he picked them both up out of the closet and complained at thier wieght. I was completely dumbfounded that he did that to me, and he knows I can lift maybe half of what he can.
Now you're reading this going, "Man this guys such a huge pussy. Suck it up." In my defense I di have two torn disks in my lower back and I am recovering from a hernia. But oh well, so is a day in the life of Eugene. I'm riddled with all kinds of shit going on with me. Damn sports and car wrecks...
Southern Fried Slide is this weekend. I'll b working all day Friday and then driving to Atl. with Mac. I really don't want to drive at all. More importantly, I just don't want to drive my car at all, but since I have A/C and decent gas milage I got volunteered. So is another day in the life of Eugene.
Time out for a moment to gush over my most amazing G/F. Jenn really helped out and did way more than she needed to and I appreciate it more than she may know. It's was quite awesome and I'm very indebted to her. She rocks, hands down.
Done for now.... Time to go get some work done.
|Saturday, August 26th, 2006|
Trey is my boy and I wanna mkae sure nothing happens to him. Ikill broads who don't treat him right.It's as simple as that kids. Either you treat Trey with respect, or I will smite you with impunity.I'm at home on a Friday night... what was I thinking??? Ahh I remember, I was going to exercise a bit because I'm becoming quite the little porker. I'm tired and I don't wanna pack my stuff and move at all. I'm comfortable where I'm at. It's back to the Burg for me.
"Here's a mint to get that Alfie off your breath."
Classic.... Man I used to be an asshole. Sorry to those who I stepped on repeatedly. I was a super arrogant prick. Cheers to you and never mind the bullocks.
That will be all.
|Thursday, August 24th, 2006|
Where to start??? The last few days have proven to be quite interesting. I've gotten a full litmus test in damage control, understanding, and self-control. It's said that when your drunk you express opinions and thoughts normally repressed by your conscious mind. I do hope that's not the case. I don't even want to go over the events of that evening. They'll be known to who was there, and that will be all.
I need a new sidekick. The LCD decided to go south on me when I hit action mode and it came out of the hip pouch and obliterated itself in Trey's garage.. It lived a good life. I'm debating on whether or not I want to get a Sidekick 3 or a T-Mobile MDA. Eh.... We'll see how costly it will be to fix my phone. Well, it'll be $110. What sense does it make to have insurance on a phone, but not have it replaced for free when it tanks on you. Cell phone companies can eat me. This MDA thing is killing me. Eugene needs a new phone to work with...
I'm all cluttered and have plenty of work to do. Seems like I escape here for a little while at a time to type away. Finally decided I'm really going to Japan. Shooting for a May date. Hope I have some company.....
Picture time... Current Mood: indescribable
|Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006|
|Ho-hum work's got to be done....
So I sit at work this morning tired as hell waiting for the Starbucks to brew. I can already tell this day is going to drag on forever. I've got hordes of work to do, but I'm finding a desperate lack of motivation. There's too many things on my mind to function right now. Usually I'd consider myself the multitasking king. Today I'm afraid my kingly-hood is in dire jeopardy of a sedition.
I wonder at times if I over analyze things too much. In all seriousness I've been down this road numerous times. Damn right brain domination. There's just this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I can't get out. Working, turning over situation and life circumstances, and trying to solve problems and potential problems is wearing on me. My Starbucks is done.... first cup of coffee of the day and I'm rather sure it won't be the last. It's shaping up to be at least a four to five cup day. I don't get enough sleep. I'm running on a split sleep cycle and I can tell it's slowly wearing me out. It's worth it though, I just wish things were a little more in line. Ugh... thoughts...
Drove to Palm Coast and back last night with Travis. Got lunch for Jennifer and then I went over to Trav's house. I literally sat there for maybe 10 minutes and he popped the question in a jokingly manner.
"Hey wanna drive to Palm Coast?"
I told him "Why not?". I love Travis. He gives the best quizzical/wtf looks. If he wasn't serious he shouldn't have asked me to go. I needed a drive, and I wanted to help him out. I think he just forgot that he was talking to one of the guys that dropped everything and drove to Mississippi at two in the morning on a saturday night to go look at to Nissan Skylines. Thinking back, it's extremely laughable that we drove out there just to look and drive to Skylines, but I think the best part was just spending time with him and Mac. We shared some deep conversations and interesting situations. I didn't know that where we were going was devastated by Katrina and Rita. We drove around for about two to three hours just looking at hurricane damage and taking that in before we saw the cars. Talk about being fragmented to the fourteenth degree. Let's see if I can keep this on a coherent thought process for a little while.
Back on topic. We drove to Palm Coast to grab a turbo for the daily driver from Vermont Mike. Mike's a stand-up guy. Very soft spoken, but extremely business savvy and intelligent. He's one of those guys that you look at and know his wheels are turning always in his head. Mine are always turning trying to find the angle, but I just don't let it be known too much. And when you can tell, it's usually because I want you too. I felt bad that we drove down there because he was having hang-out time with his girl. Being the consummate gentleman he is though, he obliged us and allowed us to come pick it up. The journey was littered with my desperate attempts to keep Travis from going into "standby mode". I needed some comic relief and conversation with my good friend. The best part about having an older friend is the insight they provide with life situations and experiences. I'd have to say, besides Trey, Travis is probably the funniest friend I have. Here's a highlight Travis speaking first...
"You know they sell an anal sex starter kit?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Yeah it comes complete with everything you need for your first time. Comes with some lube and an anal douche to make sure you get all the walnuts out."
"(In the serious non-laughing voice)The last thing you want on your first time is to run through a patch of glass."
All of that while I was on the phone with Jenn. Apparently the clap in Japan really isn't the clap. It's a mild form of the clap associated with a mild itchy discharge. The diet high in fish and climate makes Japanese women very susceptible to getting it. The figures as stated say one in eight Japanese women have it at one time or another. I'd say that's a pretty good reason to keep your trouser snake in his cage, or wrap it up twice. The last thing you want is to be cockin about and get the clap. The "ream and scream" is quite painful to correct the problem. Oh, and the lovey term for this friendly affliction... "Viking Man". My only assertion as to the name derivative would be the culture of Japan. Most women do not shave their neither-regions in Japan, so in form, imagine a hairy viking man with a beard spitting a rather unpleasant liquid at you. Just my assumption though... It hasn't been proven.
I digress... At this point I'm beginning to ramble. So now for a quote and picture of the day.
"Never let someone be your priority, while allowing yourself to only be their option."
My old civic...
Nevermind The Bullocks Current Mood: contemplative
|Monday, August 14th, 2006|
Lou Gruber is my hero. Born Christmas day 1923, he now resides in Jacksonville, FL. He was recently widowed, and I've seen the heartache in his eyes after losing his wife of more than 50 years. Through it all he's kept an incredible attitude. His the nicest and most genuine elderly person I've ever met, he even rivals my grandfather. Lou has become my adopted grandfather, and I can't find enough words to extol his virtues. When "class-act" or "stand-up guy" is mentioned I can only think of him. He's a man's man from yester year embodying the purity and american character from decades ago. When he leaves the face of this earth he will be leaving a large gap. I can say that I truly am thankful for meeting Lou and getting to know him. Even through casual banking transactions we've shared and learned about one another. He's given me advice and I've taken it to heart and used it. That being said, I'm hard headed and don't take advice normally, so that is a rarity. He is a breath of fresh air and I look forward to being here and seeing him walk through my front door. Lou, you're an amazing gentleman and I thank you for profoundly affecting my life for the better.
I can only imagine and hope I have a relationship that lasts that long. Spending time and learning the most intimate feelings and characteristics of your significant other. Sharing each others likes and dislikes, and being there to lean on each other when life gets you down and starts to come in on you. I do believe we are here on this earth for one another, to support each other when one becomes weary.
I only hope that she knows I'm always there for her no matter what, and that I will do anything in my power to make sure she's taken care of, always feels a love never ending, and encounters bliss at every bend.
It's people like Lou who help me to be a better man. To take a moment to look on my insides and make sure everyone is measured by the same stick and I'm constantly looking inward to make myself better outward. Oh, the things I can, and will improve on, and what my life's journey holds. My future waits and I'm taking hold of it. Current Mood: hopeful