Hope you have time for a post drug up from the depths of father time's cavern of great procrastination because this is one of those posts.
Lets get started, shall we? :)
We're going back many, many years ago to a time when life was simpler, hair was bigger, and cars were louder. Back to a time when frogs were cool, moms were mean, and your father beat you when you were bad. A time when time-outs were.... Time-outs? yeah right! Back to a time when car seats were made to sit on, not get into, seatbelts were optional, not required by law. You know the time I speak of, now it's time for the setting... Picture, if you will, 1985. I was in second grade being taught by a teacher that I can't remember in a classroom that I wouldn't recognize but I can tell you that the timeframe was a good one, I have no bad memories from that time period. The next year, however; many bad memories. The one memory that sticks out the most... My third grade teacher was a real ass. I was in a fairly rough group of kids and it was a good idea at the time to spit on our teachers car. Bad news came when the teacher looked out the window and only saw ME spit on his car. He made me stay after school to wash his car off. This was after it has set in the sun all freakin day and crusted on there. It was so nasty, but I will say that I have never spit on a car since then (at least not intentionally). Enough about third grade tho, lets move on.
Fourth grade. My teacher was Mrs Owen, she kicked ass. My fav part of that year was that she had a lid to an old popcorn popper. All of our names went into the lid and then she would pass it around and we'd pick out a name of who would read next. I do not rightly know why this was so intriguing to me, but it was. I loved reading time, which is very strange because, for the most part, I don't read for pleasure. Didn't have much else that happened that year that I remember so we'll move on to fifth grade. What a year. No not really, this was the year I got into D&D and actually read a book cover to cover, a very good feat for a child who doesn't read. To date that is only the third book I have ever finished. The second book was Life 101 by Peter McWilliams (an awesome book) and the third was Crazy Time by Abigail Trafford (a very good book as well). It takes a serious movement for me to read a book and actually finish it. I get bored easily.
Fifth grade... a boring year, I learned to play tether ball and swing a bat. Big whoop. That was also the year I went to school with a huge bump on my head from my father's knuckle. It hurt, bad. I swore I wasn't coming back home after that... as it were, I was on the bus after school and ended up back at home. Fate hated me. For the longest time I was certain that I would have that damn bump forever. It seemed to be there for months! It sucked.
Sixth Grade. That was an interesting year. I got into band, playing the clarinet and saxophone. I didn't like band much, except for the recitals that we did, and that was just because I could show off a little. It wasn't until the next year that I liked band then hated it again when I got into highschool. Sixth grade was very interesting tho because that was about the time that I decided that life was gonna suck forever, period.
Seventh grade was pretty much the same stupid crap, school was okay, my circle of friends had completely changed from the prior year and I knew almost no one. There were of course the 2 or 3 close friends that I had that seemed to stick with me but most of my friends were long gone. I sometimes wondered what happened but then I just gave up. That was the first of many things that I gave up on but we'll save that for another post.
Eighth Grade. A mutany of gargantuan proportions. Life was very twisted that year. Things happened, people died, those who should have died, didn't. I became posessed to write poems and contemplate what happens after death (I still have not come to a conclusion about that). To this point in my life I had lost a brother and a sister, a grandmother and a grandfather, and several pets. My life seemed to revolve around death. I became fascinated by it and often contemplated what it would be like. Dying I'm still sure would hurt, but being dead I'm sure is not that painful. Most of my poetry from that time period revolved around death or pain or some such crap. Not zesty! Lets continue, shall we? YES
Freshman Yeah... Yeah, not even talking about that.
Sophomore year... What a time that was. I don't remember exactly when it was the my voice was changing but I do remember that it was this year sometime and I was in a barbershop quartet. There were four of us (hence the 'quartet') and all of us were out the same age. It was at this time that I developed my love of music. It didn't seem to matter what type of music it was, I loved it all. I was raised listening to country. I started listening to Metallica, Megadeath and the like. Later I got into Alternative music and power metal. I even got my hands on a bootleg copy of Sawetell, that was awesome! I wanted to go to concerts so bad but could never justify spending that kinda money on a ticket for a show that was way too loud and too long for standing. Well, that and the drive to get somewhere they had it at, which btw was only THREE HUNDRED FREAKIN MILES!! But eh, what is a guy to do. Also while I was a sophomore I also learned powerful techniques with the ladies, such as, wooing them into my bed with the cunning use of oral gas, and bribing them to do things for me with my dashing charm. It was a treachery. Oh to look back at the stupid shit that I used to do. Some of which I still do, blast it all, it seems to work the same too... I can't figure that out. LOL
Junior Year. what a waste of my time. I could bench press more than my weigh in lead and eat about as much. Life was good, I had a job that paid well (well for my age and skill levels) and enjoyed spending the money I was 'raking' in! Most of it went to pointless dates and dead end 'opportunities' to make money. I am such a moron sometimes. This was the year that I totalled my mothers car, sorry mom. That was an experience that I learned a great deal from... In fact most of my junior year I learned alot from. I learned that you can never trust a woman, no matter what kind of nail polish she has on or what kind of perfume she wears. Behold the antiquities of youth.
Senior Year. Need I say more. I missed more of my last semester than I attended. It was bad, too much work and not enough school. I was sure enjoying that money tho, *snickers*. The VP of my school thought it a good idea to call my mother and question her about the days I had missed, because I had too many absences to graduate. She told him that it was okay and to let me graduate and she would punish me afterwards. My own mother allowed me to graduate even tho I technically should not have. THANKS MOM! I would have hated doing senior year again. My life was finally turning around, or so I thought. This was also the first time in my life that I got a happy meal from McDonalds. My gf at the time took me to get one on my eighteenth birthday. wasn't that sweet? *gag* So yeah... I cried. I'm such a ninny like that. Graduation came and went and there I was working my jap ass off to make some money. I was po and knew it! I was living with two of my best friends in a basement apartment that was infested with nastyness and mexicans. That was the only time in my life that I have ever had something of value stolen from me and it happened to be my ENTIRE collection of CD's and my cd player. It was stolen from my car and the total came to over $400. It was not good, I was so pissed. I had worked hard to get the money for that collection. The one memory that sticks out the most from that apartment was the day that Rite-Aide had a sale on Mtn Dew, Grass and I got enough to completely fill the back of his S10 blazer. Once we got it all inside it was stacked next to the fridge from floor to ceiling, two rows deep and stacked the entire width and depth of the top of the fridge to the ceiling as well, and it was a short fridge! That lasted us almost 3 months. Between the two of us, we went thru almost a 24 pack per day. That was an enormous amount of Mtn Dew. I miss that stack. :)
OMFG! Breif intermission while I brag for just a moment... I totally just talked to THE Computer GOD! The very one! HOLY SHIT! I almost creamed myself! I will say that his voice sounds different than when he's on TV. But he totally said, "Thanks *my name here*" I asked him about his blog. DUDE IS AWESOME! I am so high right now! WOOT!
So, anyway, where was I. Ah yes, so after my excuzion from high school I decided that it would be a good idea to become a CNA (certified nurse aide). I truly enjoyed that experience and like many other experiences it was an awesome learning tool for me. I learned the value of family and relatives as well as the value of a hard days work. CNA work is grunt work so I got out of that and started into CMA (certified medication assistant, or something similar). That was so much easier and it took me from working in nursing homes to assisted living centers. That was nice because it got me out of the adult diaper changing industry and short term care. I was about to switch to home health because I thought that might be even better but then I got an offer to do EEG (electroencephlagram) monitoring. Pay was better and the job was the easiest thing I've ever done but the hours sucked. I was doing 7pm to 7am 12 hr shifts, four on four off. That was okay for a while then one night when my boss decided to pay me a little visit, I happened to have Metallica playing and I was jumping around the room like an ass. She fired me the next day, bitch. I then went to work for a call center that I, unfortunately still work for. I have had jobs also in the duration of time since I first started here, two with HP, DirecTV, Convergys and DRS, Inc. It has been a huge learning experience and I was on TV twice. So not too bad i spose. Enough about work stuff and school stuff for now... that pretty much brings you current.
Lets get started, shall we? :)
We're going back many, many years ago to a time when life was simpler, hair was bigger, and cars were louder. Back to a time when frogs were cool, moms were mean, and your father beat you when you were bad. A time when time-outs were.... Time-outs? yeah right! Back to a time when car seats were made to sit on, not get into, seatbelts were optional, not required by law. You know the time I speak of, now it's time for the setting... Picture, if you will, 1985. I was in second grade being taught by a teacher that I can't remember in a classroom that I wouldn't recognize but I can tell you that the timeframe was a good one, I have no bad memories from that time period. The next year, however; many bad memories. The one memory that sticks out the most... My third grade teacher was a real ass. I was in a fairly rough group of kids and it was a good idea at the time to spit on our teachers car. Bad news came when the teacher looked out the window and only saw ME spit on his car. He made me stay after school to wash his car off. This was after it has set in the sun all freakin day and crusted on there. It was so nasty, but I will say that I have never spit on a car since then (at least not intentionally). Enough about third grade tho, lets move on.
Fourth grade. My teacher was Mrs Owen, she kicked ass. My fav part of that year was that she had a lid to an old popcorn popper. All of our names went into the lid and then she would pass it around and we'd pick out a name of who would read next. I do not rightly know why this was so intriguing to me, but it was. I loved reading time, which is very strange because, for the most part, I don't read for pleasure. Didn't have much else that happened that year that I remember so we'll move on to fifth grade. What a year. No not really, this was the year I got into D&D and actually read a book cover to cover, a very good feat for a child who doesn't read. To date that is only the third book I have ever finished. The second book was Life 101 by Peter McWilliams (an awesome book) and the third was Crazy Time by Abigail Trafford (a very good book as well). It takes a serious movement for me to read a book and actually finish it. I get bored easily.
Fifth grade... a boring year, I learned to play tether ball and swing a bat. Big whoop. That was also the year I went to school with a huge bump on my head from my father's knuckle. It hurt, bad. I swore I wasn't coming back home after that... as it were, I was on the bus after school and ended up back at home. Fate hated me. For the longest time I was certain that I would have that damn bump forever. It seemed to be there for months! It sucked.
Sixth Grade. That was an interesting year. I got into band, playing the clarinet and saxophone. I didn't like band much, except for the recitals that we did, and that was just because I could show off a little. It wasn't until the next year that I liked band then hated it again when I got into highschool. Sixth grade was very interesting tho because that was about the time that I decided that life was gonna suck forever, period.
Seventh grade was pretty much the same stupid crap, school was okay, my circle of friends had completely changed from the prior year and I knew almost no one. There were of course the 2 or 3 close friends that I had that seemed to stick with me but most of my friends were long gone. I sometimes wondered what happened but then I just gave up. That was the first of many things that I gave up on but we'll save that for another post.
Eighth Grade. A mutany of gargantuan proportions. Life was very twisted that year. Things happened, people died, those who should have died, didn't. I became posessed to write poems and contemplate what happens after death (I still have not come to a conclusion about that). To this point in my life I had lost a brother and a sister, a grandmother and a grandfather, and several pets. My life seemed to revolve around death. I became fascinated by it and often contemplated what it would be like. Dying I'm still sure would hurt, but being dead I'm sure is not that painful. Most of my poetry from that time period revolved around death or pain or some such crap. Not zesty! Lets continue, shall we? YES
Freshman Yeah... Yeah, not even talking about that.
Sophomore year... What a time that was. I don't remember exactly when it was the my voice was changing but I do remember that it was this year sometime and I was in a barbershop quartet. There were four of us (hence the 'quartet') and all of us were out the same age. It was at this time that I developed my love of music. It didn't seem to matter what type of music it was, I loved it all. I was raised listening to country. I started listening to Metallica, Megadeath and the like. Later I got into Alternative music and power metal. I even got my hands on a bootleg copy of Sawetell, that was awesome! I wanted to go to concerts so bad but could never justify spending that kinda money on a ticket for a show that was way too loud and too long for standing. Well, that and the drive to get somewhere they had it at, which btw was only THREE HUNDRED FREAKIN MILES!! But eh, what is a guy to do. Also while I was a sophomore I also learned powerful techniques with the ladies, such as, wooing them into my bed with the cunning use of oral gas, and bribing them to do things for me with my dashing charm. It was a treachery. Oh to look back at the stupid shit that I used to do. Some of which I still do, blast it all, it seems to work the same too... I can't figure that out. LOL
Junior Year. what a waste of my time. I could bench press more than my weigh in lead and eat about as much. Life was good, I had a job that paid well (well for my age and skill levels) and enjoyed spending the money I was 'raking' in! Most of it went to pointless dates and dead end 'opportunities' to make money. I am such a moron sometimes. This was the year that I totalled my mothers car, sorry mom. That was an experience that I learned a great deal from... In fact most of my junior year I learned alot from. I learned that you can never trust a woman, no matter what kind of nail polish she has on or what kind of perfume she wears. Behold the antiquities of youth.
Senior Year. Need I say more. I missed more of my last semester than I attended. It was bad, too much work and not enough school. I was sure enjoying that money tho, *snickers*. The VP of my school thought it a good idea to call my mother and question her about the days I had missed, because I had too many absences to graduate. She told him that it was okay and to let me graduate and she would punish me afterwards. My own mother allowed me to graduate even tho I technically should not have. THANKS MOM! I would have hated doing senior year again. My life was finally turning around, or so I thought. This was also the first time in my life that I got a happy meal from McDonalds. My gf at the time took me to get one on my eighteenth birthday. wasn't that sweet? *gag* So yeah... I cried. I'm such a ninny like that. Graduation came and went and there I was working my jap ass off to make some money. I was po and knew it! I was living with two of my best friends in a basement apartment that was infested with nastyness and mexicans. That was the only time in my life that I have ever had something of value stolen from me and it happened to be my ENTIRE collection of CD's and my cd player. It was stolen from my car and the total came to over $400. It was not good, I was so pissed. I had worked hard to get the money for that collection. The one memory that sticks out the most from that apartment was the day that Rite-Aide had a sale on Mtn Dew, Grass and I got enough to completely fill the back of his S10 blazer. Once we got it all inside it was stacked next to the fridge from floor to ceiling, two rows deep and stacked the entire width and depth of the top of the fridge to the ceiling as well, and it was a short fridge! That lasted us almost 3 months. Between the two of us, we went thru almost a 24 pack per day. That was an enormous amount of Mtn Dew. I miss that stack. :)
OMFG! Breif intermission while I brag for just a moment... I totally just talked to THE Computer GOD! The very one! HOLY SHIT! I almost creamed myself! I will say that his voice sounds different than when he's on TV. But he totally said, "Thanks *my name here*" I asked him about his blog. DUDE IS AWESOME! I am so high right now! WOOT!
So, anyway, where was I. Ah yes, so after my excuzion from high school I decided that it would be a good idea to become a CNA (certified nurse aide). I truly enjoyed that experience and like many other experiences it was an awesome learning tool for me. I learned the value of family and relatives as well as the value of a hard days work. CNA work is grunt work so I got out of that and started into CMA (certified medication assistant, or something similar). That was so much easier and it took me from working in nursing homes to assisted living centers. That was nice because it got me out of the adult diaper changing industry and short term care. I was about to switch to home health because I thought that might be even better but then I got an offer to do EEG (electroencephlagram) monitoring. Pay was better and the job was the easiest thing I've ever done but the hours sucked. I was doing 7pm to 7am 12 hr shifts, four on four off. That was okay for a while then one night when my boss decided to pay me a little visit, I happened to have Metallica playing and I was jumping around the room like an ass. She fired me the next day, bitch. I then went to work for a call center that I, unfortunately still work for. I have had jobs also in the duration of time since I first started here, two with HP, DirecTV, Convergys and DRS, Inc. It has been a huge learning experience and I was on TV twice. So not too bad i spose. Enough about work stuff and school stuff for now... that pretty much brings you current.
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