It's Goin' Down
Lots to talk about...
*The return to the Great North on Friday went smoothly enough. I still don't like flying though. But what I hate more than flying is getting up at 3:30 in the morning to catch a red-eye flight, and end up travelling a collective total of 9 hours and 20 minutes. Not cool.
Did I say the return went smoothly? Well that statement is not including the little puddle-jump from Fort Lauderdale to Tampa. We went straight through a rain cloud which embodies the absolute worst possible turbulence ever. Now, I'm not the type of person who thinks "OMFG, teh plane is bumpy, we r teh daed!!" ... Keeping that in mind, the wind was so bad that even I was grasping my arm rest from time to time. Fortunately, the landing--which is by far the worst part of flying--went very smoothly. Unlike the first flight down to Baltimore when the plane jerked to the right while it was landing... Not cool.
Anywho, the flight from Tampa to Manchester went decently. Except the view completely sucked as literally the entire east coast was swamped by a strong cold front resulting in the plane peaking out at 33,000 feet... and still being sandwiched between the clouds.
*The 10 days in Florida were amusing if nothing else. The things that we did were pretty standard for being in Florida and don't really merit any further detail. You know, Key Largo, Miami, Pampano, Deerfield... all beaches, yes, among other things.
It was my inception to the new Floridian living, so I decided to familiarize myself with the area. (Stay with me on this, people, and keep in mind I live in L-Town, the Podunk capital of the world). My dad lives in Coral Springs, a small town about an hour north of Miami. I figured out that Coral Springs, and about 10 towns either direction, is just an arrangement of intersections. You take one completely straight road and go through 6 different towns and not even notice you've left that one town. When we were going to Pampano, we arrived there in about 30 minutes and I never thought we even left Coral Springs. You see, I'm used to [town-backroad through woods-town-more woods-town], not [Town-Town-Town-City-Town-Beach]. And all the surrounding towns were were 10,000 secured neighborhood apartments on the other end of town was 9 million plazas. I liked to refer to it as: Coral Springs, 1 Road-9,000 Plazas. On one trip, I was able to count 7 animal shelters, 6 chiropractors, 8 dentists, 5 grocery stores, 3 Blockbuster video stores, and 3 guitar shops (none of which I got a chance to visit >_<).
It's a nice area though. I guess it's just foreign to me because I'm not used to actual civilization.
-There was a great ice cream shop down there, quite possibly the best ice cream shop ever, called Coldstone. You know those Japanese restaurants where they cook everything in front of you on those silver tables? Well it was kinda like that, only the stone was cold. What they did was take a scoop of icecream out, slap it on the cold stone, mix in whatever you wanted (topping, candy, etc.) and mix it all around, then slap it in a bowl. It was a cool place. The coolest thing though was if you place something in the tip cup, the entire crew has to sing. Their songs were really created, creating ice-cream related parodies of "Fantasy" (Ludacris), "Big Pimpin" (Jay Z), "I'd Do Anything" (Simple Plan), and "We Will Rock You" (Queen)... Those are the ones I heard. If I lived there, no doubt I'd be working there.
-When my friends from out of town come to L-Town, every one of them mentions something about the "Moose Crossing" signs that are on the side of the road up 93. Some say they began to get wary and scared when they saw that. Well, I found the Floridian eqivalent of that. Coming back from Key Largo, I perked right up when I saw a "Crocodile Crossing" sign. And THAT, my friends, made me wary and scared. And no doubt if I had any Floridian friends to tell that to, they'd say the exact same thing I tell everyone about "Moose Crossing"; Don't worry about, they only have a 40% chance of killing you if you hit one.
*I went to Racheal's basketball game when I was there. Naturally, as I'm a loyalist and still go to (nearly) all the high school games at LHS, I was going to be comparing the general flow and feel of the game and atmosphere at Pampano to that at home. My results are as such:
The LHS Girls' team would have a field day with both of the teams I saw. Both teams were poor at executing plays, both teams lacked sufficient defense, both teams had a point guard that were the court generals, both teams had a hard time finishing shots which caused lots of fouls and missed layups. Pampano was so poorly coached too. They had a shot of winning the game if they knew how to manage the time at the end of the game.
The crowd-support, give the edge to L-Town... a BIG edge. The crowd was sparse and completely non-involved. It was so bad that my dad and I were the loudest ones in the bleachers... and I was being reserved because of my being foreign to the area. And I figured out where I get my fanatacism when it comes to sporting events... My dad was yelling on the court "BRING THE PRESSURE!", "GRAB THE BALL!", "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!". Slightly surprising, but then again... not really. There was this one other lady there who was enthusiastic. In fact, she flipped the ref off with one hand while holding her baby in the other. Heh.
The only edge that Pampano gets over Littleton is in the cheerleading department. The L-Town cheerleaders are barely enthusiastic and are barely comprehensible. The Pampano cheerleaders not only were comprehensible and enthusiastic, but were damn loud. And they busted out some things I never thought they could do. Like I never thought you could use the word "Suck" in a cheer... or say "Daha! You missed it!" when they're shooting a freethrow.
*After expressing my dismay about leaving in the upcoming days, I realized that I really didn't have a reason to come home. I wasn't going to be in school at Lyndon for the semester, the semester at the community college didnt start for another couple weeks, and I was in 80 degree weather while New Hampshire was cold and rainy. So my dad gave me the option of staying there for another 5 or 6 days until the next fly date. The only contributing factor in my return to New Hampshire is because .... I missed my guitar ... I missed my bass ... and I missed my drums. I was going to bring my guitar with me, but I figured I shouldn't. I didn't want to check it because if they lost it, I would've been ripped shit... and I would've let them know about it. I was under the assumption it wouldn't fit in the overhead storage. However, that assumption changed as ... from all 4 flights that I took to and from ... I counted 5 people carrying on guitars. My dad said the really faithful people buy seats for their guitars. So next time I go down, I'm asking for 2 tickets.
*I left my cell phone in Florida. Someone with an "I'm with stupid <-" t-shirt come stand next to me. My dad and/or sister is supposed to get around to priority mailing it to me "when they get around to it". I may not have my cell phone until... ... I go down to Florida and get it myself :-P
*After a 3 hour crash when I got home from the airport (I say "crash" because a "nap" insinuates an hour and a half at most), I went to the LHS girls' game. I did it mostly as a way to see the friends I haven't seen in that long. I was so dead that I wasn't sure if I would be the same old loud fanatical Bobbo self that I always am at games. After 5 minutes into the first quarter, that thought ceased to be as I was yelling at refs, yellin and hootin like I always had been. It was an intense game, but fouls killed us. We kept fouling the Winnisquam players, while we couldn't even make our own free throws. Crushing loss, but that's ok. The girls played in Woodsville tonight, which I thought about attending seeing that Woodsville is not far at all. But the inclimate weather denied me passage to that plan.
*My dad gave me an idea to think about while I was visiting him. He plans on going into real estate with Greg and told me that it was worth pointing out to me to keep my options open. He said that he'd even field the fee it takes to take the class for me should I decide that I wanted to do it. His plan was that if I decided to do it, we'd go in together and compliment each other; kind of a father/son business. You do get paid on comimssion which is kind of a draw back, but it's 3% of the original price. So your share on, say, a $300,000 house is $1,000 right there. The thing is I would have to move down to Florida, which I'm not ready to do yet. For one, despite how I enjoyed the 10 days of warmth, winters are supposed to be cold. I would be so confused living there. Next, I already made my vow to not move to Florida for my own reasons. And there's also the fact that all my friends are all still up north... and I need friends to survive. But I'm still not going to close the door on this option. It is still open for my thoughts to process. Florida has the best real estate potential in the nation, so that's the state to be in for that career. The factor that my dad gives me to do it is ... You do real estate for at least 5 years, you'd be able to do anything you want after that (meaning work wise). Keeping that in mind...
*Saturday, I spent 4 consecutive hours in my jam room ... Hello blisters...
*I watched an uncharacterisc crapload of movies this weekend. "Office Space", "South Park", "Battle Royale", "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back", "Liar Liar", "Spinal Tap", "28 Days Later", a pirated "Some Kind of Monster", "Star Wars I, II, and IV" respectively, and "Dogma" twice.... Just somehting I noticed.
*Still unaware of where I'm going to get a job, though I do have some prospects. The most likely of these prospects include Applebees, Home Depot , or Goldhouse... though I'm still going to inquire about a position at Northern Lights... Nothing would give me greater joy than working a store full of guitars. This week is going to be the "Get off your ass and retrieve job applications" week... which is pretty self explanatory.
*I'm being pressured into getting into a MySpace profile by a couple people on the grounds that "everyone has one". I didn't want one to begin with ... just because. But now I'm definitely not getting one because I do not conform or collapse under pressure.. especially peer pressure. The thing is it wouldn't even do me any good. Everyone who would look at said profile should I get one already knows everything about me that the information provides... and the pictures deal, well.. I'd assume you'd want to preserve your eyesight. Bobbo is boycotting MySpace. Who's with me?! ... *cricket* ...
*I didn't hide this behind a cut... because I'm an asshole. ... an asshole who wants to make your friends' page long. Eat that.
*The return to the Great North on Friday went smoothly enough. I still don't like flying though. But what I hate more than flying is getting up at 3:30 in the morning to catch a red-eye flight, and end up travelling a collective total of 9 hours and 20 minutes. Not cool.
Did I say the return went smoothly? Well that statement is not including the little puddle-jump from Fort Lauderdale to Tampa. We went straight through a rain cloud which embodies the absolute worst possible turbulence ever. Now, I'm not the type of person who thinks "OMFG, teh plane is bumpy, we r teh daed!!" ... Keeping that in mind, the wind was so bad that even I was grasping my arm rest from time to time. Fortunately, the landing--which is by far the worst part of flying--went very smoothly. Unlike the first flight down to Baltimore when the plane jerked to the right while it was landing... Not cool.
Anywho, the flight from Tampa to Manchester went decently. Except the view completely sucked as literally the entire east coast was swamped by a strong cold front resulting in the plane peaking out at 33,000 feet... and still being sandwiched between the clouds.
*The 10 days in Florida were amusing if nothing else. The things that we did were pretty standard for being in Florida and don't really merit any further detail. You know, Key Largo, Miami, Pampano, Deerfield... all beaches, yes, among other things.
It was my inception to the new Floridian living, so I decided to familiarize myself with the area. (Stay with me on this, people, and keep in mind I live in L-Town, the Podunk capital of the world). My dad lives in Coral Springs, a small town about an hour north of Miami. I figured out that Coral Springs, and about 10 towns either direction, is just an arrangement of intersections. You take one completely straight road and go through 6 different towns and not even notice you've left that one town. When we were going to Pampano, we arrived there in about 30 minutes and I never thought we even left Coral Springs. You see, I'm used to [town-backroad through woods-town-more woods-town], not [Town-Town-Town-City-Town-Beach]. And all the surrounding towns were were 10,000 secured neighborhood apartments on the other end of town was 9 million plazas. I liked to refer to it as: Coral Springs, 1 Road-9,000 Plazas. On one trip, I was able to count 7 animal shelters, 6 chiropractors, 8 dentists, 5 grocery stores, 3 Blockbuster video stores, and 3 guitar shops (none of which I got a chance to visit >_<).
It's a nice area though. I guess it's just foreign to me because I'm not used to actual civilization.
-There was a great ice cream shop down there, quite possibly the best ice cream shop ever, called Coldstone. You know those Japanese restaurants where they cook everything in front of you on those silver tables? Well it was kinda like that, only the stone was cold. What they did was take a scoop of icecream out, slap it on the cold stone, mix in whatever you wanted (topping, candy, etc.) and mix it all around, then slap it in a bowl. It was a cool place. The coolest thing though was if you place something in the tip cup, the entire crew has to sing. Their songs were really created, creating ice-cream related parodies of "Fantasy" (Ludacris), "Big Pimpin" (Jay Z), "I'd Do Anything" (Simple Plan), and "We Will Rock You" (Queen)... Those are the ones I heard. If I lived there, no doubt I'd be working there.
-When my friends from out of town come to L-Town, every one of them mentions something about the "Moose Crossing" signs that are on the side of the road up 93. Some say they began to get wary and scared when they saw that. Well, I found the Floridian eqivalent of that. Coming back from Key Largo, I perked right up when I saw a "Crocodile Crossing" sign. And THAT, my friends, made me wary and scared. And no doubt if I had any Floridian friends to tell that to, they'd say the exact same thing I tell everyone about "Moose Crossing"; Don't worry about, they only have a 40% chance of killing you if you hit one.
*I went to Racheal's basketball game when I was there. Naturally, as I'm a loyalist and still go to (nearly) all the high school games at LHS, I was going to be comparing the general flow and feel of the game and atmosphere at Pampano to that at home. My results are as such:
The LHS Girls' team would have a field day with both of the teams I saw. Both teams were poor at executing plays, both teams lacked sufficient defense, both teams had a point guard that were the court generals, both teams had a hard time finishing shots which caused lots of fouls and missed layups. Pampano was so poorly coached too. They had a shot of winning the game if they knew how to manage the time at the end of the game.
The crowd-support, give the edge to L-Town... a BIG edge. The crowd was sparse and completely non-involved. It was so bad that my dad and I were the loudest ones in the bleachers... and I was being reserved because of my being foreign to the area. And I figured out where I get my fanatacism when it comes to sporting events... My dad was yelling on the court "BRING THE PRESSURE!", "GRAB THE BALL!", "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!". Slightly surprising, but then again... not really. There was this one other lady there who was enthusiastic. In fact, she flipped the ref off with one hand while holding her baby in the other. Heh.
The only edge that Pampano gets over Littleton is in the cheerleading department. The L-Town cheerleaders are barely enthusiastic and are barely comprehensible. The Pampano cheerleaders not only were comprehensible and enthusiastic, but were damn loud. And they busted out some things I never thought they could do. Like I never thought you could use the word "Suck" in a cheer... or say "Daha! You missed it!" when they're shooting a freethrow.
*After expressing my dismay about leaving in the upcoming days, I realized that I really didn't have a reason to come home. I wasn't going to be in school at Lyndon for the semester, the semester at the community college didnt start for another couple weeks, and I was in 80 degree weather while New Hampshire was cold and rainy. So my dad gave me the option of staying there for another 5 or 6 days until the next fly date. The only contributing factor in my return to New Hampshire is because .... I missed my guitar ... I missed my bass ... and I missed my drums. I was going to bring my guitar with me, but I figured I shouldn't. I didn't want to check it because if they lost it, I would've been ripped shit... and I would've let them know about it. I was under the assumption it wouldn't fit in the overhead storage. However, that assumption changed as ... from all 4 flights that I took to and from ... I counted 5 people carrying on guitars. My dad said the really faithful people buy seats for their guitars. So next time I go down, I'm asking for 2 tickets.
*I left my cell phone in Florida. Someone with an "I'm with stupid <-" t-shirt come stand next to me. My dad and/or sister is supposed to get around to priority mailing it to me "when they get around to it". I may not have my cell phone until... ... I go down to Florida and get it myself :-P
*After a 3 hour crash when I got home from the airport (I say "crash" because a "nap" insinuates an hour and a half at most), I went to the LHS girls' game. I did it mostly as a way to see the friends I haven't seen in that long. I was so dead that I wasn't sure if I would be the same old loud fanatical Bobbo self that I always am at games. After 5 minutes into the first quarter, that thought ceased to be as I was yelling at refs, yellin and hootin like I always had been. It was an intense game, but fouls killed us. We kept fouling the Winnisquam players, while we couldn't even make our own free throws. Crushing loss, but that's ok. The girls played in Woodsville tonight, which I thought about attending seeing that Woodsville is not far at all. But the inclimate weather denied me passage to that plan.
*My dad gave me an idea to think about while I was visiting him. He plans on going into real estate with Greg and told me that it was worth pointing out to me to keep my options open. He said that he'd even field the fee it takes to take the class for me should I decide that I wanted to do it. His plan was that if I decided to do it, we'd go in together and compliment each other; kind of a father/son business. You do get paid on comimssion which is kind of a draw back, but it's 3% of the original price. So your share on, say, a $300,000 house is $1,000 right there. The thing is I would have to move down to Florida, which I'm not ready to do yet. For one, despite how I enjoyed the 10 days of warmth, winters are supposed to be cold. I would be so confused living there. Next, I already made my vow to not move to Florida for my own reasons. And there's also the fact that all my friends are all still up north... and I need friends to survive. But I'm still not going to close the door on this option. It is still open for my thoughts to process. Florida has the best real estate potential in the nation, so that's the state to be in for that career. The factor that my dad gives me to do it is ... You do real estate for at least 5 years, you'd be able to do anything you want after that (meaning work wise). Keeping that in mind...
*Saturday, I spent 4 consecutive hours in my jam room ... Hello blisters...
*I watched an uncharacterisc crapload of movies this weekend. "Office Space", "South Park", "Battle Royale", "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back", "Liar Liar", "Spinal Tap", "28 Days Later", a pirated "Some Kind of Monster", "Star Wars I, II, and IV" respectively, and "Dogma" twice.... Just somehting I noticed.
*Still unaware of where I'm going to get a job, though I do have some prospects. The most likely of these prospects include Applebees, Home Depot , or Goldhouse... though I'm still going to inquire about a position at Northern Lights... Nothing would give me greater joy than working a store full of guitars. This week is going to be the "Get off your ass and retrieve job applications" week... which is pretty self explanatory.
*I'm being pressured into getting into a MySpace profile by a couple people on the grounds that "everyone has one". I didn't want one to begin with ... just because. But now I'm definitely not getting one because I do not conform or collapse under pressure.. especially peer pressure. The thing is it wouldn't even do me any good. Everyone who would look at said profile should I get one already knows everything about me that the information provides... and the pictures deal, well.. I'd assume you'd want to preserve your eyesight. Bobbo is boycotting MySpace. Who's with me?! ... *cricket* ...
*I didn't hide this behind a cut... because I'm an asshole. ... an asshole who wants to make your friends' page long. Eat that.