Spring Break
Well here I am again. Things have been going well. Tonight I ate at Lucilles in Weston with my Dad, Erica and Michelle. I think my Dad likes Michelle alot. He always asks me how shes doing and if Im treating her right. He told me a couple of days ago he wished my Mom had met her. I do to, but for some reason I sense he is deeply happy to see me in a relationship with someone.
Otherwise, I went to Michelles sister house and saw Chrissy's 8 month old baby. Babies are odd creations I have determined. When I walked in, Gabby (the baby) crawled over to me and immediately began crying. I was thinking why does this baby crawl towards me and cry at the same time. Its obvious she disapproves of something about me, so why bother coming towards me. I played for a little bit of course but I cant understand what so thrilling about an Ernie jack in the box. Its like each time I pressed on it, the baby expected something different to happen. Michelle was angry the baby slept for most of the time we were there. And I was attacked by a chiuahaha. This is Buzz second attack on me even though its sworn hes never done that to anyone. Maybe he knows I dont like him. One day when no one is around Im punting that piece of crap through a window.
Oh yes, I got a job at the Gainesville Sun. The Alligator doesnt know but since they screwed me over, forget them. I am going to cover high school sports and some lesser Gator sports like volleyball and soccer. I owe my friend Alden for this one. He had the foresight to leave the Alligator although he did miss out on the baseball beat.
I also got word about my application for a history major. Unfortuantely I wont know until next Monday which should aggravate me even more because I have to walk in and pick up my appeals form.
I spent Saturday night at Bongos in Miami and I was reminded of every reason why I dont like Dade County. I am surrounded by people living not the "American Dream", which is the white picket fence and three kids and a dog. No, these people are living the "Dade County Dream", which is working a shit-paying job 9-5, five days a week, and then on Friday and Saturday night, wearing clothes you cant afford and going to one of several clubs where you pretend to be someone more important than you really are. of course you live with your parents till you are 30, and are always into these get-rich quick schemes, such as real estate licenses, but you end up saving nothing, and know nothing of the world outside of Dade County and think that this world only extends to Disney World one weekend a year when you take this same approach to life and rep the 305 while in Pleasure Island. eventually your 40 and doing the same thing and then you can officially become "creepy old guy" at the club.
Well aside from that life is good. I am dveloping a six-pack after several weeks of training and ab workouts. I do that mostly to humor myself in downtime, but also because my roomate Carlos is into workouts.
I hope that suffices for now. Ill see you all later._Alex
Otherwise, I went to Michelles sister house and saw Chrissy's 8 month old baby. Babies are odd creations I have determined. When I walked in, Gabby (the baby) crawled over to me and immediately began crying. I was thinking why does this baby crawl towards me and cry at the same time. Its obvious she disapproves of something about me, so why bother coming towards me. I played for a little bit of course but I cant understand what so thrilling about an Ernie jack in the box. Its like each time I pressed on it, the baby expected something different to happen. Michelle was angry the baby slept for most of the time we were there. And I was attacked by a chiuahaha. This is Buzz second attack on me even though its sworn hes never done that to anyone. Maybe he knows I dont like him. One day when no one is around Im punting that piece of crap through a window.
Oh yes, I got a job at the Gainesville Sun. The Alligator doesnt know but since they screwed me over, forget them. I am going to cover high school sports and some lesser Gator sports like volleyball and soccer. I owe my friend Alden for this one. He had the foresight to leave the Alligator although he did miss out on the baseball beat.
I also got word about my application for a history major. Unfortuantely I wont know until next Monday which should aggravate me even more because I have to walk in and pick up my appeals form.
I spent Saturday night at Bongos in Miami and I was reminded of every reason why I dont like Dade County. I am surrounded by people living not the "American Dream", which is the white picket fence and three kids and a dog. No, these people are living the "Dade County Dream", which is working a shit-paying job 9-5, five days a week, and then on Friday and Saturday night, wearing clothes you cant afford and going to one of several clubs where you pretend to be someone more important than you really are. of course you live with your parents till you are 30, and are always into these get-rich quick schemes, such as real estate licenses, but you end up saving nothing, and know nothing of the world outside of Dade County and think that this world only extends to Disney World one weekend a year when you take this same approach to life and rep the 305 while in Pleasure Island. eventually your 40 and doing the same thing and then you can officially become "creepy old guy" at the club.
Well aside from that life is good. I am dveloping a six-pack after several weeks of training and ab workouts. I do that mostly to humor myself in downtime, but also because my roomate Carlos is into workouts.
I hope that suffices for now. Ill see you all later._Alex