Sweet Jesus it's good to be back
After what seemed to be the longer semester of the two I've got under my belt, I'm finally home. Blood, sweat, and yes a few tears have been shed so that I may be here at home. But good God, it is good to be here! The drive down was one spectacular drive indeed.
It's hour 7 of the 8 hour drive. I'm less than a 100 miles away. My eyes close. I can still see with my eyes closed. It's an Advanced Prediction System my brain developed for situations like this. I'm in total control, my perception is only slightly dulled. Keep in mind my eyes are closed. Then, my left arm gives out. Totally useless, it drags the steering wheel and the right arm to the left, smashing my car into the guardrail. I then open my eyes, and am shaken by the bumps on the side of the road that are telling me "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey". I promptly bring the car back onto the lane and slap myself. A.P.S. has saved my life again!
I can't stand that long drive. Several spots on the turnpike are full of powerful crosswinds, which are powerful enough to send you into the next lane. Often times there are thunderstorms. Crashes can delay the drive for ungodly amounts of time. And my personal favorite is the weariness that comes from staying up the entire night before, packing all of my things into easy to transport bags and such. Sleep deprived, yet I still try to drive my car, which is stuffed to capacity, 8 hours on Florida highways. There are fucking lunatics on these roadways. Anyway, I'm home, safe and sound, thanks to Aldo who was quite useless when I needed him most, but was occasionally there to ask me if I was awake. I even think he saw me with my eyes closed, yet did nothing, which I admit was startling. I know this because I opened my eyes right away after envisioning my flaming death thanks to A.P.S., and caught him looking at me. I would like to think that if any of you(my readers) were to be a passenger and noticed that the driver were falling asleep, you would have the audacity, the nerve, to gently nudge them and wake them from their oh-so-peaceful slumber. And let me tell you, I'm going to be a millionaire when I invent a driving simulation chamber that lets you sit in the virtual seat of a 91 maxima, going 85 mph on a boring Florida turnpike during a very bright sunny day and having been deprived of sleep for over 72 hours as a sleeping aid.
But I'm here.
So enough of the bitching, right? Yea, yesterday I went to the Marlins game! I've been living in Florida for close to 15 years. I've never really been a baseball fan, but in baseball I've only liked three teams: the Yankees, the Mariners, and the Marlins. I only like the Mariners because Ken Griffey Jr. was a Mariner in "Ken Griffey Jr. Major League Baseball" on the Super Nintendo Entertainment System. So Edwin, Becca, Aldo and I head on out to Pro Player to see our defending champions woop some ass. And throughout most of the game it is good. Marlins up 3 to 1 for most of it, Dodgers score one in the 7th, then tie it up in the bottom of the god damn 9th! Cabrera, you asscock, you could have run a little faster and caught that ball, but no you're out there looking pretty for all the chicas. Well fuck you, I could have been home 2 hours earlier for a much better result, which is the Marlins winning and me in my bed. But no, extra innings ensue and the inevitable loss the Marlins had to face in the 11th inning. Which took forever, because someone decided to hit 7,000 foul balls.
I still like the Marlins though.
Went to a meeting for "Art-House". "Art-House" is our new project over this summer, an hour long mock-u-mentary about "artsy" film directors and how pretentious some of these assholes can really be. It's going to be really funny, I can feel it, and plus I'm First Assistant Director and one of the larger roles in the film, so it damn well better be. I can tell it's going to be tons of fun, and I love the people I'm working with. Hopefully this film will be good enough to enter into some local film festivals(fingers crossed) and we could get some kind of recognition. I think it's pretty well written, and it's been revised, re-revised, and re-re-revised several times by over 6 different people at several meetings. It has to be good. It has to. We'll show you Matt.
Enough writing for today. I'll continue this later, in a part two.
Peace ya punk bitches
It's hour 7 of the 8 hour drive. I'm less than a 100 miles away. My eyes close. I can still see with my eyes closed. It's an Advanced Prediction System my brain developed for situations like this. I'm in total control, my perception is only slightly dulled. Keep in mind my eyes are closed. Then, my left arm gives out. Totally useless, it drags the steering wheel and the right arm to the left, smashing my car into the guardrail. I then open my eyes, and am shaken by the bumps on the side of the road that are telling me "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey". I promptly bring the car back onto the lane and slap myself. A.P.S. has saved my life again!
I can't stand that long drive. Several spots on the turnpike are full of powerful crosswinds, which are powerful enough to send you into the next lane. Often times there are thunderstorms. Crashes can delay the drive for ungodly amounts of time. And my personal favorite is the weariness that comes from staying up the entire night before, packing all of my things into easy to transport bags and such. Sleep deprived, yet I still try to drive my car, which is stuffed to capacity, 8 hours on Florida highways. There are fucking lunatics on these roadways. Anyway, I'm home, safe and sound, thanks to Aldo who was quite useless when I needed him most, but was occasionally there to ask me if I was awake. I even think he saw me with my eyes closed, yet did nothing, which I admit was startling. I know this because I opened my eyes right away after envisioning my flaming death thanks to A.P.S., and caught him looking at me. I would like to think that if any of you(my readers) were to be a passenger and noticed that the driver were falling asleep, you would have the audacity, the nerve, to gently nudge them and wake them from their oh-so-peaceful slumber. And let me tell you, I'm going to be a millionaire when I invent a driving simulation chamber that lets you sit in the virtual seat of a 91 maxima, going 85 mph on a boring Florida turnpike during a very bright sunny day and having been deprived of sleep for over 72 hours as a sleeping aid.
But I'm here.
So enough of the bitching, right? Yea, yesterday I went to the Marlins game! I've been living in Florida for close to 15 years. I've never really been a baseball fan, but in baseball I've only liked three teams: the Yankees, the Mariners, and the Marlins. I only like the Mariners because Ken Griffey Jr. was a Mariner in "Ken Griffey Jr. Major League Baseball" on the Super Nintendo Entertainment System. So Edwin, Becca, Aldo and I head on out to Pro Player to see our defending champions woop some ass. And throughout most of the game it is good. Marlins up 3 to 1 for most of it, Dodgers score one in the 7th, then tie it up in the bottom of the god damn 9th! Cabrera, you asscock, you could have run a little faster and caught that ball, but no you're out there looking pretty for all the chicas. Well fuck you, I could have been home 2 hours earlier for a much better result, which is the Marlins winning and me in my bed. But no, extra innings ensue and the inevitable loss the Marlins had to face in the 11th inning. Which took forever, because someone decided to hit 7,000 foul balls.
I still like the Marlins though.
Went to a meeting for "Art-House". "Art-House" is our new project over this summer, an hour long mock-u-mentary about "artsy" film directors and how pretentious some of these assholes can really be. It's going to be really funny, I can feel it, and plus I'm First Assistant Director and one of the larger roles in the film, so it damn well better be. I can tell it's going to be tons of fun, and I love the people I'm working with. Hopefully this film will be good enough to enter into some local film festivals(fingers crossed) and we could get some kind of recognition. I think it's pretty well written, and it's been revised, re-revised, and re-re-revised several times by over 6 different people at several meetings. It has to be good. It has to. We'll show you Matt.
Enough writing for today. I'll continue this later, in a part two.
Peace ya punk bitches