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| Due to the continueing effects of Katrina I have not been able to post for sometime.
So today I was in Taco Bell when I witnessed the saddest thing ever. While I was on my 20th minute of waiting in the ridiculously long line, I hear, "Thats it your done!" The manager fires a man who at the time I could not see. After an explanation of how he is sick and tired of this and that he makes the guy turn in his apron! When he rounds the corner it is clear that this man is of mexican descent. So now the Clearview Taco Bell is back to being just a bunch of white people. As I sat eating my crunch rap supreme I couldn't help but wonder what world we live in that a mexican would get fired from Taco Bell. But then I realized it is probably less of a reflection on the world we live in and more a reflection on the kind of guy that after being fired from Taco Bell would then storm out carrying two bags of tacos and what looked to be a dozen pan pizza's! | | |
| Before I begin let me respond to something that happened to me the other day on the bonnet carre spillway (outside of new orleans)...
I was apparently in the way of a huge ford f-150,... for that I am sorry for...
But to the driver of that truck...the moment you add the thumb, when you flick people off, we know you were raised in a trailer park!(no offense to anyone who grew up in 8 mile or any other such mobile housing parking facilities)...
In addition if you are not wearing a shirt, we all no that you are not in a rush...(example you never hear a man with no shirt saying, "get out of my way, my wife is about to have a baby", "I'm late for a job interview", "I've got to perform surgery!", etc.)
To get to the issue at hand, I seem to have a history with the insect world (see entries #3 and #8). Last night I brushed my teeth, got in bed, realized I had to go to the bathroom, got in bed, heard the dryer stop and needed to change out clothes, and many other frustrating things that get in the way of a perfectly good tuck in. Finally I turn out my light and walk across my room in the dark and sit on the edge of my bed. I reach down and dust off whatever I picked up on the bottom of my feet as I walked across my leaf filled carpet. I hear a familiar buzzing noise. I quickly realize that it is my electric razor which I had brought with me on my recent trip to the nolia and had apparently dropped out of my shaving kit. I (for whatever reason) decided to make a sort of game out of hunting for the razor by ear. I feel around following the sound but am left razorless. After much searching I get more serious, with my face closer to the bed and my hands tossing my sheets alittle harder. I finally locate the noise and place my hands in the general direction of the noise. To my surprise I wrap my hand around a golf ball sized lump, with legs! I freak out like a preteen at a howy D concert (thats right, i went there!) and I flipped on the light. On my bed was the largest bumble bee I have ever seen in my life! I decide to scoop it up with a hat and place it by my door. I figure the episode is over, but as I slowly drift to sleep I here a buzz and as though by eco location the bee found my face where he landed near my mouth! I flipped out!!! smashing the insect over and over on the floor until it was thoroughly dead. When it was all said and done the bees lifeless body lay strewn about my carpet in parts, unrecognizeable even to the most skilled intemologist. Sitting beside my bed breathing heavy I realized how truly short life is....but then I realized how sick it was having that much insect on my hands! | | |
| Topic of the day: Equanimity
So alot has happened in the last few weeks that has led me to a cetain understanding of fairness in our world.
I would like to send out a congratulations to my good friend Jordan Smith. Jordan for example just got engaged....
I on the other hand got mono.
Another example would be Bode Miller. Bode Miller gets paid millions of dollars from Barilla pasta for his bad boy high jinx and his downhill skiing ability...
I on the other hand almost swallowed my retainer last night while I slept.
You see how the world works? We have to assume that God is greater than our circumstances and that he is working despite what happens to us, because no matter how brightly the sun was shining this morning something had to happen....
The dog down the street is a perfect example of this... the "toto" looking dog down the street bit me on the ankle this morning...
I on the other hand kicked him into the next yard!
So remember that no matter how bad your day, it could be worse...
Cause while I am getting better after weeks of rest...
Many of you reading this have drank after me! | | |
| As my graduation date is fast approaching I feel I have been growing increasingly sentimental. I am taking in the most mundane episodes, experiencing them with actual joy and anticipation. Today was just such an instance...
Being a week till my big History of the Modern Near East Mid Term, I figured its about time I update all those notes I only half took in class. Lets be honest I only got into this whole history thing for the women. When all the other guys are stumbling about trying to impress the ladies with there stories of 2-A football glory, I can always whip out my extensive knowledge of Suliman VI and how he lead the Ottoman empire to greatness with tact and an iron fist. But I digress, this necessity led me back to where it all got started. The dorms. Neilson in particularly. It has been a year and half since I moved out and to this day I have no regrets. I strolled up to the elevator (the only way to get to the 11th floor without having to step over floor after floor of vomit and broken glass in the stair well) and I punched the up button. After standing there a good 10 minutes a freshman named Chad (or Chadilac or Chaddy, as some may know him) walked up and hit the down button. As though waiting for us the doors opened! How silly of me. I then stepped into the third elevator and hit the button for the 11th floor. The third elevator works? In the 2 and a half year I did time in Neilson we never had the luxury of having a third elevator? (Of course neither do they because the third one is the only elevator that is working.) As the doors closed and Chad disapeared it became clear to me that the light in the elevator was out. I'm talking 11 floors of nothing but darkness. If you've ever wondered what the eternal torment of hell was like, it could be found in elevator number three. As I retrieved the notes and road in the dark back to the ground floor I remebered fondly my days spent in these hallowed halls....the showers minus curtains, the random people throwing up at 2 am, the bathtub on the fourth floor (I mean who uses that thing?), shaving our heads in the "kitchen" and adding to the same pile the next month, "Icy Hot" the worst R.A. ever and his various women, and the cleaning ladies walking in while your using the urinal! It was there in the elevator I realized two things: First, I have no idea what I am standing in right now....and second, we pay alot of money to go to school here, and yet the majority of my memories are derived from experiences I could recieve in a homeless shelter or in prison! | | |
| So I meant to write this entry in 2005...but its all gonna be in one.
Top 10 moments of 2005 (no particular order)
1. Jumping off Ghost Lake bridge Cochrane, AB (Canada)
2. Various girls
3. Mrs. Elizabeth in Philly (finest 98 year old black woman i ever did meet)
4. Falling asleep on subway to airport in Atlanta
5. Being BCM President
6. Gutting a flooded house in Lakeview
7. Clubbin' in Miami
8. Sleeping in 7 cities in 7 days
9. Freestyling with "Grandma-Moses"
10. So i was sitting there minding my own business on the final night of the year when the low rumble of Polish dance music caught my ear. It was a brisk night...the kind of night that leaves a mans soul longing for the companionship of another. To my delight such longing could be satiated by those i had been staying with. We were snowboarding in Glenwood Springs, Colorado and this particular New Years celebration was to be shared with close to 300 polish adults from the four corners of the greater Chicago area. After getting the nerve up, my friend Kyle and I were trailed by a few of our fine female friends on to the dance floor of this New Years celebration. We clearly weren't part of there group, but we danced with the kind of energy and vigor that catches the eye of elderly Polish woman. We were thrown into the middle of dancing circles and even started trains on there dance floor (not a traditional polish costum, mind you). Kyle and I were quickly snatched up by the confident arms of Polish woman strong by years of making kanishka in there home kitchens. Kyle got way more dance time then me but as I was thrown into the middle of a circle of men kicking and circling me I cared very little about such trivial things. I was truly alive and the movements of my legs were the likes of which are rarely seen by Robert Flatly himself in Lord of the Dance! The momentus occasion was capped by a womans birthday. It is tradition that the men incircle the birthday girl, as the case was, and throw her into the air. I abliged and slipped in! as i tossed the woman with 5 other compatriates, I realized two things. one that i must have some kind of polish in my blood and two that if this was new years...I can't wait for Easter! | | |
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