Group Hug at the Verizon Store!

At some point today, I realized my phone wasn’t working properly. I tried calling my voice-mail, and the call would connect, but I couldn’t hear anything.

I decided to make a visit to a Verizon shop since I was long over due for an upgrade on my phone.

It was ridiculously busy.

The room for the shop was awkward in and of itself. All the walls held phones and phone accessories, so there was no where to lean.

The one sofa-like square bench was taken. After aimlessly walking around the room, I decided to lean on the side of the only entrance/exit.

This is when everything started to go downhill for me.

My anxiety started to go up. I was getting very nervous.

As strange as this may sound, the problem is not whether I’m claustrophobic or not, the problem is the paranoia of being claustrophobic.¹

The longer this waiting process took, the more I started to freak out. I realized that when I started to grip my left arm with my right hand, I probably looked like a crack attic going through withdraws.

A part of me…that is, the pessimistic part anyway…wanted to scream.

But the optimistic part of me thought, “It could be worse, after all, someone could’ve yelled out ‘GROUP HUG’ and the room could’ve suddenly been closed in by an enormous amount of people focused in the center of the room while being in the middle….

…luckily, it didn’t come to that.

A lady finally called my number and asked for my phone number. After I gave her the number, I told her that I deserve a prize for being victorious against my claustrophobic-like battle…

…To which her response was, “The accounts under a different name, you don’t have authorization so I can’t help you.”

I both laughed and died a little inside. I thanked her for her time and then went on my way.

Next door was a Starbucks. I sat down and tried to unwind a little. I haven’t eaten anything all day and there was an In-and-Out in the same parking lot.

I took three steps toward the place and saw the line.

I got in my car and ate in an empty Subway, then went to a coffee shop that was more so vacant than anything else.

Large groups of people use to not scare me, somewhere along the line, that drastically changed.

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1. It’s kind of like the part from the movie “Toy Story” when Woody pushes Buzz Lightyear in the chest and Buzz’s space helmet retreats in to his suit. Then Buzz reacts as if there’s no oxygen for a good five seconds, but then realizes after, that he can breathe….to which Buzzz’s response is, “The air…it’s not toxic…How dare you open a space rangers helmet on an uncharted planet! My eyes could’ve been sucked out of it’s sockets!”

Hey Hottie! Pass that Incredible Hulk my way.

So my friend invited me to this party a couple nights ago. I kept asking him questions about it, but he was very shady about it. I was excited about the party because I thought there would be really good food and I’ve been living off that top romen noodles crap and cans of chili for a week.

We’re on our way to the party and that’s when he tells me about the party. Turns out, it’s a singles party…and it’s at a comic book shop…and there was high doubts about there not being food there.

At that, I laughed. Mostly because My friend has done something like this to me before.¹

We eventually got there and I actually had a good time. My friends band played and I really liked his stuff.

I also ran in to a friend there who might get hired at the comic shop. I also ended up buying a graphic novel.

The only thing I didn’t embrace about the night was the whole singles theme. One could purchase raffle tickets and if won, he/she would win a free dinner and a blind date with the other person whose raffle got picked.

It was a fun night. I’m glad I went.

I will say this and I feel kind of bad.

There was this one guy that fit the stereo-typical comic book fanatic category….you know…with the obnoxious comic book jokes and the lack of people skills.

In the end, I got a graphic novel, a demo of my friends band, a DC coaster, and a sticker I wore with the name of Bruce Banner.

Later on that night, I got pulled over by a cop. He was in my face about how I was going 65 to 70mph in a 45mph zone while cutting off another car.

To which my response should’ve been, “your making me angry…you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

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1. And by that, I mean leave specific details out so as not to make me want to cancel on the event itself.

Greetings fellow bloggers

So I haven’t written in a while.

I’ve kind of been out of it.

I have had some pretty interesting events happen to me here and there.

But I don’t feel like sharing those right now.

What I will share with you right now is that I’m watching a U.S. senate meeting on T.V..

“Why would I watch this,” you ask? Because it’s important that we are aware with the problems around the world and also, working out the solutions of these problems.

As an American, it is my duty to be on top of that sort of thing…

I’m also watching this U.S. senate meeting because there are no good cartoons on right now and I’m not about to watch Hannah Montana.

The Sun must be stopped

It’s been very hot these past few days. I’ve had the pleasure of being in the heat during work at times.

The other day, I went to the store to pick up some chips and dip. I was waiting in line and I turned my attention to this magazine that was near me. The main headline was children obesity. It had a pretty big kid that happened to be on a skateboard, with a double scooped, ice cream cone. I gazed at the skateboard deck that seemed to be bent inward to where the child was standing. And when I mean the skateboard was bent, I mean the deck was touching the floor in the middle, on the magazine. 

I would’ve thought this to be more entertaining had the heat not boiled my brain in my pan-liked skull, but all I could think about was the ice cream the boy had in his hands.

If this heat continues, (which it will) we may have to go to drastic measures. You may be thinking, “that’s why we need to take care of our o-zone layer.”

But I choose not too. I’m an American.

When I mean drastic changes must be made, I mean something like blocking the sun from the world, or at least where I live.¹
I’d say blow up the sun, but I’ve been told by my sources that we depend on the sun. Somethings to do with the earth orbiting around the sun or some non-sense like that. 

I’d say blow up the sun anyway, but what can you do?

And if you think I’m being ridiculous about this matter, just watch this;

Just know that our children’s lives are at stake. Make the wise decision.  

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1. Mr. Burns did it in the Simpsons. How hard could it be?

 

Brother Bonding

I started getting a headache today from the heat.

I was also very tired.

My brother and I were watching zombie movies on T.V. and we hit a commercial.

During this potential bonding moment, I looked over and saw him eating a kit kat bar.

And that’s when I said, “Give me a break…of that kit kat bar.”

Then we laughed for a good while.

I guess it’s one of those moments where you had to be there.

…or really like the kit kat bar theme song.

The No-gas Campaign Take 2

Alright.

So, I went to Wal-Mart last night to check out their bikes, but I kind of got distracted at the movie section.

Long story short, I ended up buying two movies without even making it to the bike section.

I got this really cool zombie movie called, “Dead Man’s Diary” and I got “The Chronicles of Riddick” pack for a cheaper price.

“The Chronicles of Riddick” came with three movies. “Pitch Black” “Dark Fury,” “The Chronicles of Riddick.”

I’ve never seen “Dark Fury,” so I put the disc in for that one this morning.

Then I found out it was an anime that took place between “Pitch Black” and “The Chronicles of Riddick.”

But it was kinda cool and I can appreciate anime.

So, if you have already committed to “The No-Gas Campaign,” just know that I’m right behind you…soon.

I just need to find away to go around the movie section at Wal-Mart.

Damn my love for movies!

Old white vans give me the hibigibis

A couple nights ago, there was an old white van parked close to my house.

I drove up my street at first to get a better look at the van.

Now, if you’re a naive individual, you would feel the same way about the foreign van as you would a common car you’ve not seen in your neighborhood before.¹

However, if you are an individual with common sense, you would know that a mysterious white van equals child molester vehicle.

When my brother came home that night, he was not aware of the van. When I told him, He grabbed his knife, went outside and looked through the back window of the conspicuous vehicle.

I didn’t take the threat as seriously as my brother did.

But it’s still kinda creepy.

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1. Or, you would think, “I bet with a little paint job, I could make that van look like the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo!”

Car eggings

My brother’s car was egged last night. I believe that’s the second time its happened to him. It has happened to me twice and my sister once.

I’m very annoyed by this.

I’m not sure if those that egged my brother’s car are aware of the cameras on my street.

We’re going to see if the cameras caught anything from last night.

If they did, then that means I’ll be running over some kids this weekend.
I wish I were kidding.

But you can’t get egg stains off cars.

That means blood must be spilled.

And then you know what I’ll do?

I’ll read the local newspaper article the next morning about a few local boys gone missing while having eggs.

Do you know what even tastes better than eggs for breakfast?

Irony! That’s what.

The No-Gas Campaign

I’m tired of blowing my money on gas.

But I don’t want to just throw a little fit about it and then continue doing so.

My anger towards those who keep rising up the prices will not be simmered.

Not this time.

It’ll soon be $5 a gallon and there was talk of it being $6 a gallon by the end of summer.

They’re not going to take my money anymore.

I’m going to buy a bike and a bus pass.

That’ll be my transportation from home to work. I’ll start taking more on-line classes for school as well.

My friend and I decided on this campaign last night.

Join us in this campaign.

Even if it means just limiting your gas consumption by biking or walking to certain destinations.

Using a car for far destinations or emergencies is understandable.

I realize the summer is going to be extremely hot but I don’t care anymore.

These gas prices are rape, and I refuse to bend over any longer.

Waiting/prequel to next blog

I’m waiting for my money to come in through direct deposit.

I’m committed to spending this money wisely.

Certain consumptions I have must be cut from my spending habits in order to start saving some money for my future.

However, there is one spending habit that must be killed off, if not drastically reduced, that I will not give in to anymore.

This vile consumption outweighs the very detestation of prostitution and drugs.

Like terrorism,¹ it has many heads of evil.

I’m referring to the gas companys….

Please read next blog for more information.

1. This reference is actually referring to the movie Denzel Washington starred in called “The Siege.” The theory was that you cut off the head to terrorism (the leaders) and the body withers. But in this case, their are multiple terrorist groups who have the same cause yet, operates secretly from each other.     …..I’m not sure if the reference was worth the footnote.