So Merry Christmas everyone. I'm up in Tahoe right now with the family and have spent pretty much every day on the mountain snowboarding with my sisters. It's been awesome! And at breakfast this morning my mom pointed out that it was a White Christmas, which was pretty cool cuz I've never been in the snow on Christmas. I usually resent the holiday season and am kind of a Grinch, but this year's been pretty nice. Hope you all enjoy the holiday season too, and get really shit faced in a week for New Years!
I feel like I've put an unnecessary amount of pressure on the blogs I post on this profile. Either it's the fact that I am given a large amount of space to fill makes me feel more pressure than say a facebook status update that is usually one or two stupid and pointless sentences, or the fact that my life is too boring to give a reasonable update. I believe it's mostly the latter, and I should probably get past this because even the stupid pointless blogs about random thoughts or events or simple updates about useless stuff are still interesting to read.
....Also, I should try to blog an at least a bi-weekly basis because it might encourage me to get my life going in a more productive direction because I'll feel more guilty about it if I have nothing of consequence to blog about.
So here's to life, and putting it down in blog form for random people (most I've never/shall never meet) to read about it. Cheers!
....Also, I should try to blog an at least a bi-weekly basis because it might encourage me to get my life going in a more productive direction because I'll feel more guilty about it if I have nothing of consequence to blog about.
So here's to life, and putting it down in blog form for random people (most I've never/shall never meet) to read about it. Cheers!
Ok, so this blog is WAY overdue, I've had a lot going on lately, but that's why I haven't had time to post said blog. So I forced myself to finally take a break from my new drum and the Giants games (even though they're playing the braves right now and winning 4-0...knock on wood).
So, I should clarify. The "drum" I'm talking about is a new Tenor Lead Steel Drum which I've been wanting since I was 18 years old and in my high school's steel drum band I finally scraped up enough money to buy it and went for it (They're very expensive and all made by hand). It's awesome! I'm relearning some of the songs I used to play in high school and arranging some of my favorite ska, reggae and other random songs. I'm trying to get a ska band started down here but don't know anyone who loves the genre as much as I do (or at all) around RIpon, but I'm not giving up. I was supposed to get a hold of one of the guys in Brass Hysteria cuz I guess they've been looking for a steel drum player for a WHILE now and have been needing a new trombonist for some time now (which I could do both) but I moved away from Chico before I bought my drum and Ripon people are not as passionate about ska as Chico people....yet another reason Chico is better than Ripon. But I'm still learning as many songs as I can and will still find friends to jam with, just gotta make sure they brush up on their Reel Big Fish and Streetlight Manifesto beforehand. I was going to post pics, but I no longer have a battery for my camera, I'll need to order another one before Halloween.
And I would like to add GO GIANTS!!!!! Let's take this post season! I've been waiting for a season like this for years. I'm so excited for them, baseball's really the only sport that I enjoy watching (maybe Hockey too). Most people say that baseball is slow and boring, but I say that just means your not paying close enough attention. BTW, if anyone saw the girl dancing in the Orange Man suit (like the Green Man suit from Always Sunny in Philadelphia but bright orange) at the Giants/Brewers game in SF on TV or at the park, that would be my amazingly awesome sister! Best Giants fan outfit EVER!
But anyway, if I ever get good pics of me with the steel drum I WILL post the pics on another blog...maybe a video blog might be in order too.
P.S. This isn't MY drum, just a generic pic of a steel drum since some people are confused about what a steel drum is, especially since most people think it's physically impossible for a white guy to play it.
So, I should clarify. The "drum" I'm talking about is a new Tenor Lead Steel Drum which I've been wanting since I was 18 years old and in my high school's steel drum band I finally scraped up enough money to buy it and went for it (They're very expensive and all made by hand). It's awesome! I'm relearning some of the songs I used to play in high school and arranging some of my favorite ska, reggae and other random songs. I'm trying to get a ska band started down here but don't know anyone who loves the genre as much as I do (or at all) around RIpon, but I'm not giving up. I was supposed to get a hold of one of the guys in Brass Hysteria cuz I guess they've been looking for a steel drum player for a WHILE now and have been needing a new trombonist for some time now (which I could do both) but I moved away from Chico before I bought my drum and Ripon people are not as passionate about ska as Chico people....yet another reason Chico is better than Ripon. But I'm still learning as many songs as I can and will still find friends to jam with, just gotta make sure they brush up on their Reel Big Fish and Streetlight Manifesto beforehand. I was going to post pics, but I no longer have a battery for my camera, I'll need to order another one before Halloween.
And I would like to add GO GIANTS!!!!! Let's take this post season! I've been waiting for a season like this for years. I'm so excited for them, baseball's really the only sport that I enjoy watching (maybe Hockey too). Most people say that baseball is slow and boring, but I say that just means your not paying close enough attention. BTW, if anyone saw the girl dancing in the Orange Man suit (like the Green Man suit from Always Sunny in Philadelphia but bright orange) at the Giants/Brewers game in SF on TV or at the park, that would be my amazingly awesome sister! Best Giants fan outfit EVER!
But anyway, if I ever get good pics of me with the steel drum I WILL post the pics on another blog...maybe a video blog might be in order too.
P.S. This isn't MY drum, just a generic pic of a steel drum since some people are confused about what a steel drum is, especially since most people think it's physically impossible for a white guy to play it.
Ok, so my Dad's back at work and doing great. He even got a membership at my gym and as soon as the doctors give him the go ahead he and I are going to start working out together.
And for the record, the sentence above may seem cold ("If I believed in God I'd be praying for my dad.") And some people might read that and think "That's your dad, you pray either way because you love him" But if God does exist and I started praying to him, I get the feeling he'd be pissed cuz in the back of my mind I'd be thinking "This is stupid and pointless" No matter how hard I tried not to.
But I'm glad my dad's doing better.
And for the record, the sentence above may seem cold ("If I believed in God I'd be praying for my dad.") And some people might read that and think "That's your dad, you pray either way because you love him" But if God does exist and I started praying to him, I get the feeling he'd be pissed cuz in the back of my mind I'd be thinking "This is stupid and pointless" No matter how hard I tried not to.
But I'm glad my dad's doing better.
So about a month ago my dad's leg started hurting, we just figured it was a muscle thing. But Monday it still hurt and started swelling up, and his heart started beating really fast. So when he went into the hospital they gave him something to slow his heart rate since it was 170 bpm (normal heart rate is 80 bpm) and it broke up a clot that was in his leg and it lodged in his lung. So then he had an highly elevated heart rate, was intubated with a breathing tube and a dangerously low blood pressure.
When I went to go see him my mom didn't warn me what it was like, and I was totally blindsided when I walked in. When I saw him in the ICU, I really didn't think I could walk into the room. My dad is in the best shape of any 54 year old I know (with the exception of my mom who runs marathons 2 YEARS after getting open heart surgery) he runs 2 miles a day and coaches the girls high school soccer team. But he was lying in that bed and there were tubes everywhere. Breathing tube, feeding tube, IV's and hella others and HEAVILY sedated. It was really tough to see.
I went back home today to help my parents with chores around the ranch that they couldn't take care of being in the hospital. But a couple hours after I left they finally decided to shock his heart with the defibrillators since all the other meds they gave him weren't correcting the problem with his heart. Once they sedated him and shocked it though, his heartbeat went back to normal and that should hopefully raise his blood pressure to a safe level. Then a few hours later they took the breathing tube out and he was breathing fine.
He's not outta the woods yet, but he is getting better.
When I went to go see him my mom didn't warn me what it was like, and I was totally blindsided when I walked in. When I saw him in the ICU, I really didn't think I could walk into the room. My dad is in the best shape of any 54 year old I know (with the exception of my mom who runs marathons 2 YEARS after getting open heart surgery) he runs 2 miles a day and coaches the girls high school soccer team. But he was lying in that bed and there were tubes everywhere. Breathing tube, feeding tube, IV's and hella others and HEAVILY sedated. It was really tough to see.
I went back home today to help my parents with chores around the ranch that they couldn't take care of being in the hospital. But a couple hours after I left they finally decided to shock his heart with the defibrillators since all the other meds they gave him weren't correcting the problem with his heart. Once they sedated him and shocked it though, his heartbeat went back to normal and that should hopefully raise his blood pressure to a safe level. Then a few hours later they took the breathing tube out and he was breathing fine.
He's not outta the woods yet, but he is getting better.
Ok, this blog is long over-due but work's been a bitch.
So on January 15th (my birthday) my roommate and my friends told me I had to celebrate my birthday up in Chico. But in the days leading up to the big day, everyone that we meant to hang out with couldn't make it. Finally, right as I was getting into town, my roommate calls and tells me her brother broke his arm and she needs to go to the hospital. So, the only people left (Joe, Dillon and my sister) decided they were going to take me to the strip club since I'd never been to a strip club before.
Than we go to In-N-Out, then the Liquor store (SCOTCH, SCOTCH, SCOTCH, I LOVE SCOTCH) and head back to the apartment to figure out a game plan.
So on our way home, my roommate Chissy calls me and says she's home and to hurry and get back so we can figure out what we're doing. So, I walk in through the front door and shout "DADDY'S HOME" and turn the corner to find 30 people in a fully decorated house (most of which I was told were going to be out of town) all standing behind a GIANT birthday cake singing Happy Birthday.
Then after the initial surprise, within 60 seconds of me blowing out the candles, my sister was heating up sake and two different people had placed a mojito and a kamikaze (tall) in my hands. I had 4 shots and two mixed drinks in like 5 minutes. Furthermore, my friend Joe's b-day gift to me was letting me slap him in the face, which was closer to a punch since I was pretty drunk at this point. Then, around midnight the management called the cops, since pretty much the entire complex was at our apartment, and I blacked out shortly after. But, the next morning I woke up next to a pineapple (if you don't get it, you need to watch the first season of How I Met Your Mother, AWESOME show) and my friend showed me a video on his phone of Joe and me getting up on the stripper pole....oh, alcohol.
GREAT BIRTHDAY!
So on January 15th (my birthday) my roommate and my friends told me I had to celebrate my birthday up in Chico. But in the days leading up to the big day, everyone that we meant to hang out with couldn't make it. Finally, right as I was getting into town, my roommate calls and tells me her brother broke his arm and she needs to go to the hospital. So, the only people left (Joe, Dillon and my sister) decided they were going to take me to the strip club since I'd never been to a strip club before.
Than we go to In-N-Out, then the Liquor store (SCOTCH, SCOTCH, SCOTCH, I LOVE SCOTCH) and head back to the apartment to figure out a game plan.
So on our way home, my roommate Chissy calls me and says she's home and to hurry and get back so we can figure out what we're doing. So, I walk in through the front door and shout "DADDY'S HOME" and turn the corner to find 30 people in a fully decorated house (most of which I was told were going to be out of town) all standing behind a GIANT birthday cake singing Happy Birthday.
Then after the initial surprise, within 60 seconds of me blowing out the candles, my sister was heating up sake and two different people had placed a mojito and a kamikaze (tall) in my hands. I had 4 shots and two mixed drinks in like 5 minutes. Furthermore, my friend Joe's b-day gift to me was letting me slap him in the face, which was closer to a punch since I was pretty drunk at this point. Then, around midnight the management called the cops, since pretty much the entire complex was at our apartment, and I blacked out shortly after. But, the next morning I woke up next to a pineapple (if you don't get it, you need to watch the first season of How I Met Your Mother, AWESOME show) and my friend showed me a video on his phone of Joe and me getting up on the stripper pole....oh, alcohol.
GREAT BIRTHDAY!
So I'm not going to be going back to Chico next semester, although I will be taking some online classes. I told my parents I was taking a semester off and they freaked out and strong armed me into staying in Ripon and working at the family business...this is the last thing I would want to do on the planet! But they control the majority of my finances (wish I'd fixed that problem months ago) and there's nothing I can do.
But my friends in Chico had a big blowout of me New Years Eve weekend which was AWESOME!!!! Seriously, it was the best New Years I've ever had.
And I will be back up there this Friday for my birthday to be drinking even more with them! And my best friend from high school and my sister are probably gonna head up there too! It's gonna be awesome!
But my friends in Chico had a big blowout of me New Years Eve weekend which was AWESOME!!!! Seriously, it was the best New Years I've ever had.
And I will be back up there this Friday for my birthday to be drinking even more with them! And my best friend from high school and my sister are probably gonna head up there too! It's gonna be awesome!
My last final is OVER!!!! Now I'm having my traditional post-last-final martini and I'm gonna clean the apartment for the kick-back tonight and the party tomorrow, and give the ferrets a bath.
And after this I'm done for A WHILE since next semester I'm taking a break from school to substitute teach before I start the credential program.
And after this I'm done for A WHILE since next semester I'm taking a break from school to substitute teach before I start the credential program.
Man, I was really losing it stressing out about my Italian quizes, and I haven't had a cigarette by myself and sober for almost a month now. But, I stepped outside and had one and now I feel a million times better! I guess I'll have to go back to quitting after finals are over.
Oh, and now I'm going to pull an all-nighter doing my Italian stuff and sleep all day Sunday before I wake up and start studying Health for Secondary School Teachers and finishing my Early Field Experience and possibly pull another all-nighter before sleeping Monday night.
What a fucked up sleeping schedule!
Oh, and now I'm going to pull an all-nighter doing my Italian stuff and sleep all day Sunday before I wake up and start studying Health for Secondary School Teachers and finishing my Early Field Experience and possibly pull another all-nighter before sleeping Monday night.
What a fucked up sleeping schedule!
Ok, so I procrastinated on a huge paper that was due in my Tuesday night class. So I pulled an all-nighter to finish it, and then in order to not fall asleep in my night class I drank two cups of coffee and was wired for a while. So on the way home after my Nightclub 2-step class I grabbed a forty and drank it as soon as I got home then hit the bong a couple times in hopes I will be able to sleep before my dentist appointment tomorrow.
Then, as I'm suiting down for bed, I hear a knock at the door. My friend Berto is trashed....no that's too conservative a term....shitty.....fubared.....obliterated....ya those are all too conservative, he was as drunk as I've ever seen anyone ever. He puked and tried to sleep on the patio in a short sleeve shirt when it's 41 degrees outside. I finally get him back inside and asleep and as I'm about to go to bed I hear him get up and start to make a run for the bathroom. After I hit the bong a few more times waiting for him to puke, he comes out and finally goes to sleep on the couch.
Although it seems like I'm angry about Berto coming over here that drunk though, I'm not. I know that the guy would do the same for me, and would probably smoke me out the next morning (the guy is SO generous with his weed), so I am actually not even mildly irritated.
Until the door rang and my roommate got home with the last, Last, LAST, LAAAASSTTTT person I would've expected to see her with....her ex-boy....guy who cheated on his girlfriend with his booty call (my roommate) when his girlfriend and my roommate were friends and my roommate didn't realize they were together. It was pretty fucked up and she has hated him for the last year...and furthermore she just knocked on my door with a "hey, we'll talk about this tomorrow cuz we need to talk about it" so I say "OK, but what happened to Berto's hand?" and then she looks over at the couch and says "how the fuck did Berto get here?" So I sigh and say "Ya we'll talk about all this in the morning."
WTFIGOT? aka What the fuck is going on Tuesday!
Then, as I'm suiting down for bed, I hear a knock at the door. My friend Berto is trashed....no that's too conservative a term....shitty.....fubared.....obliterated....ya those are all too conservative, he was as drunk as I've ever seen anyone ever. He puked and tried to sleep on the patio in a short sleeve shirt when it's 41 degrees outside. I finally get him back inside and asleep and as I'm about to go to bed I hear him get up and start to make a run for the bathroom. After I hit the bong a few more times waiting for him to puke, he comes out and finally goes to sleep on the couch.
Although it seems like I'm angry about Berto coming over here that drunk though, I'm not. I know that the guy would do the same for me, and would probably smoke me out the next morning (the guy is SO generous with his weed), so I am actually not even mildly irritated.
Until the door rang and my roommate got home with the last, Last, LAST, LAAAASSTTTT person I would've expected to see her with....her ex-boy....guy who cheated on his girlfriend with his booty call (my roommate) when his girlfriend and my roommate were friends and my roommate didn't realize they were together. It was pretty fucked up and she has hated him for the last year...and furthermore she just knocked on my door with a "hey, we'll talk about this tomorrow cuz we need to talk about it" so I say "OK, but what happened to Berto's hand?" and then she looks over at the couch and says "how the fuck did Berto get here?" So I sigh and say "Ya we'll talk about all this in the morning."
WTFIGOT? aka What the fuck is going on Tuesday!
