BWWWHAHAHAHA
So we did not go to shreveport afterall. We decided, well actually justin decided and talked me into it, to stay at the Wyndam instead. For those who dont know, its a Hotel on Poydras. Its a very old, very elevated, VERY solid building that was at one time a very large branch of a whitney bank. The windows still had the original glass...or atleast that was what i was told. So Orman, Lyric and I packed ourselves up, actually i packed everyone up because i was freakin and nervous on Tuesday morning waiting for J to be let out of work, and we headed out for the hotel. (NOTE: Anytime i mention Orman, J, or Justin, i am referring to one person.)
Anyway, ended up we were sharing a suite with his friend Jonathon, Jonathon's friend Noelle, and her 4 year old son tyler.
Noelle and Jonathon live together, Jonathon watches tyler all the time for Noelle when she works. In his mind he has made it perfectly clear that he is not interested in dating her. In her mind she thinks there is something going on between them which i can kinda see how she would feel that way. But only if i cross my eyes, squint the right one and hold my breath.
So i got to hear about all of the juicy drama that whole time we were there and from both of them. I cant lie, at first i was eating it up, but soon, VERY SOON, i didnt care anymore.
Justin didnt want to help or do anything but chill from the moment we got there becuase he had to carry our bags in when we first got there.
This may have not been the m ost pleasant thing for me to endure. I am not someone who likes feeling trapped or overcrowded. Infact, i despise feeling that way and, not that any man will understand this, but i was on my rag to boot.
More often than not i found myself alone during the day trying to entertain these two bored bored bored children because Noelle had to work. (She's a manger at the Wyndam and thats why we even got to stay at that nice ass place.) Ahem, my daughter is 2 going on 20. And tyler is a future gameshow host.
Then, all of a sudden, or more like over the grueling period of several hours, Ivan doesnt come! We get a sprinkle and some wind. THAT IS IT! I hate bad weather, i hate the idea of hurricanes and tornadoes and what not, but even I felt a wee bit jipped by the whole thing. I know that sounds nutts but all of that aggravation and what not for what? Two days at the Wyndam in a room with 5 other people, two of which were small BORED children, and a limited supply of beer and dank.
I learned somethings from this experience though:
1. Jonathon is not as mean and uncaring as he seems...i could take him!
2. DONT EVER bring bean & cheese dip with salsa, red beans, pork roast, and other random flatulence producers as survival food in a hotel room where you CANNOT escape!
3. I do not want another child until my first one is older. The mix of two younguns so close in age was nightmarish.
4. I absolutely love and adore Orman and Lyric and realized they were my family. I finaly have a family...
I will be posting some of the pics real soon.
PS. I WATCHED BUTTERFLY EFFECT!
Later that night...
I am running around here like a nuttcase! Trying to find a smoke, a shirt, socks, the brush! I mean what the fuck is going on man?
Alrighty, well obviously I have lost my mind because instead of looking for several things that i would like to have right now, i'm sitting here typing...
Crackers. Maybe I have been mistaken in the whole idea of a journal but I usually just write something when something mildly interesting is going on. I was always more of a diary type than a journal type. Or maybe not. I would usually lose my journal after about a year and just stop writing in it for about a year. I would find it and pick up journaling write where i left off.
I've gone off the deep end. I may attribute all of this extra journal stuff due to me watching butterfly effect. Although I would feel a bit like an ass likening something I am doing to something I saw in a movie.
Hmm. Butterfly effect. Ya know i though it was an ok movie. If i would have gone to the theatres i probably would have been way more disappointed, being that i would've spent money on it and all. I just felt like they writer/director wanted to take this movie and exploit the idea that trauma=box office hit. I think more and more writers and directors are trying to just envoke extremely strong emotion in people rather than actually trying to convey. This whole real life, shocking life, reality TV bandwagon is becoming a bit insane for me. Dont get me wrong, I fell for it too when it all started coming into play. I watched the real world and indulged in Liquid television and MTV's oddoties these cartoons had taken shock to a fantastic and quite amusing place. I remember feeling all dirty when watching Aeon Flux. Because it was quite intelligent, adult, yet sexual and perverse cartooning. Hell the real world broke out on me and i was hooked. Until this grand explosion in popularity between all things media.
Ahhh, i think i've gone on far enough. I'll be surprised if anyone even reads it this far. Well, good for you. You stuck it out with me and now you and I get to frolick off into the forest.
Ahem
So we did not go to shreveport afterall. We decided, well actually justin decided and talked me into it, to stay at the Wyndam instead. For those who dont know, its a Hotel on Poydras. Its a very old, very elevated, VERY solid building that was at one time a very large branch of a whitney bank. The windows still had the original glass...or atleast that was what i was told. So Orman, Lyric and I packed ourselves up, actually i packed everyone up because i was freakin and nervous on Tuesday morning waiting for J to be let out of work, and we headed out for the hotel. (NOTE: Anytime i mention Orman, J, or Justin, i am referring to one person.)
Anyway, ended up we were sharing a suite with his friend Jonathon, Jonathon's friend Noelle, and her 4 year old son tyler.
Noelle and Jonathon live together, Jonathon watches tyler all the time for Noelle when she works. In his mind he has made it perfectly clear that he is not interested in dating her. In her mind she thinks there is something going on between them which i can kinda see how she would feel that way. But only if i cross my eyes, squint the right one and hold my breath.
So i got to hear about all of the juicy drama that whole time we were there and from both of them. I cant lie, at first i was eating it up, but soon, VERY SOON, i didnt care anymore.
Justin didnt want to help or do anything but chill from the moment we got there becuase he had to carry our bags in when we first got there.
This may have not been the m ost pleasant thing for me to endure. I am not someone who likes feeling trapped or overcrowded. Infact, i despise feeling that way and, not that any man will understand this, but i was on my rag to boot.
More often than not i found myself alone during the day trying to entertain these two bored bored bored children because Noelle had to work. (She's a manger at the Wyndam and thats why we even got to stay at that nice ass place.) Ahem, my daughter is 2 going on 20. And tyler is a future gameshow host.
Then, all of a sudden, or more like over the grueling period of several hours, Ivan doesnt come! We get a sprinkle and some wind. THAT IS IT! I hate bad weather, i hate the idea of hurricanes and tornadoes and what not, but even I felt a wee bit jipped by the whole thing. I know that sounds nutts but all of that aggravation and what not for what? Two days at the Wyndam in a room with 5 other people, two of which were small BORED children, and a limited supply of beer and dank.
I learned somethings from this experience though:
1. Jonathon is not as mean and uncaring as he seems...i could take him!
2. DONT EVER bring bean & cheese dip with salsa, red beans, pork roast, and other random flatulence producers as survival food in a hotel room where you CANNOT escape!
3. I do not want another child until my first one is older. The mix of two younguns so close in age was nightmarish.
4. I absolutely love and adore Orman and Lyric and realized they were my family. I finaly have a family...
I will be posting some of the pics real soon.
PS. I WATCHED BUTTERFLY EFFECT!
Later that night...
I am running around here like a nuttcase! Trying to find a smoke, a shirt, socks, the brush! I mean what the fuck is going on man?
Alrighty, well obviously I have lost my mind because instead of looking for several things that i would like to have right now, i'm sitting here typing...
Crackers. Maybe I have been mistaken in the whole idea of a journal but I usually just write something when something mildly interesting is going on. I was always more of a diary type than a journal type. Or maybe not. I would usually lose my journal after about a year and just stop writing in it for about a year. I would find it and pick up journaling write where i left off.
I've gone off the deep end. I may attribute all of this extra journal stuff due to me watching butterfly effect. Although I would feel a bit like an ass likening something I am doing to something I saw in a movie.
Hmm. Butterfly effect. Ya know i though it was an ok movie. If i would have gone to the theatres i probably would have been way more disappointed, being that i would've spent money on it and all. I just felt like they writer/director wanted to take this movie and exploit the idea that trauma=box office hit. I think more and more writers and directors are trying to just envoke extremely strong emotion in people rather than actually trying to convey. This whole real life, shocking life, reality TV bandwagon is becoming a bit insane for me. Dont get me wrong, I fell for it too when it all started coming into play. I watched the real world and indulged in Liquid television and MTV's oddoties these cartoons had taken shock to a fantastic and quite amusing place. I remember feeling all dirty when watching Aeon Flux. Because it was quite intelligent, adult, yet sexual and perverse cartooning. Hell the real world broke out on me and i was hooked. Until this grand explosion in popularity between all things media.
Ahhh, i think i've gone on far enough. I'll be surprised if anyone even reads it this far. Well, good for you. You stuck it out with me and now you and I get to frolick off into the forest.
Ahem
Always a good thing. I'm still alone