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Scooter News

Posted on by nolageek

Finally. My host‘s SQL database has been screwed since Friday afternoon, so I haven’t been able to post anything since then, not that that much has been going on. This weekend is my 29th birthday. One more year to go until I’m the big 3-0. Kinda freaky when I think how fast life has gone by sometimes.

I really really want a scooter. I’m thinking about either the Stella or the Yamaha Vino Classic. My only problem with the Yamaha is I don’t know if it’ll handle my 200#+ ass. The max load is 165#, but I’ve seen reports of people as heavy as 300# riding them with no problems. Members in this Yamaha Vino Club recomended that I upgrade the back tires for the higher weight. The Stella is bitchin though, but at $2,699 I’ll have a hard time financing it with my god awful credit. I think this is what they meant when they said “You’ll regret it when you can’t finance anything.” Now I do. I need to get these two credit cards off my record. I think they’re like, $800 total. I’m thinking about asking Alberto or my mom to lend me the money to pay the collection agencies, then I can pay them back with direct deposit so I wont screw that up as well.

Gina is trying to talk me out of the whole scooter thing. She says it’s a mistake and that I’ll regret it the first time it rains.
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10 Years? A wha???

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It just dawned on me that this is the year of my 10 year high school reunion. Oh, the stress. I do however have a morbid curiousity to see how everyone is doing though. I haven’t heard any specifics yet – maybe I should start e-mailing, calling around and trying to find some information out, eh?

I wish classmates.com didn’t seem like such a rip-off because there’s quite a few people listed there that I could contact but I don’t feel like shelling out the $40 to do so. Hmmm, maybe I should.

I guess I have the same fears everyone does about their reunion… will everyone else be more successful than I am?

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wow, that’s the only cliche’d fear I can come up with and that’s the one I don’t really care about. So yeah, I’m not really stressed out after all. Go me.

Unfortunately the only conversations I recall from the five year reunion were about property values in Abita Springs and brief expositions into the horse market. I remember these not because I was involved in them, but because of the blinding pain induced by rolling my eyes very far into the back of my head for the first half of the evening. I believe it lightened up once Ken arrived and started showing some films he had directed.

Ok, so I’m exagerating a bit. Our class was all pretty close… There was only 36 of us, if I remember correctly, so it wasnt like most graduating classes where there are 500+ people in the group. I don’t think there was 500 kids in the entire school (pre-k – 12th grade). Actually, there’s no one I’m hoping doesn’t show, so I hope it’s a good turn out.

Oh crap. Club Weatherman just set off a car alarm. Uhg. Rob… David… must you play your Cher remixes that loud? :)

Thank God It’s Wednesday

Posted on by nolageek

My eyelids said four-thirty and the radio clock said six
and I was thinking up a reasonable excuse
I might?ve slept till yesterday but in the shape I?m in
what’s 24 hours more or less to lose
–Paul Sanchez “Louisiana Lowdown”

More appropriate words have never been typed. The past few weeks have left me exhausted. I’m usually up till 1am or so, but somehow being out of the house and “working” until midnight has me drained the following morning.

Tomorrow is the 4th, and I took Friday off … so no work for me until Monday! Yay! I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing tomorrow. My sister hasn’t said anything about BBQing, and Marshall and the gang are going by Debbies (they didn’t ask us to go.. hmpth! hehehe) So I think Dan and I are just going sit on the couch and vegitate a bit. I remember seeing some interesting marathons advertised on TV. (Sci-Fi? TLC?)

bwahahah!Crap. I missed American Idol. I watched it last night and much to my horror I found it entertaining in a car-crash kind of way. Lots of pretentious vocal masturbation combined with a rude judge make for odd television. The only ones I liked were Christina and Nikki.

Mark (left) was dressed like the illegitimate son of Corey Feldman and Peter Pan. (Those gloves!?!), E J was a total Cheeseball. (Not to mention his name is E. J. DAY!) RJ (RJ?) gets a few extra points just for admitting his hometown is named Cummings. The rest wern’t even worth mentioning – then again, who am I to judge?

I’m posting some more recent pictures in the photoblog, the newest ones being a couple from the myshkin show, and one of Norman. Norman is a guy I work with. Norman is kinda crazy, but he’s cool in a weird sort of way. In a if-I-don’t-say-he’s-cool-he’ll-kill-me sort of way. :) The image quality is really bad, I’m going to re-scan them when I get home. Hope you enjoy!

Uhg. Pizza

Posted on by nolageek

Well anyway, I settled for a 5 topping pizza from Papa Johns, my favorite of the chain pizzas. It was good, although the bottom crust was extremely soggy so it all kind of fell apart when I tried to pick a piece up. Pepperoni, Italian Sausage, Green Peppers, and Extra Cheese. (I know, that’s 4 toppings; I couldn’t think of another one under pressure.) I hadn’t had pizza in … well, a really long time; probably a year or a year and a half. I’m just not a big pizza eater, I guess. I always look down at it, super greasy and taunting me. “Eat me Vincent… eat all of me!” So I usually do, which is bad.

Of the eight slices, I had 6, that’s just got to be bad for me. Oh well. It’ll be another year or so before I have another. I guess it could be worse – I could have had Manuel’s Hot Tomales. MHT’s are the greatest meat product wrapped in a paper tube ever. There’s nothing more appetising than watching the woman behind the counter open the huge pot of hot grease and reach inside with some tongs and pick out a dozen or so tomales. From the pot to the counter these thing drip enough grease to clog the arteries of a small village in Ayacucho Peru. You watch with disgusted glee as she wraps them in two sheets of butcher paper, an entire section of newspaper, and sometimes two paper bags.

Of course, by the time you get home the grease has soaked though all 20 layers of “protection” and you have a big grease stain on your car seat. Try explaining THAT one to someone.

Also try presenting this grease soaked bag to someone who’s not from here and get them to eat one… you’d have better odds starting a round of drinking games at a Mormon Church Social.

But mmmmmmm they’re good.

Oh well, back to work.