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[Jul. 14th, 2004|09:18 pm] |
Today was pretty cool. Jeff, Vicki, Jenny, and me went to Astroworld, where Jeff said it was okay to wear glasses on Serial Thriller. Jeff, it turns out, was HORRIBLY mistaking, since after the first loop, my glasses juggled back and forth on my face, then when I tried to grab them, flew into the distance. I was yelling at Jeff that I lost them.. but I don't think he believed me until the ride was over, when he said, and I quote "Dude, they're really gone." Yes Jeff, they really ARE gone. Very much unlike yours, which are still very much on your face. But yeah, other than that, the day was pretty good.
Vicki and Jenny are really cool to hang out with, and I hope I get to do it some more before I go to the Navy. Me and Jenny get on kicks where we call Vicki "Mom" even though she's about two months older than me, and about 3 years older than Jenny. For instance, yesterday we were at the mall and Vicki would speed up infront of us, so we would yell "wait up Mom!" and people would give us funny looks. It was classic. But yeah, we got Jeff in on the joke today. It was good for about a laugh or two.
Anyway, I'm going to help out at a Vacation Bible School in the morning. I'm interested to see what they have for a blind person to do. Hopefully they realize I'm still trying to help, even though I have a handicap, and buy me a present. I like presents.
Moral of Entry: Learn Braille. You never know when it might come in handy. |
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| Something I have to do. |
[Jul. 9th, 2004|07:04 pm] |
Well, some recent events at work have inspired me to continue something I started before. My manager recently met up with a sister that, up until now, she never knew she had.
Last October, I found out that I have a brother or sister somewhere out there that I never knew about. About now, they would be about 15-17 years old. I really want to find them, and I hope I can while I'm in the Navy. I have little bits of information that might help out.. but not help out all that much. I don't want to explain the whole situation here.. but I'll tell you about it if you ask. Wish me luck.
Moral of entry: As soon as you're born, sit down with your mom and get the facts straight.. because you never know when the facts might come back to jump kick you in the spleen. |
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| Old people and movies. Mmmm! |
[Jul. 3rd, 2004|01:32 am] |
Today was my Step-Dad's birthday. He got his present from all of us about a week ago. It was a freaking fiddle. I have yet to figure out why he wanted a fiddle.
Anyway, at about 5, we went to some fish fry thing at the Nederland Knights of Columbus hall. My Step-Dad said that they had some guy playing fiddle there or something, and he wanted to check it out. It was nothing like I thought it would be. Old people were everywhere: They were sitting at tables, dancing on the floor, gossiping in the bathrooms, and I could have sworn that I saw a couple in the punch.
Now, it's not that I have anything against old people: They all have funny stories and say some pretty crazy stuff. It's just that I hate their version of entertainment. The music stunk really bad, considering that the band was made up of old men who made no facial expressions whatsoever, and the singer mumbled the whole time. Nevertheless, people were dancing all over the place.
I left about 7 (barely escaping the Bingo tournament) and went to Vicki's about 7:30 where she, Spencer Zimmerman, and I watched the first Spiderman. For some reason, Vicki had never seen it. FREAK.
After that, we took Spencer home, then came back to watch Edward Scissorhands. It's funny.. in a weird, demented sort of way. It seriously makes me question the mind of Tim Burton. I mean.. how does anyone come up with something like this? The guy has scissors for hands (obviously) and during the movie, uses them to landscape lawns, shave ice, groom dogs, and cut women's hair. I kid you not. Oh, and Johnny Depp is cool.
Moral of entry: I want to have Johnny Depp's babies.
(EDIT: some people actually asked me if I was serious about wanting to have Johnny man's babies. You all need to learn that you should never believe anything I say. I like to kid around, people. I'd much rather have his left sock.) |
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| It's been a long time... |
[Jul. 2nd, 2004|12:20 am] |
Due to the laziness flowing through my veins, I have not been updating. Blame the very next person you meet today for the lack of the updates, because they probably deserve it. Celebrate afterwards with a nice cone of icecream and some Christmas carols.
But seriously people, nothing worth mentioning has happened lately. I figured that I would just lay low for awhile instead of writing "I did stuff" for twenty entries in a row. Who wants to read that? Nobody. Nobody, I say. That's why I'm going to do it next month.
Moral of entry: There is no moral. Live with it. |
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| Parents are gone. Madness ensues. |
[Jun. 10th, 2004|07:31 pm] |
I woke up at around 12 today. I did some cleaning and left for my Grandma's in Beaumont.
Why did I have to clean?
Well, my parents left for Austin Wednesday morning. This made a perfect reason to invite five random people over for pizza and games.
The people: Me, Ryan Brown, William Sneed, Tommy Hall, Robert Lee, and Jeff Hayes. It wasn't great, but there were some fun moments, like when Robert tried to stuff random things in his pants and when I burst into the living room throwing paper plates in every direction.
Oh, and Guinness, listen up: We ordered three large pizzas. They were gone in less than 4 minutes. I was shocked
Apparently walking to Ryan's house (a block from my house) is a major crime, since we got pulled over by a cop and questioned. The truth was that we just felt like getting out of the house, but Robert came up with some story about his cell phone being at Ryan's house. The cop didn't buy it and cuffed Robert, beating him at random intervals. We laughed, then carefully walked back to my house where we went to sleep soon afterward.
Nah, Robert turned out okay and wasn't beat or cuffed. He should have been.
Moral of Entry: If you order three pizzas for six people, bring a stopwatch. |
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| The Sonic Jumper Cable Cooks of DOOM!!! *screams* |
[Jun. 6th, 2004|10:12 pm] |
The last couple of days haven't been all that eventful.
Let's see.. on Friday me and Robert were about to go see Harry Potter. As we got outside I said "Alright, wait until the count of three then we'll run to the car" since it was raining pretty bad. When I got to three, we both took off. Well, I did. Robert felt that he had to introduce himself to the wet cement. Since his clothes were soaked, he had to go back in and change. Suprisingly, it didn't make us late.
Saturday was a blur. Today, unfortunately, I remember clearly. While I was driving around in Nederland, I got the sudden craving for a Cherry Limeade. So naturally, I stopped by the nearest Sonic. After I drank up, I tried to start my car to find out that my battery was dead. I ended up having to ask a car-hop to see if anyone had some jumper cables. So here I am, at Sonic, getting my car jump-started by some random cooks. It's times like these that make you appreciate your good luck and relish in the fruits of your great fortune.
I laughed on the way home, though, so it's all good.
Moral of entry: Introductions can be painful. |
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| Eggroll. |
[Jun. 2nd, 2004|09:32 pm] |
The day started off with a quick "get out of bed and go to work" dodge. Work calls, and I continue to not answer. I'm getting better at it each and every day.
Later on, I went to Ryan's. Keep this in mind: Ryan has two phone lines. While I was there, a marines recruiter called and asked to speak to me. I still have yet to figure why he thought that Ryan's number was mine. Anyway, he asked me how my weekend went, if I went to any parties, and some other crap just to make me feel tingly inside and decide to join the marines. I played along for a little while, then said, "Man, I'm already signed up for the Navy." He said some "oh's" and asked when I did it and all, then hung up.
Not five minutes later, he calls Ryan's other phone line (the one with the caller ID). Ryan looks at the ID and tells me it says US GOVT, so he hands me the phone. I answer, and the same guy asks to speak to Ryan, oblivious to the fact that he is hearing the same voice he heard moments earlier. Ryan plays along for a little while, then whispers for me to scream loudly for no apparent reason.. so I did. Ryan hangs up not too long after, and tells me that the recruiter was like "Ryan, are you okay?!" He didn't call back to check, either.
Ryan, Tommy, and me all went to Beaumont later on that day. When I got back, Me and Vicki decided to go to Whataburger and mess with Jeff. Vicki also thought it would be cool to do a dance number in front of the front counter cam.
After that, we went to the mall where I became the Unofficial JCPenny Lady's Dressing Room Bouncer. Vicki thought that we should go back to Whataburger afterwards and walk around the store once, then leave. I was like.. I know these people. I don't think any of the workers were really paying attention, though. Just the customers in the lobby. Jeff told me, later that night, that nobody said anything about it. Alas, it was a wasted effort.
Now I'm at Ryan's, chilling. I didn't do any weight-lifting, though. Looks like Jeff just might win that bet...
Moral of Entry: If you scream, the Marines don't care. |
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| Summer is off to a crappy start... |
[Jun. 2nd, 2004|12:08 am] |
Hopefully the whole Summer won't be like this. If it is.. I might talk to my recruiter and ask him to move up my shipping off date to September, or even sooner. Of course, there are still some people that I want to do stuff with, so there is a possibility that it might get better and I won't move up that date.
I've now got a goal for the Summer: I will become muscular. In fact, twenty bucks says I will. All I need is witnesses.. so behold the conversation with Jeff:
COOLC93: dude, let's freakin make a bet
COOLC93: right here, right now
JMH200485: what
COOLC93: that I am muscular at the end of the summer
JMH200485: so what is the bet
COOLC93: twenty big ones
COOLC93: now by muscular, I don't mean fabio
COOLC93: fabio is hella huge
JMH200485: no
JMH200485: because I will owe you
COOLC93: look, I need motivation
COOLC93: twenty bucks is motivation
JMH200485: ok
COOLC93: you will bet me?
JMH200485: its a bet
Will Chris become muscular-like? Will either Jeff or Chris be twenty bucks richer? Will Fabio visit a homeless shelter? Find out in the future entries of mazzu's Live Journal.
*insert credits*
Moral of Entry: JMH200485 is a loser screenname. |
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| The Last Two Days in Review |
[May. 29th, 2004|10:53 am] |
Well, graduation went smoothly. I didn't trip, my cap didn't fly off in the wind (like most people's), and I wasn't attacked by random wildlife at any point during the ceremony. Oh, and I wore this pimp Looney Tunes tie. Yep, it had Taz, Bugs, and Marvin. I made everyone jealous even though they didn't admit it...
I was blown away at Project Graduation. When I walked in, they had this Hawaiin hut thing set up where we sign in. The halls were all decorated with fish, water, and surf boards. The Casino was the coolest part. There were tables set up all over the place with Blackjack and two different dice games.
I lost all of my money. Oh, and the dealers were pretty cool. One of them let me bet a stick of gum (which I lost as well).
But yeah, It ended about 6:30ish, and I went to sleep about 7. I woke up about 3:30 then went to see The Day After Tomorrow with Jeff and Robert. It was pretty good, but I would have rather seen Troy.
We went to Wal-Mart, Target, then back to Robert's when it was all over. Then I went home. Then I slept and made a Live Journal entry. After that, I clicked "Update Journal" on the bottom.
Moral of Entry: If you run out of money at a casino, make sure you have some gum on hand. |
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| Exams suck. Crawfish don't. |
[May. 27th, 2004|12:20 am] |
I ended up taking only two exams today. Yipee.
English sucked. Oh, and the Pre-Cal exam sucked too.
In BCIS II, we really had nothing that we could take an exam over, so we just finished some work and played around. I was supposed to take the accounting exam, but the teacher miscounted my absences. I didn't complain.
Work was pretty fun. I messed with Ebony most of the time because it's funny when she gets mad. I got off early (always a good thing) and went to Ryan's to marvel at his new Dell.
Graduation is tomorrow. I have to go at 9 in the morning for practice. If they try to explain how to walk to us, I swear that I'm leaving. I know how to walk. Atleast I think I do. But who knows? Maybe I'll forget between now and then.
The actual graduation is at 8 in the night. After that, I'll come home and get ready for the party to end all parties: Project Graduation. Chilling with my friends, saying my goodbyes, getting free money and gifts.. you can't beat that. Oh, and we get crawfish. Crawfish are hella good, in case you didn't know.
Moral of entry: School districts should make sure that they hire accounting teachers that know how to count. |
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| A freakin journal entry. |
[May. 24th, 2004|10:00 pm] |
Today wasn't all that amazing. I'd rate it a 6.2 out of 10. The ".2" is because I had a fat ham sandwich in my lunch.
I woke up and went to school. Last night, I had gone to bed at like 1:30. Needless to say, I was pretty tired, but I ended up sleeping through my entire English class which worked out pretty good. After that, I went to BCIS II where we were actually forced to "do something." Do something? In school? Teachers make no sense...
My third period class was good ol' Pre-Cal where we got to play cards. I ended up playing Egyptian Rat Screw with Jess, some guy named Daniel, and Corey. I lost every game.
Accounting is not really worth mentioning since it's crappy and all, so I won't mention it (even though I already did).
I had work after school. It was a pretty easy day, considering that I did prep in the back most of the time. Of course, after I was done, I had to secretly stuff every calculator Whataburger owns in my pockets to make Ebony's life just a little harder (she was the shift leader). After a severe scolding, I was told to not go in the office again. It made me proud.
Now I'm at Ryan's again.. watching him play Kingdom Hearts. Go figure. Tomorrow I'm off of work and school, so no telling what I'll do. Joy.
Moral of entry: Disable the camera system if you want to steal calculators out of an office. |
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| Well, so much for a fun-filled Sunday... |
[May. 24th, 2004|12:18 am] |
Today was okay, I guess. I woke up about 9 at Robert's house and came home from church. I had no pants that were washed, so you know what? I went to church pants-less. It made me feel manly.
Not really. I had to wash some more though, and go at 5 that evening. I was expecting to play a game of Playground Frisbee (an extreme sport that tests your frisbee throwing and monkey-bar climbing at the same time) afterward, but Jeff and Robert (some random friends) were being jewish and said that they were "tired" or some crap. That left only me and Jeremy willing to play, so we like.. didn't. I ended up going to Ryan's about 8 and watched him play Kingdom Hearts.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I'm craving a fat ham sandwich.. just to let you know.
*looks at time*
It's like.. tomorrow. Why do I have school today? WHY?!?!
If I could have exempted my white day classes, I could have skipped (or attempted to, anyway) and then I could have spent the day calling the school, asking to talk to random students, then laughing in their faces because they had to go. Oh well, time for bed.
Moral of entry: If you're craving a fat ham sandwich, make one. |
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