Congrats to Alex
Nice work, Felix. I would say that you are the first one from the crew to start your career. I know some of us have jobs, but I don't consider them to be on the path of a career. I sure hope they have Del Crapos in Scottsdale/Phoenix, otherwise you might starve.
The XBOX 360
Yes, I did try to win an XBOX 360 on eBay. And I did. For cheap too. Here's the link to the auction I won. http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;rd=1&item=8285366775&ssPageName=STRK:MEWN:IT But there is a problem. Notice the guy's feedback. Yeah, that didn't happen until after I had won the auction and paid for the XBOX. Sweet..... So I filed a claim with Paypal and hopefully I will get my $$$ back in a few more days. I do want to get one, since my DVD player decided it would stop working.....5 days after I got home. That was a nice little surprise for me. Suppose I had wanted to watch a movie of a particular genre that features adult themes....I would have been SOL.
Funny Picture Time
I have nothing original to say here, so I am going to post a few funny pictures.
Addicting Game For You
I have been seeing Coke Blak in the Long's section for alcohol now since I have been working there, but I haven't heard much about it at all. I just figured that Coca-Cola was venturing into the alcohol market. But I finally read something about it: it's just Coke and coffee. Well, I like Coke and I like coffee. So I decided to give it a try. I grabbed a 4-pack and noticed that they had a rebate label. I ended up grabbing two 4 packs, since they each gave you a full refund. Well, there might be a reason that this shit ends up being free. It's Coke with coffee. I wish there was more to it. Like maybe a frappuccino taste or something, but there's not. It's fairly flat, takes like Coke at first, then has a bitter coffee aftertaste. That's the part I don't enjoy about coffee. The aftertaste is normally not very good, unless you had a mint Starbucks Frappuccino. Mmmm.... Anyhow, I am getting sidetracked. Coke Blak might be another failure for Coca-Cola. We'll see, but I doubt it catches on. I mean, usually drinks only catch on if they taste good and/or bring something new and fresh to the table. This brings stale Coke and cheap coffee in a small, expensive, glass bottle. Needless to say, after I finish these 8 bottles, get my rebate and my recycling money, I won't be dealing with any Coke Blak anymore.
MySpace Is Spreading Like Cholera In A Poorly Irrigated Backwater Shithole Town In Nevada
I swear I cannot go anywhere anymore without hearing the word myspace. You watch the news, they talk about child molesters on there. You hang out with friends, they talk about people they got into touch with via the site. You go to work, they ask if you have a myspace. You play golf, they tell you they have a golfing myspace. You subscribe to a favorite band's email, you get a form email telling you that they switched over to myspace. You listen to the radio, they tell you to check out their page for contests. You go Collegehumor.com, they list funny pictures from friend requests.....from myspace!!! Shit, I cannot believe how that site has caught on. And to think, it was only made to promote indie rock labels and bands. What about me, you might ask? Well, I might get one some day. I know I have the skeleton of one. But shit, it's been forever since I looked at it. I have like 2 friends, maybe. I just don't have the urge to do it. Eh...
I was getting ready for work the other day, going about my normal bathroom business (SSS, as Felix calls it), when disaster struck. I got my face wet to put shaving cream on. I picked up my Edge bottle and pressed the button. Nothing. I shook it and pressed again. It sputtered and struggled to get one tiny drop of gel out. Sweet. So I chucked the can and went to my other shaving cream. I bought it (Barbasol) because my dermatologist recommended it for sensitive skin. Anyhow, I press the button there and get nothing but good smelling air. WTF?!? How can two cans run out at the exact same motherfucking time? It was uncanny. So I shaved with my dad's shaving cream, but I was still ticked that I ran out of my shaving cream.....in both cans....at the same exact time.....
The Truck That Wasn't Truckin'
My truck went into the shop today for some major work. I had to have the AC fixed (some line for the AC was severed/bent, so I lost all the fluid, thus I lost the AC), the door (something went loose, vibrated, and then the window wouldn't roll down, making it an unbearably hot red coffin), the brakes might need changing (got a shitload of miles on them), and the automatic transmission fluid/system needs flushing (supposed to be done every 30,000 miles and mine has never been done). So yeah, that will blow my first paycheck. :(
Gotta Spend Money To Make Money
I always thought that was kind of a stupid saying, but you know, it's been coming true lately for me. For my job at Long's, I've had to buy nice clothes. Work clothes. Ties, shirts, pants. I own 4 dress shirts. Well, that sucks because there are 5 days in a work week. LOL. I have 6 ties, so I am OK there, although I know I've mistakenly worn the same tie twice a week. So I have to go buy some more dress clothes at Mervyn's today. I need to get some more shirts for sure, maybe a pair of pants, and maybe a tie or two. But the shirt department is in sore need of up-sizing.
I guess there was a major fuck-up on the freeways a couple days ago. An oil tanker tipped and spilled its guts all over the 60/215 interchange. My mom said it took her about 2 hours to get home from work...in Rialto, since the spillover traffic from the 60 and 215 went onto the 10 with her. Here's a link to that story. http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/california/la-me-jam31may31,1,2058357.story?coll=la-headlines-pe-california
We also went to a Switchfoot concert, opened by a no-name band (Lovedrug). I mean, I have their CD, but most people don't have a clue who they are. I gotta say that I was pretty impressed with Switchfoot, especially their singer. He sounds the same in person as he does on the CD (and thus the radio). I know a lot of artists touch up their voices for their CDs and such, but I think that would be difficult to manage live. Now don't worry. Just because we went to a Christian rock concert, it doesn't mean that I am turning religious. Nope. I'm still going to Hell. No worries there.
Katie and I went to a Comedy Central event called "The Medium Man on Campus" tour. The spotlight comic was Mike Birbiglia. He was frickin's hi-larious. Besides bagging on Mormons, his other jokes were great too. It's just that there is a huge Mormon population in Pocatello and his joke may have pissed a few of them off....
He was doing his routine when he stopped at the cry of a baby.
"Don't be alarmed, folks, but there is a baby at the show. There is a baby enjoying the comedy show. All babies love comedy. This is a first for me though. I have never had a baby at one of my shows."
He paced for a few seconds, deciding if he wanted to do this or not, then he went for it:
"Ma'am, I want to ask you a question."
The lady with the baby (who was right behind us) said "Well, what is it?"
"You wouldn't by any chance be a Mormon, would you?"
"Yeah..." she trailed off.
"OK, that makes sense. I know those Mormons, they love having kids. I mean, that little crying one of yours is probably one of like 15, right? Those Mormons have so many kids...they are a lot like cockroaches, you know? They just pump out kids unil they are crawling everywhere."
He also explains that black people cannot say the word "cracker," but they can say "crackah." Funny stuff.
Here's a couple links for you to check out and you can listen to some samples:
In All Seriousness...
I finished out my 3rd year of college, 1st of pharmacy school. And let's just say that I am glad that it's over. It was rough, stressful, and intense. God. And what is kinda sad is that the hardest, yet best taught class I had was Physiology, which is not actually taught by a professor in the college of pharmacy. It's taught by this little guy that must know every single thing about physiology. Every single thing. The guy's lectures were probably some of the most useful class time we had all year. He covered soooo much shit. After the end of the year, I had at least 150 pages of single spaced typed notes, in addition to 50 pages of drawings, an incalculable amount of diagrams referenced and about 30 chapters in text (that I never read...).
It looks like I did a little better grade-wise this semester, pulling out at least all B's. I did get an A in Intro to Pharm Prac, but I could sit in there with my hand down my shorts and get a B, so that's not saying much.
In the fall, I start modules. We take a body system and all the drugs that affect it...and cover it in a short period of time. I hear it's more intense, more in-depth, and harder than the first year of pharmacy school. Great....
The Trek Home
This was not a fun trip home. The night before I drove home, I packed up all of my stuff (except for my blankets, pillow, and sheets). Then I ate a CPK freezer pizza. That was a mistake. I woke up at 1:00 AM (after being asleep for....oh I don't know....20 fucking minutes) and promptly ran into the bathroom to puke my guts up. I barely made it, had to hold my mouth shut until I got there, and then spewed like a champ. I repeated this process 7 more times. Seriously, who knew how much my little stomach could hold? Apparently a ton of nasty, acidic vomit. Ugh. So I slept maybe a grant total of 2 hours the night before I drove home. I was dehydrated, weak, hungry but not hungry, and tired. Oh, and my guy checking me out of the apartment was late. Bastard.
I didn't have A/C the entire trip home. Something wrong with my truck's A/C....like someone clipped the fucking tube containing the Freon...so yeah. I was dehydrated, weak, hungry but not hungry, and tired...and sweating my balls off. I had to switch to Mexican A/C, but when I had to slow down for the 2 wrecks in Vegas or the construction that was going on everywhere, it was downright miserable. I nearly passed out at one point, then slammed a bottle of water to at least keep myself hydrated. I made it home at 8:00 PM and got out of my truck, only to find I had no legs. No fucking legs! I seriously went down in a heap in my driveway and laid there until I got some strength up.
The wind from the Mexican A/C was wreaking havoc on my asthma, so my chest was really tight by the time I made it home. I was dehydrated, weak, hungry but not hungry, tired, sweating my balls off, and having asthma problems.
I said fuck unpacking and went to bed. Ha.
Sometime before I came home, I sold a few items on eBay for a friend. In return, he gave me a Pioneer CD player for my truck. So I had it installed and now my radio doesn't cut out and I can play CDs in my truck!!! Woohoo. That's a big step forwards for me. I put in a picture of it below....not the best quality of pic, I know. But hey, if it's any consolation, I was driving while I took it.
My granny, my last living grandparent, is not doing so hot. I guess she hurt her back real bad and got weak and collapsed a few weeks back. My mom had to call 911 and get her hauled away. Now she lives in an old folks home. Those places make me sad. They are like hospitals, but they just have a sugar coating. They try not to make them seem like hospitals, but you know they are. They are where old people go and never come out. I was relaly hoping my granny would not ever have to go into one of those because she is such a meticulous and proud woman, not to mention strong-willed. I was really hoping that she would go in her sleep in her home, but that won't happen now. Not that I wanted her to pass away, but that would have been for the best. And I know she hates the convalescence place as much as I do. What old person wants to go into a home where they know people die daily? *Sigh*
All Work And No Play Makes Rico A Rich Boy
So thanks to Alan Chin, Joe Chin's daddy, I have a job this summer. Nowhere else wanted to employ this Caucasian male. Sorry I am white and male. Jesus Christ, fuck me for being the color and sex I am. Sorry for speaking the language this country was founded on. And Heaven forbid that I would be competent. Goddamn.
But anyhow, thanks to Alan Chin, I have a job as a part-time intern (part-time, but some weeks it looks like I will get full-time hours). I don't know the pay yet, but I'm hoping a lot. Haha.
Chris is going to live with his girlfriend this coming year and summer. So that means I had to find another roomie for the fall. I managed to do so and, not surprisingly, he's a another pharmacy dork. Those are the only people I see all day (we basically have all the same classes). Hopefully, he doesn't get as whipped as Chris did. Chris and his girlfriend are pretty much whipped to one another, in my opinion.
I played golf with some guys from my pharmacy class on one weekend during this last semester. It was pretty fun and I played decently once I was warmed up. They asked if I wanted to play again on the next Friday and I said sure. They said they'd call with the tee time and that it would be in the afternoon. As far as I knew, we were still on for the golf as of Thursday afternoon. Well, Friday morning rolls around and they aren't in class. Those bastards ditched me. I was pissed. I was pissed that they didn't call to let me know that there was no golf set for that afternoon, I was pissed that they went without me after planning to go with me, and I was pissed that they didn't tell me about any of it. Bastards.
Well, that's enough for now.