Just so we don't forget what we want, here's a list...from Ryan and Amanda....aka Ramanda.
What we need:
Bed
Couch
Washer/Dryer stackable
Entertainment center: living plus master bedroom
Dresser
Nightstand
What we want:
Blender
Big screen TV
Kitchen Table
Living room coffee table
Wii
Dry Erase Board - got one!
Rugs
Ipod dock speaker thingie
chairs
pots
pans
silverware
cups
plates
shower curtains
towels
printer...
matching hangers
air purifier fan thingie
love seat possibly
tupperware
toaster oven
shoe rack
What we have:
DVD shelf
Book shelf
Computer Desk
Two 32 in TVs
PS3
Xbox 360
PS2
Tabletop Computer
Laptop Computer
one computer rolling chair
and last but not least....we have LOVE!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Phone Number List!
Switching phone company providers!
I am sure I won't be able to switch all my old number into my new phone, cause they never seem to be able to do it.
Sooooooooooo
I am just going to make this page my back up data sheet for every list in my current phone.
Here goes!
Amanda 813-574-9569
AJ 561-254-0845
Alan PC 813966-5931
Alex B 786-252-5667
Brad PC 813-766-4384
Brandon HD 813-446-1285
Brandon PC 813-690-5147
Carlos 813-600-9243
Casey 813-938-0175
Chase 813-476-1730
Chris 813-598-4570
Dad 813-393-6375
Dan C 813-356-0282
Dana PC 813-817-8955
Danny T 813-842-4503
David 813-810-7727
Delia 813-447-4818
Derek 813-625-3854
DJ 813-410-6041
Elgin 813-298-9057
Glenn 813-446-6087
Gomez 813-334-5588
Jackie 813-758-5158
Jappy 813-420-5404
Jihan 786-3878
Jordan 727-410-2947
Jose 813-785-5590
Ma Brizzle 813-245-6988
Mike Chang 813-546-2377
Mom 813-731-1661
Pat 813-777-3680
PC Tennis 813-251-3673
Pete 813-817-6077
Ravi 619-573-5798
Ricky PC 813-842-8366
Scott PC 813-690-0306
Shugie 813-389-4542
Steve 813-758-6561
Tara PC 813-784-7099
The PC 813-250-6384
Tommy 813-957-6146
Will Luna 813-464-1726
I am sure I won't be able to switch all my old number into my new phone, cause they never seem to be able to do it.
Sooooooooooo
I am just going to make this page my back up data sheet for every list in my current phone.
Here goes!
Amanda 813-574-9569
AJ 561-254-0845
Alan PC 813966-5931
Alex B 786-252-5667
Brad PC 813-766-4384
Brandon HD 813-446-1285
Brandon PC 813-690-5147
Carlos 813-600-9243
Casey 813-938-0175
Chase 813-476-1730
Chris 813-598-4570
Dad 813-393-6375
Dan C 813-356-0282
Dana PC 813-817-8955
Danny T 813-842-4503
David 813-810-7727
Delia 813-447-4818
Derek 813-625-3854
DJ 813-410-6041
Elgin 813-298-9057
Glenn 813-446-6087
Gomez 813-334-5588
Jackie 813-758-5158
Jappy 813-420-5404
Jihan 786-3878
Jordan 727-410-2947
Jose 813-785-5590
Ma Brizzle 813-245-6988
Mike Chang 813-546-2377
Mom 813-731-1661
Pat 813-777-3680
PC Tennis 813-251-3673
Pete 813-817-6077
Ravi 619-573-5798
Ricky PC 813-842-8366
Scott PC 813-690-0306
Shugie 813-389-4542
Steve 813-758-6561
Tara PC 813-784-7099
The PC 813-250-6384
Tommy 813-957-6146
Will Luna 813-464-1726
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Mental Note
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/on-writing-stephen-king/1100630876?ean=9781439156810&itm=1&usri=on%2bwriting
Apparently I should read this book.
Found from this website.
http://community.sparknotes.com/2011/08/17/dans-advice-for-aspiring-writers
Apparently I should read this book.
Found from this website.
http://community.sparknotes.com/2011/08/17/dans-advice-for-aspiring-writers
Sunday, August 21, 2011
In the Belly of the Beast
Controlled Chaos.
I did not fully understand the concept until yesterday. I confronted controlled chaos up close and a little too personal.
The Warped Tour.
It is a local collection of concerts in Saint Petersburg, Florida. Every year in Vinoy Park stages are set for the venue. Bands from across the globe are gathered to perform at the Warped Tour which showcases all these bands with multiple stages set across the park's grounds in an all day gauntlet.
I was not sure what I walked into when I purchased tickets to this event. My friend Gonzalo and my brother pushed me into going. I was forced, but they assured me that I would have an amazing time. I was still unsure.
So I tried to do some research about some of the groups that were attending this year. Most of the names I glanced over were bands I had never heard of. Some of the bands had names that seemed familiar, but I knew them by name alone. I found only three or four bands that I actually knew on the venue. Of those small list of recognizable bands, I really wanted to go see 'The Expendables' and 'Against Me'. The idea of going to this event started to churn in my head. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I had never been to a concert like this before. It was starting to sound actually...fun.
The day of the event, we drove together and met with our buddy Casey at the park. I made the mistake of wearing a black shirt on a wonderful, 90+ degree day. Upon exiting the car, instant sweat. Mistake number one. Luckily I had an undershirt on that I could remove. Thankfully my shirt was sleeveless which helped air things out. Still, this was a premonition of things to come. Today was going to be a hot muggy mess.
The three of us did our ritual hot-boxing before anything and went on our high, merry way. You know, when you are blitzed out of your mind, the heat doesn't bother you that much. I guess that could be good or bad depending on your perspective, but alas, we were off to have a grand time. Hopefully no one would have a heat stroke!
Gonzalo and Stephen got a map of where the best bands were playing and at what times. Each had their own agenda of who to see, but both made it clear, they wanted to reconvene at the 'Dance Gavin Dance' show. The two couldn't agree on some of the early performers, but Gonzalo insisted I go with him to the watch 'The Devil Wears Prada.' I obliged.
This band seemed to have one of the larger crowds gathering. I wasn't ready for what I was about to undertake. The scene seemed calm enough at first. Everyone was relaxing, staring at the empty stage. The band was late. The time that they were supposed to start came and went, as more people started to flock around the elevated circuit. Me and Gonzalo were just spectating all the queer attendees at this conglomeration of masses. From behind, someone grabbed my butt; it felt more like a pinch. I turned around and there were two girls standing behind us. Gonzalo didn't notice and they weren't paying us any mind, so I brushed it off. A few seconds later I was pinched in my bum again. I turned around and saw one of the girls who wasn't bad looking staring at me, giggling.
Just then there was movement in front of us. Before I could do anything about the ass grabber, the collection of people started to swarm and gather as close to the stage as possible. Me and Gonzalo were ushered in, like a powerful wave had picked us up and was edging closer to the front. There was nothing he or I could do. If we didn't move, we would likely get trampled.
The band was starting to walk onto the stage.
The crowed roared with excitement. It was a deep, foreboding sound. We were now in a tightly packed group of human body parts all group together in an uncomfortable amalgamation. That all ended once the band started playing.
It was pure chaos. Everyone all at once started to disperse, jump around, run like mad people and flair their appendages like they had to regard for themselves or anyone around them. As I was soaking all this madness up, another crazy event started to unfold; the mosh pit was starting to form. As close as everyone was, like a colony of ants, everyone moved in unison to open up a hole in the middle of the crowd. I swear to you, I could feel the atmosphere start to change inside this insanity. I started to see rocks on the ground start to shift like an episode of Dragon Ball Z. I had never seen anything like this before.
Gonzalo started to gravitate towards the mosh pit. I followed suit. I was pretty nervous about this whole ordeal...but I was high. What's the worst thing that could happen? Just as I was thinking these thoughts in my head, I looked over and noticed a girl contemplating the same thing I was; jumping into this mess. She was swinging her arms, like she was preparing to jump into a bought of double dutch, waiting for the perfect time to fly and and let the maelstrom sweep her away.
I shit you not, the second....THE SECOND this girl actually attempted to join the pit, a flying elbow came in and wrecked her life. She crumpled to the ground like a wet paper bag. Holy balls I felt bad for her...but I wasn't going to go over there and check on her. This was bedlam. It almost seemed as if people were intentionally trying to punch and kick people. Before I knew it I jumped into the mosh pit and started running.
So, if you didn't know, a mosh pit is something that starts at concerts where a bunch of strangers start to run around in a circular fashion to the beat of the music playing...somewhat.
So here I am, Gonzalo is gone; all by myself in this mosh pit of madness. The music that was playing seemed to possess the miscreants in the vortex. I had my hands up in a defensive manner as I ran in circles. It seemed like these people had murderous intent as they almost hunted to hurt people in the circle. It was crazy...but I couldn't stop running.
Despite all this foolishness, I was surprisingly was having fun. I was a free spirit among a sea of rabid monstrous beings. It was almost like a football field. I was evading would-be tacklers as I dodged and weaved between the menacing, mindless neanderthals. You could say I was having the time of my life. Perhaps it was the drugs, perhaps it was my heightened adrenaline pumping through my body, perhaps the music was mesmerizing me as well, my journey didn't stop until the song did.
The band played a couple more times and I evaded the rush like Mike Vick in his prime. I saw plenty of people go down with injuries, self inflicted or otherwise. I was one of the lucky ones. I eventually found Gonzalo too. He had the same look of joy and awareness in his eyes that I assume I had. We both survived the first wave of pandemonium.
It was only 10:00am.
More bands came and went. We saw the Expendables singer shave his epic beard. We re-upped on Mary Jane by randomly running into an old friend. We saw a man in a white outfit, ruin said digs due to having his own blood covering and likely ruining it in the process.
We participated in some more mosh pits as a group. I forget which band did it, but they opened up the mosh pit to a giant arena setting and made it a mosh obstacle course. I remember someone actively chasing me during this marathon. Someone tried to go low on me and take out my legs. I mentioned it felt like football earlier, right?
The sun set on the event and by the end of the this trip, the lot of us were both exhausted and fulfilled. I was glad I went out of my comfort zone and participated in this spectacle. I doubt I will ever experience something so bizarre and twisted again. It was scary at times, but fighting that fear brought an untold amount of bliss that will hard to replicate.
Controlled chaos indeed.
I did not fully understand the concept until yesterday. I confronted controlled chaos up close and a little too personal.
The Warped Tour.
It is a local collection of concerts in Saint Petersburg, Florida. Every year in Vinoy Park stages are set for the venue. Bands from across the globe are gathered to perform at the Warped Tour which showcases all these bands with multiple stages set across the park's grounds in an all day gauntlet.
I was not sure what I walked into when I purchased tickets to this event. My friend Gonzalo and my brother pushed me into going. I was forced, but they assured me that I would have an amazing time. I was still unsure.
So I tried to do some research about some of the groups that were attending this year. Most of the names I glanced over were bands I had never heard of. Some of the bands had names that seemed familiar, but I knew them by name alone. I found only three or four bands that I actually knew on the venue. Of those small list of recognizable bands, I really wanted to go see 'The Expendables' and 'Against Me'. The idea of going to this event started to churn in my head. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I had never been to a concert like this before. It was starting to sound actually...fun.
The day of the event, we drove together and met with our buddy Casey at the park. I made the mistake of wearing a black shirt on a wonderful, 90+ degree day. Upon exiting the car, instant sweat. Mistake number one. Luckily I had an undershirt on that I could remove. Thankfully my shirt was sleeveless which helped air things out. Still, this was a premonition of things to come. Today was going to be a hot muggy mess.
The three of us did our ritual hot-boxing before anything and went on our high, merry way. You know, when you are blitzed out of your mind, the heat doesn't bother you that much. I guess that could be good or bad depending on your perspective, but alas, we were off to have a grand time. Hopefully no one would have a heat stroke!
Gonzalo and Stephen got a map of where the best bands were playing and at what times. Each had their own agenda of who to see, but both made it clear, they wanted to reconvene at the 'Dance Gavin Dance' show. The two couldn't agree on some of the early performers, but Gonzalo insisted I go with him to the watch 'The Devil Wears Prada.' I obliged.
This band seemed to have one of the larger crowds gathering. I wasn't ready for what I was about to undertake. The scene seemed calm enough at first. Everyone was relaxing, staring at the empty stage. The band was late. The time that they were supposed to start came and went, as more people started to flock around the elevated circuit. Me and Gonzalo were just spectating all the queer attendees at this conglomeration of masses. From behind, someone grabbed my butt; it felt more like a pinch. I turned around and there were two girls standing behind us. Gonzalo didn't notice and they weren't paying us any mind, so I brushed it off. A few seconds later I was pinched in my bum again. I turned around and saw one of the girls who wasn't bad looking staring at me, giggling.
Just then there was movement in front of us. Before I could do anything about the ass grabber, the collection of people started to swarm and gather as close to the stage as possible. Me and Gonzalo were ushered in, like a powerful wave had picked us up and was edging closer to the front. There was nothing he or I could do. If we didn't move, we would likely get trampled.
The band was starting to walk onto the stage.
The crowed roared with excitement. It was a deep, foreboding sound. We were now in a tightly packed group of human body parts all group together in an uncomfortable amalgamation. That all ended once the band started playing.
It was pure chaos. Everyone all at once started to disperse, jump around, run like mad people and flair their appendages like they had to regard for themselves or anyone around them. As I was soaking all this madness up, another crazy event started to unfold; the mosh pit was starting to form. As close as everyone was, like a colony of ants, everyone moved in unison to open up a hole in the middle of the crowd. I swear to you, I could feel the atmosphere start to change inside this insanity. I started to see rocks on the ground start to shift like an episode of Dragon Ball Z. I had never seen anything like this before.
Gonzalo started to gravitate towards the mosh pit. I followed suit. I was pretty nervous about this whole ordeal...but I was high. What's the worst thing that could happen? Just as I was thinking these thoughts in my head, I looked over and noticed a girl contemplating the same thing I was; jumping into this mess. She was swinging her arms, like she was preparing to jump into a bought of double dutch, waiting for the perfect time to fly and and let the maelstrom sweep her away.
I shit you not, the second....THE SECOND this girl actually attempted to join the pit, a flying elbow came in and wrecked her life. She crumpled to the ground like a wet paper bag. Holy balls I felt bad for her...but I wasn't going to go over there and check on her. This was bedlam. It almost seemed as if people were intentionally trying to punch and kick people. Before I knew it I jumped into the mosh pit and started running.
So, if you didn't know, a mosh pit is something that starts at concerts where a bunch of strangers start to run around in a circular fashion to the beat of the music playing...somewhat.
So here I am, Gonzalo is gone; all by myself in this mosh pit of madness. The music that was playing seemed to possess the miscreants in the vortex. I had my hands up in a defensive manner as I ran in circles. It seemed like these people had murderous intent as they almost hunted to hurt people in the circle. It was crazy...but I couldn't stop running.
Despite all this foolishness, I was surprisingly was having fun. I was a free spirit among a sea of rabid monstrous beings. It was almost like a football field. I was evading would-be tacklers as I dodged and weaved between the menacing, mindless neanderthals. You could say I was having the time of my life. Perhaps it was the drugs, perhaps it was my heightened adrenaline pumping through my body, perhaps the music was mesmerizing me as well, my journey didn't stop until the song did.
The band played a couple more times and I evaded the rush like Mike Vick in his prime. I saw plenty of people go down with injuries, self inflicted or otherwise. I was one of the lucky ones. I eventually found Gonzalo too. He had the same look of joy and awareness in his eyes that I assume I had. We both survived the first wave of pandemonium.
It was only 10:00am.
More bands came and went. We saw the Expendables singer shave his epic beard. We re-upped on Mary Jane by randomly running into an old friend. We saw a man in a white outfit, ruin said digs due to having his own blood covering and likely ruining it in the process.
We participated in some more mosh pits as a group. I forget which band did it, but they opened up the mosh pit to a giant arena setting and made it a mosh obstacle course. I remember someone actively chasing me during this marathon. Someone tried to go low on me and take out my legs. I mentioned it felt like football earlier, right?
The sun set on the event and by the end of the this trip, the lot of us were both exhausted and fulfilled. I was glad I went out of my comfort zone and participated in this spectacle. I doubt I will ever experience something so bizarre and twisted again. It was scary at times, but fighting that fear brought an untold amount of bliss that will hard to replicate.
Controlled chaos indeed.
Monday, August 1, 2011
LJ39
My computer sucks, so I haven't bothered to be around it recently..
I dunno when the last time I updated was, but whatever.......
My comp has a bug and none of my scanners can find it or get rid of it......fun
I have had a fun time uninstalling most of my programs to see if that would help, but no...that just left my computer slow and without anything.......
*twitch*
........as I write this part of the bug mocks me, as a pop up fills the screen....mocking me.......taunting my lame ass computer....very annoying.
ok.....so what has happened to me as of late?
Well before my trip, I went to Hyde Park Cafe with Steven and Danny for some Halloween party. I dressed up as a priest, Steve was Ron Burgondy, and Danny was a Doctor.
WE pre-drank at someones house. This was the first time I had been drinking in some time. Man, do I love this holiday. Girls always make me happy as they dress up in very revealing and slutty costumes. It is their excuse to look as sexy as possible, and I have no problem with it. =)
The night was fun, I ran into some flings from my past at the cafe. I saw Linnet (GOOD LORD!) Karla and Jamile. They all looked very pretty, but Linnet had always seemed very beautiful to me, to bad it seemed as if she were there with someone, ah well. I danced with Jamile's drunk ass and made Karla jealous at the same time, good times.
I was going to Tally to visit AJ. Plus Ravi, our good friend, who had been on a ship in the Navy for like 8 months was visiting.....
wow what the hell did they do to LJ, I feel lost.....
anyways Chris came along and my friends Andre rode up with us for a free ride....
The trip wasn't bad, we mostly listened to Dance Cook as he made the time fly by. Tally...is a fun place. I like going there, don't like the trip though. I always have to drive and it is very bothersome. However every time I go there, I have a good time, unlike Gville.
Ravi didn't get there till night time. We waited for him to eat, but by the time he arrived he had already done so. Like the innocent baby he acted like, we all just brushed it off, giggled and ate at village inn.
We went to some girls house that night, drinking of course....
Watching Ravi drink is like seeing the Hulk transform. It's funny, but he has an angry side that he always lets loose at some random person. At one point in the night he threw me to the floor and wrestled me, he also threw a chair in a pool nearby. As I said before, good times.
In the end no one got hurt and we all had a smile on our face as we left. It had been a long time since we saw Ravi last, it just felt good to see his goofy ass again.
Day two was just us going to local comic stores and the mall, nothing exciting. At night we all got dressed up in our costumes. Ravi was a cowboy, AJ was a ninja, I was a priest again, and Chris..........well he was a Gay/French thief (bwa hahaha) If he knew how gay he looked he wouldn't have left the house, so we as the good friends we are, lied to him.
The party we went to had a nice assortment of fine looking gals. I was Ravi's wing man, not that I did a good job. We should have brought a camera, so many titties, my mind can't remember them all. Nothing else really came from that night, my dumbassed'ness prolly denied my self from getting some cowgirl ass, but that is another story left untold....
and, just as soon as the trip had started, the trip ended. The fact that "someone" had backed into my car didn't even seem to bother me.
Ravi's boat was docked in Jacksonville and his family lives in Tampa, so he was going to be in town for a whole week. And if that meant anything it meant this.....there was to be little to no sleep and study for my future.
Which held true...
Monday we tried to go out, but since we had to accommodate with Dan, we didn't do anything I had mentioned and instead wasted the night looking for something to do.
Tuesday was...meaningless visit to Chris' house playing games all the live long night...we played football as well.
Wednesday was Hardrock, where all of of came out on the losing end of the Hold em table. The only redeeming factor of that night was that I met up with Daniel Garber, who always seems to make me smile with his gay tendencies.
Thursday was us looking all night long for a place with lit up courts for some Basketball..
Friday was us going to Channelside, which was fun. I met a lady who was getting married on Sunday heh heh, who said I was the light of her night. I feel bad for the husband. =)
Saturday I went out yet again, this time with Gomez and Steve, but it was much the same. Got pretty drunk, this time I met up with a very attractive lady who I was talking with for awhile, I can't remember much of the conversation, but I know she was trying to get me to do something, and I was trying for her to do the same thing. The event led in just a simple innocent kiss on the cheek for me, another lost opportunity. =(
Sunday we relaxed and watched the fag ass gay shit dumb nut heads Bucs lose at Gomez's house..
and that is that.......
I dunno when the last time I updated was, but whatever.......
My comp has a bug and none of my scanners can find it or get rid of it......fun
I have had a fun time uninstalling most of my programs to see if that would help, but no...that just left my computer slow and without anything.......
*twitch*
........as I write this part of the bug mocks me, as a pop up fills the screen....mocking me.......taunting my lame ass computer....very annoying.
ok.....so what has happened to me as of late?
Well before my trip, I went to Hyde Park Cafe with Steven and Danny for some Halloween party. I dressed up as a priest, Steve was Ron Burgondy, and Danny was a Doctor.
WE pre-drank at someones house. This was the first time I had been drinking in some time. Man, do I love this holiday. Girls always make me happy as they dress up in very revealing and slutty costumes. It is their excuse to look as sexy as possible, and I have no problem with it. =)
The night was fun, I ran into some flings from my past at the cafe. I saw Linnet (GOOD LORD!) Karla and Jamile. They all looked very pretty, but Linnet had always seemed very beautiful to me, to bad it seemed as if she were there with someone, ah well. I danced with Jamile's drunk ass and made Karla jealous at the same time, good times.
I was going to Tally to visit AJ. Plus Ravi, our good friend, who had been on a ship in the Navy for like 8 months was visiting.....
wow what the hell did they do to LJ, I feel lost.....
anyways Chris came along and my friends Andre rode up with us for a free ride....
The trip wasn't bad, we mostly listened to Dance Cook as he made the time fly by. Tally...is a fun place. I like going there, don't like the trip though. I always have to drive and it is very bothersome. However every time I go there, I have a good time, unlike Gville.
Ravi didn't get there till night time. We waited for him to eat, but by the time he arrived he had already done so. Like the innocent baby he acted like, we all just brushed it off, giggled and ate at village inn.
We went to some girls house that night, drinking of course....
Watching Ravi drink is like seeing the Hulk transform. It's funny, but he has an angry side that he always lets loose at some random person. At one point in the night he threw me to the floor and wrestled me, he also threw a chair in a pool nearby. As I said before, good times.
In the end no one got hurt and we all had a smile on our face as we left. It had been a long time since we saw Ravi last, it just felt good to see his goofy ass again.
Day two was just us going to local comic stores and the mall, nothing exciting. At night we all got dressed up in our costumes. Ravi was a cowboy, AJ was a ninja, I was a priest again, and Chris..........well he was a Gay/French thief (bwa hahaha) If he knew how gay he looked he wouldn't have left the house, so we as the good friends we are, lied to him.
The party we went to had a nice assortment of fine looking gals. I was Ravi's wing man, not that I did a good job. We should have brought a camera, so many titties, my mind can't remember them all. Nothing else really came from that night, my dumbassed'ness prolly denied my self from getting some cowgirl ass, but that is another story left untold....
and, just as soon as the trip had started, the trip ended. The fact that "someone" had backed into my car didn't even seem to bother me.
Ravi's boat was docked in Jacksonville and his family lives in Tampa, so he was going to be in town for a whole week. And if that meant anything it meant this.....there was to be little to no sleep and study for my future.
Which held true...
Monday we tried to go out, but since we had to accommodate with Dan, we didn't do anything I had mentioned and instead wasted the night looking for something to do.
Tuesday was...meaningless visit to Chris' house playing games all the live long night...we played football as well.
Wednesday was Hardrock, where all of of came out on the losing end of the Hold em table. The only redeeming factor of that night was that I met up with Daniel Garber, who always seems to make me smile with his gay tendencies.
Thursday was us looking all night long for a place with lit up courts for some Basketball..
Friday was us going to Channelside, which was fun. I met a lady who was getting married on Sunday heh heh, who said I was the light of her night. I feel bad for the husband. =)
Saturday I went out yet again, this time with Gomez and Steve, but it was much the same. Got pretty drunk, this time I met up with a very attractive lady who I was talking with for awhile, I can't remember much of the conversation, but I know she was trying to get me to do something, and I was trying for her to do the same thing. The event led in just a simple innocent kiss on the cheek for me, another lost opportunity. =(
Sunday we relaxed and watched the fag ass gay shit dumb nut heads Bucs lose at Gomez's house..
and that is that.......
LJ38
"The weekend ends here."
Gainesville
A town that never upsets.
A town where the old rule for Vegas gets applied. What goes on there, stays there. A town I usually love since I get shit faced drunk and fun sexy things always seem to happen.
The same was going to happen this weekend......right?
The trip was me Steven and Stephen (Gonzalo's nephew or something. Notice how I spell the names as the story might get confusing if you don't.) It was mostly a relaxed ride. I drove, we took Steven's car. It drizzled and I got a little distorted, I do not like driving other peoples cars, especially when it rains. But, we put in some Dane Cook and laughed all the way there. Gomez kept on calling us with some auto voice teller mumbo jumbo....whatever.
We finally GET there, and he isn't answering his phone. heh The door was unlocked, since everyone else seemed shy to walk into his house without him opening the door I walked up to his room. I found him in his bed, passed out. I thought he was just sleeping, however I noticed his eyes. They were open, but he was snoring. I threw my phone at him and he didn't even stir. His looked groggy as hell, and there were beer bottles all around. It was like eight o clock. This moron was drunk off his ass, passed out semi naked. I yelled for awhile and finally got the lush to get out of his bed. He got ready and we went out to some club called Froggies.
This gawd damn place was the whitest place I had ever been to. Live band, not even one fucking guy with a guitar playing the whitest music ever. Men were hugging and doing all sorts of gay shit and I wasn't drinking. Steven and Stephen weren't having fun either. A white club isn't all that fun for a couple of Latinos. Although Gonzalo was enjoying himself enough, the damn guy was at it again, drinking his ass off.
Didn't seem we were there that long before the club closed down. I didn't know how to get back to the car, Gomez said he did, so we followed the drunk ass down the streets.
We pass this group of guys Gomez walks past one guy. The guy elbows Gomez, Gomez elbows back and the guy elbows him again! Gonzalo stops and almost gets into a huge fight with these group of four white boys. He shoves one and the bitch didn't do anything. Gonzalo at this point was going crazy, cause he wanted him to do something. I had to hold him back, drunks aren't too hard to keep at bay. The cops started to come since we apparently were starting a scene. We got Gomez and hauled ass. While we were walked a group of black guys (seriously like 15 of them) surrounded us. I could see that Steven was getting real scared, he was trying to walk around them, but they were everywhere. They said that they had our backs and that they were waiting for the white boys to throw a punch so they could whoop some ass. These guys were funny, they were from Mississippi. They were pretty cool, but we were all hungry and we still needed to find the car.
Driving, we had just ordered some pizza so by the time we get home we can eat. We had a strong case of the munchies. All of a sudden some car drives next to us and starts talking mad shit. They say something about wanting to fight, this got Gonzalo all excited. He wanted me to follow them wherever. We get to a red light and the white boy jumps out of his car and Gonzalo follows suit. This couldn't end up good. The guys GF jumps out of the car and gets in front of Gonzalo. The guy uses this to sucker punch Gomez. He goes over his girl and hits Gonzalo in the face. Gomez drops to the floor and then another guy comes out of the car, jumps on Gomez and starts hitting him...........
This happened so fast, I was in the driver seat. When Gomez fell, I put the car in park and fought with my seat belt for a second before I bolted out of the car. I bum rushed the skinny guy on Gomez who when I picked him up he hit me on the side of the face. I picked his ass up and threw him against his car. He tried to get around me, but he wasn't going to be able to. Stephen had also jumped out of the car and swung on one of the guys, but his girl got in the way and he hit her on accident. AGAIN the cops were coming so we got Gomez and got the hell out of there. The white boys threw their licks and hauled ass......pussies. I won't even get into how fucking stupid it was for Gonzalo to get out of the car, but yeah...he was drunk and not in the best condition to fight. His eye was bleeding, what a waste.
We get home and Gomez says he is dizzy and goes upstairs to sleep. We later find out he said he thinks he he got a concussion. It was stupid all his friends from Gville said we were pussies cause we didn't do anything.......
Oh, that;s right. if we didn't DO anything Gonzalo would have gotten a lot more fucked up then what he got. I took a fucking hit for him, plus I lost my damn earrings during the skirmish. And these assholes were calling me a Pussy? Fuck that I was looking out for my friend who was ON THE FLOOR NOT MOVING!
Saturday we couldn't go clubbing cause Gomez was feeling dizzy and his eye was all bruised up. Instead we went house party hoping where everyone babied him about his eyes. Again another un fun night. We actually went to a party where the PARENTS were there.....
this wasn't the Gville I was used to.
Sunday we just watches the game, Bucs lost, Phins lost.....Kain lost in the DL......Pats won...
all in all, this weekend fucking sucked........
Gainesville
A town that never upsets.
A town where the old rule for Vegas gets applied. What goes on there, stays there. A town I usually love since I get shit faced drunk and fun sexy things always seem to happen.
The same was going to happen this weekend......right?
The trip was me Steven and Stephen (Gonzalo's nephew or something. Notice how I spell the names as the story might get confusing if you don't.) It was mostly a relaxed ride. I drove, we took Steven's car. It drizzled and I got a little distorted, I do not like driving other peoples cars, especially when it rains. But, we put in some Dane Cook and laughed all the way there. Gomez kept on calling us with some auto voice teller mumbo jumbo....whatever.
We finally GET there, and he isn't answering his phone. heh The door was unlocked, since everyone else seemed shy to walk into his house without him opening the door I walked up to his room. I found him in his bed, passed out. I thought he was just sleeping, however I noticed his eyes. They were open, but he was snoring. I threw my phone at him and he didn't even stir. His looked groggy as hell, and there were beer bottles all around. It was like eight o clock. This moron was drunk off his ass, passed out semi naked. I yelled for awhile and finally got the lush to get out of his bed. He got ready and we went out to some club called Froggies.
This gawd damn place was the whitest place I had ever been to. Live band, not even one fucking guy with a guitar playing the whitest music ever. Men were hugging and doing all sorts of gay shit and I wasn't drinking. Steven and Stephen weren't having fun either. A white club isn't all that fun for a couple of Latinos. Although Gonzalo was enjoying himself enough, the damn guy was at it again, drinking his ass off.
Didn't seem we were there that long before the club closed down. I didn't know how to get back to the car, Gomez said he did, so we followed the drunk ass down the streets.
We pass this group of guys Gomez walks past one guy. The guy elbows Gomez, Gomez elbows back and the guy elbows him again! Gonzalo stops and almost gets into a huge fight with these group of four white boys. He shoves one and the bitch didn't do anything. Gonzalo at this point was going crazy, cause he wanted him to do something. I had to hold him back, drunks aren't too hard to keep at bay. The cops started to come since we apparently were starting a scene. We got Gomez and hauled ass. While we were walked a group of black guys (seriously like 15 of them) surrounded us. I could see that Steven was getting real scared, he was trying to walk around them, but they were everywhere. They said that they had our backs and that they were waiting for the white boys to throw a punch so they could whoop some ass. These guys were funny, they were from Mississippi. They were pretty cool, but we were all hungry and we still needed to find the car.
Driving, we had just ordered some pizza so by the time we get home we can eat. We had a strong case of the munchies. All of a sudden some car drives next to us and starts talking mad shit. They say something about wanting to fight, this got Gonzalo all excited. He wanted me to follow them wherever. We get to a red light and the white boy jumps out of his car and Gonzalo follows suit. This couldn't end up good. The guys GF jumps out of the car and gets in front of Gonzalo. The guy uses this to sucker punch Gomez. He goes over his girl and hits Gonzalo in the face. Gomez drops to the floor and then another guy comes out of the car, jumps on Gomez and starts hitting him...........
This happened so fast, I was in the driver seat. When Gomez fell, I put the car in park and fought with my seat belt for a second before I bolted out of the car. I bum rushed the skinny guy on Gomez who when I picked him up he hit me on the side of the face. I picked his ass up and threw him against his car. He tried to get around me, but he wasn't going to be able to. Stephen had also jumped out of the car and swung on one of the guys, but his girl got in the way and he hit her on accident. AGAIN the cops were coming so we got Gomez and got the hell out of there. The white boys threw their licks and hauled ass......pussies. I won't even get into how fucking stupid it was for Gonzalo to get out of the car, but yeah...he was drunk and not in the best condition to fight. His eye was bleeding, what a waste.
We get home and Gomez says he is dizzy and goes upstairs to sleep. We later find out he said he thinks he he got a concussion. It was stupid all his friends from Gville said we were pussies cause we didn't do anything.......
Oh, that;s right. if we didn't DO anything Gonzalo would have gotten a lot more fucked up then what he got. I took a fucking hit for him, plus I lost my damn earrings during the skirmish. And these assholes were calling me a Pussy? Fuck that I was looking out for my friend who was ON THE FLOOR NOT MOVING!
Saturday we couldn't go clubbing cause Gomez was feeling dizzy and his eye was all bruised up. Instead we went house party hoping where everyone babied him about his eyes. Again another un fun night. We actually went to a party where the PARENTS were there.....
this wasn't the Gville I was used to.
Sunday we just watches the game, Bucs lost, Phins lost.....Kain lost in the DL......Pats won...
all in all, this weekend fucking sucked........
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