I only like money and Tangerines!!!!

I've started watching One Piece because my favorite anime and manga Naruto, hasn't been updated in about three weeks. I don't mind the lack of updates though, since the delay is due to the terrible Tsunamis and earthquakes that have been plaguing the nation of Japan. Masashi Kishimoto (Creator of Naruto Series) is probably too preoccupied with the troubles his country is going through at the moment to want to spend his time drawing manga. My heart goes out to everyone in need over there. 
Now back to One Piece.
I don't know why I'm still watching it, maybe because I can't say no to a decent storyline. 
But the animation is that annoying kind. And they use annoying voices.
But I'm still watching it.
LUFFY SOUNDS LIKE GOHAN FROM DRAGONBALL Z!
*GASP*
Okay now I'm over it.


So last night I went to I-Hop with my friend *Stephen and his older brother *Matthew.
Stephen owed me I-Hop for leaving me at the train station one day, so he finally paid his debt by getting me my IHop favorite, french toast.
Anyways, his older brother is in med school and is leaving forrrrrrr Baltimore? (I think) Some city that starts with a B. Whatevs.


Now when we were placing our orders, our waiter, a youngish guy, he asked if we'd like separate checks, and I told Stephen he should pay for his older brother since Matthew is leaving soon. The waiter perked up and asked "Oh where are you going?"
"Baltimore"
"Oh really?!"


And the word vomit commenced. 
It was beautiful, I wish I carried a tape recorder around with me, for occasions just like this, because the guy just said soooo much, I can only remember bits of it.
Waiter- "Oh I have family in Baltimore, and whatever you don don't go into West Baltimore"
Matt- "Oh really? Why not?"
Waiter- " Because people walk down the streets with AK47s there. My grandpa drove me there once, shoved a pistol in my hands and told me to get out of the car and walk a block. I didn't even make it far before I was hiding in an alley while a gun fight happened just up the street."




-STORY INTERRUPTION! 
JUST saw a Big Mac commercial on Hulu
I WANT IT SUPERBAD!
-OK NOW IT'S OVER


Matt- "Oh. Why did he do that?"
Waiter- "I dunno, to toughen me up I guess. My grandpa was in the first wave attack in World War 2 on this island that was full of tunnels and japanese soldiers. Yeah, he had to get past machine gun fire on the beaches and look out for mines. He probably was like 'These kids don't know what they're doing' in Baltimore. Yeah I almost joined the marines, but with this war going on , I was like, No Way! Because in the war now you don't know who you're fighting, like, anyone could be an enemy, or it's landmines on the roads and I mean come ON! How do you fight those?! A land mine? You can't fight that. It's because there's no honor in fighting, people these days have no fighting honor,they just like to be tricky and blow things up."


-Now I have no idea how Matt kept his face so serious during this entire tirade. I had to turn away and cover my face with my hands and hair to keep the waiter from noticing I was about to bust out laughing in his face. Stephen kept a pretty decent poker face too, so maybe I'm just inappropriate or immature, but OH MY GOD HE WOULDN'T STOP! Mind you, we hadn't even placed our orders yet, but he was still going on and on and on. 
He must've been dying to talk to someone all day or must not get enough attention at home because it was endless. He said a lot more, but it's aall him just going on about his psycho grandfather and honor in battle and that sort of nonsense.


Eventually we got to order and the moment he left we all had a little laugh over this ridiculous guy. 
We got our food stuffs eventually, and stuffed face. It was awesome.
At some point the waiter started rambling about something else, but I don't really remember most of it.
Something about radiation getting to Florida and contaminating the entire Northern Hemisphere, and how soon we should all be wearing gas masks, and that they're like $60 bucks at the army surplus, and how the guy in the kitchen is laughing at him, but how he'll be the one laughing when he has a gas mask and the other guy is irradiated.
Some crazy shit like that XD.


Anyways, during our little adventure we also watch my favorite music video. The song is quite catchy, and the video is bizzare, but once you've seen the whole video once, you'll love it forever.

You should all check it out, and leave me a comment on what'cha think of it. :)

The Legend of Zelda and Chef Boyardee

Isn't college great?

It's the end of a long hard day of traveling back to Boca Raton from Tampa Bay, and I just wanna wind down.

What could be more calming than trying to beat your own personal record on your favorite video game?

The Legend of Zelda; Twilight Princess, on the Wii is such a fun game. I just restarted my game, intent of finishing the entire game in less 74 hours and 12 minutes. That has been my goal for the past year. Usually, when I started to get to about 64 hours of gameplay, I've let my little brother do his favorite dungeon, the Ice mansion one. Problem is, is that he's always added about 10 hours to my time, thusly obliterating my chances of completing the following 3 or 4 dungeons in less than 4 hours without cheating by using walkthroughs.

What's the fun in a game when you're following instructions off a laptop? No thanks, I'll beat the record my own way. Which entails saving at the beginning of a dungeon and if I get lost, just wander around, figure it out, then turn the Wii off and then back on and Zooming through it.

And  no, that's not the same as using a walkthrough. Wanna know why? Because I'm doing it myself, AND I gotta memorize it, not just pause and read up, step-by-step.

It's dark out, and I'm pretty hungry, but my hair is undone and I'm already in my pajamas. What's a gamer to do for food in times of need?

Why turn to my personal stash of cup ramen and other snacks of course. 

Looking through my snack cabinet however, I realize that my resources are seriously depleted. I've got 3 cup ramens left, a pack of fruit cup snacks, 3 trail mix bars left, a pack of saltine crackers, and a bag of mini wheats cereal. Normally, the cereal would be the best option whilst gaming, but I have no milk at the moment, and have no desire to find pants and money to go and get some. At the back of the cabinet though, almost completely obscured by the trail mix bars and saltines I found my savior.

A can of chef Boyardee, from an age long since past.

The Snack Gods have smiled down upon me. 

Now to end this dungeon in 45 motherfucking minutes or less.

I'm ready for my next challenge college, what'll you throw at me next?

SEX!

Hah, no, I don't feel like preaching about the dangers of sex anymore. The purpose of sex is to make babies, yeah it feels good but the risks are too high, there are stank diseases you can get, if you have sex while in highschool, or before highschool, you're fucking dumb, and more than likely being taken advantage of. Boom.
My anti-sex speech compressed into a few sentences. I only want to warn you guys of ONE THING!
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Mouth herpes.

Probably the most contagious, STANK, nasty thing ever.
If you see a girl or guy you think is cute, just watch them for at least 1 month. If they have anything going on around the mouth area, like "cold sores", that's mouth herpes. If you see that stuff, get over your affection for then and whatever you do DON'T kiss them.
You'll get mouth herpes from them.
And you'll give it to everyone that you kiss after that.
Your mom,
your dad,
your brothers,
your sisters,
your cousins,
your grandparents,
your aunts and uncles,
your next boyfriend/girlfriend,

you could infect your entire family with whoremouth, forever ruining pictures with your nasty cold sores.
And they could spread it to their friends and family as well.
You see cold sores on someone's mouth, just don't kiss them, or share drinks, or touch their face, or let them touch yours.

It's just gross.

Rango -Spirit of the West

So this past weekend I came home from the university, determined to take my younger brother to go see Paul with me. After letting him know I was taking him to the movies, he asked if he could invite his friends. I looked around, and only saw 3 other kids, all of whom I know, and I figured, sure why not? It's only 3.
When I walked out to the toyota a few minutes later, their numbers had multiplied to 7. The back seat had 4  sitting in it, and there were 3 sitting in the truck. And they were all being loud and obnoxious. I felt like an underpaid babysitter by the time we arrived at the theatre.

When I got to the ticket window, I did a quick head count again, and asked for 8 tickets to Paul, at which point the ticket woman told me it was rated R, and kids under 17 needed permission from their parent or legal guardian. I was stuck at the theatre with a crowd of rowdy 10-15 year olds, and for some reason, one 7 year old, and I couldn't even go to see the movie I was willing to pay money for. When we learned that we couldn't see Paul, one of the more annoying girls in the groups screamed that she wanted to see Gnomeo and Juliet. I told her I'd rather eat dog crap than see anything with singing in it, so I settled for Rango.

Now I'm not particularly fond of lizards, but I've gotta admit, Rango is the one exception to my fear of them. Johnny Depp is probably the only actor I could ever imagine that could pull of a western lizard actor so stunningly. The entire audience was cracking up within the first minutes. I myself was in tears because I was laughing so hard. The plot is easy to follow, full of humor and yet still captivating. I've discovered a new villain that I absolutely adore, Rattlesnake Jake is probably the coolest animated character I've seen in a while.

All in all, after all the hardship that my little movie crew put me through, throwing popcorn at people, taking pictures with the flash on JUST as the movie starts(Sean), and whispering the entire time, I thouroughly enjoyed Rango, which was a super surprise to me.
Everyone should go out and see it. I promise you'll enjoy every minute.

Broke in College

So it turns out that the stereotypical broke college student is actually really common and easy to become. I now know what it's like to live on cup ramen and tap water. How did I fall into they typical college financial distress? I wasted my money the first semester on fripperies that's how.
I'd never gone out to a club before, but when I started my college education, it seemed to be what everyone was doing.
The first nights at the dorms I stayed in, uncomfortable with the thought of going out with complete strangers in an unfamiliar area. The same can't be said for nearly every last person in my building. At night I'd watch parades of girls in short dresses and high heels prance past my window as they headed for their cars and fun nights out on the town. My 3 suitemates were no exception. My roommate would assault me with nonstop questions about how she looked, what her hair looked like, how she should do her makeup, what shoes went with which dress, it was a nightmare for me. I also began feeling a tad bit inferior, with my one nice party dress and 2 pairs of high heels. After a few days observing the proper attire, I took the next chance I could to go to the mall to stock up on more "adult" clothing. I made the mistake of going with my roommate, who was a well kept, high maintenance, party bimbo with money from daddy and from her job working at Guess. Which is where she bought nearly all her clothes.
Anyways, going to the mall was a mistake because the mall  in Boca is mad expensive. I bought new heels, dresses, jewelry, and other female nonsense. Annndddd then I was broke.
I wish I had wasted that money on food.


I don't even wear those dresses now.


Word of advice to all the girls heading to college, don't go shopping with your new college friend who had to bring an extra clothing rack just for party dresses and has over thirty pairs of designer heels. She's not a smart shopper, and she will rub off on you.

Peeling Potatoes and Fingertips

Well this title comes from something that happened a few minutes ago. I was peeling potatoes for a salad and I dunno what I did wrong, but I ended up nearly peeling my fingertip off completely. The moment it happened, I had a crazy flashback to my childhood when my grandmother told me to never peel anything towards myself, because I would cut myself.
Guess which way I was peeling? The ONE time I don't follow the rules laid down in my youth, I did the exact thing he rule warned against.
My grandma's a wise old woman.
She might just be a jedi.

Now today, I took my younger cousins out grocery shopping today, along with my brothers. As soon as we get to Target, my brothers and younger cousin immediately went over to the little snack area and I got stuck with doing the actual grocery shopping with my other cousin. It was all fun and games until some dude came up to me and started flirting. I was insulted when he presumed to ask how old my daughter was. Just because a woman is out grocery shopping with a toddler, doesn't necessarily mean the toddler is hers. The trend of teen moms is still pretty high, but it doesn't apply to everyone people. Do I seriously look like I've had a child? That makes me feel like I need to lose the extra baby weight -which I don't have!
I'm going to scarf my favorite chocolate fudge 3-layer cake now to make me feel better.




On another note, last night I had a dream.
I had a dream that I was shooting an epic action video for youtube with my favorite youtube guy, Freddie Wong. 
I freaking love this guy.   First video of his I ever saw was Flower Warfare, and I've followed his work ever since. His awesome editing and effects got me interested in learning photoshop and editing and such. Once I become fairly knowledgable about editing and cutting film together, I plan on filming my own youtube action videos.


Everyone should follow this guy on youtube, seriously, his stuff's great.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=031Dshcnso4

CVS Adventure

Just a few days ago at FAU I decided to accompany a friend to the gym and try to do as much as she did. We'll call her *Sam. 
Now you know how gyms are full of TV's so people can try to forget that they're working out as they work out, our gym is no exception. All the treadmills and elliptical machines have little TVS that you can plug headphones into to listen as you march away. I found a movie playing on my little TV, Failure to Launch, I think, and ended up spending an entire hour watching it as I worked out. 
Near the end of my hour of cardio, a commercial came on that spelled doom for my workout. It was a Mc'Donalds commercial, where they showed me the most glorious perfect looking Big Mac. 


I knew I had to have it.


By the end of our workout session, we were both starving. Sam suggested we go to the nearby CVS to get some fruit, since the school cafeteria's closed by 10pm. As we pulled off campus, we started talking about nudists. From the topic of nudists, we somehow got to talking about ice cream. Don't ask me how I can't figure it out either. Anyhow, talking about ice cream made us crave it, and being friends, we naturally tend to make bad decisions when we're with each other. 


Our innocent fruit run had become a Baskin Robin run. We wanted ice cream so bad. As we drove Boca looking for some sort of ice cream parlor, I saw a billboard for, you guessed it, Mc'Donalds.


I nearly screamed that we should go to Mc'Donald's instead. Sam agreed reluctantly at first, but really got into it when I said there was $1 ice cream cones. She wanted a mc'flurry. So we cruised around some more, determined to find a Micky-D's and ended up in Deerfield Beach before we found one.
I convinced Sam to try a Big Mac, so we order 2 big macs, a medium fries, a milk shake and an ice cream cone.


When we got up to the window, Sam's eyes nearly bugged out when she saw the ice cream. You know how Mickey-D's does it. A foot tall tower of ice-cream balanced perfectly in a swirl. After we got the rest of our order, we pulled into the parking lot to chow down. A little confusion over who's big mac was who's, since mine was without onions but we were starved. I looked at the big mac in my hand and it was just as mouthwateringly good looking as the one in the commercial. After 2 bites though, I realized it was the one with onion and Sam had the one without. XD


We switched sandwiches and chowed down like there was no tomorrow, knowingly undoing all our hard work at the gym, but it was worth it.  


After our Mc'Donalds fiasco, we pulled up to a gas station and bought a cig from the little window. Spent the next 20 minutes looking sketch smoking in a car in a dark parking lot. I tried to relearn how to blow smoke rings, while Sam showed off her mad skills. 


All in all, it was a good night.
I want another Big Mac.










*In my blog, all names of people I interact with might be changed*

Covering the Bases

I'm a first year college student, though my first year is over in about 5 weeks. I'd like to tell people all about my experiences I've had this first year of living on my own, a long way from home. I'd also like to share my opinions about everything, tell people all about me and my life, and earn some cash for an important surgery for me, a real car, and help support my addiction to expensive coffee.

Now before you start getting all worried and freaked out like I'm sick or something, don't worry. I'm blessed with a perfectly healthy body. (I might be a few pounds heavier than I'd like but whatever right?)
My only difficulty is my eyesight. I currently have 20/600 vision. That's considered legally blind without glasses or contacts, which I've relied on my whole life in order to see the world around me.
It's really frustrating when you can't see your own face in a mirror a foot away from you. Or see signs on the sides of the road or people and animals.

When I was a youngling I wore really thick glasses and was made fun of horribly. When I finally switched to contacts, I realized I was the most epic person I'd ever know. But still at the end of the day, every day, I go to the bathroom and take my contacts off. And can't see who I am in the mirror.

Now that I think about it,
I've never seem my own face with my own eyes.
So that's why I'm saving up for laser eye surgery. I'll finally get to see the world through my own eyes, not through a glass or plastic filter.
I'm going to get the all laser surgery, because I once made the mistake of youtube-ing the procedure where they use this sinister, can-opener looking device on your eye. Baaaad idea. Scared me right out of getting the cheaper surgery. XD


Oh yeah, and now that I've peaked your interest, take my advice, do NOT look up that video XD It'll scar you for life. I'm pretty sure it'll give you nightmares too.

Soo....Blogging...

I finally decided it was time to go with the flow and join the internet craze of blogging. Turns out you can get money because people enjoy hearing what others have to say about stuff.

That makes this seem kinda nice, I mean, absolute strangers tuning in to read about what other people's lives are like, or what their beliefs and experiences are? Sounds like a good step forward for humanity in my opinion!

Well here I'll be glad to inform on my life and all the interesting things I experience during my first year of college and beyond.