Food and conversation, or not

I know I've mentioned before that I am not a people person. Well, that's not entirely true. I like people, I just don't like strangers too much. I was thinking about this earlier. I know I keep trying to figure out why. I've had theories in the past, but this is my latest theory. It something to do with my parents, IT ALWAYS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY PARENTS.

So, my latest theory goes back to the 80's. There was the TV movie Adam. This was about the abduction of John Walsh's son and how they found him dead. My parents wanted to make sure that I did not follow this same pattern, so they had me watch the movie. It freaked me out. Then to top it all off, they would reinforce this idea that I could be taken at any moment. Their lesson, "Never, ever, talk to strangers".

Well, I guess it worked. I was never abducted. I also am pretty fucked up around strangers, but not abducted.

So, that is my latest theory. I have come to realize that my latest phone allows me the convenience to ignore strangers even more than before. I was ordering food this evening and while waiting for my order, I pull out my phone. There were these women sitting in the next table, and I could hear them clear as day. Hell they were only two feet away from me.

Woman1: "What is that he is looking at?"
Woman2; "I don't know. I think it's his phone."
Woman1: "Looks strange for a phone."
Woman2: "He just keeps looking at it."

All the while I sit there and ignore them. Do to do... I don't hear you. I am just going to sit here and stare straight ahead at my phone. Awkward...

Obviously they have not seen an iPhone before. I could have easily looked at them and strike up a conversation to show them my phone. Hell, most people love to show off their iPhone. I didn't.

My little buzzer thing goes off and go pick up my food and leave. I am so fucked up around strangers.

Smooth yet minty

I'm going to let you in on a little secret.

Never, ever... and I mean ever, drink two bottles of wine and then brush your teeth. EVER.

Sure fire way to puke. Yep, sure fire way to puke. No doubt about it.

Okay, maybe not sure fire. I haven't thrown up yet, but feeling awful close.

That's all I have to say about that.

I didn't know it could go inside out

I give up. Every time I try to do this stupid six in six, my attempt is a failure. I guess you just can't force anything. I guess my first girlfriend was right, you just can't force it in. Ha ha ha, just kidding... sorta.

It has been one hell of a week and it's only Wednesday. This sucks. Yesterday was a day from hell and I have a feeling today will be about the same. I wake up late this morning and rush to the shower. As I step into the shower, I scream like a little girl. The water was ice cold. Not sorta cold, not kinda cold, but nut shrunk, mister winky shrinky, nipples poke out an eye cold.

Fuck. I was already late, so I had to suck it up and take a quick ass shower. Then I realized I was supposed to work on a server this morning, so here I am performing my work from home for now until this damn server reboots.

Kids... This is what is called foreshadowing. Today was NOT a good day, Mr. Ice Cube.

Okay, the server is back up now so I guess this ends my post. Hopefully there will be another one today, but I doubt it.

All beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles...

I read a survey that showed the twenty most obese cities in the US. Surprisingly, Houston was not in the top 20. What surprised me even more was that San Diego was in the top twenty.

Hah, take that self righteous people!

Sorry, have issues with that one. Okay, back on track. So, it goes on to say that the leading cause of the obesity numbers is directly related to the poverty level of the cities and the amount of fast food they consume. We all know it is cheaper now to eat crap from a fast food place than it is to make it yourself (for the most part).

So why is San Diego on there. Because of the vast number of Hispanics that live in the city and that love to eat fried foods. I have to admit, my people love to eat fried foods. We bread and fry grease and call them crispy treats.

I digress, again. So I continued reading and found out that these people that they call obese have correlated the amount of times they go out to eat fast food to the obesity. They go out to eat on average 20 days a month for fast food. Now they didn't mention what constituted these meals. Where they lunches or dinners or both. I'm not sure. But you know what I do know?

I eat out EVERY DAY. Not just 20 days a month, but EVERY DAY. And not just lunches. Dinners, lunches, breakfastessess. ALL THE TIME.

Yep, that's right. I'm fatty Mcfat Fat. Why do I eat out so much? I'm not 100% sure, but I think it has something to do with laziness and being FAT. It's a vicious cycle.

So what am I going to do about it? I don't know. I think I'll grab a Kolache and think about it.

Time to stretch

Have you ever sat in a chair for so long that your butt bone starts to hurt?

I'm just saying...

Failure to Launch

And I was doing so good. Yesterday through everything off and today was hectic as hell. I will be gone all day tomorrow, so I don't see my six in six completing anytime soon.

I'm going to imagine all of this never happened. Just close my eyes... and blink real hard. Then it will all just disappear. BLINK. Nope, I got nothing.

So, I think on Sunday I will try the six in six again. I know I can do this, I just have to try a little harder.

Today was a good day

Woohoo, first post of the day. I don't know why, but I was able to naturally get up early today. I was before daybreak. I hope this is a sign of a good day.

You know what I hate? Lazy people. People who do a half ass job at everything they do in life. Do you know anyone like this? I know several people like this and it drives me crazy. I think some of that insanity stems from the fact that I want to change them SO BAD. I want them to be a better person. Those last two statements were wrong on so many levels.

Who am I to determine a better person from a lesser person? I am not perfect. In fact, I am far from perfect, but don't tell my head this. Anyway, enough of the soul searching for now because I want this to remain a good day. I keep hearing the Ice Cube song in my head as I type this.

Tell me it ain't so

So I was able to pull it off today. This is my last post of the night. And what have I been contemplating the last couple of hours? Whether I need to upgrade my iPhone to the latest version. I decided to hack my iPhone a week ago and love the hacked version. The only downside is that it is more unstable now. So I want to restore it back to the original version.

There is this nice little button in iTunes called "Restore" that will take your iPhone and put it back to factory mode. Well, I hit that button and it wants to update my phone to the latest version.

The catch, there are issues with the latest version and the hacked iPhone. Duh! It's the whole chicken and egg thing. Only this chicken can permanently break the phone.

Decisions, Decisions...

Cool like that

I have this secret desire to wear hats. I want to be a hat guy so bad. Not a cap guy, but a fedora hat type of guy. I have to admit this... everytime I see one in the store, I try it on. And everytime I look at myself in the mirror, I just shake my head. Does that stop me from trying again, nope.

I keep looking for the perfect fishing hat as well. I keep trying on big brimmed hats to protect me from the sun when I go fishing. I look goofy as hell, but I keep on trying.

Ballcaps are no problem for me. Of course, it's kinda hard to look bad in a ball cap.

I have tried beanie type of hats during the winter. Some are kinda decent on me, but not all of them.

My ultimate goal is to look good in a fedora. Or maybe I just want to be like Indiana Jones. Either way, I think I would look cool.

Fashion sense

What is the weirdest outfit you have ever worn in public? Not halloween, but a normal everyday outfit. Mine... Blue jeans, tank top, and a trench coat. In the middle of May... in Houston. It was hot as hell, but I had to wear the jacket all day long.

I have washed my own laundry since the sixth grade. My parent's instilled the need of self care since I was very young. They had me washing my own clothes and ironing my own clothes at a young age. I don't know if it was to help me prepare for the future or if it was their laziness, but either way I had to do it. My concept of "laundry day" was whenever I ran out of clean underwear. In fact, that is still my concept of laundry day.

Anyway, as you may guess, I ran out of clean clothes and I had to go to school. All I had were some dirty jeans and a tank top. I couldn't wear a tank top in school, so I had to wear a jacket on top of it all day long. Of all the jackets, the trench coat made me look the least idiotic. Well, that was my thought at the time. I think whatever jacket I used would have made me look stupid.

Of course now the whole "trench coat" thing has a different meaning in high schools.

I like my drinks to glow

Do you want to know a really good drink? Vodka and Energy drink. That's it. Really simple, and really smooth.

I have been drinking this drink for the last eight years. My family lived in Brazil at the time and I went out to a club while I was there. The clubs there don't open until midnight and last until the morning. How do they stay awake and party the whole time? Vodka and energy drinks.

I brought back this drink style when I returned to the states. Now the drink is in style. That's all right. I'm still loving my all night party drink.

Whoosh goes the neon

Yep, just now getting my second entry in for the day. This is going to be hard as hell. I have faith in myself. Let's see, what else is there to know about me.

I once snorted a line of coke off a hooker's breast.

Okay, I made that all up, but wouldn't it be cool if I had a story like that? At least had a story like that that I was willing to SHARE. I don't know, I think I have had a pretty boring life to tell you the truth. I used to go to rave parties in a past life. Yep, that was when the downtown district was not all redone. There is a warehouse area across from what is now Minute Maid Park that used to house rave parties. I was one of those people bouncing around with my neon and drinking all kinds of shit.

I think that is why I still have a small place in my heart for dance music. Brings back the memories. In fact, I'm listening to some right now. If you have iTunes, go to the Internet Radio section. Select "Dance" music and listen to the "Party 93.5" Channel. Some good grooves right there, yes sir.

Weak sauce

Sooo... how ya doin?

Me, I'm doing OK, I guess. A little tired. A little lazy. A whole lotta wornout. Yep, that's about it.

I've been trying to post something to this site for the last four days. I have the screen open. I start to think about what to type and then I don't type anything. Very, very strange. I can usually think of something to put down. Anything. Not the past few days. It's been a week since my last post and that one was rather weak. So to make up for the rather poor performance in blogging, I will make it up to the two people reading this site.

I will try to post six new entries for the next six days. And not some bullshit weak sauce entries. No, they will be glorified tell all "True Hollywood Story" type entries. At least I will try. I want to see if I can actually pull this off. It's not to say that I will not post some quote or song, but they will not count toward my six entries.

So what happened to my last wild hair up my ass project (Lose 21 pounds in 21 days)? Yeah, totally failed. Oh the horrors...
I went so far opposite, that I think I gained 21 pounds in 21 days. I must be dyslexic. I guess all the drinking and late night bingeing didn't help either. The worst part... I entered a contest at work for the biggest loser. I paid freakin $50 to enter the contest to see who could lose the most weight. I guess, I'm the biggest loser after all. Oh snap, the irony in that one is off the charts.

Anyway, this will count as my first post. One down, five to go.

Quote of the Day

"Depression is just rage turned inward."

I couldn't put it better myself.

Sink or swim

Do you know anyone that has not followed the conventional way of life and somehow has a better "life" than you do? Well, better is a very relative term. I have a friend that has not worked a conventional day job since he left high school. He has jumped around from career to career, but he has owned his own company the whole time. I have seen him close down so many companies and start up a company in a different field. How the hell does he do it?

I was talking to him last night about it and I mentioned the famous line, "You can't have big rewards without big risks". He smirked, but told me the truth. He has had the big rewards, but he has also had the big failures. He is the type of person that does not show this side very often. It also may have been the rum and beer talking, but he showed his other side last night. The failures are tough. Not slightly tough, but extremely tough. I guess I always avoid the other half of that equation. Big risks can also lead to big losses.

I'm gonna let you in on his secret. It's really all in the person's general attitude. He has the type of personality that doesn't quit. No matter what, he just keeps pushing forward. This is his secret to his success. Do I have this type of personality? I don't know for sure, but I know I don't like losing at anything. It only makes me more determine to succeed.

After talking to him, I realized the hardest part of it all is just letting go. The first step is always the hardest. If I want the big rewards in life, then I need to just jump into the deep end and not slowly walk into the deep end. There are two type of people in this world, sinkers and swimmers. I like to think that I'm a swimmer, but we will find out for sure within the next few years.