So many things are coming up to be very much excited about.
2 days from now, I get to get these metal spikes out of my foot. I get to walk, play capoeira, play tennis, surf if it clears up and I get to finally to...
3 days from now, I get to go to my bio class the first time since the midterm in October! It's way over in another part of the college and my crutching endurance just isn't good enough for that expedition. Also, if i feel up to it, I'm gonna go hit the bars in PB or downtown.
9 days from now, I'm done with finals! No more school til January and more importantly, no more bio. I get to start fresh with a new set of classes and I'm stoked. I say this every quarter here, but winter 07 will bring about a different student.
11 days from now, paycheck and another Vegas trip, but this time with Victoria! She finally gets to go to Vegas as a legal drinker and gambler...
12-13 days from now, I might have a chance to see the Foos again at the KROQ Almost Acoustic Christmas. They won't be touring for another 2 or 3 years so i need to maximize my Foos exposure.
16 days from now, I won't have to work in this San Marcos or the San Diego office til the new year! Last day of work here in SD. I will be working in Woodland Hills, hopefully...
18 days from now, I will get smashed at the Accredited Christmas party. I get to see old co-workers and hang out and drink! Good times... maybe win another iPod.
19 days from now, "D&D's post-bachelor-and-bachelorette-party bachelor/bachelorette party". We'll see where that ends up at. Should be great times spent with people I can truly feel right calling "friends" instead of "my brother's friends."
29 days from now, Christmas! But, for some odd reason, not in New York... weird. I guess I'll have to cope with that. But, can't wait to spend a Christmas at home for a change.
34 days til D&D wedding supreme! I'm gonna look so damn pimp as best man. I'm friggin stoked. Boo yah. Those two deserve each other and I can't wait to see them get married. Love those two.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Why must people hate on America, online?(no, not the ISP)
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Monday, November 06, 2006
I think that I've got this shit down packed. For my non-existent-faithful-readers, they would know that I've been bitching about work and how boring it is. But, I've managed to keep busy, as you will soon see. I've uploaded a bunch of music on my work computer, including the new Foo Fighters Acoustic Album, Skin and Bones. Awesome.
Anywho... here is what else has kept me fairly busy. It's done in paintshop, duh, but hey, it's a good story...
Anywho... here is what else has kept me fairly busy. It's done in paintshop, duh, but hey, it's a good story...
Thursday, November 02, 2006
RB's Post-Op.
In what I now refer to as happy sleepy time, I got my shit done. Once I get a digital copy of my x-ray showing my newly screwed and aligned metatarsal, be sure it will grace this site. It looks friggin sizick. I feel like Steve Austin. Not Stonecold, but 6 million dollar guy. My leg is still numb, and I have no need for the prescribed vicoden, yet. But, I'm told I will.
Being partially crippled sucks. Being put in a bulky splint sucks. Being on crutches sucks. Everything about the post op of this surgery blows. I know it's not major surgery, but man its very irritating having to deal with this shit. I hate the fact that my leg itches in places unreachable without some make-shift-abortion style metal hanger. I feel that to reach the proverbial fetus of my itches, I need to delve deep into the even more proverbial vagina of my bulky splint so that I may perform the necessary proverbial abortion. Wow, what a metaphor, or proverb. Yes, with all those things proverbial, it must be a proverb.
I went to capoeira today. I watched Nick and Freddie do a class by themselves... no one else showed up. They were doing such cool shit. Stuff they would never show the beginners because we still need to work on our basics. It made me itch (a proverbial itch) for capoeira even more and when i could take it no longer, I left. Nick's presribed pushups, sit-ups stretches and birembau playing while I recover. I'm still gonna go to class, if only to see the crew and hang out.
None of my blogs have yet to have a central theme or message. This one does not either. I wonder if its a good or bad thing. I think its good because its a more free form style of blog, in which my actual thoughts are conveyed as closely as they are thought. But, bad because it's typically not fun to read some wierdo's free form thoughts. I hope i'm not just another weirdo.
Being partially crippled sucks. Being put in a bulky splint sucks. Being on crutches sucks. Everything about the post op of this surgery blows. I know it's not major surgery, but man its very irritating having to deal with this shit. I hate the fact that my leg itches in places unreachable without some make-shift-abortion style metal hanger. I feel that to reach the proverbial fetus of my itches, I need to delve deep into the even more proverbial vagina of my bulky splint so that I may perform the necessary proverbial abortion. Wow, what a metaphor, or proverb. Yes, with all those things proverbial, it must be a proverb.
I went to capoeira today. I watched Nick and Freddie do a class by themselves... no one else showed up. They were doing such cool shit. Stuff they would never show the beginners because we still need to work on our basics. It made me itch (a proverbial itch) for capoeira even more and when i could take it no longer, I left. Nick's presribed pushups, sit-ups stretches and birembau playing while I recover. I'm still gonna go to class, if only to see the crew and hang out.
None of my blogs have yet to have a central theme or message. This one does not either. I wonder if its a good or bad thing. I think its good because its a more free form style of blog, in which my actual thoughts are conveyed as closely as they are thought. But, bad because it's typically not fun to read some wierdo's free form thoughts. I hope i'm not just another weirdo.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
We're off to see the... Orthopedic Specialist
I've got about 1 hours and 30 minutes left before I leave work to go to my Orthopedic Specialist. I'm scared shitless. I don't want to have to go through any of this. I don't want to put on weight while I nurse my ass back to health. I don't want to have to slowly be able to walk about. I don't want to have to relearn all my Capoeira! Shit shit shit...
I have dedicated my time since January to something I truly love: Capoeira, and it's gonna be taken away from me for some time. I need to figure out a way to continue my practice of it. I know I'm still going to play with my birembau(1 stringed bow musical instument) and I know my right foot will be as strong as a fuckin ox when I recover. The crutch using is slightly building up my upper body. So maybe it won't be so bad. My left leg will be all atrophied, but I'll be ready everywhere else. Maybe I'll take this time to really work on the upper body so I can finally do those queda de rins and bananieras and au batido and all those crazy things. What makes me a little sad is that I was supposed to get my first cord (equivalent to belts in other martial arts) in December, but as a pre-req, i needed to attend several Capoeira functions. Now, I won't be able to play for months.
And surfing! Alas! I will not surf the big waves of the San Diego Winter. I was finally getting a hang of it. ehh... I guess I will look at the brighter side of things and decide that this is my chance to work on my upper body strength, also great for surfing.
anyways... why is my blog turning into my new method of bitching to the world? Next time, something positive and uplifting.
I have dedicated my time since January to something I truly love: Capoeira, and it's gonna be taken away from me for some time. I need to figure out a way to continue my practice of it. I know I'm still going to play with my birembau(1 stringed bow musical instument) and I know my right foot will be as strong as a fuckin ox when I recover. The crutch using is slightly building up my upper body. So maybe it won't be so bad. My left leg will be all atrophied, but I'll be ready everywhere else. Maybe I'll take this time to really work on the upper body so I can finally do those queda de rins and bananieras and au batido and all those crazy things. What makes me a little sad is that I was supposed to get my first cord (equivalent to belts in other martial arts) in December, but as a pre-req, i needed to attend several Capoeira functions. Now, I won't be able to play for months.
And surfing! Alas! I will not surf the big waves of the San Diego Winter. I was finally getting a hang of it. ehh... I guess I will look at the brighter side of things and decide that this is my chance to work on my upper body strength, also great for surfing.
anyways... why is my blog turning into my new method of bitching to the world? Next time, something positive and uplifting.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
the 5th MetaTarsal...
I am not in San Marcos today. I should be at school, but do to some medical condition, I am home blogging on my old laptop whose mouse doesn't work. I'm sick of pressing the tab button over and over again.
Anyways, I cracked my 5th metatarsal. That's the pinky toe. It's cracked a little further down from the connection to the rest of the foot. I'm going to see an orthopedic specialist tomorrow. They will try to see if they can put it in an immobilizing cast. Otherwise, this doctor said I'd have to get some surgery and get a screw in there.
My dumbass is feeling real stupid right now. I am, as they say, an R-tard(pronounced arr-tard). If you must wonder how this has happened, all one of you reading... haha... victoria (pointless cuz she was there)... anyways... it happened in San Clemente. Me and Victoria were there for happy hour at the Fisherman's restaurant, our weekly get together. After, to sober up a little and to make the night last a lil longer, we went to these swings on the beach. We swing. I totally own her in swinging. I was reaching zero G mid swing. It was awesome. Then, I get the brilliant idea: stand up! I used to do this as a kid. I swing while I'm standing and I realize how bad an idea it was so I jump off. Mid jump, I trip a little and when I land, I land on the outside of my left ankle. I fall and hear a pop from my ankle. Viola! Fractured 5th metatarsal.
After a visit to the health and wellness center, receiving crutches and an appointment for tomorrow, I'm going to just relax for the rest of this ruined Halloween.
Anyways, I cracked my 5th metatarsal. That's the pinky toe. It's cracked a little further down from the connection to the rest of the foot. I'm going to see an orthopedic specialist tomorrow. They will try to see if they can put it in an immobilizing cast. Otherwise, this doctor said I'd have to get some surgery and get a screw in there.
My dumbass is feeling real stupid right now. I am, as they say, an R-tard(pronounced arr-tard). If you must wonder how this has happened, all one of you reading... haha... victoria (pointless cuz she was there)... anyways... it happened in San Clemente. Me and Victoria were there for happy hour at the Fisherman's restaurant, our weekly get together. After, to sober up a little and to make the night last a lil longer, we went to these swings on the beach. We swing. I totally own her in swinging. I was reaching zero G mid swing. It was awesome. Then, I get the brilliant idea: stand up! I used to do this as a kid. I swing while I'm standing and I realize how bad an idea it was so I jump off. Mid jump, I trip a little and when I land, I land on the outside of my left ankle. I fall and hear a pop from my ankle. Viola! Fractured 5th metatarsal.
After a visit to the health and wellness center, receiving crutches and an appointment for tomorrow, I'm going to just relax for the rest of this ruined Halloween.
Monday, October 30, 2006
My Second Blog, better than the first?/High School Friends
So it's been about 15 minutes since my first posting. I have updated my profile and am still about 100 minutes from getting out of here. I do have some work to finish before I leave, but it's only going to take me about 15 minutes to get it done. I know I could take my sweet time with that 15 minutes worth of work, but my astounding work ethic requires that when I work, it's %100. With all this downtime of doing %00 work, it averages out to about %1 altogether.
I do have a topic to discuss with myself and whatever sad soul runs across this blog. Lemme tell you, only thing sadder than a blogger who blogs because of pure boredom, is the blog reader of said blogger... but I digress as I often do and will do.
This weekend, I meet up with friends from high school. Since I came down to UCSD, even a year or two before, my contact with high school friends went down to absolute zero. I used to blame them entirely but, although some people do deserve that blame (and they know who they are...) I realized how inaccessible I have become as well. I've been either working full-time, in school full time or some sick mixture of both. A couple weeks, I swore off high school friends for good, but now I think I've changed my mind for at least a few exceptions. Some of those numb-skulls are still worth it.
Still, as far as the friendships where the other party takes full blame, I am sad just because I put so much of myself out there. I risked being and ended up becoming the losery friend who always emails or calls or tries to contact despite the constant rejection. My consolation is that I know and they know I tried. If any of you douche-bags are reading this, I will not reach out anymore, but know that if you ever need me, I'll be there if you ask, just 'cause we were close at some point in time. Friendship will always override their own douche-bag-ery. Not that any of you will read this, 'cause your a bunch of douche-bags! Ha ha. That felt real good to get out.
I do have a topic to discuss with myself and whatever sad soul runs across this blog. Lemme tell you, only thing sadder than a blogger who blogs because of pure boredom, is the blog reader of said blogger... but I digress as I often do and will do.
This weekend, I meet up with friends from high school. Since I came down to UCSD, even a year or two before, my contact with high school friends went down to absolute zero. I used to blame them entirely but, although some people do deserve that blame (and they know who they are...) I realized how inaccessible I have become as well. I've been either working full-time, in school full time or some sick mixture of both. A couple weeks, I swore off high school friends for good, but now I think I've changed my mind for at least a few exceptions. Some of those numb-skulls are still worth it.
Still, as far as the friendships where the other party takes full blame, I am sad just because I put so much of myself out there. I risked being and ended up becoming the losery friend who always emails or calls or tries to contact despite the constant rejection. My consolation is that I know and they know I tried. If any of you douche-bags are reading this, I will not reach out anymore, but know that if you ever need me, I'll be there if you ask, just 'cause we were close at some point in time. Friendship will always override their own douche-bag-ery. Not that any of you will read this, 'cause your a bunch of douche-bags! Ha ha. That felt real good to get out.
My First Blog
So, I first have to apologize to anyone and everyone I've ever known who has a blog. I have secretly made fun of them, thinking, sweet mercy, why don't you do something better with your time. Not so sure about their motivations, I have come upon a job so mind-numbing and boring that I have gone against my antiblog-ness just for the sake of my sanity and overall personal wellness.
Some back story. This is my second year at UCSD. Financial aid blows the big one this year, and it has forced me to seek out work, and not just some 12 hour/week on campus deal. I rearranged my schedule so that Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are committed to work. After a long search of 3 weeks and being near the border of becoming a derelict, I got a job with the company I've worked for since 2004. Great pay for a college job, no supervision, 24 hours a week... it all sounds so awesome. And, trust me, for a regular person, it probably would be. But, I'm a real weirdo.
Today is my first day. I have 2 hours left, and i just want to scream. I am alone in the office, and the day has gone by so slow. I have not had a real conversation with anyone since yesterday and frankly, I'm sick of the songs I've been hearing over and over again (except for the version of My Hero from the upcoming Foo Fighters live disc, Skin and Bones). For some reason, today is the day where I don't have a hundred e-mails to go through and for some reason, I have nothing to study for school.
For most people, this is the perfect opportunity to just chill and relax, but not me. No boss hassling you, great pay, and time to study if needed... why can't I just like it? My mind is a wondrous thing that travels at lightning speed. It gets bored easily and when it does, it doesn't know how to calm down. And when I don't calm down, time slows down to a crawl. It's only been five minutes since I started this blog. At this rate, I think I should start a novel.
So where people have set schedule for when they blog, mine goes by the rhythm of my mind. If i am too on edge, I will blog. If i need to get some thoughts out and feel like I'm conversing with people, I will blog. If the silence and lack of work are overwhelming, I will blog. Anytime I am in this San Marcos office, i will blog. Sweet mercy, i will blog.
Some back story. This is my second year at UCSD. Financial aid blows the big one this year, and it has forced me to seek out work, and not just some 12 hour/week on campus deal. I rearranged my schedule so that Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are committed to work. After a long search of 3 weeks and being near the border of becoming a derelict, I got a job with the company I've worked for since 2004. Great pay for a college job, no supervision, 24 hours a week... it all sounds so awesome. And, trust me, for a regular person, it probably would be. But, I'm a real weirdo.
Today is my first day. I have 2 hours left, and i just want to scream. I am alone in the office, and the day has gone by so slow. I have not had a real conversation with anyone since yesterday and frankly, I'm sick of the songs I've been hearing over and over again (except for the version of My Hero from the upcoming Foo Fighters live disc, Skin and Bones). For some reason, today is the day where I don't have a hundred e-mails to go through and for some reason, I have nothing to study for school.
For most people, this is the perfect opportunity to just chill and relax, but not me. No boss hassling you, great pay, and time to study if needed... why can't I just like it? My mind is a wondrous thing that travels at lightning speed. It gets bored easily and when it does, it doesn't know how to calm down. And when I don't calm down, time slows down to a crawl. It's only been five minutes since I started this blog. At this rate, I think I should start a novel.
So where people have set schedule for when they blog, mine goes by the rhythm of my mind. If i am too on edge, I will blog. If i need to get some thoughts out and feel like I'm conversing with people, I will blog. If the silence and lack of work are overwhelming, I will blog. Anytime I am in this San Marcos office, i will blog. Sweet mercy, i will blog.
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