Thanks F.M.

I don't know how I do it. I don't know what in the world I do sometimes. Maybe some people have it out for me. Maybe not. It's hard to concentrate on one single thing right now. My mind is a jumbled mess of thoughts. What should I think? But wait. I'm sure somebody will read this and somehow I'll get into some sort of quandry. That's what I get for putting MY THOUGHTS on here. Well, I suppose I'll be a little more careful.

Weird. I'm actually looking forward to working tomorrow. Even though I have but a few days left. Get my mind off of things. I need that.

I wish God would reveal His plans to us sometimes. Why things go the way they go. He could show up and say, "Hey, this is what I meant by all of this. Oh, and tomorrow you will go through this because....". Wouldn't that be easier? But it doesn't happen that way, does it? Nope. I know it's that way for a reason. I just haven't fully grasped it yet.

Rough day today. I had to go for a walk and listen to music and leave everything behind. That's one really good thing about living in the country. I can go out for a walk on a county road for an hour or so and I don't really have to worry about somebody driving by interrupting me. Not many houses nearby. That's good as well. I walked for a while. Listened to F.M. (Freddie M.). Laugh at me. I don't care. I really don't. Sometimes he's my only friend. When times are rough, sometimes I don't know who to go to. I like to stay in my corner of the universe sometimes. I never know if I can trust somebody when I talk to them. I know how it is around this place. Don't deny it. That's why I turn to music so many times. Music doesn't judge you. Doesn't make fun of you. Doesn't hurt you. Doesn't talk back. It's always there when you need it. Sometimes it can give you just what you need... a friend.

I just want to scream until I cannot scream any longer. Clench my fist and hit the wall.

How should I act now? I am who I am. Shouldn't that be alright?

Lord, help me. I need you.
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Hey, messenger boy. Thanks a lot. I appreciate all of your help. Maybe I'll call you when I need something. Don't wait up.

Another look into the future 2

In the year 2000, in the year 2000:

"People will stop going to Las Vegas when they learn that Las Vegas in Spanish means 'The suckers from Ohio.'"

"After Keith Richards goes to a dermatologist because of a strange fuzz growing on his face, it will be determined that a Rolling Stone can indeed gather moss."

"In an inspiring interview Madonna will reveal how by dedicating ourselves to motherhood, meditation and spirituality we can all one day appear in an ad campaign for 'The Gap.'"

"In the lesbian version of 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' gay women go to a straight woman's apartment and add more electrical outlets."

"Scientists will discover that the foreskin is the biological center of happiness and contentment. Jews all over the world will say 'It figures!'"

"Adding a second string to a regular yoyo a black toy inventor will invent the 'yoyoyo.'"

"Cookie lovers all over the world will be horrified when Oreo reveals that the stuff in their doublestuft oreos is a substance scraped off of Mickey Rourke."

"Marijuana will still be illegal except for medicinal purposes. However medicinal purposes will be expanded to include getting wasted in hospital parking lots."

"Mike Tyson will admit that the reason he went bankrupt was because he bet someone a billion dollars that he could go a day without 'going all crazy and s...'"

Don't kill the messenger!

Yahoo Messenger can be a good thing. It can also be a platform for unpleasant things. For instance, not too long ago I was "confronted" by an unknown female who started to talk to me on Yahoo Messenger. And I should have known what I was in for when the first thing she asked me was the ever popular A/S/L question. I went along with it. Curiosity mostly. She then gets into the real reason why she wanted to "chat" with me. She goes on to say that she was watching T.V. and was starting to get uh......... how do you say........... horny? Hey! Sorry! That's what she said! She then asked me if I wanted to have a little cyber fun. Fun....... yeah.......... right on. Anyway, I go on to say, "Sorry, not my cup o' tea." She responds by saying, "OK. Well, your loss." Then she said a few more thing that I can not to disclose.

My loss? My loss? What did I lose? Messenger porn? What is messenger porn, anyway? Maybe something like this:
cooldude2008: So, what kind of computer do you use?
crazyhoochiechick15: Baby, I have a Dell.
cooldude2008: Oh, yeah. That's what I like to hear. Tell me more!
crazyhoochiechick15: One gig of RAM. DVD burner. 17" moniter.
cooldude2008: Oh baby! Hold on... my mom is telling me to take the trash out...... BRB.
crazyhoochiechick15: My hands are on the home keys waiting for you, honey.

Unbelievable. But I bet somebody has these kinds of "conversations" all the time online. Really sad. And by the way I am being nice to her by spelling everything right. She spelled words like "horhy (horny)", "boorn (born)", "pplease (please)", "los (loss)", and "hhere (here)". And she threw in a couple of LOL's in there too.... for added measure.

Go ahead, it's my fault.

My best day at The Home Depot to date. This woman comes in and pretty much blames me for all the stores problem. It was all I could do to not give her the deuce. So, go ahead! Blame me next time one of you has a problem. I'm used to it by now. Ed, whenever Notre Dame/Dallas Cowboys lose a game, blame me. Chris, whenever USC doesn't beat *enter team name here* by 50+ points, blame me.... my bad. Whenever any of you has a troubled relationship, point the finger at me, my fault. Bad grades? Me. Stormy weather? Talk to God, but he'll probably refer you to me later. When you drink something and it goes down the wrong pipe? Whoops! Didn't mean to, sorry. Slip and fall in the shower? Sue me, I made the water too slick.

You get the idea.

But, Home Depot mayhem won't last too much longer. September 2 is my last day.

But I just started? Why am I quiting so soon? What am I going to do now?

Why not? I couldn't stand being there. I would much rather look for something else. They are very understaffed out there and it seems they aren't doing anything about it. I have to pick up the slack for when others aren't there, and I might add I have to cover an area where I have no experience. So, when customers ask me a question, I either a: make something up, or b: tell them to ask someone else. I think my time could be best spent elsewhere. But it was a job wasn't it? Yes, but I'll cut my losses there. I'll find something else.

I totally believe that you should do what makes you happy. THIS wasn't the case for me. Yes, there will be problems with any job or profession you enter, but the question is: will you still be happy during the problem or whenever it gets solved?

So, please pray that God leads me in the right direction. I really need guidance here.

Oh, by the way, the Vanoss job isn't going to happen. The school didn't get the grant money. I was totally bummed when I found out.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Arrested Development

Gotta love Joey.

The other day I went to get my fingerprints taken at the local police station. By the way, fingerprints taken nowadays are all taken digitally. It's pretty cool. I had to get the prints taken because I have to send them to the State Dept. for teacher certification purposes. Anyway, I brought them with me to East Central University just in case I had to send them through the school. I stopped by the United Campus Ministry building first to organize the materials I needed to take inside the school. Wiley and Joey were both up here doing their own thing. Anyway, I proceed to show Joey my fingerprints just for the sake of showing them to somebody. He turns arounds and says to me, "AHHHHHH! You got arrested?!" It was the perfect Joey-ism response from Joey himself. And, of course, I couldn't muster a reply back to Joey because I was laughing too hard.

That's all I got.

Bryan's cows are still out! Gotta get 'em!

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Move over Coldplay... Chris is here.

The word is out! The new indie/not-mainsteam-at-all ep album from Chris just got released! I know most of you have never heard of his band but hardly anybody has. Even Chris didn't know he had a band until he read an article on www.bandsiveneverheardof.com. But it is pretty good. Here is a track list of the album:

Insomniac Theatre: Live from the Studio
1. USC is better than the air I breathe
2. Don't be jealous that I chat online with babes all day
3. Bush-whacker
4. How I live with Daniel
5. 30+ comments on my blog
6. Pickle Juice Soccer
7. I'm the only one who likes *insert band name here* around here. How bout that?
This is a representation of Chris. A USC stud that is a PIERCY-ing. Get it? Uh.... okay. I'm an idiot.

A look into.... THE FUTURE!

Some predictions, or forecasts, on what I think will happen in the future:


The new Harry Potter book will prove to be the most shocking and scary book in the series, when Harry is invited to the Neverland Ranch.

Britney Spears will give birth to octuplets, all of which will get jobs before Kevin Federline.

Reporter Bob Woodward will refuse to tell his wife the identity of the family member who rented "Deep Throat."

George W. Bush will spend so much time diffusing the controversy surrounding trusted adviser Karl Rove, that he will not notice that Osama bin Laden was in "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants."

After getting more in touch with his feminine side, Mr. T will open a hair salon called, "I Pretty the Fool."

Atheists will win a landmark court battle making it illegal to say god bless you after someone sneezes. Instead, the law will require us to say, "Yo, zippy, you just sprayed me with some nasty."

Bobby Brown and Whitney Huston will visit their namesake cities in Texas, making stops in both Brownsville and How Crazy Do You Have to Be to Marry Bobby Browntown.

Kirstie Alley will call a press conference to announce that she's full, then say "psych," and eat six reporters.

High definition TV will be so incredibly life-like, that confused viewers will actually try to push Geraldo Rivera out of their living room.

Spanish olives will no longer be stuffed with pimentos, but instead with Antonio Banderas' love of Melanie Griffith.

The world will be shocked when a newspaper exposes the existence of Quantrell Baldwin, a man who is simultaneously a Wayans Brother and a Baldwin Brother.

Taken from Late Night with Conan O'Brien

But, I wanna be a pirate!

Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?

Caption #2

Ah, yes. Another caption contest. Well, I guess it's not really a contest if nobody wins. But, do it anyway. There might be a quarter in it for you. Who knows. I suppose I'm continuing on the theme of dogs in trouble. That wasn't planned, it just happened that way. And please, enter a caption as many times as you deem necessary. Thanks.

Mead's is better

Most of ya know that I'm working at the Home Depot, right? Some of you may ask, "How is it working out there?" Well, here's the answer: Eh...

What that means is that I'd rather be doing a lot more jobs than this one but there are definitly a lot worse out there. I'm what they call the LP (Loss-Prevention) at the drive through lumberyard. I stay in one little bitty area the whole time. It seems that customers driving through expect me to know every single item The Home Depot carries. "Hey! Do ya'll carry 15/36'' sheets of 1/4'' adapters for a widget for japanese east coast pine wood corners? WELL? DO YA???!!!! Ah hell! I'm going to Mead's then since none ya know whatcha hellya doin'! Bye!"

So, when that stuff happens, I turn into this guy:


That's almost the kind of conversations I have with some of the most wonderful customers Ada has to offer. So, least to say that retail is not my forte. Besides, I'm waiting on another job. Lord God I hope I get it. I think I've mentioned it in another post. It's a job out at my old high school. Something about an after-school health related fitness thing. I won't know if I got the job until I find out if the grant money has come through. I would love to work back at the ole' school. Besides, this is something that I want to do. I got my degree in this area so why not use it? Oh, and I won't find out until the 18th of this month if the school got the grant or not. So, for those of you that pray, start up those prayer motors please. I really want this job.

Now, I hate to gripe about the job I have. I am pretty fortunate to get the position I have. Heck, I am getting a paycheck. I can't complain too much. I'm just saying The Home Depot isn't exactly for me. So, maybe I won't be working there too much longer.

But, I'm going to try to leave this up to God. He's in control, no matter how much I try to fight him for control of my life. It's hard to let go isn't it?

Stay tuned for more Big 5 action. They are making their way to the bowling alley in the not too distant future.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.