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06:25pm 31/01/2008
  I fell down the stairs at home the other day. It was one of my days off when I woke up late in the morning. I was drowsily making my way from bed down to the bathroom when I slipped on the carpeted steps and fell. I ended up about 5 or 6 steps down and I had to lay there for a good minute and a half before I could get up. I'm surprised my thigh didn't get a bruise.

Well, last week was my last week working at the pizzeria. I am no longer Chef Jorge and I'm actually pretty happy about it. Ever since the new owners took over it became tedious and boring to work there anyway. Plus they were jerks. The last weekend that I worked there something happened that made me think about the way things happen and the way God does things and how they affect us. It turned out that that Sunday some young girl tried to kill herself by jumping in front of the oncoming train at the station right above the pizzeria. She was run over by three train cars, but she lived. Not only did she live, she didn't have a scratch on her. I think the transit worker that told me about the incident said it best when he said "God must not have wanted her there yet."

Now think about this: Just the previous week, the Arby's by my house was closed down by the department of buildings. It pissed me off that I couln't get myself some curly fries until I found out why. It happened that a car coming off the exit ramp jumped the curb and slammed into the restaurant. A woman was killed when she was pinned against the soda fountain where she had been filling her drink. How's that for divine intervention? There you are, just minding your business having a drink when BOOM! your life is over! Meanwhile homegirl over there's trying to kill herself and God says "Nuh- uh, girl, it ain't your time yet," and she walks away. I'm only human, so I can't pretend to know what God's reasons are for taking some while leaving others, but whatever his reasons are, I'll trust him because... well, he's GOD!

So, God, if you're reading this, I don't know why you thought it wise to take Heath Ledger and leave us with Paris Hilton, but I trust you. I think it sucks, really, but I trust you.

Oh, and thanks for having people watch over me, even if they are strange people who don't look like they're all that important.		  
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I suck   
01:12pm 16/05/2007
  I hate myself right now. I don't like me very much. I know it's cliche, but I'm definitely my own worst enemy. Everytime something goes right, i go and fuck it up some how. Sometimes I do it without thinking, but some others I know better but choose to ignore my own best judgement. Everything from eating right, to not staying up util 2am playing Freecell or whatever the hell. I know I shouldn't be up that late, but do I go to sleep? No.
Right now I want to crawl somewhere dark and cold and just die. Everything about my life right now motivates me to do just that. There's no hope, there's no light. Everything that was good is now fucked up. Every hope I had is now dead. My dad's thing that he was supposed to get fell apart. My hopes of making something of myself have come to a hault as well. Partly due to me fucking myself over, yes, but mostly by things beyond my control. Things beyond my control, yes, but even the things that ARE under my control I fuck up. I really just want to die right now.
I can't fix anything . There's nothing I can say or do to fix the things that are fucked up with me. I can't undo what I've done, or do what I have failed to do. I can't unsay what I've said and I can think of nothing i can say that will help make things better for me. I hope I passed that one class. There was so much I could have done that I didn't do. Could have, should have, but didn't. And there was nothing really there to stop me except myself. I stopped myself. I fucked myself over. maybe I'll be able to make up for it somehow, maybe I won't. At least in that situation I have a second chance. Most other things I don't. Ugh! My head won't stop hurting! I haven't eaten, but i don't fucking feel like it either. What's the point? I should just starve until i'm too weak and I die. I fuck mysef over in every other way, why not like that as well? I have nothing left. I have no future, nothing to look forward to. I've ruined my life. All I have to look forward to is more hardship, all thanks to myself. yes, crawling somewhere to die is not that bad an idea. Maybe I'll finally fuck myself up without getting anyone else involved. Without affecting anyone. Too bad I'm not the physically self destructive type. I don't like pain.pain is bad. i should stop writing.		  
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Damn those scary dreams   
02:08pm 03/05/2007
  I had a very scary dream last night. I think it has a lot to do with the stress I'm under right now with my lack of job situation and the resulting lack of rent money situation. I dreamt that I was living back in the old house in Miami where we first lived when we moved to the States, except it wasn't in Miami. The room I live in now was in that house and Tina was in my room scratching her claws in my pink carpet. Philip was there too. At some point in the night the landlord came by, but it wasn't my current landlord. The landlord was actually a pastor for some new age "church" thing. I think that might have had to do with the little subway map thing I gave Gianne yesterday, because that's where that map came from. In any case, at some point and for some reason I found out that this "pastor" was actually stealing from his congregation. It was a pretty large congregation at that, and they met in some temple thing that looked like a giant white warehouse. The scary part was when the pastor found out I knew about his misdealings (pretty obvious, I thought, seeing how he had all these luxuries about him) and he and his goons came after me. At some point in my dream i had to jump though a closed window and run through a forest while being shot at. Philip was there too, and he helped me sneak back into my room so i could take a few things with me. While running through the dark forest we thought of where I'd run away to so the pastors hitmen would never find me. But then i thought of all the papers and files i had left behind in my room and I knew I could never realy lose myself as long as they had those files. As long as they had them, they could always find me. Anyway, the best part of the dream was spent running away in the dark with the feeling that I was being chased, and that wasn't all that fun.

In other news, I think maybe the world is finally getting back to its senses. After all these years of wars and terrorism and, just, all kinds of stoopid shit happening, I think everyone is begining to get their heads screwed back on straight. I didn't even realize it had been that long, but it's been seven years since Rage Against The Machine broke up. I thought it was less than that, I thought it was like, three years, tops. In any case, I was glad to see RATM was reunited for a music festival in the California desert this past week. I think a world without Rage is a world that's lost it's sense of direction. Knowing that they're performing back together makes me have a little bit more faith in the future of the human species. What's more, there is balance. Just like a world without Rage cannot exist, a world without the antithesis of Rage is also flawed. So Britney Spears is performing again. After years of baby-daddy, drugs, rehab, head-shaving and panty-less drama (pics of which ive yet to see) it's good to see the old girl getting herself back together. The world must have balance, and Britney is the balance that was missing. I hope both Britney and Rage keep on going and the rest of the world might soon follow. I can only hope. This "War on Terror" has gone on long enough, I say.		  
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mmmm... unemployment.   
07:44pm 23/04/2007
  I fired my job yesterday. It went more like I was breaking up with my boss. I feel so good about it though. I have no money left to fall back on, but I don't care much about that. I'll find something soon. I had to go though. Every day that I was there was a dollar less in my bank account. As of now I'm owed more than money than i ever thought. I feel bad because i fell like i let myself be fooled. i let myself be taken advantage of. Sure, i yielded to Dexter that one time when there was very little money and he asked if he could pay me the following week, but it built up from there. the next week I wa owed more and more and more until it just made no sense. I tried, I really did. I even had a meeting with him and laid it all out ther for him. I told him speciffically what needed to be done in order to get things off the ground and what time frame they needed to be done in. I feel bad because I put a lot of effort into that job, effort that for my position, i did not need to put in. But I still did. I put in the effort because I still held on to the hope that it would be worth the while. But when the effort is one sided, when the effort is misplaced, when there is no leadership, no direction... well, it was just a matter of time. I'm collecting all that i'm owed, you bet your ass I am. it'll be difficult, but it'll happen.In the meantime i need to start finding a new gig. but first, i need to pick my aunt up from Penn station. God knows where she's been these past three days!  
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Goodness! thank God I'm not 16   
03:20pm 29/03/2007
  I was riding the bus the other week when i found this note left behind by some high schooler. It would have been best to scan it, but as i don't have one, I just typed it out. wow. I'm glad to qualify as a grown up.



4 ya eyez only!


2:

Jae Jae

Aight, I'ma "do what it do." Hee Hee. But U will look so cute 2geva. LOL. But yea! C wat U can find out bout dat boi in ____. What skool do he go 2? But will he like me? I'm nervous. You should have let me talk 2 him earlier. U loozer. And nah, I aint gunna give Jasmin sum dick. U no, Shomari don't talk 2 me, anymore. I dunno. But Y R U a lesbian? Just playing. U R a pretty lesbo… now! (Lmao) "RainBow." "Patches" (Lmao) And I think dat it would be hard 4 U 2 stay faithful!!

But I no dat u have it in u!!

My hand writing sucks!!!!!(y do u like Princess like dat? She aint all of dat.

Also, I trust u with this info.		  
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why do I not get the mother fucking memos????   
10:05am 03/02/2007
  I thought I was done with the whole showing up to class on the wrong day or to the wrong class completely. But no, aparetnly I'm not. I signed on for this one class, Career Development. It's a required class with about 4 sections. The section labeled "20" was the most appealing since it said it only met 3 times on saturdays. Sweet deal right? I only have to sacrifice three saturday mornings from 9-noon and boom! I'm done with that class for the semseter! Good enough except, well, it doesn't specify WHICH saturdays it's going to go down. No problem though, the instructor just happens to be Sharon, my advisor, so i went there a few weeks ago (interestingly enough, the day I needed to switch out of the WRONG Physics Lab class) and asked her when exactly class met. The first Saturday in February, she said. February 2nd. But just in case, she said, keep an eye on my student e-mail account and she'll send out an e-mail in case anything changes. Ok, good enough. but how about this, February 2nd was yesterday and yesterday was Friday! Well, that's forgiveable, seeing how she might have looked at the wrong date on the calendar, but still, the first saturday of february is today, the 3rd. And in any case, the class is scheduled for Saturday, not Friday, so she must have meant the 3rd.

So now I'm anticipating being in class today, Saturday in the morning, instead of being at work. For that purpose I notified the relevant people at work and got someone to cover for me today. So far so good. Now, last night when I got in it occured to me, even though I did mention it well ahead of time, I failed to remind Hector yesterday that he was to cover for me today. I tried to contact him last night, but honestly, at 12:10am, I wasn't surprised I didn't reach him. No problem. I got up this morning, got myself ready and left the house bright and early, ready for class. At a decent hour for a Saturday I called up Hector (who at 8:30 was clearly asleep) and reminded him that he was to cover for me for a few hours today. He'd forgotten, but none the less, he said he'd be there. Ok, so far so good.

No, it's 9:00am. time for class. I walk into school on a Saturday morning. There's a few people in for the other few classes being offered Saturday mornings. Room W142. That's where I'm supposed to go. I'm well familiar with the room seeing how most of my classes have been held there. It's one of the biggest rooms in the school. It's one of those auditorium sized classrooms holding upwards of 100 people. Should be big enough to hold all the people who were signed up for the class. One class meeting only three times a semester was actually such a popular choice that the class was pretty well overbooked.

I walk into W142. It's empty. The lights are all off. There's no one even pacing the halls outside. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON????? WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE??? WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SIGNED UP FOR THIS SHIT?? WHERE THE FUCK IS SHARON??

Ok, fine, don't panic. WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I NOT PANIC??? there should be 100 people in here by now!! I just woke Hector the fuck up so he'd go cover at work for me for what??? OK, fine. Check my e-mail. I'd checked it before, but amybe I missed something, right? Nope, walked to the library and NOT A FUCKING THING!! Seriously! what the fuck is wrong?? why am I always in these stoopid kinds of situations??? Why is it that everyone and their mother gets a fucking memo telling them when school starts or when class in cancelled or when the classroom is moved or WHATEVER THE FUCK and I never get it?? where the fuck are the other 90+ people who were supposed to be signed up for this class?? I checked the schedule TWICE! I checked the room number. I checked the advisor's office. NOTHING. And once again no one around but the fucking security guard. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!

And I even left the house without breakfast because I wanted to be in time. God fucking dammit. It's 10:02am now. I should be at work right now instead of here at the school's library venting my frustration out on the keyboard.

*sigh* I wanna kick something. Sharon most of all.		  
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I want to die   
02:21pm 01/02/2007
  And I want to stop spewing liquids from places not meant to be spewing liquids. I feel horrible. Now that class is over and I didn't get to do my house thing I'm gonna go home and lay in bed with crackers and OJ. And I'll see if I have to rinse anything off besides my pajamas.  
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Clueless   
04:59pm 22/01/2007
  I'm the most painfuly clueless person I know. Stuff just keeps happening to me that makes me think, what the hell can I do to not do stuff like this anymore???
See, today I showed up to class only to find out it was the wrong class. Again. It's happened to me many times before that I've showed up to the wrong class, or like I did two weeks ago, on the wrong day when school wasn't even open. But this time not only did I just show up to the wrong class, I was REGISTERED for the wrong class!!

Me: *walks in and picks up syllabus* hmm... this is Physics I?
Teacher: Yes
Me: Where's Physics II?
Teacher: Physics II is tomorrow and Wednesday. Physics I is today.
Me: Great. I'm in the wrong class. Again. How did I manage to register for the wrong class?

As much comedic material as these kinds of situations provide, I see this affecting the big picture. What worries me about all this cluelessness is not so much little things like that, or even how many times I forget to take things out of the oven at work before thy burn. What worries me is how this is all going to affect my professional future. Let's say I forget to shut down an engine component with 200 passengers riding in the cabin behind me? Let's say I pick up the wrong flight plan from the dispatcher and end up in Denver when I was supposed to fly to Seattle? What if my silly forgetfulness ends up costing someone's life someday? Should I even continue to pursue this profession seeing myself how dangerous I can be? I'll be the best damn pilot I can be and I'm sure that's gonna be pretty damn good by anyone's standards. But really, when you're responsible for hundreds of lives and millions worth of equipment, can you afford to be damn good as opposed to the best? There's nothing in the world I want to do other than fly, so I better figure out a way to work around my problem.




I'll attempt to take the test tomorrow. I hope nothing goes wrong.		  
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hoooly!!   
02:54pm 16/01/2007
  I was just going over my old blogs and I realized i first asked Carla to come ice skating with me way back in September! wow.  
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Wednesday January 10, 2007 2:37am   
02:37am 10/01/2007
  I need a haircut but I've been lazy about getting one for about a week. I can manage with gel, but I generally like to keep it short enough that I don't need the gel to begin with. Interestingly, though, the other day something happened. I was walking by a mirror and I happened to glance at it and I saw something odd. I saw my dad. With hair. In reality I saw my reflection but the way my hair looked made me look exactly the way my dad used to look like when he was my age. I've seen pictures and it made me think about things. I think my dad was only two years older than I am now when he and my mom got married. Yeah, deffinitely something to think about.

I had a good scare last week at work. There was a white Customs and Border Patrol van with blue and red lights on top parked right in front of my job. My job is the only business on the block so I had to ask myself, what the hell are they doing there? It made me nervous enough that I told Yasmine to stick around while I took a walk and to give me a call when the van drove away. Even when it did the Customs guys came back in and actualy sat down at the tables eating. That made me even more nervous and I went back and hid in the kitchen. Eventually when they kept coming in and out I figured out that they were all there for a funeral at the funeral home across the street. That made me relax a whole lot and i actually started talking and joking with them. I actually liked their hats. They were mountie hats. I just hope I don't have to see them or their hats any time soon.		  
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Monday,January 8th, 2007. 1:15am   
01:15am 08/01/2007
  Today, in a few hours, I start a new semester at school. I hope it's a good one. As good as the two that just passed. I picked up my grades last Friday, and I was surprised I got all As. I never got all As before. Ever. Even though I did well in High school, I always had at least one C. I only made the Honor Roll once in the four years I was there. I worry because now that I'm doing well I feel more pressure to keep it going that way.I hope I can keep it going, but I don't know if I can. That's why I was so surprised when I got my grades on Friday, because I hadn't expected them to be that good. Oh well. We'll see.
I got a nifty little bagfull of change today from cleaning under the counter at work. It's forgotten money anyway so I don't feel like I'm stealing from work or anything. It would deffinitely be different if I was taking it from the register. The sticky floor waaay in the back under the counter does not count as register money, at least not in my book.
I got two wine glasses from work too. They'd been long lost and forgotten in a cabinet under a sink. The bottle of liquor they came with was also long gone, but I imagine consumed, rather than forgotten. Now they're mine and I'll have to find something to drink out of them.
So yesterday, or earlier tonight if you'd prefer, was my little brother's birthday. Well, little, but not so little anymore. He turned 13. He's officially a teenager now and will be for the next 6 years. I now have to live with the thought that the little purple, wrinkled baby I saw through the window at the hospital nursery is now a teenager. What a horrible thought that is. I hope he grows up well.
I can't believe how warm it's been lately. That damn Al Gore must be somewhere with a big pile of burning tires just to make a point of his newfound anti global warming crusading. All day Saturday I was in a teeshirt. In New York. In January. It's crazy I tells ya!! I feel ripped off too. I want some damn snow! I moved to New York for the snow and, by god, if I can't get any snow here I'm so taking off for Canadia. I'm swimming across lake Ontario if I have to. I'm serious! Don't make me do it! Just snow already dammit!
Last Thursday was one of the most fun days I've had in a while. Carla and I went to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden to try and see the cherry blossoms blooming in the "winter." Turned out it was only one tree that was doing the blooming, but still, cherry blossoms in January. Crazy! It was an amazing afternoon though. The bunnies were out and about doing their bunny thing. The grass was dewy and it hurt when Carla and I tried to walk across a field barefoot. It's been warm out, but the dew was possitively chilly. Painful as it was we can laugh about it with ease. Oh, and we got locked in too. That was neat.
So now I'll go lay down for a few hours and try not to think too far into the future. I'm not so sure how to feel about seeing Carla in it every time I do that. I'll just think about Tuesday and Ice skating. Or rather, 8:00am, when I'll be in class.
Yeah.		  
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So far so good   
09:02pm 03/01/2007
  it's the third day of the year and so far it's all working out just fine. Granted, it's still too early to really claim anything, seeing how my life hasn't gotten back to the usual, but I'm pretty happy wiht myself so far. New Year's Eve was eh!. I was on the phone with Carla at midnight as opposed to being there with her, but I think the next day made up for it. Yeah, i think it did. I was supposed to work on the first, but an hour after opening I got a call from the boss man telling me to close up shop. Suited me just fine, really, as I really could have gone either way on that. I ended up riding the bus a whole lot and chasing after the Q58. Now that I think about it, the first few days of this new year I've chased after more buses than I normally do. It'll all even out as it gets on. I still need to take that test and buy books for next term. I hope they're not too expensive as I'm already teetering on the edge of financial discomfort. Well, I'm already there, actually, I just don't wanna be pushed further into it. It helps that my landlady gave me back at least a good portion of the money she owes me. I really hate bugging people for money, but god dammit! She borrowed it in August and she told me she'd have it in a month. here we are almost 5 months later and I was getting tired of asking her for it. I just hope it's not another 5 months before I see the rest of it. I'm not using any paragraph separation, I realized that just now. Oh well, too bad. Oh, I got new contacts! I actually had the prescription for almost a year now but I'd not filled it and it was abou tot expire so I figured, might as well. damn it's hot in here! Meeting Laura was cool. She says she'll kill me, but I don't know, I think she and i could get along. I don't see why not. ok, i can't think of what else to say, so I'll just quit now. I need to think back because I'm sure there's a lot of stuff i want to log in here since the last time i posted something which was... a long long time ago.  
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The Inescapable Brick Wall   
01:15pm 12/12/2006
  As with all unpleasant things, one always hopes to avoid them. Things like accidents or sickness, for example. We try and try as much as we can to avoid them, and we live happily knowing that we're doing our best to keep things that way. They'll happen eventually, of course, but even when they do, we feel better that we've done all we can to avoid them, for as long as we could, so it doesn't feel so bad.



Eh!! I'll stop being all phylosophical and get to the point. I just hit a brick wall. A very hard and unmovable brick wall. One that I'd been avoiding for a long, long time and which I'd been hoping to avoid for a while longer. That wall is the ever present issue of my lack of legal documentation, specifically as it relates to my schooling in the aviation business.I'll explain:

Right now I'm taking General Aeronautics (FLT 110). It's basically the same Ground School course I took back in the summer of 1998, except this time I'm doing it for college credit. Well, the first half of that course, anyway. The second part of that course is Intermediate Aeronautics (FLT 120), which I am signed up to take in the Spring of 2007. As in '98, the purpose of the class is to get me prepared to pass the FAA's Private Pilot Written exam, which back then I passed with an 88. This time, however, I need to take the Written before I'm able to take FLT 120. It's a prerequisite. Surely, I can register for the class, as I already am, but that is all dependant on my pasing the Written. If I were to fail the Written I would be dropped from FLT 120.

Failing is not something I'm worried about. I passed it before and I can do it again, and in any case, that's what I've been studying for all semester. The wall is being able to actually register for the exam, and a big part of it is that this is 2007, as opposed to pre-9/11 1998. I just stopped by the exam office to check what I needed to register for the exam and that's when I hit the wall. If I were a Citizen, I'd need a driver's license with my current address, a Social Security Card. Otherwise I still need a Driver's license with my current address, plus an Alien Registration card and a valid passport with the appropriate Visas stamped on it. I have a passport, but no valid Visa. I don't have a SSN. I have a Driver's License that's been cancelled by the state of Florida and in any case it doesn't have my current address. And because of post 9/11 bullshit, I'm no longer able to get either a new Florida or New York state license with my current address.

What it all comes down to is that I've finally hit the wall. I've reached the point where I can go forward no more. Everything about my professional flight training lies on the other side of that Written exam and I'm not able to take it. And there's nothing I can do about it either. As of right now I'm afraid my dreams are grounded and I may as well forget about them. I'd pursue my second dream, but unfortunately I still need that Driver's License to become a truck driver. Maybe I should really start looking into the Canadian alternative. Or failing that, moving to Baja and becoming a Surf bum is just as good an idea as any.		  
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here is the money that I owe you...   
06:07pm 07/12/2006
  Well!


Turns out the feelign I had was correct. My transcripts were indeed messed up when they came to this school. I didn't know exactly how or why, but when i was told I needed to register for some kind of technical elective I knew somethign was wrong. Turns out at least two of my previous credits were not transfered as I had expected, meaning that I'd be that much closer to completing my graduation requirements.It's not a whole lot, really, but when you think of it as close to $500 per credit, 6 or 8 credits do add up. Not to mention the time I'd have to spend actually taking classes over again that I'd previously taken anyway. They were pretty fun classes, i'll give them that, but come on! I don't need to be taking them again.

Carla. I've actually found someone whom I look forward to seeing again. How nice that feels. It's all gooey like.		  
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Something that always makes me wonder   
08:23pm 29/11/2006
  Tell me, please.
How well or ill does it speak of me to say that I bought new shoes today. And they're the exact same model and color as the shoes I had before and was looking to replace. And becuase they were on sale, I bought two pairs of them. well?		  
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I have no subject to put up here   
10:43am 28/11/2006
  I had a really violent and disturbing dream last week. I dreamt I got in a fight with a cop and killed him. I don't remember what the precedent to it was, but I remember something about him calling me a dirty mexican. Next thing, I had him on his knees with his face down on the floor. Then I grabbed his arm, twisted it back and stepped on his elbow to bend it back against the joint. It snapped like a tree branch, albeit a very bloody tree branch. After some twisting and turning the sinew and skin broke off and I proceeded to beat the crap out of him with his severed arm. After that I broke one of his legs off at the knee in a similar manner. Bleeding and struggling, he tried to crawl away on the stumps of his limbs, but I kicked him in the face repeatedly until his face caved in. I left him there as a the blood oozing from what used to be his face pooled around his head. I woke up and my heart was racing.
Why the hell I would have a dream like that, I don't know, but I have a faint feeling that in my dream the face on the cop was that of that guy in Long Island that... well. He's got something coming to him that's for sure. It's only a coincidence that yesterday a bunch of cops shot some dude to death outside of a strip club. My dream was at least a week before that happened. Still, sucks for that guy.
Yesterday night about 3a.m. I was on my way home and I was kind of hungry. Being away from my ample, recently acquired collection of cold cuts I decided to go for a Twix bar. Now, ain't it funny how sometimes you get used to having something bad or wrong so that when you actually get it correctly it seems alien to you? It happened to me a lot growing up with rice. My mom used to burn it so much that every now and then when I had unburnt rice it felt weird. Well, the last few times I ate Twix bars it was during the summer and they came from outdoor vendors. Consequently when I had this bar yesterday and it was perfectly unmelted I felt like there was something wrong there. Of course there wasn't, I just felt like there was. Funny how things work like that sometimes		  
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It's wonderful...   
05:52pm 22/11/2006
  ...when you drink a nice cup of coffee and then you go to the bathroom about an hour later and your pee smells like coffee. Just saying.  
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And you may say to yourself, this is not my beautiful house...   
01:01pm 15/11/2006
  "Boquesha, ain't nobody wanna be yo baby daddy! Now hush and pass that chicken." I just thought up that sentence. I find it amusing, but not more than the scenario where it might be uttered.

I had a strange urge this week to eat a Panda bear the other day. I think it might have to do with the fact that the Chinese Restaurant across the street has a panda bear eating bamboo on the cover of its menu and I had to see that menu a whole lot this week. Good food, but I doubt that having a panda on the manu means that they actually serve panda. Still, now that it's in my mind I'll add panda to the list of things I want to eat. I'll put it right there next to lion, giraffe, koala and human.

I wonder if it's really possible to have an allergy to non-sports related television. It would appear that my boss has one of those. Even if no sporting event is actually being televised, whenever he's around, the TV is tuned to a sports show of some kind. He can't even handle a classic like The Wizard of Oz or anything on the History Channel. It's like, he becomes physically ill if he's not feeding his brain a steady diet of sports talk. I hope it's not contagious. It's not like I dislike sports, but I'd rather watch a gazelle being tackled by a lion or a seal being ripped apart by a shark if there's no actual game going on or if whatever game's on sucks.

Oh, speaking of sharks. I was watching something about them on Dirty Jobs in the Discovery Channel (I'm watching so much more television now that I work where I work, it's not even funny). I SO want to get in a cage on day and go tease a bunch of Great Whites. I'll bring a flash camera along and flash it right in their eyes whenever they come up close for a bite of metal bars. I wonder what would happen if you laced the bait with a bunch of laxatives too. That would be something to see. Can't be very attractive if it's mating season I suppose. One day I shall dance with the sharks.		  
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Hawkmon digivolve to....   
08:14pm 09/11/2006
  ...super-cool-eating-a-bird-or-a-squirrel-on-top-of-a-newsstand-mon!!! That was Tuesday when I was on my way to work. It was a peregrine falcon, actually, but it was cool how everyone in the bus all of a sudden got up and stared out the window at the falcon on top of the newsstand ripping away at its prey. That's certainly not something you see every day, I say.

With all the rain these few days I was reminded of how stoopid people can be sometimes. Like, for example, if you have one of those really big umbrellas with the sharp metal point, why in the hell would you walk around with that end pointing up when you're not using it???? It's like you're looking for someone to get poked with it or somethig! That end is supposed to go down, towards the ground, not towards people's eyes!

I was working on this weather project yesterday that I have to do ( "I" meaning my assigned group, but I think the rest of them are not all sure what the heck's going on). I was calling the ATIS at Washington's Raegan National(DCA) to get some weather info. For those non-aviation types, ATIS stands for Automated Terminal Information System. It's basically a computer generated voice recording of current weather information at a specific place. Some places use ATIS, some use AWOS (Automated Weather Observation System). It's pretty much the same thing, but there's slight variations depending on the place. They can be accessed either by tuning in to the appropriate frequency or, as I was doing, by calling them up on the phone. In any case, you get used to the robotic voices when you use these things after a while, but when I called DCA I got something I wasn't expecting. What I got was probably an ancient type of ATIS where the speech software slurred all the words together so it sounded like it was drunk. It was deffinitely one of those "you had to be there" kind of funnies, but also a "you have to pretty much be in it to get it" kind of funny. Then again there's also the possibility that you just have to be Jorge to realize why it's funny. Either way, if anyone cares to call, the number is 703-419-3917. Go. Call. Hear the drunken robot talk about the weather. Then call me and tell me it wasn't funny.

Here's the scenario:

*dial dial*
*ring*
Me: Hello?
You: Jorge, it wasn't funny
Me: ok
*click*

And it goes on.		  
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05:56pm 26/10/2006
  Oh!! Jet Blue is starting service from NY's JFK airport to Chicago O'Hare on the 4th of January!!! If I book now I can take advantage of a "special introductory offer" and pay only $36 plus taxes each way!! Wow, if I knew what the hell I'd be doing come January I'd book a flight so I coud go visit Miss Rizzo. But hell, I don't even know what I'm doing next week (besides ice skating) so how am I supposed to book a flight for January now???  
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