Damn, I'm not sure why nobody has ever addressed this before, but I think it's a relatively serious problem. What is the deal with girls and their big ass sunglasses? And don't tell me its for the protection from the sun because we all know that it isn't. Sunglasses on girls have gotten so big that it has become hard to recognize people. I'm pretty sure there has been at least eight times in the last couple weeks where I have said hey to a girl, who was wearing sunglasses, thinking that she was someone else. This is probably due to the fact that you all LOOK THE FUCKING SAME! It's like you're all wearing a mask that covers half your face. But seriously, saying hello to strangers that I don't know is not the real problem with these sunglasses...
The real problem with the large sunglasses is that it makes it incredibly hard to discriminate ugly girls from good looking ones. There have been many times where I was under the impression that a girl was super cute only later to be let down after she revealed her whole face. Now, this is not exactly a new problem. I can still remember the first time I discovered this problem like it was yesterday. It was fall quarter of my second year and I had just moved into VDC. I was riding the bus back from school when this slender, pale girl sits down next to me. Excited, I start talking to her about the usual second year talk. You know, "What's your major?" "How do you like VDC?" "What apartment do you live in?" "Taking the bus is blah blah blah" and etc. Anyways, her sunglasses were so big that I became a bit skeptical. So about half way through the ride, I asked her if she could take her sunglasses off. She asked me why and I said "Because I want to look at your face." (I may have been a bit blunt back then). She started acting all shy and declined. Then we started talking again and about five minutes later I asked her for a second time. I am not sure exactly how many times I ended up asking her, probably around three or so, but I am really glad I had. When she finally took them off, I definitely saw something I wasn't expecting. Now, she wasn't exactly ugly or anything, but I was just under the impression that she was going to be super hot. Anyways, she tricked me.
How the rest of this story goes is unimportant, but what IS important is I was fooled and I'm sure millions of guys are getting fooled every day. Ugly girls and hot girls are starting to look exactly the same, because honestly, it has got to be pretty hard to look ugly when people can only see your nose and chin. Oh, and I guess your mouth too. But that is beside the point. Anyways, friends, do not worry, I have come up with a solution to solve this problem. It requires a lot of teamwork in order to work so I'm pretty sure it wont succeed, but it doesn't hurt to try. All you have to do is start assuming all girls who wear sunglasses that cover the majority of their faces are, in fact, ugly. This way eventually the good lookers will begin to notice that they are not getting any attention when wearing their sunglasses, and will stop wearing them. The uggos will also begin to realize this and may or may not stop wearing their sunglasses. But the great part is that it doesn't really matter because either way, we will be judging them correctly.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
ride along #4
I don't know if it is just me but damn, time has been passing by way too fast. I feel like every day goes by so quickly that I can't keep track of what I've done on what day. And it is definitely not because I have been having so much fun that time is flying or anything. Oh well, I kinda wish my days would last a little bit longer.
Anyways, I had a pretty interesting weekend. On Saturday I got to ride along with the fire station right by my house near Baranca and East Yale Loop. They made me dress business casual and show up at 8 AM so I was pretty tired and uncomfortable the whole day. It was pretty chill hanging out with them though. I have been on a few ride-alongs before so I think I have the proper fire station etiquette down by now. The first part was pretty boring; I just helped them clean and vacuum a little and then one of the new guys just showed me pretty much everything on the engine. I know he probably did not want to waste his time showing me everything but deep down, I really didn't want even want to see it either. Haha, I guess I am there to learn but I guess I am more interested in their personal relationships and other aspects of the job.
For the majority of the day they had zero calls so the more interesting part of the day was probably when they were working out. They asked me if I wanted to work out with them and I really didn't want to because I was incredibly sore from lifting on Friday, but I kind of really didn't want to look like a bitch either so I just agreed. They asked me what I was going to do so I just said "Uh... I guess I'll just do what you guys are doing." Big mistake. They are pretty into crossfit training and I had taken a crossfit class before so I was aware of what I was getting myself into. Crossfit is a type of workout that is more built for endurance so it is constant and has very little breaks. (I belive I have blogged about it before so just scroll down if you you want to read more about it.) Anyways the captain is a 50 years old or so 6 ft tall guy, with a big mustache. He had huge forearms and legs and I could tell he was pretty jacked. The other firefighter was smaller but also looked pretty fit. The work out was a circuit: row 250 meters, twenty-one 95lb high pulls, 15 pull-ups. You do as many rounds as you can in 20 minutes without any breaks. Now, normally I would be pretty okay with it, but my legs and shoulders were already incredibly sore from the day before that just lifting the 95 pounds one time was very painful. The problem was, it was too late to back out now and I didn't want to complain about being sore. Before we started, for some reason the captain asked me if I wanted to get a lighter weight for the high pulls. I thought for a minute and said "Uhh..... Yes. Yes I do." Haha. I figured it would look worse if I rejected the offer and then failed during the work out.
So we started the workout. 20 minutes is a damn long time but I was set on giving it my all. I know for sure if I were doing this by myself or with my friends, I probably would stop within the first minute. I was just pushing through and about 10 minutes in, I was doing the high pulls and felt a pain in my hands. Didn't matter. The weight they gave me was only 65 pounds and I only had to do 21. The skin on my palms is pretty tough from lifting over the years. This is something I am personally pretty proud of, since wearing gloves is for bitches. After the set, I threw down the weight and to my surprise, my hands were bloody. A piece of skin about the size of a dime had been ripped off on each hand. I was really confused on how that happened, but I was more happy since now I had a legitimate reason to take a quick break. One of the firefighters that wasn't doing the same workout took me in and wrapped up my hands. The way he wrapped my hands made the injury look way worse than it was.
Here's a picture
Anyways, after getting that break, finishing the work out wasn't too bad. I was glad that I finished it and my body wasn't feeling as sore anymore. I was really glad I did it with them, because for some reason I kind of felt a closer connection with them and it made talking and joking with them easier.
The funniest thing was when we went out to dinner later, we were ordering at Rubios. When I went up to order the cashier asks me if I was a fire fighter too. I said "No, I'm just riding along." And then he looks at me with the biggest eyes and was like "Dude... what happened to your hands?" I didn't want to explain it to him so I just told him I got cut. "You got cut?" He looked like he was thinking that it must have been huge or something. He gave me a free drink.
All and all, I had a pretty great time. They got some calls during and after dinner and I got to see an old, overweight sick woman naked. She also pooped on herself. It was great. I don't really want to go into details but yeah... I would have very much preferred seeing a different call.
Anyways, I had a pretty interesting weekend. On Saturday I got to ride along with the fire station right by my house near Baranca and East Yale Loop. They made me dress business casual and show up at 8 AM so I was pretty tired and uncomfortable the whole day. It was pretty chill hanging out with them though. I have been on a few ride-alongs before so I think I have the proper fire station etiquette down by now. The first part was pretty boring; I just helped them clean and vacuum a little and then one of the new guys just showed me pretty much everything on the engine. I know he probably did not want to waste his time showing me everything but deep down, I really didn't want even want to see it either. Haha, I guess I am there to learn but I guess I am more interested in their personal relationships and other aspects of the job.
For the majority of the day they had zero calls so the more interesting part of the day was probably when they were working out. They asked me if I wanted to work out with them and I really didn't want to because I was incredibly sore from lifting on Friday, but I kind of really didn't want to look like a bitch either so I just agreed. They asked me what I was going to do so I just said "Uh... I guess I'll just do what you guys are doing." Big mistake. They are pretty into crossfit training and I had taken a crossfit class before so I was aware of what I was getting myself into. Crossfit is a type of workout that is more built for endurance so it is constant and has very little breaks. (I belive I have blogged about it before so just scroll down if you you want to read more about it.) Anyways the captain is a 50 years old or so 6 ft tall guy, with a big mustache. He had huge forearms and legs and I could tell he was pretty jacked. The other firefighter was smaller but also looked pretty fit. The work out was a circuit: row 250 meters, twenty-one 95lb high pulls, 15 pull-ups. You do as many rounds as you can in 20 minutes without any breaks. Now, normally I would be pretty okay with it, but my legs and shoulders were already incredibly sore from the day before that just lifting the 95 pounds one time was very painful. The problem was, it was too late to back out now and I didn't want to complain about being sore. Before we started, for some reason the captain asked me if I wanted to get a lighter weight for the high pulls. I thought for a minute and said "Uhh..... Yes. Yes I do." Haha. I figured it would look worse if I rejected the offer and then failed during the work out.
So we started the workout. 20 minutes is a damn long time but I was set on giving it my all. I know for sure if I were doing this by myself or with my friends, I probably would stop within the first minute. I was just pushing through and about 10 minutes in, I was doing the high pulls and felt a pain in my hands. Didn't matter. The weight they gave me was only 65 pounds and I only had to do 21. The skin on my palms is pretty tough from lifting over the years. This is something I am personally pretty proud of, since wearing gloves is for bitches. After the set, I threw down the weight and to my surprise, my hands were bloody. A piece of skin about the size of a dime had been ripped off on each hand. I was really confused on how that happened, but I was more happy since now I had a legitimate reason to take a quick break. One of the firefighters that wasn't doing the same workout took me in and wrapped up my hands. The way he wrapped my hands made the injury look way worse than it was.
Here's a picture
Anyways, after getting that break, finishing the work out wasn't too bad. I was glad that I finished it and my body wasn't feeling as sore anymore. I was really glad I did it with them, because for some reason I kind of felt a closer connection with them and it made talking and joking with them easier.
The funniest thing was when we went out to dinner later, we were ordering at Rubios. When I went up to order the cashier asks me if I was a fire fighter too. I said "No, I'm just riding along." And then he looks at me with the biggest eyes and was like "Dude... what happened to your hands?" I didn't want to explain it to him so I just told him I got cut. "You got cut?" He looked like he was thinking that it must have been huge or something. He gave me a free drink.
All and all, I had a pretty great time. They got some calls during and after dinner and I got to see an old, overweight sick woman naked. She also pooped on herself. It was great. I don't really want to go into details but yeah... I would have very much preferred seeing a different call.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
brush your teeth
Yeah, so we were watching a video about fires in class the other day and I was sitting on the left side of the class room when all of a sudden, I smelled something horrendous. I started sniffing a little harder to try to figure out what it was and then I realized it was someone's breath. I first though to myself "How the hell am I smelling someone's breath right now when I am not even talking to anyone or even looking at someone face to face." Anyways, I just ignored it. Eventually it became so bad I was forced to cover my nose with my t-shirt. I was pretty sure it was coming from the guy on my left so I turned to him and looked at him with a face full of judgement and turned back around. Since we were on the left side of the class room and I was on his right, I just pretty much turned my back to him to avoid the smell. No it did not go away. Now picture this, I have my back to this guy and he isn't even directly facing me or trying to blow on me, and I can still feel his stench sneaking up behind me, coming around over my shoulders and penetrating my nostrils. What the fuck could he have been eating before? I had to sit next to him for three hours. I kind of wanted stab him. After class ended, I couldn't resist telling my friend about how much this guy smelled. He was sitting behind that guy in class and he knew exactly what I was talking about. Then he started complaining about how much it smelled for him. Now, my friend was sitting behind him. How fucking bad does your breath have to smell when the person behind you can smell it?
Yes, I am not exactly the cleanest person in the world and I don't exactly have great hygiene either but come on people. If you forget to brush your teeth before you leave the house, then don't breath out of your mouth or talk for the day. Or eat a pack of gum or something. It is quite simple. Man, there has been plenty of times in high school that I can remember where I only had enough time to only either brush my teeth or do my hair because my ride was already at my door. Usually doing my hair would win because, well... you know. Anyways, the point is, it's cool if you're going to smell, just make sure you keep it to yourself. God. If someone is needing cleanliness advice from me, then you know it has got to be pretty bad.
Yes, I am not exactly the cleanest person in the world and I don't exactly have great hygiene either but come on people. If you forget to brush your teeth before you leave the house, then don't breath out of your mouth or talk for the day. Or eat a pack of gum or something. It is quite simple. Man, there has been plenty of times in high school that I can remember where I only had enough time to only either brush my teeth or do my hair because my ride was already at my door. Usually doing my hair would win because, well... you know. Anyways, the point is, it's cool if you're going to smell, just make sure you keep it to yourself. God. If someone is needing cleanliness advice from me, then you know it has got to be pretty bad.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
math
I find it funny when random people I meet try to give me tips on how to become a firefighter and tell me all the requirements I must meet. I don't know about you, but I usually do not try to tell people basic information I may or may not know about the profession that they are trying to get into. Like "Oh, what? You're trying to be a lawyer?" "Did you know you have to take your LSATs for that?" "You know one of my friends from back home is going to law school right now... he says its so hard to get into." "Do you really want to be a lawyer?" If you think saying that to someone who is trying to be a lawyer sounds pretty retarded, then you, sir, are correctomundo. Although, that is seriously what people have said to me but replace lawyer with firefighter and LSATs with something else they thought up. I just think it is common sense that someone who is trying to get into that field of work would know a little more about it than someone who isn't.
Anyways, I finally got a job teaching an SAT class. Two jobs actually. It's a pretty cool job except for the fact that sometimes it takes me a while to figure some problems out. The very first problem I did on the board during the very first class we had was a bit harder than I had anticipated. I recieve the problems at the same time the students recieve them so I didn't have any time to do them first. So anyways, I was doing this problem on the board and half way through I realized I had no idea where I was going with it. In my head all I could think of was "ohhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiit". This can not be a good first impression I am making. So I paused for a second and told everyone to flip their pages over and look at the answer key explanations. "Read the answer explanation first so you will get a better understanding of it while I do it on the board" I said to them while furiously reading it myself. Afterwards I asked "Okay, does everyone get it now?" Everyone said no. Damn it. Honestly, the explanation was confusing as shit and I was having trouble grasping it myself. Anyways, I had "memorized" the steps to take to get to the answer while everyone was reading it so I started doing it on the board the same way the book did. I purposely did not look down at the key so it wouldn't have seemed like I was using it. I ended up forgetting all the steps and got stuck again. So I took the most obvious approach out of this dilemma which was, of course, ask the students. "What would you do now?" Oh okay, "Now do it on your own paper." Seemed like a good idea except for the fact that they couldn't. Eventually I just told them I received the question at the same time as they did so I would need a couple of minutes to figure it out first before I showed them. I ended up figuring it out during break and succesfully showed them how to do it. Phew, thank god. For the rest of the class, I just gave them minimal time to work out problems and then taught them how to do the ones they couldn't finish on the board in order to make it seem like they really needed me. That actually worked out pretty well.
Anyways, I finally got a job teaching an SAT class. Two jobs actually. It's a pretty cool job except for the fact that sometimes it takes me a while to figure some problems out. The very first problem I did on the board during the very first class we had was a bit harder than I had anticipated. I recieve the problems at the same time the students recieve them so I didn't have any time to do them first. So anyways, I was doing this problem on the board and half way through I realized I had no idea where I was going with it. In my head all I could think of was "ohhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiit". This can not be a good first impression I am making. So I paused for a second and told everyone to flip their pages over and look at the answer key explanations. "Read the answer explanation first so you will get a better understanding of it while I do it on the board" I said to them while furiously reading it myself. Afterwards I asked "Okay, does everyone get it now?" Everyone said no. Damn it. Honestly, the explanation was confusing as shit and I was having trouble grasping it myself. Anyways, I had "memorized" the steps to take to get to the answer while everyone was reading it so I started doing it on the board the same way the book did. I purposely did not look down at the key so it wouldn't have seemed like I was using it. I ended up forgetting all the steps and got stuck again. So I took the most obvious approach out of this dilemma which was, of course, ask the students. "What would you do now?" Oh okay, "Now do it on your own paper." Seemed like a good idea except for the fact that they couldn't. Eventually I just told them I received the question at the same time as they did so I would need a couple of minutes to figure it out first before I showed them. I ended up figuring it out during break and succesfully showed them how to do it. Phew, thank god. For the rest of the class, I just gave them minimal time to work out problems and then taught them how to do the ones they couldn't finish on the board in order to make it seem like they really needed me. That actually worked out pretty well.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
cash money
I fed my praying mantis a spider I found in my room the other day. It ate that spider so fast, I didn't even get to see how he captured it. Just saw him chilling on top of the box holding it with one hand and eating it like it was a hamburger. Pretty awesome huh? Also, I really don't know why I keep finding bugs in my room but now I get really excited when I see one because I can feed it to my praying mantis. I still haven't named him yet...
Today was a pretty awesome day for multiple reasons that I won't get into since I don't want to jinx anything, although now I am pretty happy with the way things are going. I started running more and finally timed my mile today. I ran it in 7 minutes and 40 seconds and ran a mile and a half in 11 minutes and 32 seconds. I wasn't really trying to get a hella good time or anything; I was more focused on actually finishing it without stopping. I guess a 7:40 is not that bad considering I almost never run. It's nothing compared to what I used to be able to run in high school though. But then again, I was probably like 40 pounds lighter. (all muscle... of course...) Haha. I miss those days where I would eat anything I wanted all the time. I think my mom went on vacation for two weeks one summer and all I ate was cheerios and vanilla ice cream (together). That shit was soooooo delicious. Kinda miss those days, although I really like how my life is going right now. I feel like I have matured so much in the past year, in so many different ways. Ever since like about like the 7th grade, I can remember girls calling me immature. I was probably lacking in manners and a lot of other stuff. But yeah... maturity was never one of my characteristics. Also I am the youngest in my family and always liked to hang out with older people so I guess I was always used to being the youngest. I got babied a lot actually, now that I think about it. Also honestly, I make a much better little bro than a big bro. Hahaha. Anyways, I think the past year is the most growing up I have ever done. I see so many things differently now and my priorities have definitely changed. My views on things have changed drastically on many differnt aspects like work, money, relationships, and mainly time management. Yeah... This year probably wasn't my best year for many reasons but I am pretty happy about how it turned out. This next year will probably be the best year of my life thus far.
I also recently have thought about a new strategy in spending money. Yeah yeah, those of you who know me know I am incredibly cheap and thrifty. Saving money has always been something that came to me naturally. Anyways, I thought about a new thing where I would spend money like I had it. I'm going to spend money like I have it because then I would be pressured to go out and make more. This is the exact sentence I said to my friend while buying beer at Ralphs which resulted in laughter, not only from her but from the cashier too. Maybe it sounds like a dumb idea, or actually is a dumb idea but I have reasons. First of all, don't get me wrong, I'm not going to be splurging on things and buying things I don't exactly need or spending money on expensive meals or anything of that nature. However, I am going to stop worrying about how I spend my money and start thinking about how I am going to make more. I can easily live off $400 a month (not including rent) with a lot of calculating and self control. I would just need to spend all my money on groceries and gas and rarely buy anything or go out. I have been doing this for 3 years. But I am constantly worrying about money and how much I am spending and it often affects my social life. Also it makes me really stingy. I would not consider myself greedy or selfish about money and neither would my friends but I understand being cheap is not exactly a great characteristic either. Also honestly, it causes a lot of stress. Buying things or going out without constantly thinking about how much you spent probably also makes whatever you paid for much more enjoyable. In addition, spending all my money makes a pretty great motivation for me to go out and find ways to get more. Legal ways, that is.
Today was a pretty awesome day for multiple reasons that I won't get into since I don't want to jinx anything, although now I am pretty happy with the way things are going. I started running more and finally timed my mile today. I ran it in 7 minutes and 40 seconds and ran a mile and a half in 11 minutes and 32 seconds. I wasn't really trying to get a hella good time or anything; I was more focused on actually finishing it without stopping. I guess a 7:40 is not that bad considering I almost never run. It's nothing compared to what I used to be able to run in high school though. But then again, I was probably like 40 pounds lighter. (all muscle... of course...) Haha. I miss those days where I would eat anything I wanted all the time. I think my mom went on vacation for two weeks one summer and all I ate was cheerios and vanilla ice cream (together). That shit was soooooo delicious. Kinda miss those days, although I really like how my life is going right now. I feel like I have matured so much in the past year, in so many different ways. Ever since like about like the 7th grade, I can remember girls calling me immature. I was probably lacking in manners and a lot of other stuff. But yeah... maturity was never one of my characteristics. Also I am the youngest in my family and always liked to hang out with older people so I guess I was always used to being the youngest. I got babied a lot actually, now that I think about it. Also honestly, I make a much better little bro than a big bro. Hahaha. Anyways, I think the past year is the most growing up I have ever done. I see so many things differently now and my priorities have definitely changed. My views on things have changed drastically on many differnt aspects like work, money, relationships, and mainly time management. Yeah... This year probably wasn't my best year for many reasons but I am pretty happy about how it turned out. This next year will probably be the best year of my life thus far.
I also recently have thought about a new strategy in spending money. Yeah yeah, those of you who know me know I am incredibly cheap and thrifty. Saving money has always been something that came to me naturally. Anyways, I thought about a new thing where I would spend money like I had it. I'm going to spend money like I have it because then I would be pressured to go out and make more. This is the exact sentence I said to my friend while buying beer at Ralphs which resulted in laughter, not only from her but from the cashier too. Maybe it sounds like a dumb idea, or actually is a dumb idea but I have reasons. First of all, don't get me wrong, I'm not going to be splurging on things and buying things I don't exactly need or spending money on expensive meals or anything of that nature. However, I am going to stop worrying about how I spend my money and start thinking about how I am going to make more. I can easily live off $400 a month (not including rent) with a lot of calculating and self control. I would just need to spend all my money on groceries and gas and rarely buy anything or go out. I have been doing this for 3 years. But I am constantly worrying about money and how much I am spending and it often affects my social life. Also it makes me really stingy. I would not consider myself greedy or selfish about money and neither would my friends but I understand being cheap is not exactly a great characteristic either. Also honestly, it causes a lot of stress. Buying things or going out without constantly thinking about how much you spent probably also makes whatever you paid for much more enjoyable. In addition, spending all my money makes a pretty great motivation for me to go out and find ways to get more. Legal ways, that is.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
new pet
So today while I was searching through my messy room for my watch, I saw this light green leaf on the corner of my bed, by the window, and for some reason got startled like I saw something out of place. I was feeling stupid for getting startled by a leaf, but then I noticed I am not stupid because the leaf was actually a praying mantis! It was huge. It was about 4 inches long and 2 inches tall. I have no idea how it got into my room. It was just chilling there with its hands up in the praying mantis pose. So I put it in a clear box and now it is my new pet. I am having some trouble naming it. So far I've thought of... Cyrus, The Magician, Theresa, and Slicer. None of them are really any good so if you got any ideas, let me know. Also, does anyone know how long a praying mantis can go without eating? I went outside to try to catch some crickets but those things stopped chirping every time I got close to them. It was pretty hard to find them so I gave up.
On another note, I have a serious sleeping problem. I have an incredibly hard time going to sleep before 4 AM. I am pretty sure it is not a physical problem but more so a mental one. I don't like to go to sleep because it is so incredibly boring. Just lying in bed in the dark is so lame. I always start to feel really restless and end up opening up my laptop and going on youtube or something. That lasts for about 25 minutes and then I would try to sleep again for maybe half an hour which would result in failure and then I would maybe be curious to see if anyone else was awake and open up my laptop again, continuing the cycle. Then I start to get mad at myself for not sleeping when it was 1 or 2 o'clock. If there was some way I could psychically do something or communicate with someone with my eyes closed, sleeping would be so much easier. I have tried a lot of things including drinking milk, reading, eating a lot, counting, taking benadryl, etc. Nothing really works except for the benadryl one. But then the next day you don't really feel as refreshed. Although I really do love that drowsy feeling. Taking benadryl before drinking is the best. Anyways, if ya got any good ideas about sleeping early, lemme know.
On another note, I have a serious sleeping problem. I have an incredibly hard time going to sleep before 4 AM. I am pretty sure it is not a physical problem but more so a mental one. I don't like to go to sleep because it is so incredibly boring. Just lying in bed in the dark is so lame. I always start to feel really restless and end up opening up my laptop and going on youtube or something. That lasts for about 25 minutes and then I would try to sleep again for maybe half an hour which would result in failure and then I would maybe be curious to see if anyone else was awake and open up my laptop again, continuing the cycle. Then I start to get mad at myself for not sleeping when it was 1 or 2 o'clock. If there was some way I could psychically do something or communicate with someone with my eyes closed, sleeping would be so much easier. I have tried a lot of things including drinking milk, reading, eating a lot, counting, taking benadryl, etc. Nothing really works except for the benadryl one. But then the next day you don't really feel as refreshed. Although I really do love that drowsy feeling. Taking benadryl before drinking is the best. Anyways, if ya got any good ideas about sleeping early, lemme know.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
sports
Yes, I bitched out of deactivating my facebook account. I originally posted in my blog that I was going to be deactivating it to avoid potential-employer-spying and because it was too time consuming. However, through sub-conscious embarrassment, I have drastically decreased the amount of times I check my facebook. Probably by like 90%. So I guess in the end, it all worked out. I would definitely not consider myself a facebook whore and can most likely live without it, but there are just too many convenient functions facebook has... as you all should already know.
Anyways, onwards to things about my life... I am currently taking three fire-tech classes at Santa Ana College (junior college) and will be taking three more, yes three more, classes at UCI. Upper division writing and two Chinese minor classes. Yes, I know, I already walked and did the whole graduation ceremony thing but I felt like I was going to miss the "college life" so I decided to save upper div writing for the fall and didn't take any classes in the summer and I wasn't planning on finishing my Chinese minor since I don't see much use for it, job-wise. However, now I just realized I probably will not miss college life THAT much and wish I took upper div writing in the summer. I am now finishing my minor since the price difference between part-time student and full-time student isn't really that large. Anyways, the point of me putting this on my blog is because I dont want you coming up to me on campus and saying "Didn't you graduate?" or "What are you doing here?" and making me feel like a retard. Although, I'm pretty sure that is still going to happen... a lot.
So while I was sitting in my fire class today, I realized something that I have thought about a while ago but never did anything about. I don't know shit about sports. Seriously, I don't. I don't even know enough to pretend like I do. Sometimes I can't even tell if the team they are talking about is football or baseball. The type of people taking fire classes, although very diverse, can still somewhat be generalized into one type of person, which is the macho, or wanna-be macho type of person. Apparently most of them really like talking about sports. I was sitting in the middle of class today during break and people were coming up to my table and we were just talking about a lot of random shit about the class and fire and whatever. And everyone was going blah blah blah and it was all cool and then all of a sudden they started talking about college football. I guess I am pretty used to not knowing shit when people talk about sports so I just do the usual which is smile and nod. So while I was smiling and nodding, even the teacher (who is a woman and also a batallion chief) comes over and starts yapping on about baseball or whatever. Then I realized, hmm... maybe it would be to my advantage to be able to hold a small conversation about sports. I mean, usually I don't really care and when people start trying to get me involved in the conversation I just tell them a team I "like" and try to throw out random facts I hear on the radio. I can't really tell, but I think it usually works. I don't really see myself trying to memorize the sports section anytime soon but perhaps I will start learning how to discriminate baseball and football teams.
On another note, I recently learned how to forward ports in my router and can now create Starcraft games. If anyone still has their CD... start playing again! I recently started playing again and damn, it is so fun. More people need to play so we can get in house games going. And no, I will never move on to Warcraft! Also if you want to learn how to do port forwarding visit www.portforward.com. Hmm... just realized these two topics don't go so well together in the sense of me trying to not sound nerdy. So, if you do not know me and are reading this... I just want to note that I am not nerdy. Or at least I am not that nerdy.
Anyways, onwards to things about my life... I am currently taking three fire-tech classes at Santa Ana College (junior college) and will be taking three more, yes three more, classes at UCI. Upper division writing and two Chinese minor classes. Yes, I know, I already walked and did the whole graduation ceremony thing but I felt like I was going to miss the "college life" so I decided to save upper div writing for the fall and didn't take any classes in the summer and I wasn't planning on finishing my Chinese minor since I don't see much use for it, job-wise. However, now I just realized I probably will not miss college life THAT much and wish I took upper div writing in the summer. I am now finishing my minor since the price difference between part-time student and full-time student isn't really that large. Anyways, the point of me putting this on my blog is because I dont want you coming up to me on campus and saying "Didn't you graduate?" or "What are you doing here?" and making me feel like a retard. Although, I'm pretty sure that is still going to happen... a lot.
So while I was sitting in my fire class today, I realized something that I have thought about a while ago but never did anything about. I don't know shit about sports. Seriously, I don't. I don't even know enough to pretend like I do. Sometimes I can't even tell if the team they are talking about is football or baseball. The type of people taking fire classes, although very diverse, can still somewhat be generalized into one type of person, which is the macho, or wanna-be macho type of person. Apparently most of them really like talking about sports. I was sitting in the middle of class today during break and people were coming up to my table and we were just talking about a lot of random shit about the class and fire and whatever. And everyone was going blah blah blah and it was all cool and then all of a sudden they started talking about college football. I guess I am pretty used to not knowing shit when people talk about sports so I just do the usual which is smile and nod. So while I was smiling and nodding, even the teacher (who is a woman and also a batallion chief) comes over and starts yapping on about baseball or whatever. Then I realized, hmm... maybe it would be to my advantage to be able to hold a small conversation about sports. I mean, usually I don't really care and when people start trying to get me involved in the conversation I just tell them a team I "like" and try to throw out random facts I hear on the radio. I can't really tell, but I think it usually works. I don't really see myself trying to memorize the sports section anytime soon but perhaps I will start learning how to discriminate baseball and football teams.
On another note, I recently learned how to forward ports in my router and can now create Starcraft games. If anyone still has their CD... start playing again! I recently started playing again and damn, it is so fun. More people need to play so we can get in house games going. And no, I will never move on to Warcraft! Also if you want to learn how to do port forwarding visit www.portforward.com. Hmm... just realized these two topics don't go so well together in the sense of me trying to not sound nerdy. So, if you do not know me and are reading this... I just want to note that I am not nerdy. Or at least I am not that nerdy.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
mail man
I hurt my wrist the other day. I can't tell if I injured it from lifting or typing but it hurts when I do either. I think I will just tell people I hurt it from lifting because that sounds a lot less gay. So this morning I was just sitting on the couch in my boxers watching T.V. when I heard the doorbell ring and someone knock on the door. I was pretty sure it was the post office guy dropping something off at the door. Yes, I was correct. So I opened the door in my boxers and bent down and picked up the package. Before I could close my front door, the post office guy yells from the sidewalk "HEY! Do you have a band-aid?" He had cut his knuckle while stuffing mail in our mailbox. I said yeah and went around the house looking for it. I haven't been home for a while so I forget where my mom keeps all the stuff but eventually I found the band-aids and also found some neosporin. When I went to give it to him, I noticed his other hand was full of mail and he didn't seem to be putting anything down so instinctively I just applied the neosporin on for him. The neosporin was some special neosporin or something because it also had "pain relief" and the cream was all white instead of clear and was hard to apply. I couldn't get the cream to break off from the opening of the tube so I had to use my other hand to apply it on his wound. First of all, it was already pretty awkward that I was even talking to him on my front doorstep half naked and now I was applying cream on his hand. I failed miserably at getting the neosporin on the cut so I decided to just apply it to the bandaid and then stick it on. So I unwrapped the band-aid and carefully put some neosporin on the white cotton part. I then carefully put the band aid on his extended hand while only touching the sticky parts with my fingers. I put so much neosporin on earlier that the bandaid wasn't even sticking it was just like gliding around on his hand. I asked him if he wanted another band-aid but I'm pretty sure he felt really awkward too and was just like "that's a lot that's a lot thank you thank you thank you" and left. I guess it isn't everyday you have a random naked guy put a band-aid on for you.
So this will be the last post in my blog that I will be posting up on facebook. I plan on deactivating my facebook when I return to Irvine just so I will stop wasting time and potential employers can't spy on me. So if you have a blog, add me as a friend or however that works. I'm still a bit confused on how people do all that stuff with their blogs but yeah. I am a blog noob. Anyways I am going to stop typing now since I hurt my wrist from lifting the other day.
So this will be the last post in my blog that I will be posting up on facebook. I plan on deactivating my facebook when I return to Irvine just so I will stop wasting time and potential employers can't spy on me. So if you have a blog, add me as a friend or however that works. I'm still a bit confused on how people do all that stuff with their blogs but yeah. I am a blog noob. Anyways I am going to stop typing now since I hurt my wrist from lifting the other day.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Crossfit
For those of you who have noticed, yes I have been posting a lot more in my blog. It is because I have been in Norcal, home alone with not much to do. Even though nobody I really talk to is back in Fremont, I have not exactly been that bored here.
So I got a one month pass to this gym in Milpitas called Milpitas fitness. It is kind of different from other gyms I've been in. It is a bit more hardcore, doesn't have as many decorations and it's workers are hell of a lot less anal. They pretty much just asked for my name in order to get the month pass, where as 24 hour fitness would ID you, sit you down and talk to you for about 30 minutes. Anyways, there is one section of the gym which is dedicated to Crossfit training. I have briefly heard about Crossfit before but didn't know anything about it. I peeked into the class several times on numerous occasions while I was lifting and really liked what I saw. It seemed like they did a shit load of powerlifting and compound lifts in a very high intensity environment. Everyone that I saw walk out of the class was completely drenched in sweat. They also kept their music blasting at all times. Intrigued, I went over and asked the instructor if I could try the class out. He was extremely nice and gave me his number to schedule a time.
I contacted him and came in the next day. I was under the impression he would be re-teaching me the basics of power lifting (which is what I wanted) but I guess he had something else in mind. When I entered the weight room, everyone immediately introduced themselves to me. Some people seriously formed a line to shake my hand. They were incredibly friendly and I felt very welcomed. Apparently that day they were doing something different. They were doing this workout which I guess was kind of like a competition. It was a circuit of five different exercises which consisted of the push press, rowing, throwing this big ass ball in the air, high pull (I think), and box jumping. Each exercise lasts one minute and you try to do as many reps as you can do in that time and then immediately switch to the next exercise. After you complete all five exercises, you rest for a minute and you do it again. You are finished after three rounds. I am well aware that I have only been training for strength this past year and have not focused much on endurance. Three rounds sounded like a lot to me but I figured the weights were not exactly super heavy and it should be fairly easy for me to complete.
They broke us off into pairs. Your partner is responsible for counting the number of reps you did for each exercise and writing it down. I was paired up with a guy named Reagan. He looked relatively fit. The instructor told him to go first so I could see how everything is done. I counted enthusiastically for every rep Reagan did and tried to give him encouraging comments. Such as... "You can do it!" and "You're almost there!" I tried not to use his name because I wasn't 100% sure it was Reagan. Anyways, in my head I was thinking, "damn this guy is not really listening to me... he seems to be slowing down I wonder why he isn't giving it his all... when it is my turn I will surely do this faster..." Boy, was I wrong. Holy fucking shit, that shit was so fucking tiring.
I started out pretty good... for about the first 30 seconds. Then I realized oh.... shit this is going to be tiring. I began to pace myself and finished the first round with a relatively good score. Don't get me wrong, I still felt like dying and looked like I just took a shower. The second round was not as good. I realized I was nearing my limit and understood why Reagan was ignoring me when he was doing it. You are so tired and concentrated you don't have time to say anything. That shit is a lot easier when you're just watching. Anyways I pushed through the rest of it with Reagan's words of encouragement. In the second round, I scored about 60% of what I scored in the first. While I was sitting there heaving during the sixty second break, Reagan showed me my scores and politely yelled at me, telling me I better not decrease that much in the third round. I then pushed through the third round doing better, slightly improving from my previous score. When the final timer bell rang I had to try my best to not collapse on the floor. Definitely did not want to look like a bitch on my first day. Note, there are a lot of chicks in this class. I would say at least half of the class is made up of girls. Incredibly strong girls.
The instructor came up to me and said I got a pretty good score for my first time. I was not sure if he was just saying that. Either way, I was feeling so great from finishing it. My head was seriously spinning and my vision was a bit blurry but I was all smiles. Everybody in that class was so friendly and the environment was so intense. I was really hooked. I wish I didn't have to go back to Irvine just so I could enroll in the class. I was just sitting there and looking at everyone else who also looked incredibly tired but incredibly happy. I didn't feel the awkwardness you feel when first meeting a group of strangers at all.
I really really liked this Crossfit class. Apparently it is actually a really big thing and they have a lot of classes all over. I plan on signing up for one in Irvine if I get hired for that SAT job I was talking about. I don't think it will really get you that huge, but will definitely increase core strength and endurance. Also it seems like a great way to make friends. If anyone in the Irvine area is also interested in signing up, let me know! (girls can do it too)
So I got a one month pass to this gym in Milpitas called Milpitas fitness. It is kind of different from other gyms I've been in. It is a bit more hardcore, doesn't have as many decorations and it's workers are hell of a lot less anal. They pretty much just asked for my name in order to get the month pass, where as 24 hour fitness would ID you, sit you down and talk to you for about 30 minutes. Anyways, there is one section of the gym which is dedicated to Crossfit training. I have briefly heard about Crossfit before but didn't know anything about it. I peeked into the class several times on numerous occasions while I was lifting and really liked what I saw. It seemed like they did a shit load of powerlifting and compound lifts in a very high intensity environment. Everyone that I saw walk out of the class was completely drenched in sweat. They also kept their music blasting at all times. Intrigued, I went over and asked the instructor if I could try the class out. He was extremely nice and gave me his number to schedule a time.
I contacted him and came in the next day. I was under the impression he would be re-teaching me the basics of power lifting (which is what I wanted) but I guess he had something else in mind. When I entered the weight room, everyone immediately introduced themselves to me. Some people seriously formed a line to shake my hand. They were incredibly friendly and I felt very welcomed. Apparently that day they were doing something different. They were doing this workout which I guess was kind of like a competition. It was a circuit of five different exercises which consisted of the push press, rowing, throwing this big ass ball in the air, high pull (I think), and box jumping. Each exercise lasts one minute and you try to do as many reps as you can do in that time and then immediately switch to the next exercise. After you complete all five exercises, you rest for a minute and you do it again. You are finished after three rounds. I am well aware that I have only been training for strength this past year and have not focused much on endurance. Three rounds sounded like a lot to me but I figured the weights were not exactly super heavy and it should be fairly easy for me to complete.
They broke us off into pairs. Your partner is responsible for counting the number of reps you did for each exercise and writing it down. I was paired up with a guy named Reagan. He looked relatively fit. The instructor told him to go first so I could see how everything is done. I counted enthusiastically for every rep Reagan did and tried to give him encouraging comments. Such as... "You can do it!" and "You're almost there!" I tried not to use his name because I wasn't 100% sure it was Reagan. Anyways, in my head I was thinking, "damn this guy is not really listening to me... he seems to be slowing down I wonder why he isn't giving it his all... when it is my turn I will surely do this faster..." Boy, was I wrong. Holy fucking shit, that shit was so fucking tiring.
I started out pretty good... for about the first 30 seconds. Then I realized oh.... shit this is going to be tiring. I began to pace myself and finished the first round with a relatively good score. Don't get me wrong, I still felt like dying and looked like I just took a shower. The second round was not as good. I realized I was nearing my limit and understood why Reagan was ignoring me when he was doing it. You are so tired and concentrated you don't have time to say anything. That shit is a lot easier when you're just watching. Anyways I pushed through the rest of it with Reagan's words of encouragement. In the second round, I scored about 60% of what I scored in the first. While I was sitting there heaving during the sixty second break, Reagan showed me my scores and politely yelled at me, telling me I better not decrease that much in the third round. I then pushed through the third round doing better, slightly improving from my previous score. When the final timer bell rang I had to try my best to not collapse on the floor. Definitely did not want to look like a bitch on my first day. Note, there are a lot of chicks in this class. I would say at least half of the class is made up of girls. Incredibly strong girls.
The instructor came up to me and said I got a pretty good score for my first time. I was not sure if he was just saying that. Either way, I was feeling so great from finishing it. My head was seriously spinning and my vision was a bit blurry but I was all smiles. Everybody in that class was so friendly and the environment was so intense. I was really hooked. I wish I didn't have to go back to Irvine just so I could enroll in the class. I was just sitting there and looking at everyone else who also looked incredibly tired but incredibly happy. I didn't feel the awkwardness you feel when first meeting a group of strangers at all.
I really really liked this Crossfit class. Apparently it is actually a really big thing and they have a lot of classes all over. I plan on signing up for one in Irvine if I get hired for that SAT job I was talking about. I don't think it will really get you that huge, but will definitely increase core strength and endurance. Also it seems like a great way to make friends. If anyone in the Irvine area is also interested in signing up, let me know! (girls can do it too)
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Hu Nan
I went to visit my grandparents in San Jose today. I particularly like visiting my paternal grandparents because my grandpa always acts like it is a big deal when I come home. Anyways he called me yesterday because he wanted me to drive them to a BBQ an association was hosting. The association is made up of people who were originally from Hu-nan province and now live in the San Jose area. Apparently 我是湖南人. The BBQ is comprised of a lot of random people, however, I am quite familiar with how these Chinese get-togethers made up of strangers work. I've been to a few in the past.
Now let me tell you something about Chinese people in large groups, especially old Chinese people in large groups. They don't really like to wait in line for food and they really will crowd you if you give them the chance. Personal space is not a big deal. So I was standing there with a plastic plate waiting my turn while people kept passing me up. I'm cool with it because I don't want to seem really eager to eat and when you let someone go in front of you everyone will go in front of you. You can't show any weakness with these people. Haha just kidding. On another note about Chinese BBQs, the last Chinese BBQ I attended was for my father's school reunion. It was similar to this one, just that they had a keg. So basically... Chinese people cant drink... and they also like free shit... I think its easy to guess what happend at the end of the BBQ. The keg was still full and people were crowding around and filling up water bottles with beer so they can take them home. No, I am not making this up.
Anyways, eventually I got to the food and was mainly interested in the meat. They had a whole plate of BBQ chicken legs but every single piece was black as shit. They were so incredibly burnt I actually started laughing out loud. Everyone was walking around with a burnt ass piece of meat on their plate. It was incredibly funny. So after I ate my burnt drumstick I went over to the people who were bar-be-que-ing and waited for some Korean BBQ ribs. Watching them cook was kind of painful. One guy kept flipping the thing like every 30 seconds and I watched like three of them burn while I was next in line. Anyways, I got my meat and went back and sat with my grandparents. My grandma insisted I wore her straw sun hat becasue I was sitting in the sun. She took off her own hat and put it on my head and then she got out a little wooden thing which was like a lot of wooden pieces attached to a hinge which turns into a hat. So now the three of us are sitting at the picnic table eating korean bbq and wearing sun hats.
The meat is hard to eat with just a plastic fork. My grandma goes into her purse, pulls out a paper envelope, opens it and then pulls out a piece of wood and a metal knife and begins to cut the meat using the wood as a cutting board. I thought this was hilarious. Apparently she has been to a few bbqs in the past also. She says her teeth are not good enough to tear the meat. We eat the meat and my grandma talks about how bad the people who were cooking the meat were. I agreed. I thought it was really funny because usually when I talk to my grandma we have two separate conversations because she is hard of hearing. I would say something to her and she would say something totally different and then I would try to tell her again and she would respond as if I had said something else. Eventually it would be so far off I would just nod and smile to her. Later my grandma surprised me again when the Hu-nan Chinese Association moved onto the next part of their picnic celebration. The entertainment. So they had this lady up there singing some song in the old Chinese style with a megaphone. My god it was fucking horrible. Not only that, the song lasted like 10 minutes. My grandma came up behind me and whispered in my ear something which roughly translates into "Wow she fucking sucks!" Just kidding, she just said that she sings really bad, but I thought it was funny that she had even said that. Hanging out with my grandparents was actually really fun. It was funny seeing how excited my grandpa got when he got lei'd for being one of the oldest members there. He got over excited and went up before they even got to his age bracket. All and all, it was a good Sunday.
So while I was writing this post, I was watching TV and someone lost my remote and it is stuck on MTV. I think "Daddy's Girls" is the only show where I look forward to when the commercials come on.
Now let me tell you something about Chinese people in large groups, especially old Chinese people in large groups. They don't really like to wait in line for food and they really will crowd you if you give them the chance. Personal space is not a big deal. So I was standing there with a plastic plate waiting my turn while people kept passing me up. I'm cool with it because I don't want to seem really eager to eat and when you let someone go in front of you everyone will go in front of you. You can't show any weakness with these people. Haha just kidding. On another note about Chinese BBQs, the last Chinese BBQ I attended was for my father's school reunion. It was similar to this one, just that they had a keg. So basically... Chinese people cant drink... and they also like free shit... I think its easy to guess what happend at the end of the BBQ. The keg was still full and people were crowding around and filling up water bottles with beer so they can take them home. No, I am not making this up.
Anyways, eventually I got to the food and was mainly interested in the meat. They had a whole plate of BBQ chicken legs but every single piece was black as shit. They were so incredibly burnt I actually started laughing out loud. Everyone was walking around with a burnt ass piece of meat on their plate. It was incredibly funny. So after I ate my burnt drumstick I went over to the people who were bar-be-que-ing and waited for some Korean BBQ ribs. Watching them cook was kind of painful. One guy kept flipping the thing like every 30 seconds and I watched like three of them burn while I was next in line. Anyways, I got my meat and went back and sat with my grandparents. My grandma insisted I wore her straw sun hat becasue I was sitting in the sun. She took off her own hat and put it on my head and then she got out a little wooden thing which was like a lot of wooden pieces attached to a hinge which turns into a hat. So now the three of us are sitting at the picnic table eating korean bbq and wearing sun hats.
The meat is hard to eat with just a plastic fork. My grandma goes into her purse, pulls out a paper envelope, opens it and then pulls out a piece of wood and a metal knife and begins to cut the meat using the wood as a cutting board. I thought this was hilarious. Apparently she has been to a few bbqs in the past also. She says her teeth are not good enough to tear the meat. We eat the meat and my grandma talks about how bad the people who were cooking the meat were. I agreed. I thought it was really funny because usually when I talk to my grandma we have two separate conversations because she is hard of hearing. I would say something to her and she would say something totally different and then I would try to tell her again and she would respond as if I had said something else. Eventually it would be so far off I would just nod and smile to her. Later my grandma surprised me again when the Hu-nan Chinese Association moved onto the next part of their picnic celebration. The entertainment. So they had this lady up there singing some song in the old Chinese style with a megaphone. My god it was fucking horrible. Not only that, the song lasted like 10 minutes. My grandma came up behind me and whispered in my ear something which roughly translates into "Wow she fucking sucks!" Just kidding, she just said that she sings really bad, but I thought it was funny that she had even said that. Hanging out with my grandparents was actually really fun. It was funny seeing how excited my grandpa got when he got lei'd for being one of the oldest members there. He got over excited and went up before they even got to his age bracket. All and all, it was a good Sunday.
So while I was writing this post, I was watching TV and someone lost my remote and it is stuck on MTV. I think "Daddy's Girls" is the only show where I look forward to when the commercials come on.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
ride-along
So I guess this post will be part 2 of my post from yesterday.
I woke up this morning kind of like how a kid would wake up on Christmas day (to a lesser extent of course). My reticular formation really snapped me into action. I opened my eyes and instantly sat up 15 minutes before my alarm even rang, immediately grabbed my phone and called Captain Place, the captain I talked about earlier. Despite only sleeping 3 hours, I felt relatively energized. Place double checked his schedule and said it was cool for me to come in today.
Long story short, I was probably at the station for about seven hours and they didn't get a single call. Well actually the engine (the truck that has all the hoses and water) got two calls while I was out on the truck (the truck that has all the ladders and other shit). Even though I didn't get to see them help anyone, I still had a great time. I got to ride in two different fire trucks around town and got to see what firefighters do at the station. Also, it feels pretty awesome riding in a firetruck just to run errands. Everyday, they play a game which involves cards and dice to see who is cooking dinner for the night. Everyone chips in some cash and the loser goes to Costco or another grocery store and buys the groceries around lunch time. It just so happened that they had free coupons to Chipotle today too, so I got a free burrito for lunch, SWEET. It was also pretty cool just to walk around Costco with them and see how many people wave at them. One of the firefighters I was with said "The difference between us and cops is that people wave at us with all five fingers." Haha, I thought that was pretty funny. Spending the day at the fire station was definitely a great experience. I got to see the more social aspect of the job. Hopefully I can go back on Thursday and see some actual cool shit.
In other news, that neck pain I was talking about earlier has reduced drastically. I am definitely pretty happy about that. The only problem is I now naturally tilt my head to the side for some reason and apparently it bothers my parents a lot. My dad keeps pushing my head into position every 5 minutes. I also got a really strange weird haircut the other day. Apparently the lady was able to correctly see that I have no sense of style and decided to cut my hair the way she thought would look best. For some reason she didn't cut the top of my hair any shorter and just kept using those scissors that thin your hair out. So now my hair is very thin and the length of my hair varies dramatically. It is like I have a regular hair length and then I have a scarce number of other hairs that stick up far above. Don't really know how else to describe it. And me, not really knowing what's suppose to look good and what's not, didn't say anything to her about it. I thought it was cool until I came home and my mom was like what the hell? Haha.. oh well.
I woke up this morning kind of like how a kid would wake up on Christmas day (to a lesser extent of course). My reticular formation really snapped me into action. I opened my eyes and instantly sat up 15 minutes before my alarm even rang, immediately grabbed my phone and called Captain Place, the captain I talked about earlier. Despite only sleeping 3 hours, I felt relatively energized. Place double checked his schedule and said it was cool for me to come in today.
Long story short, I was probably at the station for about seven hours and they didn't get a single call. Well actually the engine (the truck that has all the hoses and water) got two calls while I was out on the truck (the truck that has all the ladders and other shit). Even though I didn't get to see them help anyone, I still had a great time. I got to ride in two different fire trucks around town and got to see what firefighters do at the station. Also, it feels pretty awesome riding in a firetruck just to run errands. Everyday, they play a game which involves cards and dice to see who is cooking dinner for the night. Everyone chips in some cash and the loser goes to Costco or another grocery store and buys the groceries around lunch time. It just so happened that they had free coupons to Chipotle today too, so I got a free burrito for lunch, SWEET. It was also pretty cool just to walk around Costco with them and see how many people wave at them. One of the firefighters I was with said "The difference between us and cops is that people wave at us with all five fingers." Haha, I thought that was pretty funny. Spending the day at the fire station was definitely a great experience. I got to see the more social aspect of the job. Hopefully I can go back on Thursday and see some actual cool shit.
In other news, that neck pain I was talking about earlier has reduced drastically. I am definitely pretty happy about that. The only problem is I now naturally tilt my head to the side for some reason and apparently it bothers my parents a lot. My dad keeps pushing my head into position every 5 minutes. I also got a really strange weird haircut the other day. Apparently the lady was able to correctly see that I have no sense of style and decided to cut my hair the way she thought would look best. For some reason she didn't cut the top of my hair any shorter and just kept using those scissors that thin your hair out. So now my hair is very thin and the length of my hair varies dramatically. It is like I have a regular hair length and then I have a scarce number of other hairs that stick up far above. Don't really know how else to describe it. And me, not really knowing what's suppose to look good and what's not, didn't say anything to her about it. I thought it was cool until I came home and my mom was like what the hell? Haha.. oh well.
making it up as I go along
Well. I just spent about 20 minutes reading blogs of friends of friends or other people I don't know. People put a lot of personal stuff on their blogs. I guess it is kind of interesting to read what people are doing in their lives even if I don't know them.
So my dad asked me a few days ago if I would want to work in Washington (the state). He says he has a friend who is starting a business over there. It was just an idea and nothing is even close to happening yet but I kind of surprised myself when I said yes. I always thought I would want to stay in Irvine after graduation but I don't think I really do. Yes, I will miss you all and everything but I really want to go out and do new things and explore new places. I think even living in Fremont now would be kind of new. By the way, you will never guess how much firefighters make here. Starting salary is $92,000.
I have a ride along with the Fremont Fire Department tomorrow and I am very excited. It is like 5 AM and I can't fall asleep. When I went over there to ask about the necessary paperwork to get the ride along, the captain sat me down and talked to me for about 45 minutes. He talked to me for so long I kind of didn't even want to talk to him anymore. I mean he was incredibly nice and I got a better feel about his department but damn, I thought the visit would have lasted about 3 minutes. I guess it was a very pleasant surprise. I can't wait to ride in the fire truck tomorrow. Or actually.... in 4 hours.
Anyways, in other news in the life of me, I hurt my neck lifting some how. I am now unable to turn my head to the left. It is incredibly painful but I have high hopes it will get better soon. I hope tomorrow they don't ask me to do anything super physical where I will look like a bitch if my neck gets in the way. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to man it up for a day. Not to be selfish, but god I really hope there is a fire tomorrow. Maybe they will let me pull hose for them.
I have also made another life changing decision today. Haha... not really. I will most likely be deactivating my facebook account. It takes up too much of my time and I don't want potential employers to be looking at it. Especially if I am trying to get hired by a fire department (even though that will be in forever). I mean they make you log in for them and then look at all pictures, friends, etc. Also I think it will help me stay focused on my dreams and goals. I recently bought a composition notebook where I planned to write all my goals for the day or errands I wished to complete. It seemed like a great idea but I only did it for one day. Maybe I will start that up again soon. It makes you feel very accomplished at the end of the day.
Anyways, I guess this post wasn't really funny or entertaining to read. I probably wont have many of these bland posts. I try to make most entries more interesting to read. I actually kind of really like writing now. Not gonna lie... hahaha.
So my dad asked me a few days ago if I would want to work in Washington (the state). He says he has a friend who is starting a business over there. It was just an idea and nothing is even close to happening yet but I kind of surprised myself when I said yes. I always thought I would want to stay in Irvine after graduation but I don't think I really do. Yes, I will miss you all and everything but I really want to go out and do new things and explore new places. I think even living in Fremont now would be kind of new. By the way, you will never guess how much firefighters make here. Starting salary is $92,000.
I have a ride along with the Fremont Fire Department tomorrow and I am very excited. It is like 5 AM and I can't fall asleep. When I went over there to ask about the necessary paperwork to get the ride along, the captain sat me down and talked to me for about 45 minutes. He talked to me for so long I kind of didn't even want to talk to him anymore. I mean he was incredibly nice and I got a better feel about his department but damn, I thought the visit would have lasted about 3 minutes. I guess it was a very pleasant surprise. I can't wait to ride in the fire truck tomorrow. Or actually.... in 4 hours.
Anyways, in other news in the life of me, I hurt my neck lifting some how. I am now unable to turn my head to the left. It is incredibly painful but I have high hopes it will get better soon. I hope tomorrow they don't ask me to do anything super physical where I will look like a bitch if my neck gets in the way. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to man it up for a day. Not to be selfish, but god I really hope there is a fire tomorrow. Maybe they will let me pull hose for them.
I have also made another life changing decision today. Haha... not really. I will most likely be deactivating my facebook account. It takes up too much of my time and I don't want potential employers to be looking at it. Especially if I am trying to get hired by a fire department (even though that will be in forever). I mean they make you log in for them and then look at all pictures, friends, etc. Also I think it will help me stay focused on my dreams and goals. I recently bought a composition notebook where I planned to write all my goals for the day or errands I wished to complete. It seemed like a great idea but I only did it for one day. Maybe I will start that up again soon. It makes you feel very accomplished at the end of the day.
Anyways, I guess this post wasn't really funny or entertaining to read. I probably wont have many of these bland posts. I try to make most entries more interesting to read. I actually kind of really like writing now. Not gonna lie... hahaha.
Monday, August 10, 2009
un-productivity
So I realized an easy way to increase my productivity yesterday. It came to me while I was lying in bed unable to fall asleep since I slept at 6 am the night before (doing nothing). Oops, I didn't mean to confuse you when I said I found a way to increase my productivity; it is more like I found a way to decrease the amount of time I waste. So in the past I have tried numerous ways to stop myself from wasting time, such as not going online every other day or not going online before 10pm or other ideas which involved not going online that didn't work. Between facebook, youtube, surfthechannel, wikipedia, google, aim and porn, I can easily waste many hours on my laptop accomplishing nothing that is really in the best interest of my long term future.
Almost all of the time I spend in my room, I spend lying flat on my bed, face up with my laptop resting on my chin while typing with my 4 fingers and balancing the laptop with my thumbs.
I know it sounds a little complicated but I have already concluded, after much testing, that it is the most comfortable way to watch youtube videos. So anyways the bright idea I came up with was this: don't use your laptop when you're on your bed. YES, I am a genius. It's actually worked pretty well for the 1 day I've used it. Pretty much whenever I am bored I tend to naturally grab my laptop without thinking, open it and log into facebook or aim or whatever. And usually when I am really bored on my computer, I instant message people on aim or facebook chat who I rarely talk to and try to force a conversation. Usually it is entertaining for about five minutes until we run out of things to talk about and then I remember why I rarely talk to that person. By the way if I have randomly messaged you recently, this does not mean I do not like talking to you. But by being forced out of bed in order to use my laptop, it cuts down internet usage a good percentage, maybe up to 50% even!
So on another note, I almost finally got a job tutoring an SAT1 math class. I just had my second interview today where I had to pretend to teach a 30 year old Chinese lady how to do algebra problems while she graded me on my teaching skills. I was kind of nervous but I think it went relatively well. I don't want to get too excited just in case I don't get hired. I tend to have the problem where I count my chickens before they hatch. I was planning to have made over a thousand dollars in the month of July from that Korean summer camp job but look how that turned out. I was telling my dad I was going to be paying my own rent from now on and everything too. Ha, I haven't even received my check for those three short days I worked yet. I ended up losing money at that job. Damn, kids! Anyways, hopefully I will get this job and will be less financially reliant on good ol' dad. I am also very happy that this place is a Chinese place and not a Korean place. There's no question people are nicer to their own kind. I remember when the new boss man called me for an interview, I was having a hard time discriminating whether his accent was Korean or Chinese. His last name was also Chu, not exactly a predominately Chinese or Korean name. And when I was sitting in the lobby waiting for him to show up for the interview, I couldn't tell if the kids around me were Chinese or Korean either. I frantically looked around and THANK GOD! I saw a paper with some Chinese on it. Not that I don't like being called Aur-burt all day, but I am particularly good at sucking up to Chinese parents. Actually I am very good; it might even be one of my top 5 skills. (Yes, I don't have many great skills). Anyways I am still looking for more hours to work if people are willing to hire me though, maybe something that is more related to my major. If anyone knows anyone... you know who to tell.
(me)
Almost all of the time I spend in my room, I spend lying flat on my bed, face up with my laptop resting on my chin while typing with my 4 fingers and balancing the laptop with my thumbs.
I know it sounds a little complicated but I have already concluded, after much testing, that it is the most comfortable way to watch youtube videos. So anyways the bright idea I came up with was this: don't use your laptop when you're on your bed. YES, I am a genius. It's actually worked pretty well for the 1 day I've used it. Pretty much whenever I am bored I tend to naturally grab my laptop without thinking, open it and log into facebook or aim or whatever. And usually when I am really bored on my computer, I instant message people on aim or facebook chat who I rarely talk to and try to force a conversation. Usually it is entertaining for about five minutes until we run out of things to talk about and then I remember why I rarely talk to that person. By the way if I have randomly messaged you recently, this does not mean I do not like talking to you. But by being forced out of bed in order to use my laptop, it cuts down internet usage a good percentage, maybe up to 50% even!
So on another note, I almost finally got a job tutoring an SAT1 math class. I just had my second interview today where I had to pretend to teach a 30 year old Chinese lady how to do algebra problems while she graded me on my teaching skills. I was kind of nervous but I think it went relatively well. I don't want to get too excited just in case I don't get hired. I tend to have the problem where I count my chickens before they hatch. I was planning to have made over a thousand dollars in the month of July from that Korean summer camp job but look how that turned out. I was telling my dad I was going to be paying my own rent from now on and everything too. Ha, I haven't even received my check for those three short days I worked yet. I ended up losing money at that job. Damn, kids! Anyways, hopefully I will get this job and will be less financially reliant on good ol' dad. I am also very happy that this place is a Chinese place and not a Korean place. There's no question people are nicer to their own kind. I remember when the new boss man called me for an interview, I was having a hard time discriminating whether his accent was Korean or Chinese. His last name was also Chu, not exactly a predominately Chinese or Korean name. And when I was sitting in the lobby waiting for him to show up for the interview, I couldn't tell if the kids around me were Chinese or Korean either. I frantically looked around and THANK GOD! I saw a paper with some Chinese on it. Not that I don't like being called Aur-burt all day, but I am particularly good at sucking up to Chinese parents. Actually I am very good; it might even be one of my top 5 skills. (Yes, I don't have many great skills). Anyways I am still looking for more hours to work if people are willing to hire me though, maybe something that is more related to my major. If anyone knows anyone... you know who to tell.
(me)
Sunday, August 2, 2009
soliciting
So on my quest to find a new part time job, I came across a posting on Craigslist which was titled "LOVE YOUR JOB AGAIN!" Wow. It looked very intriguing. It was posted by a chiropractic firm that was looking for more customers. Basically the job description was noted as a marketing job where you would go out to places around Irvine and get people to fill out surveys and give them a coupon for a free session and massage or something. Anyways, I went to the interview which pretty much was just me sitting there with 3 or 4 other young people and one really annoying old woman listening to the doctor give us a deeper description of the job. As he described it further (with many many suck-up comment interruptions from the old woman) the job sounded more and more like soliciting. At the end of his speech, the doctor basically said that it was actually a working interview, and now he wanted us to all go out and solicit for an hour and he will pay us for the hour when we return. Then the old woman asked some more ass kissing questions and we each got a stack of gift certificates and left. The gift certificates have a tear off section where the person is suppose to write down their name and number so I can call them later and harass them to come in for the free session.
Anyways, the whole time I was listening to this job description I was thinking to myself "Wow, I'm probably going to be really good at this" and "Wow, I am probably going to get hired and that old lady isn't" and "Wow, this lady is really fucking old." I based these thoughts on the fact that I have spent my last three years in college rushing people for LTD's and I have gotten pretty damn good at it. I have also mastered the art of flyering and faking interest in people I talk to. This job is going to be pretty much the same thing.
After I got the gift certificates and left the chiropractic office, I debated on whether or not I should do this job legitimately. I figured since I almost never do anything legitimately, I would try it for once. So I went over to The District in my dress shirt and tie and stood outside Target holding large neon green coupons. Immediately I realized I had a problem. Talking to Asian kids about joining a fraternity is nothing like talking to middle age white women about getting a free chiropractic massage. I'm not even that great at talking to white people my age, let alone old white people.
So I was standing awkwardly outside Target in my shirt and tie (while sweating), trying to convince people to give me their phone number in return for a free massage coupon. Needless to say, I was very nervous. I probably let a pretty good amount of people pass by before I was able to even open my mouth, and all I was able to say to these two older women was "Hello! How are you!" They said hello back and walked past. YES! Improvement! After about 15 more minutes of letting people pass by me without talking to them, I concluded that this is a really stupid job and went home. During that time span, I was able to give out one coupon without getting her number and got rejected once. On the drive home I was feeling kind of down because I realized I actually suck at talking to strangers which was something I thought I was relatively good at. I didn't even go back to the chiropractic office to get my money since I was embarrassed I didn't get any numbers. So I only slept for 4 hours that night, wasted about 2 hours on the interview and sweated a lot in my only good dress shirt (which I don't wash often), just so I could find out that I suck at talking to strangers. Not the best morning to have.
But then I took a nap realized I will probably never have to get a stranger's number in exchange for a free chiropractic message coupon ever in my life again. So its cool.
HAGS
Anyways, the whole time I was listening to this job description I was thinking to myself "Wow, I'm probably going to be really good at this" and "Wow, I am probably going to get hired and that old lady isn't" and "Wow, this lady is really fucking old." I based these thoughts on the fact that I have spent my last three years in college rushing people for LTD's and I have gotten pretty damn good at it. I have also mastered the art of flyering and faking interest in people I talk to. This job is going to be pretty much the same thing.
After I got the gift certificates and left the chiropractic office, I debated on whether or not I should do this job legitimately. I figured since I almost never do anything legitimately, I would try it for once. So I went over to The District in my dress shirt and tie and stood outside Target holding large neon green coupons. Immediately I realized I had a problem. Talking to Asian kids about joining a fraternity is nothing like talking to middle age white women about getting a free chiropractic massage. I'm not even that great at talking to white people my age, let alone old white people.
So I was standing awkwardly outside Target in my shirt and tie (while sweating), trying to convince people to give me their phone number in return for a free massage coupon. Needless to say, I was very nervous. I probably let a pretty good amount of people pass by before I was able to even open my mouth, and all I was able to say to these two older women was "Hello! How are you!" They said hello back and walked past. YES! Improvement! After about 15 more minutes of letting people pass by me without talking to them, I concluded that this is a really stupid job and went home. During that time span, I was able to give out one coupon without getting her number and got rejected once. On the drive home I was feeling kind of down because I realized I actually suck at talking to strangers which was something I thought I was relatively good at. I didn't even go back to the chiropractic office to get my money since I was embarrassed I didn't get any numbers. So I only slept for 4 hours that night, wasted about 2 hours on the interview and sweated a lot in my only good dress shirt (which I don't wash often), just so I could find out that I suck at talking to strangers. Not the best morning to have.
But then I took a nap realized I will probably never have to get a stranger's number in exchange for a free chiropractic message coupon ever in my life again. So its cool.
HAGS
Saturday, July 18, 2009
NEW
Well... nothing much has changed since I posted my last post. I am still jobless and still waste a lot of time doing nothing, however, I am no longer doing nothing at Jason's apartment; I am now doing nothing in my own apartment! Gotta admit, that is a slight improvement. Anyways I've been very happy lately and I don't really know why. For the last couple of weeks I have been feeling extra good about myself... even though I'm still fat, got a lot weaker, haven't found a job yet and still can't pay my own rent. It is like I got a new surge of confidence or something and god damn it feels great! I think the key to having a good day is to wake up think happy thoughts and then just smile and hold it for about three minutes and then try to smile as much as possible at people throughout the day. If you hold a smile you will naturally become happier. Try it for like 45 seconds! Right now!
NOW!
Anyways, one thing that I haven't been doing that I have talked about doing forever is running. During spring quarter I was always thinking to myself like, "yeah in the summer I'm going to have so much time, and I'm gonna run and stuff and get hella ripped and do this and do that..." Now I have all this time and I haven't really done anything to improve my health. Every day I'm always thinking "yeah I will run tomorrow" but it never happens. Want to know why? Because running sucks. Running sucks so bad. God damn I hate running. Haha...yeeeeeah... I will start running soon.
Do you know what else I need to start doing more and possibly better? Lifting. Yeah, I haven't really been going to the gym that much either. Summer definitely threw my schedule off. After finals week and then that damn family trip around midwest America and then the moving and the throbbing headaches from lifting, I have kind of lost my enthusiasm to lift. Well... maybe not my enthusiasm but definitely my intensity. Also losing my training partner didn't help either. (miss you buddy) But anyways no, I am not whining without reason and I will be getting back into it soon. I was just building up to my newest topic of discussion which is (not that interesting)... Not being able to lift as much as you had in the past is a horrible feeling. It's probably one of the top three horrible feelings I can think off the top of my head right now. Which are: 1. going to the casino and losing a lot of money, 2. going to the pier for 6 hours and not catching any fish and 3. going to the gym and realizing you are weaker than your past self.
Yea knowing that you used to be better at something than you are now is just a horrible feeling. If I were ever to go back in time and meet myself in the past, I would definitely want to be capable of kicking my own ass. Also, If my future self came back in time and saw me, I would probably not be very happy knowing that my present self can punk on my future self. Just some things to think about. Anyways, I think we should all strive for improvement everyday. I am not just talking about getting stronger in the gym but pretty much at everything you do. Get better at your job, get better at studying, get better at cooking, get better looking and etc. And I'm not talking years or months here, I'm talking days. Today, you should be better than yourself yesterday at everything. EVERYTHING. If yesterday-you came and challeged today-you in a competition at who's better at everything, today-you will kick ass in every single category. I guess it will be acceptable to tie in certain categories. But never lose! You should always improve! Getting better at stuff also makes you feel good. (thank you mr. obvious)
On another note, thanks for everyone who came to my birthday get together yesterday. I had a super awesome time. I think that was probably the most fun I had all summer. I am just sad I passed out so early. I'm not really a big birthday person and that was like my first birthday party since highschool but yeah that was very fun. so thanks! This morning when I woke up I was really happy that I didn't yack last night, but then like 20 minutes later I looked down and there was my vomit on the carpet. hahaha fail.
NOW!
Anyways, one thing that I haven't been doing that I have talked about doing forever is running. During spring quarter I was always thinking to myself like, "yeah in the summer I'm going to have so much time, and I'm gonna run and stuff and get hella ripped and do this and do that..." Now I have all this time and I haven't really done anything to improve my health. Every day I'm always thinking "yeah I will run tomorrow" but it never happens. Want to know why? Because running sucks. Running sucks so bad. God damn I hate running. Haha...yeeeeeah... I will start running soon.
Do you know what else I need to start doing more and possibly better? Lifting. Yeah, I haven't really been going to the gym that much either. Summer definitely threw my schedule off. After finals week and then that damn family trip around midwest America and then the moving and the throbbing headaches from lifting, I have kind of lost my enthusiasm to lift. Well... maybe not my enthusiasm but definitely my intensity. Also losing my training partner didn't help either. (miss you buddy) But anyways no, I am not whining without reason and I will be getting back into it soon. I was just building up to my newest topic of discussion which is (not that interesting)... Not being able to lift as much as you had in the past is a horrible feeling. It's probably one of the top three horrible feelings I can think off the top of my head right now. Which are: 1. going to the casino and losing a lot of money, 2. going to the pier for 6 hours and not catching any fish and 3. going to the gym and realizing you are weaker than your past self.
Yea knowing that you used to be better at something than you are now is just a horrible feeling. If I were ever to go back in time and meet myself in the past, I would definitely want to be capable of kicking my own ass. Also, If my future self came back in time and saw me, I would probably not be very happy knowing that my present self can punk on my future self. Just some things to think about. Anyways, I think we should all strive for improvement everyday. I am not just talking about getting stronger in the gym but pretty much at everything you do. Get better at your job, get better at studying, get better at cooking, get better looking and etc. And I'm not talking years or months here, I'm talking days. Today, you should be better than yourself yesterday at everything. EVERYTHING. If yesterday-you came and challeged today-you in a competition at who's better at everything, today-you will kick ass in every single category. I guess it will be acceptable to tie in certain categories. But never lose! You should always improve! Getting better at stuff also makes you feel good. (thank you mr. obvious)
On another note, thanks for everyone who came to my birthday get together yesterday. I had a super awesome time. I think that was probably the most fun I had all summer. I am just sad I passed out so early. I'm not really a big birthday person and that was like my first birthday party since highschool but yeah that was very fun. so thanks! This morning when I woke up I was really happy that I didn't yack last night, but then like 20 minutes later I looked down and there was my vomit on the carpet. hahaha fail.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
and this is why youre gay
This conversation lasted for about 30 minutes
al CHANG la: yo face
olilosuzie143: why yes i ammm
al CHANG la: yo face is gay
olilosuzie143: YO FACE is jealous of my face
al CHANG la: you mean
al CHANG la: sad for
olilosuzie143: no i meant jealous
al CHANG la: no
al CHANG la: you mean
al CHANG la: youre gay
olilosuzie143: okok
olilosuzie143: you are gay
al CHANG la: ok ok
al CHANG la: youre really gay
olilosuzie143: fine!
olilosuzie143: you are REALLY gay
olilosuzie143: happy!
olilosuzie143: so demanding
al CHANG la: ok ok
al CHANG la: fine
al CHANG la: i admit
al CHANG la: you are extra gay
olilosuzie143: extra awesome? yes i am
al CHANG la: no no
al CHANG la: youre extra gay
olilosuzie143: AWESOME?
olilosuzie143: yes i know
al CHANG la: its awesome
al CHANG la: that youre okay with being gay
olilosuzie143: you are ok with being gay?
olilosuzie143: r ur parents ok with it?
al CHANG la: my parents are okay with me having a gay friend
al CHANG la: so dont worry
al CHANG la: its really okay
olilosuzie143: i am happy they accept your gay-ness
olilosuzie143: some gay people have a hard time
olilosuzie143: coming out
al CHANG la: i am also happy they let me be your friend even though you are gay
al CHANG la: you didnt seem to have a hard time coming out
olilosuzie143: i accept you my gay friend
olilosuzie143: do you need help telling people?
olilosuzie143: i can put it on facebook or something
olilosuzie143: whatever helps
olilosuzie143: but i'm pretty sure people already know how gay you are
al CHANG la: youre going to tell everyone that youre gay on facebook?
al CHANG la: thats a good idea
olilosuzie143: people look at you facebook and already know you are gay
al CHANG la: youre pretty gay
al CHANG la: did you know that?
olilosuzie143: OMFG i can't belive this just happened....
al CHANG la: what you realized that you were gay?
olilosuzie143: no
olilosuzie143: shit
olilosuzie143: someone just imed me
olilosuzie143: it freaking me out
al CHANG la: who
olilosuzie143: i dont know
olilosuzie143: some random dude
al CHANG la: whatd he say
olilosuzie143: he told me
olilosuzie143: YOU ARE FUCKING GAY
olilosuzie143: hahahahahaahahaha
al CHANG la: o so he knows youre gay too?
al CHANG la: i guess everyone really does know that youre gay
olilosuzie143: balingrot: albert chang is the so fucking gay
olilosuzie143: seee
al CHANG la: OMG
al CHANG la: he imed me too
al CHANG la: balingrot: suzie magante is the so fucking gay
olilosuzie143: do you know who it is?
al CHANG la: no
olilosuzie143: who the fuck is it
olilosuzie143: they signed off beofre i could respond
olilosuzie143: balingrot: suzie
al CHANG la: apparently someone who knows youre gay
olilosuzie143: balingrot: you are awesome
olilosuzie143: WTF
al CHANG la: uh
al CHANG la: wow
olilosuzie143: this person is so wierd
olilosuzie143: hahaha
al CHANG la: i know
al CHANG la: and a dumbass
olilosuzie143: check if its thomas
al CHANG la: its not
olilosuzie143: whatever
olilosuzie143: whoever it is
olilosuzie143: is pretty much right
olilosuzie143: you are gay
olilosuzie143: and i am awesome
al CHANG la: nah
al CHANG la: youre pretty much
al CHANG la: an idiot
olilosuzie143: not even
olilosuzie143: this conversation is gay
al CHANG la: and youre part of it
olilosuzie143: and you started it
al CHANG la: annnnnnnnnnnd youre gay
olilosuzie143: haha no moreeee
olilosuzie143: i cant take anymore of your gayness
al CHANG la: yo face
olilosuzie143: why yes i ammm
al CHANG la: yo face is gay
olilosuzie143: YO FACE is jealous of my face
al CHANG la: you mean
al CHANG la: sad for
olilosuzie143: no i meant jealous
al CHANG la: no
al CHANG la: you mean
al CHANG la: youre gay
olilosuzie143: okok
olilosuzie143: you are gay
al CHANG la: ok ok
al CHANG la: youre really gay
olilosuzie143: fine!
olilosuzie143: you are REALLY gay
olilosuzie143: happy!
olilosuzie143: so demanding
al CHANG la: ok ok
al CHANG la: fine
al CHANG la: i admit
al CHANG la: you are extra gay
olilosuzie143: extra awesome? yes i am
al CHANG la: no no
al CHANG la: youre extra gay
olilosuzie143: AWESOME?
olilosuzie143: yes i know
al CHANG la: its awesome
al CHANG la: that youre okay with being gay
olilosuzie143: you are ok with being gay?
olilosuzie143: r ur parents ok with it?
al CHANG la: my parents are okay with me having a gay friend
al CHANG la: so dont worry
al CHANG la: its really okay
olilosuzie143: i am happy they accept your gay-ness
olilosuzie143: some gay people have a hard time
olilosuzie143: coming out
al CHANG la: i am also happy they let me be your friend even though you are gay
al CHANG la: you didnt seem to have a hard time coming out
olilosuzie143: i accept you my gay friend
olilosuzie143: do you need help telling people?
olilosuzie143: i can put it on facebook or something
olilosuzie143: whatever helps
olilosuzie143: but i'm pretty sure people already know how gay you are
al CHANG la: youre going to tell everyone that youre gay on facebook?
al CHANG la: thats a good idea
olilosuzie143: people look at you facebook and already know you are gay
al CHANG la: youre pretty gay
al CHANG la: did you know that?
olilosuzie143: OMFG i can't belive this just happened....
al CHANG la: what you realized that you were gay?
olilosuzie143: no
olilosuzie143: shit
olilosuzie143: someone just imed me
olilosuzie143: it freaking me out
al CHANG la: who
olilosuzie143: i dont know
olilosuzie143: some random dude
al CHANG la: whatd he say
olilosuzie143: he told me
olilosuzie143: YOU ARE FUCKING GAY
olilosuzie143: hahahahahaahahaha
al CHANG la: o so he knows youre gay too?
al CHANG la: i guess everyone really does know that youre gay
olilosuzie143: balingrot: albert chang is the so fucking gay
olilosuzie143: seee
al CHANG la: OMG
al CHANG la: he imed me too
al CHANG la: balingrot: suzie magante is the so fucking gay
olilosuzie143: do you know who it is?
al CHANG la: no
olilosuzie143: who the fuck is it
olilosuzie143: they signed off beofre i could respond
olilosuzie143: balingrot: suzie
al CHANG la: apparently someone who knows youre gay
olilosuzie143: balingrot: you are awesome
olilosuzie143: WTF
al CHANG la: uh
al CHANG la: wow
olilosuzie143: this person is so wierd
olilosuzie143: hahaha
al CHANG la: i know
al CHANG la: and a dumbass
olilosuzie143: check if its thomas
al CHANG la: its not
olilosuzie143: whatever
olilosuzie143: whoever it is
olilosuzie143: is pretty much right
olilosuzie143: you are gay
olilosuzie143: and i am awesome
al CHANG la: nah
al CHANG la: youre pretty much
al CHANG la: an idiot
olilosuzie143: not even
olilosuzie143: this conversation is gay
al CHANG la: and youre part of it
olilosuzie143: and you started it
al CHANG la: annnnnnnnnnnd youre gay
olilosuzie143: haha no moreeee
olilosuzie143: i cant take anymore of your gayness
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Nothing great
I don't really have anything specific to talk about today so I guess I will just update you on my life since I want to keep up with this blog.
Anyways, I had finally found a summer job which I started this week as a summer camp counselor. Basically all I have to do is play with some kids and entertain them for 5 hours a day. Believe it or not, I am actually pretty good with kids. Yes, I know I don't seem like the type but I'm not gonna lie; kids really like me. Haha, anyways I was actually having a pretty good time with them even though they were really tiring me out. The other day, I took a nap at 7PM and didnt wake up until 9AM the next day. Anyways, I accidentally said "shit" in front of them while playing basketball and got fired. No warning or anything. Even though I really shouldn't have done that, I'm pretty sure they only fired me because they didn't get that many kids to sign up this year and didn't want to pay an extra person to do nothing. Now I am jobless again and I really regret buying those kids ice cream.
So I spent the last three to four days doing with I do best, which is sitting on the couch and wasting time on my laptop. According to youtube.com I have watched over 7,000 videos. If every video averages out to be about two minutes long, then... I have spent approximately 233 hours watching youtube. That's like 10 whole days. Yes, I know. Wow what a fucking loser. Haha. So I'm staying at my friends apartment right now since I'm in between houses for the next 10 days, but the only difference about here and my old house is that I spend the whole day on my laptop sitting on his couch rather than sitting on my bed.
Man I feel unproductive. I really need to get a job so I can stop being a lazy ass. You know how it is when you have a lot to do so you stay really focused and finish everything. And when you don't have a lot to do, you just procrastinate and don't do much. Yeah... I'm pretty much the second one right now. My personal improvement and SLOF lists have not really changed and I haven't been lifting as much as I should be. No, I am not feeling sad or anything, just feeling incredibly lazy. Definitely need some sort of motivation right now. Hopefully I will feel more motivated after I get a job. By the way, if you know if theres an opening where you're working please let me know.
That's about it for now. Oh yeah, by the way my birthday is coming up this week and I will probably have something small, maybe after I move into my new place. Not exactly sure what yet but I'll letchy'all know. Or if you have any good ideas, you can let me know.
H.A.G.S!
Anyways, I had finally found a summer job which I started this week as a summer camp counselor. Basically all I have to do is play with some kids and entertain them for 5 hours a day. Believe it or not, I am actually pretty good with kids. Yes, I know I don't seem like the type but I'm not gonna lie; kids really like me. Haha, anyways I was actually having a pretty good time with them even though they were really tiring me out. The other day, I took a nap at 7PM and didnt wake up until 9AM the next day. Anyways, I accidentally said "shit" in front of them while playing basketball and got fired. No warning or anything. Even though I really shouldn't have done that, I'm pretty sure they only fired me because they didn't get that many kids to sign up this year and didn't want to pay an extra person to do nothing. Now I am jobless again and I really regret buying those kids ice cream.
So I spent the last three to four days doing with I do best, which is sitting on the couch and wasting time on my laptop. According to youtube.com I have watched over 7,000 videos. If every video averages out to be about two minutes long, then... I have spent approximately 233 hours watching youtube. That's like 10 whole days. Yes, I know. Wow what a fucking loser. Haha. So I'm staying at my friends apartment right now since I'm in between houses for the next 10 days, but the only difference about here and my old house is that I spend the whole day on my laptop sitting on his couch rather than sitting on my bed.
Man I feel unproductive. I really need to get a job so I can stop being a lazy ass. You know how it is when you have a lot to do so you stay really focused and finish everything. And when you don't have a lot to do, you just procrastinate and don't do much. Yeah... I'm pretty much the second one right now. My personal improvement and SLOF lists have not really changed and I haven't been lifting as much as I should be. No, I am not feeling sad or anything, just feeling incredibly lazy. Definitely need some sort of motivation right now. Hopefully I will feel more motivated after I get a job. By the way, if you know if theres an opening where you're working please let me know.
That's about it for now. Oh yeah, by the way my birthday is coming up this week and I will probably have something small, maybe after I move into my new place. Not exactly sure what yet but I'll letchy'all know. Or if you have any good ideas, you can let me know.
H.A.G.S!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
SLOF
Whats a slof? That's a simple question. It stands for Summer List of Fun! It is a list that you make which contains activities you want to do before the summer ends. This term, I believed, was coined by Suzanne Magante (or perhaps one of her friends). Anyways, Suzie has convinced me to create a slof of my own. This post will not be so much about my slof but more on why you should also make a slof of your own!
By the way Suzie was also the one who started the "ice cream cone" joke which is slowly growing in popularity. For those of you who have used it, make sure to give her credit. And for those who've never heard of it... pretty much you just go up to someone, make a fist put it underneath their chin (like your holding an ice cream cone) and say "ICE CREAM CONE". It is like their head is the ice-cream and your hand is the cone. I know it sounds lame but it is actually a little funnier if you see it in person. Also if they are fat, you can hold up both hands under their chins and yell "DOUBLE ICE CREAM CONE". I made that last part up myself.
So anyways, I don't know about you guys but I personally love crossing things off of a list after I complete them. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. I usually only make them when I have a lot of stuff to do or to study for the day but I would generally include things such as eating or lifting in order to increase the length of the list, so that the satisfaction of finishing it would be that much greater. Basically a SLOF will not only give you the great satisfaction of finishing a season long list but will also give you the happiness in doing all those fun activities. In addition, I am a bit tired and sick of drinking everyday and I'm pretty sure you are too. So when you're sitting at home trying to think of something to do which doesn't involved getting wasted again, why not have a handy pre-thought out list of fun summer activities?
Things on a SLOF should be group activities which you don't do often. Such as going fishing or rollerblading or biking or paint balling etc. Its up to you! So go out there, jump on the new band wagon and make your slof today! If you need friends to help you check things off your list, feel free to ask me. Together, through teamwork, we can finish our slofs together!
also feel free to leave questions and comments
By the way Suzie was also the one who started the "ice cream cone" joke which is slowly growing in popularity. For those of you who have used it, make sure to give her credit. And for those who've never heard of it... pretty much you just go up to someone, make a fist put it underneath their chin (like your holding an ice cream cone) and say "ICE CREAM CONE". It is like their head is the ice-cream and your hand is the cone. I know it sounds lame but it is actually a little funnier if you see it in person. Also if they are fat, you can hold up both hands under their chins and yell "DOUBLE ICE CREAM CONE". I made that last part up myself.
So anyways, I don't know about you guys but I personally love crossing things off of a list after I complete them. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. I usually only make them when I have a lot of stuff to do or to study for the day but I would generally include things such as eating or lifting in order to increase the length of the list, so that the satisfaction of finishing it would be that much greater. Basically a SLOF will not only give you the great satisfaction of finishing a season long list but will also give you the happiness in doing all those fun activities. In addition, I am a bit tired and sick of drinking everyday and I'm pretty sure you are too. So when you're sitting at home trying to think of something to do which doesn't involved getting wasted again, why not have a handy pre-thought out list of fun summer activities?
Things on a SLOF should be group activities which you don't do often. Such as going fishing or rollerblading or biking or paint balling etc. Its up to you! So go out there, jump on the new band wagon and make your slof today! If you need friends to help you check things off your list, feel free to ask me. Together, through teamwork, we can finish our slofs together!
also feel free to leave questions and comments
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Summer
I just got back to Irvine from a family trip. My dad booked a trip with some Chinese tour bus company which takes us around the mid-west and back in 7 days in a bus, hitting up tourist locations along the way. Long story short, this trip was extremely grueling. Everyday we got up at 6 am, got on the bus, drove around to different tourist locations, usually ate lunch at a gas station, and arrived at a new motel at around 11pm. I think we drove approximately 700 miles every day; for those of you who don't know how far that is, it is like driving from norcal to LA and back. I don't know how the bus driver didn't shoot himself by the end of the week. Anyways, the trip was whatevers, my parents mainly wanted to go on this trip to spend time together as a family so I guess it was cool. I already knew going into it that it was going to be extremely boring so I don't really have anything to complain about. But I did have a lot of time to myself on the bus rides and I thought a lot about what I want to be doing in the future.
I made a huge list of stuff I was going to be doing when I got back which included stuff like run more, read more, improve my hygeine, and etc. I have a lot of small personal improvements I hope to make this summer. The main one I hope to achieve is to lose my beer belly. For those of you who know me well, you probably know that I am relatively superficial and always laughed at fat people... that is, until I became one. I still remember, almost to the exact day, when I started developing this little belly of mine. It was my second year and I had just bought the 40 count pack of capri sun from costco. I killed that shit in like 3 days, and soon enough, it began developing. It brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it. Haha just kidding, but on a serious note, hopefully I will lose this belly and it will become okay for me to start laughing at fat people again.
On the bus, I also had a lot of time to think about what I want to do with my carreer. Ocassionally my parents and brother took turns talking to me about what I was going to be doing. They weren't exactly being intrusive, but it was getting pretty annoying. (Sorry Will). They kept saying firefighter this and firefighter that, and how firefighting is dangerous and how you can't really go onto other things with it. I guess some of what they say is true, but I just didnt really want to discuss it with them. Theres really like so many things I want to do in the next few years and I really don't know what I should do first. I also started playing with the idea of becoming a volunteer firefighter instead and being like some sort of awesome business man. I don't know. I just know I want to be rich. The last stop on the tour around America was in Vegas. I saw some old man smoking a cigar and gambling many $500 chips at once in blackjack. I decided I want to be as rich as him. I know for sure I will be rich in the future, I just don't know how I'm gonna get there. I have complete faith I will figure it out eventually, so I guess I'll just worry about my short term goals for now. Like how I'm going to be losing this belly this summer. hah hah...
BTW. side note. HMONGS really know how to party. I went to Jerry's graduation this weekend. I got so owned by his family. hahaha fun party
Also, I plan on updating my blog at least once a week now so feel free to check back in next week.
I made a huge list of stuff I was going to be doing when I got back which included stuff like run more, read more, improve my hygeine, and etc. I have a lot of small personal improvements I hope to make this summer. The main one I hope to achieve is to lose my beer belly. For those of you who know me well, you probably know that I am relatively superficial and always laughed at fat people... that is, until I became one. I still remember, almost to the exact day, when I started developing this little belly of mine. It was my second year and I had just bought the 40 count pack of capri sun from costco. I killed that shit in like 3 days, and soon enough, it began developing. It brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it. Haha just kidding, but on a serious note, hopefully I will lose this belly and it will become okay for me to start laughing at fat people again.
On the bus, I also had a lot of time to think about what I want to do with my carreer. Ocassionally my parents and brother took turns talking to me about what I was going to be doing. They weren't exactly being intrusive, but it was getting pretty annoying. (Sorry Will). They kept saying firefighter this and firefighter that, and how firefighting is dangerous and how you can't really go onto other things with it. I guess some of what they say is true, but I just didnt really want to discuss it with them. Theres really like so many things I want to do in the next few years and I really don't know what I should do first. I also started playing with the idea of becoming a volunteer firefighter instead and being like some sort of awesome business man. I don't know. I just know I want to be rich. The last stop on the tour around America was in Vegas. I saw some old man smoking a cigar and gambling many $500 chips at once in blackjack. I decided I want to be as rich as him. I know for sure I will be rich in the future, I just don't know how I'm gonna get there. I have complete faith I will figure it out eventually, so I guess I'll just worry about my short term goals for now. Like how I'm going to be losing this belly this summer. hah hah...
BTW. side note. HMONGS really know how to party. I went to Jerry's graduation this weekend. I got so owned by his family. hahaha fun party
Also, I plan on updating my blog at least once a week now so feel free to check back in next week.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Training
This post goes out to all the guys who go to the gym a lot and maybe also for those who don't.
Now, I'm not very big, buff, cut, ripped, fast or coordinated but there is one thing I can say that I am with confidence. I am strong. The reason I am saying this is because that is why I lift, to become stronger. Both mentally and physically. To put myself to the test every week and to improve myself pound by pound.
"Isn't that why everyone goes to the gym?"
No. It really isn't. I'll admit when I started "working out" it was because I was crazy skinny and I was tired of getting punked on. I got a membership at 24 and started dumbbell curling away. After a few months my biceps got a little bigger, chest got more defined, and I loved taking off my shirt whenever I could. Everyone goes through this phase, I know. But its only a fucking phase. You need to grow out of it. When I go to the arc now probably like 6 out of every 10 guys I see are like this. So many douchebags have big biceps, big chest and... nothing else. Their calves are smaller than their arms, with a skinny pencil neck, and no back, no shoulders no nothing. Now, dont get me wrong, I'm not talking about beginners who just started lifting. I'm talking about guys who've lifted long enough to be drinking pre-workout mixes, wear bodybuilding.com shirts, and hold 15 minute conversations about supplements with their douchebag friends. Why do I have no respect for these people? Because they're lifting for the wrong reasons.
Which brings me to the next point, what are the right reasons? Or why should you lift? Better yet... Why do I lift? Yes, I lift to get stronger, but what is it really for? I feel like the quest to becoming strong is a very natrual thing for humans or even animals in general. Yes, we now live a techonological world and even skinny emo guys can get laid and the usefulness of physical strength is slowly declining. But nothing in the world can replace the physical strength of a man. A few weeks ago my 6 foot, 195 pound good friend was invovled in a motorcycle accident. He hit a car head on, flew over his handlebars, hit the car's windshield and skidded on the pavement. He was only wearing a helmet, t-shirt and jeans. Luckily, he survived this accident with only a broken wrist, fractured neck and a few stitches. But was it really lucky? What if it was someone else in his position? Perhaps a 6 foot 145 pound emo kid (wearing skinny jeans). Would his chances of survival be dramatically smaller? I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say yes. My bulky friend's life was saved because of his... well, bulkiness. For those of you who know me or talk to me a lot about lifting. I have probably asked you, how is weak man going to protect his girlfriend, be a role model for his son, fight off a mugger etc etc. (Ideas I've gotten from Jason Ferruggia* a trainer and author of Muscle Gaining Secrets) And most of you hear this and laugh it off like it will never happen or I'm being ridiculous. But my friend here is a prime example of where being strong really matters.
I blame the the whole gym industry for the creation of the pencil neck douchebags. First of all, there isnt really a set way of how to lift. They dont give you a manual when you sign up for the gym. There are many contradicting studies and most muscle magazines and supplement companies are just after your money. Honestly, I feel like even a lot of trainers dont know what they're talking about. Plus a lot of trainers are chicks who don't even lift heavy. They take some class, get certified, and then tell you to do 3 sets of 8 to 10 reps of some bitchass isolation excercise and get paid while doing it. Most trainers are great for people who want to get in shape, lose some weight and need some extra motivation, but not for people who want to be big and strong.
Anyways, if you feel like you fall under the biceps and chest guy category, I don't mean to offend you. And if youre not really sure where you fall under, but you've dedicated a whole day to just working out your arms and have never deadlifted before, you most likely fall under this category. It's not too late to change. Also, if you never go to the gym or you've haven't been there for 3 months because youre "too busy with work and school" or whatever. Think about this... you are worse than the biceps and chest guy! Anyways, I hope this motivates everyone to go out and get big and strong. Work hard and dont give up!
PS. if you only care about getting big and dont care about strength (wrong mindset), just focus on getting strong, size will come with it.
*If you need some help on how to start, here is a link to Jason Ferruggia's website. Jason Ferruggia is a motivating writer, trainer and author of an awesome book called Muscle Gaining Secrets. If you're interested, read some of his stuff and buy the book. If you're too cheap but really want to read it, just come talk to me.
http://jasonferruggia.com/
Have fun and thanks for reading!
Now, I'm not very big, buff, cut, ripped, fast or coordinated but there is one thing I can say that I am with confidence. I am strong. The reason I am saying this is because that is why I lift, to become stronger. Both mentally and physically. To put myself to the test every week and to improve myself pound by pound.
"Isn't that why everyone goes to the gym?"
No. It really isn't. I'll admit when I started "working out" it was because I was crazy skinny and I was tired of getting punked on. I got a membership at 24 and started dumbbell curling away. After a few months my biceps got a little bigger, chest got more defined, and I loved taking off my shirt whenever I could. Everyone goes through this phase, I know. But its only a fucking phase. You need to grow out of it. When I go to the arc now probably like 6 out of every 10 guys I see are like this. So many douchebags have big biceps, big chest and... nothing else. Their calves are smaller than their arms, with a skinny pencil neck, and no back, no shoulders no nothing. Now, dont get me wrong, I'm not talking about beginners who just started lifting. I'm talking about guys who've lifted long enough to be drinking pre-workout mixes, wear bodybuilding.com shirts, and hold 15 minute conversations about supplements with their douchebag friends. Why do I have no respect for these people? Because they're lifting for the wrong reasons.
Which brings me to the next point, what are the right reasons? Or why should you lift? Better yet... Why do I lift? Yes, I lift to get stronger, but what is it really for? I feel like the quest to becoming strong is a very natrual thing for humans or even animals in general. Yes, we now live a techonological world and even skinny emo guys can get laid and the usefulness of physical strength is slowly declining. But nothing in the world can replace the physical strength of a man. A few weeks ago my 6 foot, 195 pound good friend was invovled in a motorcycle accident. He hit a car head on, flew over his handlebars, hit the car's windshield and skidded on the pavement. He was only wearing a helmet, t-shirt and jeans. Luckily, he survived this accident with only a broken wrist, fractured neck and a few stitches. But was it really lucky? What if it was someone else in his position? Perhaps a 6 foot 145 pound emo kid (wearing skinny jeans). Would his chances of survival be dramatically smaller? I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say yes. My bulky friend's life was saved because of his... well, bulkiness. For those of you who know me or talk to me a lot about lifting. I have probably asked you, how is weak man going to protect his girlfriend, be a role model for his son, fight off a mugger etc etc. (Ideas I've gotten from Jason Ferruggia* a trainer and author of Muscle Gaining Secrets) And most of you hear this and laugh it off like it will never happen or I'm being ridiculous. But my friend here is a prime example of where being strong really matters.
I blame the the whole gym industry for the creation of the pencil neck douchebags. First of all, there isnt really a set way of how to lift. They dont give you a manual when you sign up for the gym. There are many contradicting studies and most muscle magazines and supplement companies are just after your money. Honestly, I feel like even a lot of trainers dont know what they're talking about. Plus a lot of trainers are chicks who don't even lift heavy. They take some class, get certified, and then tell you to do 3 sets of 8 to 10 reps of some bitchass isolation excercise and get paid while doing it. Most trainers are great for people who want to get in shape, lose some weight and need some extra motivation, but not for people who want to be big and strong.
Anyways, if you feel like you fall under the biceps and chest guy category, I don't mean to offend you. And if youre not really sure where you fall under, but you've dedicated a whole day to just working out your arms and have never deadlifted before, you most likely fall under this category. It's not too late to change. Also, if you never go to the gym or you've haven't been there for 3 months because youre "too busy with work and school" or whatever. Think about this... you are worse than the biceps and chest guy! Anyways, I hope this motivates everyone to go out and get big and strong. Work hard and dont give up!
PS. if you only care about getting big and dont care about strength (wrong mindset), just focus on getting strong, size will come with it.
*If you need some help on how to start, here is a link to Jason Ferruggia's website. Jason Ferruggia is a motivating writer, trainer and author of an awesome book called Muscle Gaining Secrets. If you're interested, read some of his stuff and buy the book. If you're too cheap but really want to read it, just come talk to me.
http://jasonferruggia.com/
Have fun and thanks for reading!
Never thought the day would come where I would get a blog. I always thought blogs were weird and people who wrote in blogs were weird. I have been thinking about getting a blog for a while but didn't think I would have anything to write about. I actually really don't have much to write about...
So, I am graduating in about 6 days and I just really started thinking about what I want to do with my life. For the last 5 months my response when asked the familiar question "so what are you going to do after you graduate?" was most likely "I'm gonna be a firefighter." I would usually say this with a big smile on my face while looking for the surprise in theirs. Then the conversation usually moved on to how I would be wasting my college degree and I could've been a a firefighter right after high school and so on. Anyways, after having the same conversation with many many people, I started wondering why I even want to be a firefighter. I know the reason I began considering it was because I really didn't want to go through all the job searching and interviews for a business related position. Honestly speaking, after taking all these classes and passing with relatively good grades, I really don't know shit about economics. I actually really don't know shit about anything. Yeah, I read the news and listen to NPR (national public radio 89.3) when I'm in the car, but I really dont know shit. But then again, I don't think a lot of people know shit about anything either, including the people who think they do. People are always saying like the economy this or the economy that but I'm pretty sure they are just repeating stuff they saw on TV. Yeah, I can also probably loosely explain why we're going through a recession right now too but do I really understand it? Maybe, I'm not really sure. Anyways, taking the firefighter path just seems much more of a straight shot and less stressful and also much more awesome. There are many other factors to why I think firefighting trumps any desk job, for example the brotherhood they have, the required physical activity, and (although I've never felt it) the feeling you must get when you save someone's life. Also I know I'm repeating it, but being a fireman would be so damn awesome. Anyways, I'm not having second thoughts about this choice, but I kind of want to do more that just that. I really want to start my own business some day but I cant really see myself doing that if I become a firefighter. What to do, what to do...
So, I am graduating in about 6 days and I just really started thinking about what I want to do with my life. For the last 5 months my response when asked the familiar question "so what are you going to do after you graduate?" was most likely "I'm gonna be a firefighter." I would usually say this with a big smile on my face while looking for the surprise in theirs. Then the conversation usually moved on to how I would be wasting my college degree and I could've been a a firefighter right after high school and so on. Anyways, after having the same conversation with many many people, I started wondering why I even want to be a firefighter. I know the reason I began considering it was because I really didn't want to go through all the job searching and interviews for a business related position. Honestly speaking, after taking all these classes and passing with relatively good grades, I really don't know shit about economics. I actually really don't know shit about anything. Yeah, I read the news and listen to NPR (national public radio 89.3) when I'm in the car, but I really dont know shit. But then again, I don't think a lot of people know shit about anything either, including the people who think they do. People are always saying like the economy this or the economy that but I'm pretty sure they are just repeating stuff they saw on TV. Yeah, I can also probably loosely explain why we're going through a recession right now too but do I really understand it? Maybe, I'm not really sure. Anyways, taking the firefighter path just seems much more of a straight shot and less stressful and also much more awesome. There are many other factors to why I think firefighting trumps any desk job, for example the brotherhood they have, the required physical activity, and (although I've never felt it) the feeling you must get when you save someone's life. Also I know I'm repeating it, but being a fireman would be so damn awesome. Anyways, I'm not having second thoughts about this choice, but I kind of want to do more that just that. I really want to start my own business some day but I cant really see myself doing that if I become a firefighter. What to do, what to do...
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