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"everybodys got a water buffalo. yours is fast, but mine is slow."

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 9:31 PM



                     on sunday me and dad went to the a&m-oklahoma state soccer game for the big xii championship finals. it was really fun going with him 'cause even though hes a ut fan, he likes watching the women play soccer. 'cause they rock more than the men. thats right.

                                                             ha not gonna lie..it was different, and there was something missing. i felt it deep from the bottom of my toesies. yep. it was huck. she was not there.. -sigh-

           it was kinda cool to watch the fans in the stands and the team across the field. they "humped it" just like at football games and did a couple yells. it was cool.

                                                                                                                 surprisingly, the ags didnt play very well at all. they never dribbled the ball up the field and played kickball the entire game. both teams just chunked the ball back and forth, far and hard.

                                                                   hence, "kickball".

                                 they played better in the second half but it was still the same as the first, if that makes sense..they did less of kickball and dribbled a little more and actually had shots on goal. but still missed some great opportunities to put the ball in the net, which is INCREDIBLY frustrating to watch. i can vouch from personal experience. game ended 0-1, oklahoma state cowgirls.

                                                                                                                                                 right after the game, me and dad went to academy to pick up my boots i need for firefighting. the battalion cheif told me of which ones i needed. they have the zipper on the side, for an easy advantage to slip in and out of them, to get into the actual uniform boots in a rush. they're real hardcore awesomeness. oil proof, slip resistant, and..such. i dont remember what else i read off the thingy that described them at the store. but they rock. so there.


 
     


 

" 'cause all i see are stilettos. i guess i never got the memo."

  • Nov. 5th, 2009 at 12:10 AM


                        so t-ravs back in town. he got in yesterday i think.

                                                                                    i found out by reading his status on facebook. i told jeff and he just made a face and said, "..great.." as you can tell, hes not quite fond of t.

                                                                                                                       so fml. i got my first ticket this morning while rushing to class. stupid. going 32 in a 20, SCHOOL ZONE, but i honest to god, swear on my next house plant's life, that i did not see any flashing lights for the school zone shit.

                                                    yea it was like 820am and i instinctively know that school zones are in effect from 700-900am and 200-400pm, but i did not get much sleep, did not finish hw, had a final to do in class of which i was already 20 minutes late to, so my mind was elsewhere other than the goddamn road rules. then i had work for 4 hours directly after, of which i showed up 10 minutes late to too.

                              oh yea. great morning.

                                                                                           other than that, i dont really have anything to report.

                 cant wait for firefighting tomorrow night. it rocks. i need to get some navy blue dickies pants still.

                                               oh my manager at work notified me that i actually do have the day after thanksgiving off, so she said i could still go to the game if i wanted. ha. but i still work the day before thanksgiving. lame. still need money. and a car.

                                                                                                                     dont know if this is gonna happen. i sure as hell hope so though. my buddy kristin needs me right now. crap is going on with her family. dislike button. -click-

                         ok bye.

you ever seen the movie, "Ladder 49"? its real good.

  • Oct. 24th, 2009 at 8:32 PM


                                           me and my dad went to the firestations open house this morning (saturday). at first, he actually forgot about it and went somewhere else with my mom with ana, scott, and tristan. so i was real disappointed and pissed at the same time. so i was like, um ok. fuck you very much too. i'll go by myself.

                                                                                 i texted my dad to ask where he was and that the open house was that morning. he texted back and called me when i had already been there walking and looking around for a while. he apologized i dont even know how many times and said he was on his way. soooo i waited. it was pretty much just me, parents and their little kids. they were all wearing little firefighter hats and jackets and shirts and shit. i felt left out. i wish i had a shirt. oh well.

                                                                                                                              for most of the time before my dad got there, i wandered around and kinda followed the crowd through the garage when firefighters explained and showed what each piece of equipment on the engines did. it was kinda cool but i wasnt even really engaged at all 'cause i was lonely and in a bad mood that my dad chose tristan over me when he knew about the openhouse on friday and found out about the little get together for tristans school that saturday morning. my dad really came through when he showed up though. he found me when i was over by one of the engines where they had two hoses out and the firefighters were letting the kids shoot off the water to see how far it went. it went fucking far and it didnt hurt to water the grass too. ha. 

                      me and him started walking around looking at all the stuff i had already seen, and then he asked if i had talked to anyone yet. i said no, so we went off to find someone avaliable. we just kinda waited our turn while standing by another engine looking at tall the ladder extended and stretched into the sky above the building beside it. it seemed to reach for the sun. then a guy in navy blue dickeys pants and a yellow shirt that said "volunteer firefighter" on the back came up and asked how we were doing and if we were having fun and such. we greeted him and were happy someone found us instead. my dad did all the talking and knew all the right questions to ask. thank god. i wouldve been like, "uhh..i like your truck. its big and red and shoots water." the guy who talked to us was a volunteer and had been for..was it 6 months now? sure. he told us about how if i wanna volunteer, theres classes and training every thursday night from 700-900pm and to just show up and after 4 weeks, i'll get my own yellow shirt :D. from there, i'd have a status of trainee, prohby (prohbation), and then after a number of hours put in and such, i'd be a full on firefighter. then  i get  navy blue shirt. teehee. i think its after i become a firefighter or a prohby, that i'm assigned a leutinant. my dad asked if there was further education like the academy that i would need, and the guy said if he were to go to the academy himself, there wouldnt be much he'd learn that he already didnt know from volunteering at the station. he said he'd already learned more than he expected and it was a lot just being at the station. then in the middle of this, a couple kids started to climb up the ladders and on top of the fire engine, so the guy we were talking to had to excuse himself to get the kids down so they wouldnt fall and break their necks. retarded parents. way to pay attention. dont make me add you to my last entry. anywho. after he climbed up there to help the kids down, a line started to form 'cause parents and their kids thought that he was letting everyone take turns climbing up. then it actually turned into that so me and my dad had to find another firefighter to finish talking to. we walked over to a bigger guy. he was the batallion cheif there and his name was tom white. i swear to god, he was the jolliest man i've ever met. he was so funny. he was so helpful and encouraging and warmfelt. he said stuff like, "its so much fun!! we're a big family that does stuff together, and we have a lot of family events too!! so much fun, then when theres a fire we have to get serious again. but then we have fun again!!" it was hilarious. he told us about how many benefits there are, and how they pay for education if you go to SAC, and how they take a week long trip up to college station to the fire school up there, and how they pay for EMT school..i think. there was a lot of stuff he threw at us, but it all sounded great to my dad, which means he approves of my career choice. at the same time, i was having a blast talking to tom and receiving all this information, and getting more and more excited by the minute. he left us for a few minutes to get me an application to become a volunteer and told me again to just show up thursday night from 700-900pm with the filled out app., my shot record, and my drivers license.

                                        i think my dad being there, brought us closer. goody. now i cant wait for thursday night.










                  





                 





                





               




























annoyance may be an understatement..

  • Oct. 23rd, 2009 at 9:14 PM

                             anyone else notice a bunch of IRRESPONSIBILITY going on? particularly in the news..

                                                                   its really frustrating that i'm part of the human race, when some from the same species are so fucking retarded. downright embarassing actually, at times..

                                                                                                           enter, "balloon boy" family. i am seriously sick of hearing about it on the news 'cause its just stupid. the mom admitted that it was indeed a hoax. cool. case closed. charge them. they fucked up; i have no doubt, they caused cancellations for every single flight in denver and surrounding areas because of the stupid ass balloon that "got loose" in the air. so find another home for the kids of the psychotic parents. freakin' morons. i think the entire country will susceed if someone gives them a reality show.

                  now onto the airline pilots. whether you were sleeping (which i'm putting my money on), or you were "having a heated discussion", which caused you to pass your landing point by 150 miles, you are completely careless when you have an entire jet full of passengers in your hands. they trust you have the skill and knowledge of what to do and what not to do while in the air. that pisses me off. you had several people from airports calling in to find out where the hell you were, but there was no answer. you most likely caused further delays in flights and take-offs, while probably screwing over a lot of your passengers who had other flights to get to. seriously, what could you have possibly been "discussing"? maybe what happens on LOST next season? they're still on the island. they're not going no where. someone will probably die though. theres been at least one death every season, so i wouldnt doubt it. but whatever it was, it must've been good to skirt your duties and responsibilities. way to go, einsteins. i'm glad you were suspended.

                                                 kenny, dont you jump all over me about the pilots. i'm just saying exactly what i've been saying to the tv since i heard about it from the radio this morning.

Oct. 23rd, 2009

  • 1:13 AM



                                so yea. never wrote that paper. i'll do it later. what was the word thats supposed to get me through everyday college life?

                                                                moti--motivation..?                     i digress.

               i talked to my boss about how i was just thinking about what i wanted to do for the a&m vs. ut game, and how i wanted to make it into a weekend trip as well. yeaa shot down..she said that her bosses said that all the employees will be working the day after thanksgiving. fml.  my boss felt bad that i wouldnt be able to do the whole trip like i wanted, but said maybe i could still go and just come back for friday. she even said she could probably schedule me later in the day if that would help. cool.

                                                                                                  again all i need is a vehicle to get up there. oh yea and the approval of the parental units. poop.


                                                                     on the subject of the new job: its..ok. its not really fun at all like roadhouse. thats in all honesty here. there only two employees working together at the most. but most of the time, you'll be working by yourself. so i'm probably not gonna make any close friends there or anything. :/ i'll probably barely see anyone actually. closing up the store by myself is kinda tough on me 'cause theres a lot to do. theres like 4 or 5 pages of paperwork you need to fill out before you're allowed to leave and i have a hard time keeping up with it. i've only closed twice but it was with my boss (and those two times were weeks apart) and my boss expects me to already know everything and its really frustrating and stressful when i dont know it like the back of my friggin' hand like she does. its annoying, how shes like, "you gotta know this." "why dont you know this?" shut the hell up. i just dont. this is completely different from the last job that i had for over a year so give me a break. theres so much shit for closing..

you gotta count the money in the register at opening, and closing.

you gotta fill out a sheet for the sales of the day.

you gotta print out the receipts for the credit cards and tape that to the sheet of the sales, then fax that to corperate.

you gotta compare what was made to the actual goal, on a different sheet of paper of course.

you gotta write down all the makings that day from cash, credit cards, with tax, without tax, ect..

i'm pretty sure theres more, but SHOCKER, i probably forgot one or two pages of paperwork. which makes the confusion even BETTER, all these papers are in a binder. cool. but my boss flips through the pages so freakin' fast i dont even know where the papers are in the binder. not cool. i'm gonna forget.

                                                                                          
                                                                                                         has anyone seen the previews for that new disney princess movie? shes black and kisses a frog or some shit, then turns into one. it actually looks pretty funny.

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