I'll admit it! My blogging and the updates on the website have been more than slim...they have been limited to NONE! I am sorry about this but with the end of the year crap getting crazy, I found no time to update. But hey here I am updating now, and i suppose I can tell you a little about whats on my mind today.
I am sick of Pizza Hut; Just plain sick of it. I get paid $8.50/hour (only a dollar more than a cook makes), to do three times the work that should be done at that pay rate. On Saturday, i was the closing manager and I was forced to call of my cook because of how "not busy" the were in the afternoon. If I didn't comply, I would have surely been written up. So...I was forced to work with one waiter and myself in the entire restaurant during a Saturday rush. I had to cook, cut, box, cash out, and listen to customer complaints, all for 8.50 an hour. After the dust settled and we weren't busy anymore, it was 9:30pm.. we were closing in a half hour and because I didn't have a cook or anything, I had 3 times the work that I would normally have to do. So... instead of just having to do a few dishes and do my paperwork, I had to clean the entire shit-whole, sweep, mop, clean the make and cut tables, finish prep for the next day, and do my ending paperwork. I didn't get out until 11:30...BUT heres where it gets illegal: I clocked myself out at 10:45 because I know that I would have gotten yelled at BAD if the clock would have showed that I was clocked in for an hour and a half after we closed.
All-in-all, Pizza Hut hasn't been to bad to me, until I got promoted. SOOO I have two options:
1) ask for a demotion with the risk of being fired
2) take a sabbatical and travel Africa
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
We are all brothers and sisters
Hello readers! Wow, the new website is up and running, and I couldn't be any happier with the progress of it. I'm sorry about the lack of posts but as you can imagine, this website took a lot of my free time to do.
Today i watched "Bobby." If you have never seen this before, you need to watch it. It is a movie based on Robert Kennedy's assassination. I know you're thinking that movies about this are boring, but this movie went in depth with all kinds of different people who were affected by the assassination. At the end of the movie, it shows all of the cargnage of the shooting (with everyone panicking), and also shows footage of how racially segregated we as a country were back then. While showing all of this, it has Kennedy's voice speaking about racial equality. I want to quote him now( It's long, but please read it):
"This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives. It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours. Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet. No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason. Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded. "Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs." Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire. Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them. Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul. For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter. This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all. I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered. We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers. Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence. We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge. Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution. But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can. Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again."
As this was being read, I literally was crying my eyes out. If I'm being totally honest, I really firmly believe that we as American's need to unite as one. Violence against our fellow Americans is exactly like violence against a sibling. I firmly and sincerely believe as a human being that racial equality still has a long way to go. If I run for any public office, mark my word that every one of my champagnes will always have an anti-hatred and anti-violence theme even if it is an underlying theme.
Goodnight my faithful readers
Today i watched "Bobby." If you have never seen this before, you need to watch it. It is a movie based on Robert Kennedy's assassination. I know you're thinking that movies about this are boring, but this movie went in depth with all kinds of different people who were affected by the assassination. At the end of the movie, it shows all of the cargnage of the shooting (with everyone panicking), and also shows footage of how racially segregated we as a country were back then. While showing all of this, it has Kennedy's voice speaking about racial equality. I want to quote him now( It's long, but please read it):
"This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives. It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours. Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet. No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason. Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded. "Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs." Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire. Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them. Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul. For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter. This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all. I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered. We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers. Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence. We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge. Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution. But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can. Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again."
As this was being read, I literally was crying my eyes out. If I'm being totally honest, I really firmly believe that we as American's need to unite as one. Violence against our fellow Americans is exactly like violence against a sibling. I firmly and sincerely believe as a human being that racial equality still has a long way to go. If I run for any public office, mark my word that every one of my champagnes will always have an anti-hatred and anti-violence theme even if it is an underlying theme.
Goodnight my faithful readers
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Oh, you live here? $.50 please
Hello readers! I want to tell you a story. Over the gorgeous weekend, me and this lucky gal ;-) went over to Canada just for kicks. I parked my car on the American side because I didn't want to get my car deported, denied, or searched. We walked across the Rainbow Bridge, pausing for a second to jump back and forth between the boundary line (tradition my friends), and stepped into the customs room. While walking across the bridge, Ashley let me know that she had her prescription pain medication on her; she forgot to leave it in the car. So we were running the risk of Canada thinking we were drug traffickers(something I avoided by leaving my car in America...waaadduppp). So we walked into the building, I handed the man my passport, he looked at the picture and glanced at me. "Where are you going today," he said. "Just staying here in Ontario, sight seeing," I said with boasting confidence. After that 25 seconds, he let me pass and onto Canada we were. I need to take this time to tell you my tradition. I've been doing it since I could remember. Every time I enter Canada, I sing the Canadian National Anthem even if there are a million people around me. Don't ask me why, I just always do it. (I guess it would be a little funnier if I sang the American National Anthem in Canada...hmm something to ponder over some Ice Hockey and a slice of PizzaPizza, all washed down with a shot of Maple syrup)
After about 2 hours of wandering aimlessly throughout Clifton Hill, and me actually seriously pondering getting a tattoo :-O, we decided we should go back and walk around in our native country. I mean if we were to stay any longer, we might have ingested a lethal dose of SARS, so it was probably best if we left. On our way back we crossed over the bridge, I danced a few more times on the border line, and we walked into the American Customs building. We walked up to the ridiculously grumpy officer and handed him our passports. He scanned them, looked at us, and let us go without any question. All seemed to be fine; we had a fun day, we passed both Customs inspections and we were in America again.
But readers, I warn you, my day took a sick and twisted emotional 180. After passing through Customs, we walked into this tunnel-like room, and there sitting in the way of our homeland were 3 turnstiles. That is when it hit me like a piece of debris falling from the burning Twin Towers (ehhh...sorry...too soon?): It costs 50 cents to get back into the country I was born in! What the hell is wrong with that picture?! Mind you...America showed a bit of compassion. Even though the American quarter is worth sooooo much more than the Canadian quarter, the turnstiles gave you the option of using either currency for "Our convenience". But never the less, we were forced to put in $.50 per person to get back into our country. Only in America, right Mr. Benedetti?
All of this begs one question....What if you had no quarters on you? Ahh, America thinks of everything; The machine next to the turnstiles provided the opportunity to put in a $1, or $5 bill for quarters, but it wouldn't allow for anything more than $5. So what if I only had a $20 bill on me with no change at all in my pocket? Would I not be allowed back into the country? Would I have to sit in that 6x12 room until someone was kind enough to pay my way in?(yeah, nevermind, America Doesn't think of everything). I checked, and the door you walked through to get into that jail cell of a room locks right behind you. Although, if it didn't, I'm sure one of those really nice, outgoing, and generous customs officers would be more than happy to loan you $.50 of their "hard earned" money.
Good day my faithful readers. There will be a video of the week Tomorrow instead of tonight.
After about 2 hours of wandering aimlessly throughout Clifton Hill, and me actually seriously pondering getting a tattoo :-O, we decided we should go back and walk around in our native country. I mean if we were to stay any longer, we might have ingested a lethal dose of SARS, so it was probably best if we left. On our way back we crossed over the bridge, I danced a few more times on the border line, and we walked into the American Customs building. We walked up to the ridiculously grumpy officer and handed him our passports. He scanned them, looked at us, and let us go without any question. All seemed to be fine; we had a fun day, we passed both Customs inspections and we were in America again.
But readers, I warn you, my day took a sick and twisted emotional 180. After passing through Customs, we walked into this tunnel-like room, and there sitting in the way of our homeland were 3 turnstiles. That is when it hit me like a piece of debris falling from the burning Twin Towers (ehhh...sorry...too soon?): It costs 50 cents to get back into the country I was born in! What the hell is wrong with that picture?! Mind you...America showed a bit of compassion. Even though the American quarter is worth sooooo much more than the Canadian quarter, the turnstiles gave you the option of using either currency for "Our convenience". But never the less, we were forced to put in $.50 per person to get back into our country. Only in America, right Mr. Benedetti?
All of this begs one question....What if you had no quarters on you? Ahh, America thinks of everything; The machine next to the turnstiles provided the opportunity to put in a $1, or $5 bill for quarters, but it wouldn't allow for anything more than $5. So what if I only had a $20 bill on me with no change at all in my pocket? Would I not be allowed back into the country? Would I have to sit in that 6x12 room until someone was kind enough to pay my way in?(yeah, nevermind, America Doesn't think of everything). I checked, and the door you walked through to get into that jail cell of a room locks right behind you. Although, if it didn't, I'm sure one of those really nice, outgoing, and generous customs officers would be more than happy to loan you $.50 of their "hard earned" money.
Good day my faithful readers. There will be a video of the week Tomorrow instead of tonight.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Are friends really friends?
Hello Readers! It seems as though a blog about friends is in order. Let me ask you a question (please read the question and then answer it aloud as if your computer screen were me). Have you ever been used? Come on... answer truthfully. My answer is yes. I feel like some of my friends have used me for years and if they wern't using me, they were taking advantage of me or making me look bad for being myself. It's weird when I think back to my years in high school and I can only think of a few people who have been 100% true to me. So far these people have been Jessica Boyd, Miranda Benthin, Ashey Morgan and Abby Ovies. What is irritating about this, is the fact that the guys( or who I like to call "my bois" :-p) who I associate myself with haven't been at all loyal. **NOTE**For the rest of my blog, I will be making reference to "my friends," but in doing this I am only making reference to the male friends in my life, not the ones listed above. **END NOTE**
It is said that "A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." Why is it that looking back to my "true friends" I can only think of Erik Wheling being the one who actually stands for that?(I remind you that i'm only referring to my male friends) It is pathetic that some of the people who you consider your best friend never defend you and never take your side on things. Whether it's being used for a ride, being played about a future college roommate, or even being talked about behind "a friend's" back, it has happened to me over the last 3 years. What is majorly frustrating is the fact that I offer myself to who ever needs a friend. I give rides, and I go out of my way to make sure people around me are happy and not inconvenienced. I don't mean to twist my own nipple or anything, but I honestly consider myself a loyal and true friend.
I guess what i am getting at is, David Gray is fed up with his mediocre friendships. David Gray is sick of being taken advantage of, being used, and never getting the respect that he deserves. This is only the 2nd blog that I have gone off on a tangent about personal opinions. I am sorry for this. I planned on blogging about something else, but this is just something that cannot leave my mind. I wish I could say something to make this blog a little less boring but hey, like the title of my blog says... This is Dave's thoughts exactly, and when it comes down to it, I will say exactly what I want.
Goodnight my faithful readers. Tomorrow will be a better day my friends.
It is said that "A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." Why is it that looking back to my "true friends" I can only think of Erik Wheling being the one who actually stands for that?(I remind you that i'm only referring to my male friends) It is pathetic that some of the people who you consider your best friend never defend you and never take your side on things. Whether it's being used for a ride, being played about a future college roommate, or even being talked about behind "a friend's" back, it has happened to me over the last 3 years. What is majorly frustrating is the fact that I offer myself to who ever needs a friend. I give rides, and I go out of my way to make sure people around me are happy and not inconvenienced. I don't mean to twist my own nipple or anything, but I honestly consider myself a loyal and true friend.
I guess what i am getting at is, David Gray is fed up with his mediocre friendships. David Gray is sick of being taken advantage of, being used, and never getting the respect that he deserves. This is only the 2nd blog that I have gone off on a tangent about personal opinions. I am sorry for this. I planned on blogging about something else, but this is just something that cannot leave my mind. I wish I could say something to make this blog a little less boring but hey, like the title of my blog says... This is Dave's thoughts exactly, and when it comes down to it, I will say exactly what I want.
Goodnight my faithful readers. Tomorrow will be a better day my friends.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Seniorica's UNITE!
Hello readers! I never thought I would get the feeling that I'm coasting through life. Coasting is what my senior year has been for me. I have 3 classes: AP Music theory, economics, and public speaking. The other 6 periods are gym(only 3 days), band, chorus and study halls. Now, please don't get me wrong, I am not even close to complaining. This year has given me time to do things I never thought I'd do, like start a BLOG, and write 3 best selling novels. The reason why I brought this up was because as I was standing at work (making a large meatlovers pizza), I thought about how maybe this year off will bite me in the ass next year. Think about it: no math, and science for an entire year after doing those two subjects for the last 12 years of my life. Next year, my brain will be boggled with 8 classes of homework after a whole year of one assignment per week. However, I can't get over senioritis because it is a disease that has plagued my entire brain.
I really think that Senioritis is an actual disease. After 11 years of doing nonstop school work, your body naturally will need a break. I know my body did. In fact, my case of senioritis started when I was a junior and hasn't given me a break since. I have no doubts that my classmates feel the same way. Courtney "Every-other day" Santoro has senioritis so bad, that she is forced to stay home sick every few days because of the severity of her case. Yes, readers, this is a serious pandemic (or is it epidemic?) that will plague America's High school seniors for years to come, until we do something drastic to keep our young minds active.
To combat this problem, I hired a team of world renowned scientists, psychologists, hypochondriacs, and nuclear physicists to come up with a solution to this growing problem. We call ourselves, "The Seniorica's." 17 grueling months and $4.5 million later, The Seniorica's came up with a solution that we know will put an end to this madness. The answer is simple: After successfully completing the 11th grade, students will receive $250 and be allowed to take a full year off of school. This year will be used to relax, and that money should be put towards entertainment, or food. We think this is the only way to go because of 2 reasons.
1) A year off will allow for relaxing with no harm to the person. This is because, after the year is over, the student still has a year left of high school (senior year.. which we know is easy anyways), and the senior year will re-stimulate the mind JUST in time for college. It will be a "second wind" if you will.
2) The $250 will stimulate the economy. Enough said
Goodnight my faithful readers.
I really think that Senioritis is an actual disease. After 11 years of doing nonstop school work, your body naturally will need a break. I know my body did. In fact, my case of senioritis started when I was a junior and hasn't given me a break since. I have no doubts that my classmates feel the same way. Courtney "Every-other day" Santoro has senioritis so bad, that she is forced to stay home sick every few days because of the severity of her case. Yes, readers, this is a serious pandemic (or is it epidemic?) that will plague America's High school seniors for years to come, until we do something drastic to keep our young minds active.
To combat this problem, I hired a team of world renowned scientists, psychologists, hypochondriacs, and nuclear physicists to come up with a solution to this growing problem. We call ourselves, "The Seniorica's." 17 grueling months and $4.5 million later, The Seniorica's came up with a solution that we know will put an end to this madness. The answer is simple: After successfully completing the 11th grade, students will receive $250 and be allowed to take a full year off of school. This year will be used to relax, and that money should be put towards entertainment, or food. We think this is the only way to go because of 2 reasons.
1) A year off will allow for relaxing with no harm to the person. This is because, after the year is over, the student still has a year left of high school (senior year.. which we know is easy anyways), and the senior year will re-stimulate the mind JUST in time for college. It will be a "second wind" if you will.
2) The $250 will stimulate the economy. Enough said
Goodnight my faithful readers.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Fee's and bumble bees?
Hello Readers! You know what really grinds my gears? Stupid idiotic fee's. I got a letter in the mail informing me that I bounced a check. Now, I am a reasonable guy and I could have admitted the mistake and payed the fee with no problem, but do you want to know how much money I was short? $1.25. Yeeeeeah... not cool
If you have been reading all of my blogs frequently, then what I am about to say will make you laugh at my expense. Remember how that day I won $57 at Batavia Downs? To refresh your memory, let me remind you that I had to take an extra $20 from the ATM that day because I am totally not a gambling addict. What sucks big transvestite dick, is the fact that even before I slid my card through the ATM, I thought about how much I had in my bank, and I figured out that if I take out $20, then I will still have $1.75 in my bank account. **let me take this time to tell you that I am very very very aware of every penny that is in my bank. This is mostly because one of my biggest fears is sliding my card at a check out line, and it saying "DENIED"** Anyways, I knew I had some clearance to work with and I still had $260 I was going to deposit on Monday morning, so I took the 20 out without even flinching. What i didn't realize was that the ATM charged my bank account 3 GOD DAMNED DOLLARS to use it! I didn't even know service fee's existed because I hardly use the ATM machines!
I know you would like to think that when I went to the bank and talked to them, they accepted my apology and lifted the fee.... but of course that wasn't the case. I have a $26.25 fee owed to the lovely Medina savings and loan, and of course I will pay it because if I didn't, I would go to jail. So yes, this blog is beginning to be a big book because everything is connecting! It's almost funny how small weird things that happen throughout your day may affect you larger than you'd expect. Thats life I suppose.
Goodnight my faithful readers
If you have been reading all of my blogs frequently, then what I am about to say will make you laugh at my expense. Remember how that day I won $57 at Batavia Downs? To refresh your memory, let me remind you that I had to take an extra $20 from the ATM that day because I am totally not a gambling addict. What sucks big transvestite dick, is the fact that even before I slid my card through the ATM, I thought about how much I had in my bank, and I figured out that if I take out $20, then I will still have $1.75 in my bank account. **let me take this time to tell you that I am very very very aware of every penny that is in my bank. This is mostly because one of my biggest fears is sliding my card at a check out line, and it saying "DENIED"** Anyways, I knew I had some clearance to work with and I still had $260 I was going to deposit on Monday morning, so I took the 20 out without even flinching. What i didn't realize was that the ATM charged my bank account 3 GOD DAMNED DOLLARS to use it! I didn't even know service fee's existed because I hardly use the ATM machines!
I know you would like to think that when I went to the bank and talked to them, they accepted my apology and lifted the fee.... but of course that wasn't the case. I have a $26.25 fee owed to the lovely Medina savings and loan, and of course I will pay it because if I didn't, I would go to jail. So yes, this blog is beginning to be a big book because everything is connecting! It's almost funny how small weird things that happen throughout your day may affect you larger than you'd expect. Thats life I suppose.
Goodnight my faithful readers
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
5% sure isn't 100%
Hello readers! No big intro today; I'm getting right to the serious business that needs to be addressed. This serious business is: 5% fruit juice. This sincerely irritates me. I mean how can a company like tropicana advertise a huge bushel of oranges when in itty bitty lettering in the corner it says "Contains 5% real fruit juice." I guess I don't fully understand that whole "made from concentrate" thing. To me, if it tastes like orange juice, I want it to actually be orange juice.
Let me put it to you this way: When you bite into a nice juicy NY strip steak, you know for a fact that the piece of hearty medium rare flesh has been slaughtered from a once living cow. What the pacaging read like this:
Yeah you would be pissed! What I'm trying to say is that companies can litter their product with all the positive advertisements they want, they can put the best looking pictures on their label. They can even try to make it seem enjoyable by putting a "!" after something that if you really sit back and think about, you would not think was a "!". But when it comes down to it, we skinny people need to stop buying these drinks. Do it for the fat people! Think about it: we*(skinnies) can guzzle down this with no problem. They*(fatties) take 4 sips and they grow some more love handles. So we(again, skinnies) should stop buying the stuff so that the companies will only be able to afford to market 100% fruit juice which may make 'them' become 'us'. So I guess my rant on 5% fruit juice has a double meaning.
In other news... busy weekend for me. I have Friday off which is nice, but Saturday I'm going to guard championships, and Sunday I have Drumline championships. woooo! busy busy.
Goodnight my faithful readers
*Note that if you are a fattie, you can switch "we" and "they"
Let me put it to you this way: When you bite into a nice juicy NY strip steak, you know for a fact that the piece of hearty medium rare flesh has been slaughtered from a once living cow. What the pacaging read like this:
Yeah you would be pissed! What I'm trying to say is that companies can litter their product with all the positive advertisements they want, they can put the best looking pictures on their label. They can even try to make it seem enjoyable by putting a "!" after something that if you really sit back and think about, you would not think was a "!". But when it comes down to it, we skinny people need to stop buying these drinks. Do it for the fat people! Think about it: we*(skinnies) can guzzle down this with no problem. They*(fatties) take 4 sips and they grow some more love handles. So we(again, skinnies) should stop buying the stuff so that the companies will only be able to afford to market 100% fruit juice which may make 'them' become 'us'. So I guess my rant on 5% fruit juice has a double meaning.
In other news... busy weekend for me. I have Friday off which is nice, but Saturday I'm going to guard championships, and Sunday I have Drumline championships. woooo! busy busy.
Goodnight my faithful readers
*Note that if you are a fattie, you can switch "we" and "they"
Monday, March 31, 2008
The cure
Hello frequent blog readers.. This is my 7th blog, and so far it is taking off! If this is the first blog you are reading, I advise you to read from the bottom and read them all because from now on, I will be making subtle comments related to past blogs in the hopes of a chuckle or two.
Today was not a good day. No other way to put it! However, seeing as this blog provides answers to every one of life's questions, and anything written in this blog should be strictly abode by, I will not make this any less than what is expected. Tonight, I shall choose to express my feelings on global warming.
As i sit here munching on God's Nutsacks, I ponder what the answer is to the problem of our lovely earth heating up and boiling our bodies in a sea of melted glaciers. In my eyes, there are two different ways we can go about defeating this seemingly inevitable loss of mankind.
1) Stop using gasoline!!! Just STOP! If scientists and inventors can make these crazy things that make life luxurious for us all, then they can make some sort of engine converter that makes water work an engine! Let me put it to you this way... imagine going down the street and hearing a huge truck start up... instead seeing smoke come out of the exahust, you see bubbles in the shape of kangaroos come out.
2) Go back to horse and buggy, with one key difference: Genetically enhanced Stallions! Think about it; scientists could create these horses that can run up to 128.9 mph, only needing to stop for a fill-up of steroids and water every 80 miles. That means you'd be getting 40 miles to a syringe! (get it....like 40 miles to a gallon...yeeeah)
So those are my ideas. Obviously it would take some money to get this accomplished, but I think with our country being so wealthy, out of debt, and being economically stable consistently for the past 75 years, we can do anything we put our little minds to.
Goodnight my faithful readers
Today was not a good day. No other way to put it! However, seeing as this blog provides answers to every one of life's questions, and anything written in this blog should be strictly abode by, I will not make this any less than what is expected. Tonight, I shall choose to express my feelings on global warming.
As i sit here munching on God's Nutsacks, I ponder what the answer is to the problem of our lovely earth heating up and boiling our bodies in a sea of melted glaciers. In my eyes, there are two different ways we can go about defeating this seemingly inevitable loss of mankind.
1) Stop using gasoline!!! Just STOP! If scientists and inventors can make these crazy things that make life luxurious for us all, then they can make some sort of engine converter that makes water work an engine! Let me put it to you this way... imagine going down the street and hearing a huge truck start up... instead seeing smoke come out of the exahust, you see bubbles in the shape of kangaroos come out.
2) Go back to horse and buggy, with one key difference: Genetically enhanced Stallions! Think about it; scientists could create these horses that can run up to 128.9 mph, only needing to stop for a fill-up of steroids and water every 80 miles. That means you'd be getting 40 miles to a syringe! (get it....like 40 miles to a gallon...yeeeah)
So those are my ideas. Obviously it would take some money to get this accomplished, but I think with our country being so wealthy, out of debt, and being economically stable consistently for the past 75 years, we can do anything we put our little minds to.
Goodnight my faithful readers
Sunday, March 30, 2008
MY SISTER
Ok, literally 10 minutes after i wrote that HUGE blog about the depressing side of life, I received a call from my aunt informing me that my sister was proposed to by her boyfriend!! So i guess maybe this cluster is finally ending(if you don't understand that statement, read the previous blog post). congrats sis, you deserve it.
Life for granted
Hello world. Life is really short. You would be lying if you said that you never thought about your inevitable death. We all have done it. As i sit here, I can't help but think about 3 people who I know who have died within the last week, and one amazing women who came pretty darn close. It seems as though bad things happen in clusters, and those clusters happen about 6 months apart.
Let me put it to you this way: My mom had a stroke in April of 2005. During the same time, my grandfather had a heart attack and luckily, both made full recoveries. October 2005 marked another cluster when my aunt was diagnosed with almost every type cancer imaginable, my mom found out she had breast cancer, and my grandpas wife got colon cancer. Unfortunately, this time, only my mom and grandpa's wife made full recoveries; my aunt is still fighting for her life as i type this.
I only am writing about this depressing crap because I had a lousy day and all I could think about was how people around me have it so much worse. It makes me mad at myself when I sit here and complain that my feet or back hurt because at this very second, Mrs. Dreyfus is fighting for her life and my dad's lifetime best friend is laying in a 6 foot grave.
We all take life for granted every day we live. We are all so focused on our goals that we forget about the shit that is going on around us. Perhaps that is how it should be. It makes perfect sense to assume that "God" wants us to life a goal oriented life and not worry solely on the people who don't have it as good, but at the same time it really doesn't hurt to sit down and think about what's going on around you because you never know when you're going to be the one people are feeling sorry for.
Goodnight my faithful readers
Let me put it to you this way: My mom had a stroke in April of 2005. During the same time, my grandfather had a heart attack and luckily, both made full recoveries. October 2005 marked another cluster when my aunt was diagnosed with almost every type cancer imaginable, my mom found out she had breast cancer, and my grandpas wife got colon cancer. Unfortunately, this time, only my mom and grandpa's wife made full recoveries; my aunt is still fighting for her life as i type this.
I only am writing about this depressing crap because I had a lousy day and all I could think about was how people around me have it so much worse. It makes me mad at myself when I sit here and complain that my feet or back hurt because at this very second, Mrs. Dreyfus is fighting for her life and my dad's lifetime best friend is laying in a 6 foot grave.
We all take life for granted every day we live. We are all so focused on our goals that we forget about the shit that is going on around us. Perhaps that is how it should be. It makes perfect sense to assume that "God" wants us to life a goal oriented life and not worry solely on the people who don't have it as good, but at the same time it really doesn't hurt to sit down and think about what's going on around you because you never know when you're going to be the one people are feeling sorry for.
Goodnight my faithful readers
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Blog Buzz
On the bus ride up to ESM (3.5 freaking hours away), there was this stupid nagging thought that kept coming in my head:Blogging!! There is something about it that gives me a buzz. Perhaps it's the fact that even though I am out going, I keep A LOT of my personal thoughts to myself, and by writing in here, I am giving anyone who wants access into my head a free ticket.
Anyways, 2nd place today. Here is how the top two played out:
Victor: 88.8
Medina: 88.5
WE GOT BEAT BY .3!!!! How lame is that?! Ok to you this might not be as lame but let me put the sequence of events from this day into here so you can see how frustrating this is. Ok here it goes. We get on the bus at 9:30am and head out for ESM. About half way there, the truck pulling the trailer with all of our equipment broke down! How shittty. So for the next 1.52 hours, we say doubled(some triple) to a seat and put all of our drums on the yellow buses. To make matters worse, NYSPC rules state that a competing drumline must compete in at least 2 shows in order to be eligible to compete in championships. This is our second show so we couldn't miss is!
Ok so we get there, and good 'ol Mr. Myhill came and pulled the trailer with his big 4x4, and made it JUST in time for warm up with the rest of the line. You would think this is the end of the story... but you're wrong. Turns out, good 'ol Kline forgot his drum harness. AWESOMEEEEEE. That was quickly fixed when we borrowed ESM's tenor harness. If you know anything about drums, you know that they have to be fitted to each individual's specs...so that took about 15 minute to do...HOWEVER, like all crazy stories go, there is more. As i tightened the lug to one of the support bars, the lug SNAPS. The harness is now useless, but it was time to go on so we had to think on our feet. Luckily, Mr.Clark found another ESM harness to use and we made that work for the show.
All in all, we really came together as a group today though. There was no (well maybe a little) complaining about the crazy situations, and if anything we all can laugh about it now. But as I sit here fulfilling my blog craving, I can't help but think about Mrs. Dreyfus. This amazing woman who has stood by (with her husband) and supported the band program through thick and thin, suffered a brain hemorrhage, and is fighting for her life. I sincerely hope for a fast and full recovery. I leave you-my faithful blog fan base- with a sentimental end to this blog. Please visit this website, and click on "visit a patient page." The login info is:
Login: Dreyfus
Password: 1 wonder woman (leave all spaces in)
Please show your support. Thank you for reading, and check back tomorrow night for more.
Anyways, 2nd place today. Here is how the top two played out:
Victor: 88.8
Medina: 88.5
WE GOT BEAT BY .3!!!! How lame is that?! Ok to you this might not be as lame but let me put the sequence of events from this day into here so you can see how frustrating this is. Ok here it goes. We get on the bus at 9:30am and head out for ESM. About half way there, the truck pulling the trailer with all of our equipment broke down! How shittty. So for the next 1.52 hours, we say doubled(some triple) to a seat and put all of our drums on the yellow buses. To make matters worse, NYSPC rules state that a competing drumline must compete in at least 2 shows in order to be eligible to compete in championships. This is our second show so we couldn't miss is!
Ok so we get there, and good 'ol Mr. Myhill came and pulled the trailer with his big 4x4, and made it JUST in time for warm up with the rest of the line. You would think this is the end of the story... but you're wrong. Turns out, good 'ol Kline forgot his drum harness. AWESOMEEEEEE. That was quickly fixed when we borrowed ESM's tenor harness. If you know anything about drums, you know that they have to be fitted to each individual's specs...so that took about 15 minute to do...HOWEVER, like all crazy stories go, there is more. As i tightened the lug to one of the support bars, the lug SNAPS. The harness is now useless, but it was time to go on so we had to think on our feet. Luckily, Mr.Clark found another ESM harness to use and we made that work for the show.
All in all, we really came together as a group today though. There was no (well maybe a little) complaining about the crazy situations, and if anything we all can laugh about it now. But as I sit here fulfilling my blog craving, I can't help but think about Mrs. Dreyfus. This amazing woman who has stood by (with her husband) and supported the band program through thick and thin, suffered a brain hemorrhage, and is fighting for her life. I sincerely hope for a fast and full recovery. I leave you-my faithful blog fan base- with a sentimental end to this blog. Please visit this website, and click on "visit a patient page." The login info is:
Login: Dreyfus
Password: 1 wonder woman (leave all spaces in)
Please show your support. Thank you for reading, and check back tomorrow night for more.
Friday, March 28, 2008
$57 and a can of Mt.Dew
As i sat at Erik's house playing cards, I looked down at my Mt.Dew can and had a sickening thought. The part of that can that I put my mouth on has not been sterile since it was manufactured(if it was even sterile then)....that means that the dust gathered during packaging, delivery, and the fat ass fondling it at Tops is now all over your lips (which I'm guessing you will lick sooner or later and it then will be transfered into your body and create some new form of cancer I'm sure).
So I went gambling today at Batavia Downs. Lost $15 playing video poker within the first 20 minutes. Soooo I got up, went to the ATM and got out another $20(Please tell me that doesn't make me sound like a gambling addict) and then, my friends, 'Ol Davey-boy had a change in luck. Ashley and I walked around for a little while and I saw this one lonely slot machine...it was as if time stopped for a brief moment and the machine said "hey asshole, stick money in me and gamble your life away." My crisp 20 slid, oh so gently into the tight crevice, and the machine read 80 credits ($.25 per credit). I always max bet because momma always said, "When playing a progressive, max bet so you win the max prize...you gotta lose big to win big!" And lose big i did. I was down to 25 quarters when all of a sudden a flash occurred! An old man walking by said "YOU'RE WINNING BIG!" (In my head I said "your balls must be reeeeally loose and saggy").
But the old man was right...
When the lights stopped flashing and the dings stopped dinging, there was only 3 numbers i saw in bright red: PLAYER CREDITS: 228.... yup thats right 57 bucks just like that. I quickly texted(or is it just "text"?) my dad to tell him the news. His only response was, "go home a winner, cash out now. DONT BLOW IT"
So when it was all said and done, I was a big fat winner. Oh....on a side note, I saw Charlie Gomez playing a slot machine! I think maybe his whole family came together because one full row was full of Mexicans(but hey it could be just an enormous coincidence because I have read that even if they aren't family, Mexicans will flock to one another.) But seriously, Charlie Gomez!!! What are the odds of that? Anyways, yeah I'm a winner and it feels good. Tomorrow I have a drumline competition which should be a blast, hopefully we make it two weeks in a row in 1st place! Ok bed time, gotta wake up waaay early tomorrow. Hmmm... I should probably finish this Cancer infested can of Mt. Dew first though...
Goodnight my faithful readers
So I went gambling today at Batavia Downs. Lost $15 playing video poker within the first 20 minutes. Soooo I got up, went to the ATM and got out another $20(Please tell me that doesn't make me sound like a gambling addict) and then, my friends, 'Ol Davey-boy had a change in luck. Ashley and I walked around for a little while and I saw this one lonely slot machine...it was as if time stopped for a brief moment and the machine said "hey asshole, stick money in me and gamble your life away." My crisp 20 slid, oh so gently into the tight crevice, and the machine read 80 credits ($.25 per credit). I always max bet because momma always said, "When playing a progressive, max bet so you win the max prize...you gotta lose big to win big!" And lose big i did. I was down to 25 quarters when all of a sudden a flash occurred! An old man walking by said "YOU'RE WINNING BIG!" (In my head I said "your balls must be reeeeally loose and saggy").
But the old man was right...
When the lights stopped flashing and the dings stopped dinging, there was only 3 numbers i saw in bright red: PLAYER CREDITS: 228.... yup thats right 57 bucks just like that. I quickly texted(or is it just "text"?) my dad to tell him the news. His only response was, "go home a winner, cash out now. DONT BLOW IT"
So when it was all said and done, I was a big fat winner. Oh....on a side note, I saw Charlie Gomez playing a slot machine! I think maybe his whole family came together because one full row was full of Mexicans(but hey it could be just an enormous coincidence because I have read that even if they aren't family, Mexicans will flock to one another.) But seriously, Charlie Gomez!!! What are the odds of that? Anyways, yeah I'm a winner and it feels good. Tomorrow I have a drumline competition which should be a blast, hopefully we make it two weeks in a row in 1st place! Ok bed time, gotta wake up waaay early tomorrow. Hmmm... I should probably finish this Cancer infested can of Mt. Dew first though...
Goodnight my faithful readers
Thursday, March 27, 2008
First blog
I always have way too many thoughts going through my head. I feel as though it's unsafe to be thinking so many things and not get them out somehow. Hence, the BLOG. To me, a blog is nothing more than a diary that nosy people can read. I plan on using this blog to let some steam off, and maybe even express a few views i might have. However let me warn you... I will say whatever and i mean WHATEVER I feel like saying on here. My grammar is hardly ever correct, some of my sentences may last 4 paragraphs, and my thoughts may be totally unfinished, but deal with it because I am interesting enough to keep reading. So, I will say this once, and once only.... If you don't like it, or you don't agree with it, feel free to stop reading, or better yet light yourself on fire in the middle of a crowded bus terminal. (but seriously)
For my first ever blog, I think I'll write about M&Ms. In front of me at this very moment, I have a 45.0oz (or 2 lbs 3.0oz) bag of Delicious Milk Chocolate melt in your mouth (not your hand), goodness. There is just something about these little bite size goodies that make me think that each delicious, mouthwatering fingernail sized choco-bit is actually a miniature version of God's nut sack. **Please note: Scientific research has more then proven that God's nut sack is in the shape of a humans head**
Why is it that once i dip my hand into the bag once, I just cannot stop? I feel like an addict. As I sit here and write this, I swear to you that I stop every 20ish seconds and shovel a handful of heaven into my mouth.
So I leave you with that; My first blog. I plan on keeping this for as long as I can, so please stay tuned and enjoy every suspenseful second as you read what is written by someone who could easily be your next mayor, senator, governor, or even....President of the United States of America.
Goodnight my faithful readers
For my first ever blog, I think I'll write about M&Ms. In front of me at this very moment, I have a 45.0oz (or 2 lbs 3.0oz) bag of Delicious Milk Chocolate melt in your mouth (not your hand), goodness. There is just something about these little bite size goodies that make me think that each delicious, mouthwatering fingernail sized choco-bit is actually a miniature version of God's nut sack. **Please note: Scientific research has more then proven that God's nut sack is in the shape of a humans head**
Why is it that once i dip my hand into the bag once, I just cannot stop? I feel like an addict. As I sit here and write this, I swear to you that I stop every 20ish seconds and shovel a handful of heaven into my mouth.
So I leave you with that; My first blog. I plan on keeping this for as long as I can, so please stay tuned and enjoy every suspenseful second as you read what is written by someone who could easily be your next mayor, senator, governor, or even....President of the United States of America.
Goodnight my faithful readers
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