Wednesday, August 30, 2006
another summer come and gone or going atleast. Ive sepnt the last week making all the arrangements for our next place, which were moving into this friday. Christopher and i are both very excited to be getting our own place, with out a different roomate each week. We were also relieved to find out that when the airforce has orders for thier airmen that force them to change locations they pay for a move for them, 8000 lbs for free. So, that means we dont have to refurnish this place from absolutely nothing like we thought we were going to have to. Christophers mom is being very helpful and is sending a ton of other stuff along with all of his thing, so that is very cool. We still need to get a couch, so dont make any travel plans yet kartmazovs (or oakley). The only hitch for the whole thing is that we have no clue when the stuff is comming. It has to be with in 30 days of the request, and it may be like within a week or 2.. but we really have no idea. Ahh how fun. .. the joy of surprise.
We'll have our new phone and cable and internet all set up by wednesday next week, so ill most likely dissapear friday and ill be back online by wednesday (for those of you who see me on msn -- or those of you who rag on me when i go a day or 2 without blogging -- ahem..oakley, kat). When i return, I imagine ill be even more crazy than i currently am.. being with out any furniture, cable, phone, or internet for 5 days. Those that know me, know that i wont handle that well. It will be alot of long days playing solitare on the laptop. But, the new place is on the other side of the hill that the base is on though, so well be closer to a new town called pacific grove. than we are to monterey though technically were still in monterey. Anyways... ill have a new "city" to go check out.
On a different note.. i thought id give you all another fart update, as i know how entertaining fart humor is to my classy friends. Christopher and i went to rent a movie from the local place we go to, a small store with three different rooms for different types of movies. We were in the action section, a tiny little room off the main room, just me Christopher and some random asian man... Christopher was hanging out in the doorway, i was on the other side of him, and the guy was on the other side of me, not but 3 feet away. Christopher FARTED!! I mean he really let one rip too! The man looked up wide eyed at me, and then quickly back at the wall of movies. I looked over to Christopher, to give him hell... and he wasnt there!! I then realized that he slipped out the door way as soon as he did it, leaving the little asian man to think that it was I that cut the cheese!.... man i could have died. I literally ran out of the little action movies room (where all the action was that night) and into the comedy room where Christopher was hiding (the little comedian that he thinks he is), seriously enjoying his little prank -- laughing his little ass off. I could have killed him. Whats worse is i had to go back into the action room to get the movie i wanted and the man was still in there. I didnt even look to see if he looked up at us the second time -- i just ran in and out -- movie in hand. Anyway, im begining to think that maybe that the Fart Man really is Christopher. Arent i lucky to have such a witty man? har har har...
Saturday, August 26, 2006
OK.... for some strange reason the beach pics from like forever ago are finally uploading (and ive tried like 4 billion times). This is the beach up a ways from my place, like a 15 minute drive north. And just on the other side of that sand cliff is a strip mall, and a highway. Its so strange to have something so beautiful by something so .. urban.
Here is the picture of the parasailer or glider or whatever the hell theyre called.
I want to try it, but I dont think christopher is a big fan of that idea.
And those are some of the pictures of the beach. I got a new camera for my birthday (thanks mom), so im guessing the next few posts will be picture happy. Providing i can get this uploading thing to work again.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
So, Ni has left for her vacation, and wont be back until after i leave. I WAS looking forward to having the house to ourselves.. ya right. Her house guest is away for this week, because Ni invited some one to sublet her room for this week. Then of course the house guest is comming back. so.. no time alone. The new roomate is very chatty. When she isnt chatting me up, or christopher.. her cell phone is glued to her head. Seriously, yesterday, I was helping Christopher with his homework, and she comes out and starts asking random questions about the DLI (the language base). If that wasnt enough, later, when christopher was sleeping, and i was doing some sit ups she comes out to go to the bathroom, but instead sees me doing situps and says "ooo i should do that, excersize really makes you feel good... how many do you do.. i took a salsa class once, you really have to use your Abs for that..." and on and on.. i seriously didnt say a thing, i mean im counting to 100, and im somewhere around 50, i dont want to stop, or god forbid lose count. But, its a condundrum right, cause i dont want to listen to her either. Then of course my mean side comes out, and my mind starts wandering...and all i can think is "put your money where your mouth is fatty and excerize if it feels soo good" or "how do you know what excersize feels like blimpo..your one salsa lesson?" Man, im glad i dont say horrible things like that. Im sure its bad enough that i think them, but.. its been well established im already going to hell -- so whats it matter.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
I laid on the couch and considered going to sleep yet again, and seeing if a fourth try to the day may help my circumstances, but i just got an advil instead. I sat back down, took off my hoodie, and like a minute later, Christopher pointed at something on the carpet beside me and my hoodie and said "look". I looked.. it was a BEE.. a dead bee! He picked it up and threw it out, and you know what the fucker was missing? You got it kids, his stinger.. and you know where it was? Yup you guess it again, it was in my fucking bottom eye lid, like a millimeter from my eye. My hero pulled out the stinger, and it felt better right away... dont get me wrong.. it still hurts like hell.. but it doesnt feel like im going to die anymore atleast. So, im left wondering, when did the bee sneak into my hoodie? How did he sting me without me noticing? Would he have stung me if i didnt go back to bed? The only answer i could come up with is "damn, i hate bees".
Friday, August 11, 2006
On another note, i also wanted update my links page to add this True stories blog i read. Its got some pretty crazy stories posted on it... and the guy is a good writer. IF for some reason i cant figure out how to update my side bar links, here is his blog address
I guess thats about it folks. Now if i can just get these damn pics to upload im outta here.