It's been a while since I blogged but dear God did this EVER deserve it's own entry.
There was a woman in the Septa Broad Street Line Train today who was, for the most part, psychotic with a side of crazy.
Imagine my surprise walking into the train to hear this woman screaming at the top of her lungs as if she was getting stabbed in the thigh with a spork. What really tipped the iceberg? The crap she was saying. Here are some delightful quotes:
"I'm here warning you all! Warning you all all over the world!"
"Don't sign nuffin! They are raping babies in the hospital! Doctors rape babies all over the world!"
"Just have your baby, grab it, and run! I'm not lieing! I'm not lie~STOP LAUGHING!"
"Don't go to bars! They poison us! They make us sick all over the world!"
"Doctors are using dirty needles! Dirty needles to kill us! I'm warning you all!"
"Babies are being filled with semen!" (I almost died at this point.)
Now. You will notice an on going theme all over the blog. Apparently, she must've thought this particular train was on the equator line and not just Broad Street. Also, any woman that can give birth, then grab her child and run deserves a metal for having a super regenerative birth canal.
Philly is a scary place sometimes.
All over the world, yo.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Monday, December 6, 2010
Dear Dad,
The song maybe somewhat corny, but it conveys what I'm trying to say.
Around this time last year you left us. It was closer to Thanksgiving when you passed (which killed most of the meaning of that day for me, but that's not your fault) but I was squeemish on typing this at all. I guess it's the least I could do since I haven't been to your grave since your burial.
I hope, if there's such a thing as an after life, that you don't think I've forgotten you. That me not visiting your remains more often means I don't care. That I try to not think about you almost on purpose because I dislike you. I try to not think about you because it still pains me your gone. Different things will remind me of you and I have to quickly knock it down or be lost in memories and regrets.
I know that everyone goes at one point, I just wish your time wasn't so soon. Every time I accomplish something, I think of you and wish you were there to see me. From little things as driving all by myself to major things like my first day of college. Hell...driving alone I still remember how you'd sit me on your lap and let me take the wheel down the neighborhood. I used to think of how awesome it would be to drive you around all over the place for a change...
Growing up, you always intimidated me. Typical of a father/son respect thing, I guess. You always seemed so serious and stern. Now, as an adult, I think back to how you were and see where I got my own goofy traits from. We truly weren't all as different as I thought we were. I wish I would've reached the age of reason sooner only to have gotten to know you as a person versus just the parental unit... Fact of the matter is, the thought of you not being there never crossed my mind. I didn't even think it was feasible. Then it felt like life took you away from me over night and in that very moment I was left to fend for myself. What I used to see as being over protective was actually the only thing holding me together. I'm so sorry for all the trouble I gave you growing up not knowing this.
Even as an adult, I'm still sorry. I'm sure I'm no where near where you would have wanted me to be at, and probably would've whooped my ass for it, but at the same time I knew I'd always be able to count on you to be the shoulder for me to lean on. I know I wouldn't be struggling anywhere near as I am now had you still been around.
Regardless, things happen and life goes on. It's hard to go on without you, but I've at least been able to make it this far, if anything, thanks to things you've taught me. I only hope that when my time comes, I could've accomplished even half of what you did in your life.
Even with mistakes that you made, and moments where I knew you were wrong, and everything else in general, I will always love you and miss you more than I lead on to. It kills me that I haven't been able to visit your grave, but I'm sure you know that you cross my mind more often than I admit to. Bare minimum, I figured I'd type everything I wish I could've said to you while you were with us. You were an amazing father and a cool friend in the end when I was finally hitting the age of reason.
I miss you dad and I hope you are getting plenty of angel-ass.
Love,
Your son,
Elvis
Around this time last year you left us. It was closer to Thanksgiving when you passed (which killed most of the meaning of that day for me, but that's not your fault) but I was squeemish on typing this at all. I guess it's the least I could do since I haven't been to your grave since your burial.
I hope, if there's such a thing as an after life, that you don't think I've forgotten you. That me not visiting your remains more often means I don't care. That I try to not think about you almost on purpose because I dislike you. I try to not think about you because it still pains me your gone. Different things will remind me of you and I have to quickly knock it down or be lost in memories and regrets.
I know that everyone goes at one point, I just wish your time wasn't so soon. Every time I accomplish something, I think of you and wish you were there to see me. From little things as driving all by myself to major things like my first day of college. Hell...driving alone I still remember how you'd sit me on your lap and let me take the wheel down the neighborhood. I used to think of how awesome it would be to drive you around all over the place for a change...
Growing up, you always intimidated me. Typical of a father/son respect thing, I guess. You always seemed so serious and stern. Now, as an adult, I think back to how you were and see where I got my own goofy traits from. We truly weren't all as different as I thought we were. I wish I would've reached the age of reason sooner only to have gotten to know you as a person versus just the parental unit... Fact of the matter is, the thought of you not being there never crossed my mind. I didn't even think it was feasible. Then it felt like life took you away from me over night and in that very moment I was left to fend for myself. What I used to see as being over protective was actually the only thing holding me together. I'm so sorry for all the trouble I gave you growing up not knowing this.
Even as an adult, I'm still sorry. I'm sure I'm no where near where you would have wanted me to be at, and probably would've whooped my ass for it, but at the same time I knew I'd always be able to count on you to be the shoulder for me to lean on. I know I wouldn't be struggling anywhere near as I am now had you still been around.
Regardless, things happen and life goes on. It's hard to go on without you, but I've at least been able to make it this far, if anything, thanks to things you've taught me. I only hope that when my time comes, I could've accomplished even half of what you did in your life.
Even with mistakes that you made, and moments where I knew you were wrong, and everything else in general, I will always love you and miss you more than I lead on to. It kills me that I haven't been able to visit your grave, but I'm sure you know that you cross my mind more often than I admit to. Bare minimum, I figured I'd type everything I wish I could've said to you while you were with us. You were an amazing father and a cool friend in the end when I was finally hitting the age of reason.
I miss you dad and I hope you are getting plenty of angel-ass.
Love,
Your son,
Elvis
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Death
I seem to be kind of bothered by this topic as of late...
This is the first time I speak of this out in the open. Only person I've told about this is Matt. Bare with me as its a lot of random thoughts strung together. Also, if you don't like this topic either I suggest you don't read the rest of this blog.
Ok, you are warned.
Lately, the whole dieing thing is becoming more than just an after thought. I think I'm going through a mid life crisis or what have you, but I figured that would happen when I turn 40, not now.
I feel a combination of a fear of death mixed with a feeling of insignificance.
Before, whenever I thought of death, I didn't really put much thought into it. My mentality was just "it happens, make the most of things until it does". As it should be, really. Lately though, the thought of actually dieing has me a bit freaked out. Nothing really triggered this (that I know of), just one day I put deep thought into it and I've been out of it since.
Death is unpredictable. You could be fine one day and dead the next. There are infinite number of variables that could get you snuffed out. Like now. I'm sitting on the patco train. It could derail before I get to send this, though most likely it won't. I could suddenly collapse from XYZ sudden health issue. Some one in the train can go on a killing spree. Hell, I could die from a slip and fall just getting off of this dumb train. Really really meaningless and purposeless thought processes have been the usual for a bit now, it seems. Just sudden paranoia, I guess.
If that's not bad enough, I also mix in insignificance with this mentality. My death would just be a statistic. A circle of people will mourn my passing until I become an after thought. Everything I held dear and worked for will be rendered unimportant and whatever I was working towards will never happen. There is literally nothing special nor unique about me to be more than a statistic, and the world would continue, as it has been, when I do go. It makes me think of the billions of people that have died before me and how their existence (or lack there of) meant nothing to me until just recently. I ended up mourning for their loss for a while, thinking that other than stupid ghost shows, few would still even care that they did exist. Its a shame I didn't pay better attention in American history class in high school. It didn't dawn on me at the time that I spat on the very people I owe everything I have now to. I did like world history, though? XD
Part of me would love to go into acting or stand up (LAWL stand up with blogs like this?). If not for the fun of it, but just because it would be the only way I feel I'd ever be remembered. As close to immortality as I can get. Hell, once I die, then the people that kept my after thought with them die, that's it. I, myself, don't know who the hell my great grand parents are nor do I even have a way of finding out. That's all it takes to just vanish.
Faith in an after life seems to be the balance to this equation, but as much as I hate to admit it, I've been casting doubt on it. Now that I think about it, this is probably what is making the whole death thing worse. Eternal darkness. No thinking. No dreaming. No feeling (physical and emotional). Just. Nothingness. There has been so many different religions through out human history that it makes me feel that their very existence was birthed to better block out the realities of death. This frightens me. I hope there is an after life.
As far as my own faith goes, for those wondering, would be best described with a book series Brittany introduced me too years ago. Its been the only spiritual reading that I've done that has made sense to me. "conversations with god" is the book. Good read.
Anyway, that's a little side tracking but somewhat relevant since everything right now has doubt casted on it.
Coming close to my stop before I go to work, so ending this here. Would love a second opinion if someone cared enough to read this. If not its fine. I feel a little better just typing this out at all.
:)
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Woo...
Not so much happened for a while which kind of removed the urge to blog... Until now at least. July seems to be the month of new beginnings for me.
First off, I decided to switch jobs. I gave in my two weeks notice and said my farewells to Devereux and now work at GameStop.
So far, this has been the best choice I've made in a long time. Its going from a (while trying to kill you) job that kind of grows on you to a job that I'm a supageek with. Huge weight off of my shoulders and my stress level is at the lowest its been since before I ever arrived to NJ.
I also decided to move in with a new roommate. This was a financial move and where I will be at will be much cheaper in rent. End result? An Elvis with the time and financial backings to finally have a social life.
Going back to the new job though... I'm still getting adjusted to the fact that I live in one state and work in another. Normal for people in the area yet mind boggling for me. I have to take a PATCO train first to then catch a SEPTA subway afterwards. It amuses me since I stare out the window a lot.
That's pretty much it for me so far. Nothing special. Mostly boring but damn well big for me! So stfu.
>:C
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
First off, I decided to switch jobs. I gave in my two weeks notice and said my farewells to Devereux and now work at GameStop.
So far, this has been the best choice I've made in a long time. Its going from a (while trying to kill you) job that kind of grows on you to a job that I'm a supageek with. Huge weight off of my shoulders and my stress level is at the lowest its been since before I ever arrived to NJ.
I also decided to move in with a new roommate. This was a financial move and where I will be at will be much cheaper in rent. End result? An Elvis with the time and financial backings to finally have a social life.
Going back to the new job though... I'm still getting adjusted to the fact that I live in one state and work in another. Normal for people in the area yet mind boggling for me. I have to take a PATCO train first to then catch a SEPTA subway afterwards. It amuses me since I stare out the window a lot.
That's pretty much it for me so far. Nothing special. Mostly boring but damn well big for me! So stfu.
>:C
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Car, shift changes, and phones... Oh my!
Well, its been a while, but things are going my way finally. This is probably the first time in a great many Blog posts that I don't feel like an emo kid for writing it.
Granted, mentioning that thought is emo on itself. Did I just divide by zero?
Anyway, here is the jiff of things. Marcel from my job managed to bag himself a better job (congrats brah!) which freed up his shift. Now, his shift is from Friday to Monday which bites, but more money and no more night shift! Yay! I can finally sleep like a normal person again!
I also managed to reconnect myself to the world and got myself a fancier BlackBerry phone. It looks identical to my old phone, but cooler gadgets (I has GPS!) This also means I can Blog from my phone again, so yay!
Last but most certainly not least, I'm on the road again! My new car is a 1997 Monte Carlo. I find it kind of funny that it looks like an older version of my old Nissan... White with a wing on the trunk and all. Difference being this car is a two door while my old car was four. Was a mission to get it, but thanks to Steve we managed to get me going.
Oh, and I'm NOT spontaneously moving within a small smudge of time! LOL stability ftw!
While everything isn't perfect, per say, the small amount of drama going on right now is barely a blip on my radar, with the exception of my mom resurfacing thanks to one of my sister's absent minded friends. This Blog post is too awesome to get into details about that crap, though. I'll touch base on it later.
I will end this post with the following awesome word:
HUGGBEES
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Granted, mentioning that thought is emo on itself. Did I just divide by zero?
Anyway, here is the jiff of things. Marcel from my job managed to bag himself a better job (congrats brah!) which freed up his shift. Now, his shift is from Friday to Monday which bites, but more money and no more night shift! Yay! I can finally sleep like a normal person again!
I also managed to reconnect myself to the world and got myself a fancier BlackBerry phone. It looks identical to my old phone, but cooler gadgets (I has GPS!) This also means I can Blog from my phone again, so yay!
Last but most certainly not least, I'm on the road again! My new car is a 1997 Monte Carlo. I find it kind of funny that it looks like an older version of my old Nissan... White with a wing on the trunk and all. Difference being this car is a two door while my old car was four. Was a mission to get it, but thanks to Steve we managed to get me going.
Oh, and I'm NOT spontaneously moving within a small smudge of time! LOL stability ftw!
While everything isn't perfect, per say, the small amount of drama going on right now is barely a blip on my radar, with the exception of my mom resurfacing thanks to one of my sister's absent minded friends. This Blog post is too awesome to get into details about that crap, though. I'll touch base on it later.
I will end this post with the following awesome word:
HUGGBEES
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Readers Digest
I'm le tired.
I promised some kind of an update. I don't want to some like I'm not a man of my word, so I'll just give a bulleted list of the important notes of the last couple of months:
I promised some kind of an update. I don't want to some like I'm not a man of my word, so I'll just give a bulleted list of the important notes of the last couple of months:
- I still like cheese.
- Wish I was doing better with college. Can't afford books, which makes it rough/impossible to keep up. Before anyone replies with links to cheap book stores, I'm living paycheck to paycheck.
- On that. End of the month I get paid and have to pay bills = broke. Begining of the month, I probably overdrafted and still pay rent = broke.
- On a good note, one way or another I should get some kind of a monetary boost. Job is doing good, despite the current pay being ass.
- My Blackberry has been defeated by Toilet. R.I.P. I need a new phone. =\
- I love cheese.
- My hair has gotten long as hell.
- I've also gotten quite skinny. Haven't stepped on a scale to see the damages.
- On that, Mike should be getting his car soon. Totally going to hit the gym with him.
- One day, I will be hot, but not at the rate this NJ weather is going.
- My air matress has a hole in it. I came to realize this waking up in the middle of the night and realizing the poofy air feeling has been replaced with floor flat feeling.
- Thanksgiving at Patty's was actually quite nice. Small group (Patty, Chris, and Jo)...wouldn't have had it any other way.
- I still miss everyone in Florida. Dearly.
- SCH75GET
- I might be depressed/misrable, but at least I still manage to deliver my charming personality and a warm smile. YAY!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Teaser Post?
I haven't posted in a while. This is due to me having a very repetitive and boring life. That, and I've been waiting to have something positive to post about.
Yep.
Today is a day to give "thanks", even though it's implied by most religious agencies that thanks should be given daily. Unless, of course, it's actually meant for Native Americans to give thanks the white devils didn't extinct them as a species. Whatever floats your boat! Either way, hope you all enjoy your turkey genocide!
Holy hell...I think I just made myself sound like a vegan.
Just in case, I do enjoy me some good turkey! It's one pro of this holiday. Hope you all don't eat yourselves into a coma. If you do...could I have your stuff?
I'll bounce back and give a better update to what's going on with me. As far as today goes, I thought I was going to do a double shift today at work. Turns out it's only night shift. Going to eat unnatural amounts of holiday food (yes, this means meat) at Patty's today. At least, until it starts getting close to 11PM...then it's off to Bayberry with me! Yay!
Oh, my phone is officially dead, btw. For those of you who read this blog but don't follow me on Facebook, I very intelligently dropped my phone into the toilet. It seemed to work for a few days, till I woke up on thanksgiving and saw my screen blacken and die right before mine eyes. Toilet: 1, Blackberry: 0
I need to schedule some vacation time before I end up looking like I'm 50 years old by next Tuesday, though, depending on who you ask, I already look like a 40 year old creepy uncle of some sort.
Yep.
Today is a day to give "thanks", even though it's implied by most religious agencies that thanks should be given daily. Unless, of course, it's actually meant for Native Americans to give thanks the white devils didn't extinct them as a species. Whatever floats your boat! Either way, hope you all enjoy your turkey genocide!
Holy hell...I think I just made myself sound like a vegan.
Just in case, I do enjoy me some good turkey! It's one pro of this holiday. Hope you all don't eat yourselves into a coma. If you do...could I have your stuff?
I'll bounce back and give a better update to what's going on with me. As far as today goes, I thought I was going to do a double shift today at work. Turns out it's only night shift. Going to eat unnatural amounts of holiday food (yes, this means meat) at Patty's today. At least, until it starts getting close to 11PM...then it's off to Bayberry with me! Yay!
Oh, my phone is officially dead, btw. For those of you who read this blog but don't follow me on Facebook, I very intelligently dropped my phone into the toilet. It seemed to work for a few days, till I woke up on thanksgiving and saw my screen blacken and die right before mine eyes. Toilet: 1, Blackberry: 0
I need to schedule some vacation time before I end up looking like I'm 50 years old by next Tuesday, though, depending on who you ask, I already look like a 40 year old creepy uncle of some sort.
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