I Had a lot of free time on my hands this weekend and I've been thinking about some random interesting things that i could write about it .And i'm not sure why they heck it took me this long to make a post about it but it's happening now so here it is i guess. So about 2 years ago, back when i didn't have my car (Shout out to Bob, My trusty 2004 toyota rav4,You Da Man….Car !), i use to take the bus to school on Fridays. Well to be more specific, i use to Walk about 2 miles to
It's 11:00 Pm and I Forgot to pick up the mail.
Ive already put the old lady in bed and i dont have to change her position for an other couple of hours.So i might as well go out and get it,i mean it should take more then 5 minutes.
So I hop on the elevator and press the LL Button and hope out.
I grab the mail and it barely takes me 10 second to get back to the elevator.
When i reach the area where the elevators are,i just stop mid stride and step back for a sec.
I Shouldn't have taken my Headphone(human repellants) Off,even if i was just in the parking lot and my chances of having to engage in a social interaction were significantly lowed then if i were inside the mall. I shouldn't have know better and just kept them on. But If i had kept them on,i wouldn't be as amused as i am now. So little ol me is walking out of the mall,heading towards my car in the parking lot,and i see this car backing up ,so i stop and let it back up before i
I Wont Lie,When We first moved here,I Faught the idea of Calling
Florida Home. The Idea of Living in a place as disfunctional as Florida
aggrivated me to the core...I Mean really the weater,the buss systeme,
and omg some of these drivers out here...Lord Have mercy!HORRIBLE! But Its Home.
And There is a lot wrong with florida and Just America as a whole
But You cant Let these Flaws Over shadown the Beauty is of it all. To be Honest Right Now I just Cant Get Enought Of
I'm at this point of my life where a lot of my peer are going through this self defining adventure where they have to "Find" themselves and figure out what it is that they were meant to do, and what label they should wear on their instagram bios. And I think its awsome.The Fact that you even to be looking for yourself and to try to figure yourself out as a young adults, to built yourself and to shift your focus from what your parents believe in and think is proper and find ou
So I'm sitting in My favorite (not so secret) Hiding Spot studying, for my social Psycho exam,With My EarPhones (Human Repellant Device) On. (Just in case some one got to friendly up in here and tried to have a conversation ) I was Studying,so the music wasn't on.So Anyways... And All the sudden I heard this Creepy loud moan that sounded a bit like Chubaka (Idk how to spells his name) And It Was Coming from the hallway across from where i was sitting (Refer to drawing) I look
So I Was Derping Around H&M...( By Derping I Mean Handling serious Bussiness)(And By Handling Serious Bussiness i mean Blowing My Paycheck) When I saw this dude at the Register...I never really forget faces but i do forget names and well where i know poeple from. So i spend like 15 minutes walking around H&M ,Trying on Clothes,and thinking about where the Heck i know this guy from. I was starting at the bags when i figured it out. I took a Speech class with this Dude. By that
So today (monday 12th) during my cognition class,we were talking about long term memory and my professor decided to share with us one of her childhood memories; its really more like a memory that always seems to
come back to hunt her when ever she hears an Enriques Iglesias Song somewhere. So she explained to us that she went to a private highschool somewhere in miami, where freshman had to walk around bean bags on there head for a week or so, and if a senior caught you wit
So Yesterday i had to go fill in for
my friend at work around 12:30 ish (Ish because being punctuale was optional
since i was doing them a favor by showing up at all,twas my day off after all)
So i decided to pick up some art supplies at walmart
for a fun little activity i could do with the kids. I get out of my car and start walking toward the entrance,
as i am walking this old man ( white old dude with grey hair and a white mustache)
just (semi) Yells at me:"Smile,
Im not saying that i dont like being Haitian, (sometime i dont,but that for an other story)
But i really want to be native american right now. more specifically a part of the Ho-Chunk tribe. Why you ask ? Because 200,000 USD thts why! Its Called 18 Money. When Some of the kids from The Ho-Chunk Nation Graduate, If they are more they are at least 1/4 Ho-chunk they are given 200,000$. (my mouth is just salivating thinking about all the ice cream i could buy with that money) I