Guys, I think I'm cursed or something. I have this strange habit of breaking things and breaking people without even trying. I recently started using Dade's gym because I keep breaking my workout equipment at home. A couple days ago I was doing pull ups and the bar broke, making me fall on my back. Similar things have happened with my other workout equipment.
I've made holes in walls wrestling with my friends and older brother. I made a HUGE crater in my wall playing wii boxing. My TV is messed up from banging it so much (cable used to make my TV screen fuzzy). I broke my closet once also wrestling with my brother but that's fixed. I broke my friend Mauricio's ping pong table while we were playing beer pong and I broke his bed while play fighting with my friend Doug.
I scratched Mauricio's forehead with a gatorade carton, making everyone in his fourth period class call him Harry Potter for a week. I gave him a nasty gash on his forehead on Prom night, I dragged him off the hood of his car and he landed on his back and I've bruised both my friends Pedro and James Lord knows how many times.
I'm also extremely accident prone myself; car crashes, sprained ankles, bruised eyes, cauli-flower ear, you name it.
Anyway, I was wondering, if my parents get sick of me breaking things/hurting myself, and they decide to disown me, would any of you guys take me in? Lol, yeah, I didn't have much to right about this week so I thought I'd share some of my clumsy "Alex moments" with you guys. That's all for this week. Peace.
-Alex M.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
King of the Krashers.
Guys, let me tell you something about me and driving. I hate driving and living in Miami makes me hate it even more. I got my license this past summer (like late June). I wouldn't call myself the best driver in the world but then again, the reason for my mediocrity had been because I had very very little driving experience prior to getting my license (I wish they had given me Driver's Ed. in high school because Mother's make awful driving teachers), so I guess you could say I only really started learning was a couple months ago. I've crashed 5 times but none of them were really that bad. Lets take a stroll down memory lane shall we?
1) Crashed into a mini-van changing lanes on US-1. The guy on the other lane was going really first (he really wanted to take his kids to Chucky Cheeses) but thankfully there was no damage to either of our cars because I slammed my brakes real good so I nudged his car.
2) I scratched an Escalade backing out of a parking space. The guy wasnt there and I didnt notice until I got to my friend's house.
3)Bumped into some car while trying to squeeze my fat mini-van in a parking space. No damage either because I was going 1 mph.
4) Backed into a gardener's truck but this one wasn't my fault according to my friend's mom.
Mind you, all this happened during the summer. Around September I finally became a more compitent driver. Still, I must say I don't have the attention span to be a great driver. Seriously, my mind is always wandering. Anyway crash number 5 occured yesterday morning on my way to school. Some lady decided to make a left at the last minute while I was driving straight and she was going slow too. I slammed my brakes but I somehow took out her back bumper. She sped off and I went to go check the damage. Thankfully there was none or I would have chased her down (ENC 1101 can wait). So there I was standing on the side of the road, holding this bumper and instead of keeping it as a souvenier, I tossed it aside and went to school. This one was definetely not my fault either. I've been extremely lucky that after all these incidents my car is completely unscathed. I am the f***ing King of Krashing and my luck is incredible (or so I think. I may be speaking to soon). Okay, thats it for this week. Peace.
-Alex M.
1) Crashed into a mini-van changing lanes on US-1. The guy on the other lane was going really first (he really wanted to take his kids to Chucky Cheeses) but thankfully there was no damage to either of our cars because I slammed my brakes real good so I nudged his car.
2) I scratched an Escalade backing out of a parking space. The guy wasnt there and I didnt notice until I got to my friend's house.
3)Bumped into some car while trying to squeeze my fat mini-van in a parking space. No damage either because I was going 1 mph.
4) Backed into a gardener's truck but this one wasn't my fault according to my friend's mom.
Mind you, all this happened during the summer. Around September I finally became a more compitent driver. Still, I must say I don't have the attention span to be a great driver. Seriously, my mind is always wandering. Anyway crash number 5 occured yesterday morning on my way to school. Some lady decided to make a left at the last minute while I was driving straight and she was going slow too. I slammed my brakes but I somehow took out her back bumper. She sped off and I went to go check the damage. Thankfully there was none or I would have chased her down (ENC 1101 can wait). So there I was standing on the side of the road, holding this bumper and instead of keeping it as a souvenier, I tossed it aside and went to school. This one was definetely not my fault either. I've been extremely lucky that after all these incidents my car is completely unscathed. I am the f***ing King of Krashing and my luck is incredible (or so I think. I may be speaking to soon). Okay, thats it for this week. Peace.
-Alex M.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Tradition
One food that is particularly special to me is sushi, since there are no festivals in my area that I am familiar with. The local customs surrounding how sushi is prepared is by cutting raw fish and rolling it up in seaweed along with a sticky layer of rice. It must be eaten fresh and it is usually eaten in one bite with the use of chopsticks (or with your hands I guess, if you can't eat with chop sticks).
People attending this event for the first time would learn that Japanese people commonly eat raw sea food ranging from tuna to eel to crab combined with cream cheese or some vegetables, wrapped in sea weed and of course rice because they are big on eating rice as well. Japanese culture is one of the few that actually eat raw food.
When it comes to food, describing a dish as "traditional" would be if it was originated and eaten from a particular country (sushi being a traditional food in Japan). Simply describing people's eating prefrences however would be like saying how Japanese people simply prefer eating raw food that doesnt necessarily come from their cultural background.
People attending this event for the first time would learn that Japanese people commonly eat raw sea food ranging from tuna to eel to crab combined with cream cheese or some vegetables, wrapped in sea weed and of course rice because they are big on eating rice as well. Japanese culture is one of the few that actually eat raw food.
When it comes to food, describing a dish as "traditional" would be if it was originated and eaten from a particular country (sushi being a traditional food in Japan). Simply describing people's eating prefrences however would be like saying how Japanese people simply prefer eating raw food that doesnt necessarily come from their cultural background.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Old People
About six months back, my grandparents moved in with my family. They were living in Venezuela and since things weren't going so well with Chavez and all, my dad decided to bring them here to live with us. I like having them over because they're nice people but I've made several observations since they started living with us under the same roof.
First is that no matter how old you get, your parents will always get on your nerves. My dad still gets annoyed with my grandma. For example, she'll serve my dad a meal and asks: "Do you like it?" "Is there something wrong with it?" "Are you sure?" "Are you mad at me?" "You're mad at me aren't you? It's okay." and it drives him nuts because there is nothing wrong at all (as well as the rest of us but it is my dad's mom which is what I find interesting). To think after all these years your parents can still drive you off the wall.
Another funny thing I noticed is that old people are like pets, at least my parents make it seem like it. I remember one afternoon my parents told me they were going to the mall and were taking my grandparents with them. They said it was because they've been in the house all day and need to walk around for a bit. Hmmm...kind of reminds me of my dog. It's like they're taking them out for a walk. My parents treat them like they're a responsibility.
I never want to get old. Honestly, I wish there was a way I could stop aging at 26. Like, I could be 89 but still look and feel 26. It's a shame to know that as you get older, you get wrinkly, you develop that funky old person smell, and worst of all is the lack of energy; can you imagine not being able to be active like you used to? I'd put a bullet in my head.
I understand why people say to respect your elders. It isn't necessarily because they are wise because they've been through it all. It's also because of how well they can adjust to not being able to do the things they used to be able to do. My grandparents are very understanding people and demonstrate that they have acquired a great deal of wisdom and maturity over the years despite the fact that they're only awake for six out of twenty four hours a day. To some extent, I think they understand me better than my own parents; they know that just because I come home some nights at 4 in the morning, it doesn't mean I was out sniffing cocaine, participating in drive by shootings and having unprotected sex with 3 different women and a goat. They understand that maybe I was just out doing normal things with my friends like watching a late movie or just talking.
I know it sounds like I'm poking fun at old people in general but I had to have fun with this blog entry. The real purpose of this blog was to give props to all old people because sometimes people don't give them the respect they deserve. You'd be surprised at how much they know, to the extent that you're own parents look like kids in their presence. Hell, not all old people are even all that sluggish, I have a neighbor who's about 70 and I see him out jogging or riding a bike every morning like he's 30 years younger; much respect to him. Even though I still want to stay young forever I have to give my grandparents a high five for still being alive and still retaining enough knowledge that I could only hope to attain when I get to be their age.
First is that no matter how old you get, your parents will always get on your nerves. My dad still gets annoyed with my grandma. For example, she'll serve my dad a meal and asks: "Do you like it?" "Is there something wrong with it?" "Are you sure?" "Are you mad at me?" "You're mad at me aren't you? It's okay." and it drives him nuts because there is nothing wrong at all (as well as the rest of us but it is my dad's mom which is what I find interesting). To think after all these years your parents can still drive you off the wall.
Another funny thing I noticed is that old people are like pets, at least my parents make it seem like it. I remember one afternoon my parents told me they were going to the mall and were taking my grandparents with them. They said it was because they've been in the house all day and need to walk around for a bit. Hmmm...kind of reminds me of my dog. It's like they're taking them out for a walk. My parents treat them like they're a responsibility.
I never want to get old. Honestly, I wish there was a way I could stop aging at 26. Like, I could be 89 but still look and feel 26. It's a shame to know that as you get older, you get wrinkly, you develop that funky old person smell, and worst of all is the lack of energy; can you imagine not being able to be active like you used to? I'd put a bullet in my head.
I understand why people say to respect your elders. It isn't necessarily because they are wise because they've been through it all. It's also because of how well they can adjust to not being able to do the things they used to be able to do. My grandparents are very understanding people and demonstrate that they have acquired a great deal of wisdom and maturity over the years despite the fact that they're only awake for six out of twenty four hours a day. To some extent, I think they understand me better than my own parents; they know that just because I come home some nights at 4 in the morning, it doesn't mean I was out sniffing cocaine, participating in drive by shootings and having unprotected sex with 3 different women and a goat. They understand that maybe I was just out doing normal things with my friends like watching a late movie or just talking.
I know it sounds like I'm poking fun at old people in general but I had to have fun with this blog entry. The real purpose of this blog was to give props to all old people because sometimes people don't give them the respect they deserve. You'd be surprised at how much they know, to the extent that you're own parents look like kids in their presence. Hell, not all old people are even all that sluggish, I have a neighbor who's about 70 and I see him out jogging or riding a bike every morning like he's 30 years younger; much respect to him. Even though I still want to stay young forever I have to give my grandparents a high five for still being alive and still retaining enough knowledge that I could only hope to attain when I get to be their age.
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