Sand, Hurricanes, and an 8 hour ride of fun!

Hello all who read this. It is that time again. Yes, time to update the old bloggie-pooh. I know how much you all love to read about my Superior life and wait in anticipation for your nourishment that is MY EXPERIENCES. [Please ignore all that…sometimes I get verbally retarded.]

Well a lot has happened since the last time that I talked with you all…seeing as how it has been like a year. Where to start? I think I will start with…oh what the hell. I’ll just do as I always do and begin at a random spot and ramble for about a hour and stop.

My life has been good for the past few weeks. It has been calm and maintained a very comfortable pace that has allowed me to chill out and enjoy things more that I usually do. I work. I think we have already discussed this. My work is fun and allows me to utilize the internet when I otherwise wouldn’t be able to. I get to ride on small motor vehicles and look at semi-hot guys all day. It’s nothing I can complain about. I use to feel the freedom to express all my feelings on this thing, but since I have given so many people directions on how to find my rant page, I now how to censor what I say.

My New York trip…I think you also know about that as well. If not I will fill you in. Miguel, Samantha, Pepijn (you may remember his retarded ass from my last post), and myself are planning a trip to New York for mid July. We are trying to make it as cheap as possible, but it is still quiet expensive at the moment. I really want to go…but I have yet to feel excited about it. Each of us has our reasons for going. I want to see Wicked, Miguel wants to get wicked with Freddy, Sam wants to see Reza and needs to admit that, and Pepijn…oh who cares. Maybe he will fall out the plane, just kidding.

If I am able to go, I hope that once we get there it doesn’t turn into four individual adventures. I want us to go as a group and enjoy it as a group.

I just returned from the beach on Saturday. I went to Hutchison Island, about an hour from Miami, with Drew, Mark, and Ashley. We stayed in Ashley’s dad’s condo. It was nice. The beach was incredible. I am not really into that scene, but this place was very pretty and not at all like most other beaches. There were not many people there, mainly retired people and a few tourists. We had the condo all to ourselves since he dad worked at night and slept during the day.

We left Douglas at 3 am on Thursday and got to the beach at about 10:30 am. We took a little nap (long drive) and then went to the beach. I didn’t get in because I was still sleepy and ill. We went and ate at Applebee’s, which was a little skanky. We went back to the beach and swam a little more, rode around and tried to see what there was to do around town. We bought some lasagna and other food items and went back to the condo to cook and watch the Butterfly Effect. Yeah. Plans got put on hold due to the evening HURRICANE. WTF!?! I mean this was the most powerful weather that I have ever been in. The lights in the condo went out and we had to walk up 11 flights of stairs. IT WAS SO EXHAUSTING. We got to the room and just sat there looking at the storm out over the ocean…it was really beautiful. Finally the lights came on and we cooked and it was SO FREAKING GOOD. I fell asleep during the movie.
The next day we spent at the beach. We played in the water and built sand castles. We got in the pool which I like more than the beach. Oh, the pool. At the pool we met the Michael Jackson of Hutchison Island. This old man, who helped us find the staircase the night before, who was dressed like the Skipper from Gilligan’s Island, came out to the pool where all these little kids were playing and started throwing money, change, into the pool for them to dive for. They loved it and I am sure it was innocent, but it looked strange. This man had these kids trained before I knew it…he had them chanting songs and slogans and doing flips. I thought I was at Sea World watching the Dolphin Spectacular show. He was like the Pied Piper of the Swimming pool. I thought that all these kids were going to get out and follow a trail of cookies and nickels up to his room. But what got me was that he threw some money in the deep end for us to dive for. I didn’t because I thought it would be like signing some sort of sexual contract. Yeah, we got pictures…it was fun.

We got out the pool…burned and irritated. We went in took showers and went to eat at Carraba’s. If you have never eaten there, it is like Olive Garden, but SO MUCH BETTER.!!! We had to wait for like an hour and a half outside with a Cher impersonator and other odd people. When we did get in to our seats, SURPRISE…another evening hurricane. The lights went out and most people left. Since they cook on wood burning stoves, the room quickly filled with smoke. The stupid ass people sitting near the windows didn’t realize that SHUTTERS could actually be opened to let in light. I had to tell them. IDIOTS, GAH!

Once the waitress told us that our meal was on the manager, and considering it was around $80, we waited it out. I got the Chicken Parmesan and it was soooo good. We got dessert and no one liked it but me…oh well, twice the Tiramisu. We left and tried to find the movie theatre to watch the late show, but since no one there can give directions, we never made it. We went home and tried to go to sleep but couldn’t because the A/C was broken and it was like 80 degrees in the room. Mark and I went down to the lobby where it was freezing cold, I left a complaint and we contemplated sleeping out in the hallway, but I didn’t think that was a good idea. I finally fell asleep and we left Saturday around 10 am.

We were going to eat lunch with Pepijn, but missed the exit and settled for Burger King instead. Sorry Poo-pain. We got home around 4:30 that afternoon and I went home to go to sleep, but since me brother and nephew camped out in my room all weekend I had to clean and wash my sheets. DAMN THEM! They need to stop.

That was my time. I am at work again, and I found out that I don’t get paid until Friday which pissed me off. I need money cause my dad is out of town at work and I have no one to give me money…I am gonna cry! I am starting to peel and it itches. I hate this part of going to the beach.

My birthday is tomorrow…I don’t expect much to happen. My birthdays are always like just another day to me. I haven’t had a party in a long time. I was supposed to have like 3 parties but always had something else come up. Well…I am going to get back to doing nothing, I mean work. So I will talk to you faithful readers later. Until then, be good and remember…A frog in the pan in worth two…dollars at a Chinese Market.