Well, that was a pretty tough week.
We all know what happened, so I'm not even going to talk about it.
Anyway, so plans have changed for me. I can't go to LA just yet as I can't afford it.
So what I'm doing is going to get a new, better paying job (hopefully with benefits), to save up big time. And my goal is to be out to LA by the end of the year.
I suggest everyone go see The Dark Knight. I've seen it 3 times now and it's still great! Heath Ledgers performance in it as The Joker is totally phenomenal.
Otherwise, there hasn't been too much else happening with me. So I've got nothing else to write.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
The Tale of the Boy with the Chipped Tooth.
Time for a little back story...
Once upon a time during the cold winter season of White Bear Lake, Minnesota, there lived a 5th grader. Now, this 5th grade was no ordinary 5th grader; he was special. Because his mommy said so.
One day after his favorite time of the day, school time, he was getting onto the big yellow school bus. He'd been on the bus hundreds of times up to this point, so he had nothing unexpected to fear. Or so he thought...
As the young, innocent, and impressionable 5th grader took the first mighty step onto the stairs of the big yellow bus, all was well. He took a second step; all was well. He took a third step; all was not well.
Suddenly, his life flashed before his eyes (who was that guy?), as he went toward the ground faster than a cannonball being dropped on someones foot. Luckily, something caught his fall to the ground. As the young 5th grader was hurdling toward the ground, his mouth caught him on the bus drivers seat belt (that was not belted).
A sharp and searing pain shot through his face like a hand being held over the stove for stealing cookies that one time.
He opened his eyes and looked down. Blood was pouring out of the boys mouth. He found a white rock on the ground, at least it looked like a rock until he noticed there was a new space in his teeth.
"Uh-oh" he thought to himself.
"Owie" he also thought to himself.
The bus driver sat in his chair astonished at what had happened in the last 30 seconds.
"You okay?" He grunted.
"Yeah, I'm fine, doesn't hurt at all," he whimpered as he held back tears.
The bus driver took this as an okay and left the school parking lot.
All the other kids on the bus were just staring at the boy. He heard various "Oh my gosh, did you see that?" and "Hey are you okay?"
He ignored them and found his seat.
Several hours went by before the young, rosy cheeked 5th grader found himself sitting in a chair at the dentist's office. The boys mother was standing at his side, grasping his hand as the dentist came over with a tray of scary looking dentistry tools.
"What are those, mommy?" The boy asked his mom who was on the verge of tears. She was scared.
"These are instruments that will help make your tooth all better," the dentist chimed in.
"But...aren't instruments used for music?" the young boy said bashfully.
The dentist let out a slight chuckle, "Yes, my dear boy, but these are different kinds of instruments. Now stop asking questions and lets get this over with."
"Okay..."
Time among other things had passed.
"Mom, I can't stop licking it. It feels so weird," the 5th grader with the newly implanted tooth explained to his concerned and annoyed mother.
"Well, would you rather have a hole there?" She replied with a sarcastic tone.
"No, ma'am."
They walked through the slippery parking lot to his mom's car and went home.
Fast forward to July 10, 2008. The young, precious little 5th grader has grown into a man with a very promising and bright future.
"Alright, like this? Is my hand in the right spot?" he asked his sensei.
"Yep, that's right, now go," replied the sensei after a critical look.
He pulled his opponent down and kicked his leg out from under him, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.
"Perfect," his sensei said proudly.
The young man who's now in his early 20s, was in the middle of a martial arts class called JuJitsu. He was still a beginner at this point in time with only a white belt to show for it. But he was gradually learning.
"You alright?" he asked his classmate who seemed to be left dazed and confused on the two-inch thick mat he was just slammed onto.
"Yeah, that was a good one!" he exclaimed back. "Now it's my turn!"
"Alright here we go," our young man said as he pulled back his fist.
He shot his fist toward his classmate's face who instantly blocked the punch with a sweeping motion of his hands. He smacked his hand in the side of the boy's neck, grabbed the back of his neck, pushed down and kicked his leg from underneath him- sending him rolling.
The very moment the young man hit the ground, his teeth suddenly snapped together. At that instant, he felt something resting on his tongue.
He knew exactly what it was.
He spit the foreign object into his hand and looked in horror. Memories of a 5th grade boy chipping his front tooth were going through his head.
"Uh-oh, you okay?" His sensei immediately asked.
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah, it's fine. It's a fake," he quickly responded. "I had chipped it in 4th or 5th grade and this was only a temporary filling."
"Alright then, well, do you wanna call it a night?" His sensei asked, concerned.
"Yeah, practicing any more has pretty much lost it's merit," the worried young man replied.
The classmates and their sensei bowed to each other and went to the changing area.
The young man got changed immediately and headed for his car, swearing under his breath: "Why now? Why at this time? Oh well, better now than then."
'Then' was referring to when the 20 year old will be living in the giant city of Los Angeles. He wanted to become an actor, but not with a hole in his tooth.
On his way home, he drove past his dentists office. Of course they'd be closed the next day. No other dentists were open, so he had to wait.
He waited until the next day when other dentists were open and he could get an appointment with one. He lucked out as the first place he called had a cancellation at one o'clock that very afternoon.
He worried at the cost as he had no dental insurance. He asked the secretary who had answered the phone if she could estimate what it would cost. She told the nervous young man that it depends on the type of filling that needed to be done.
"Okay, thank you," he said to her as he hung up his phone.
He waited, waited, and waited some more. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. He was bored out of his mind until he came up with a great idea. An idea to show off his creative writing skills. He decided he'd make a new blog entry explaining what had happened in the third person point of view.
One o'clock was inching closer and closer. By 12:40, he decided to leave and go to the dentist to find out his fate.
He reached the dentist's office, went inside, and filled out some paperwork. Time was going by slowly. The anticipation of what the dentist might say was killing him.
15 minutes later, the young man walked out of the dentist with a nice, shiny new smile and $227 poorer. It's the smile that really matters.
The end.
Once upon a time during the cold winter season of White Bear Lake, Minnesota, there lived a 5th grader. Now, this 5th grade was no ordinary 5th grader; he was special. Because his mommy said so.
One day after his favorite time of the day, school time, he was getting onto the big yellow school bus. He'd been on the bus hundreds of times up to this point, so he had nothing unexpected to fear. Or so he thought...
As the young, innocent, and impressionable 5th grader took the first mighty step onto the stairs of the big yellow bus, all was well. He took a second step; all was well. He took a third step; all was not well.
Suddenly, his life flashed before his eyes (who was that guy?), as he went toward the ground faster than a cannonball being dropped on someones foot. Luckily, something caught his fall to the ground. As the young 5th grader was hurdling toward the ground, his mouth caught him on the bus drivers seat belt (that was not belted).
A sharp and searing pain shot through his face like a hand being held over the stove for stealing cookies that one time.
He opened his eyes and looked down. Blood was pouring out of the boys mouth. He found a white rock on the ground, at least it looked like a rock until he noticed there was a new space in his teeth.
"Uh-oh" he thought to himself.
"Owie" he also thought to himself.
The bus driver sat in his chair astonished at what had happened in the last 30 seconds.
"You okay?" He grunted.
"Yeah, I'm fine, doesn't hurt at all," he whimpered as he held back tears.
The bus driver took this as an okay and left the school parking lot.
All the other kids on the bus were just staring at the boy. He heard various "Oh my gosh, did you see that?" and "Hey are you okay?"
He ignored them and found his seat.
Several hours went by before the young, rosy cheeked 5th grader found himself sitting in a chair at the dentist's office. The boys mother was standing at his side, grasping his hand as the dentist came over with a tray of scary looking dentistry tools.
"What are those, mommy?" The boy asked his mom who was on the verge of tears. She was scared.
"These are instruments that will help make your tooth all better," the dentist chimed in.
"But...aren't instruments used for music?" the young boy said bashfully.
The dentist let out a slight chuckle, "Yes, my dear boy, but these are different kinds of instruments. Now stop asking questions and lets get this over with."
"Okay..."
Time among other things had passed.
"Mom, I can't stop licking it. It feels so weird," the 5th grader with the newly implanted tooth explained to his concerned and annoyed mother.
"Well, would you rather have a hole there?" She replied with a sarcastic tone.
"No, ma'am."
They walked through the slippery parking lot to his mom's car and went home.
Fast forward to July 10, 2008. The young, precious little 5th grader has grown into a man with a very promising and bright future.
"Alright, like this? Is my hand in the right spot?" he asked his sensei.
"Yep, that's right, now go," replied the sensei after a critical look.
He pulled his opponent down and kicked his leg out from under him, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.
"Perfect," his sensei said proudly.
The young man who's now in his early 20s, was in the middle of a martial arts class called JuJitsu. He was still a beginner at this point in time with only a white belt to show for it. But he was gradually learning.
"You alright?" he asked his classmate who seemed to be left dazed and confused on the two-inch thick mat he was just slammed onto.
"Yeah, that was a good one!" he exclaimed back. "Now it's my turn!"
"Alright here we go," our young man said as he pulled back his fist.
He shot his fist toward his classmate's face who instantly blocked the punch with a sweeping motion of his hands. He smacked his hand in the side of the boy's neck, grabbed the back of his neck, pushed down and kicked his leg from underneath him- sending him rolling.
The very moment the young man hit the ground, his teeth suddenly snapped together. At that instant, he felt something resting on his tongue.
He knew exactly what it was.
He spit the foreign object into his hand and looked in horror. Memories of a 5th grade boy chipping his front tooth were going through his head.
"Uh-oh, you okay?" His sensei immediately asked.
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah, it's fine. It's a fake," he quickly responded. "I had chipped it in 4th or 5th grade and this was only a temporary filling."
"Alright then, well, do you wanna call it a night?" His sensei asked, concerned.
"Yeah, practicing any more has pretty much lost it's merit," the worried young man replied.
The classmates and their sensei bowed to each other and went to the changing area.
The young man got changed immediately and headed for his car, swearing under his breath: "Why now? Why at this time? Oh well, better now than then."
'Then' was referring to when the 20 year old will be living in the giant city of Los Angeles. He wanted to become an actor, but not with a hole in his tooth.
On his way home, he drove past his dentists office. Of course they'd be closed the next day. No other dentists were open, so he had to wait.
He waited until the next day when other dentists were open and he could get an appointment with one. He lucked out as the first place he called had a cancellation at one o'clock that very afternoon.
He worried at the cost as he had no dental insurance. He asked the secretary who had answered the phone if she could estimate what it would cost. She told the nervous young man that it depends on the type of filling that needed to be done.
"Okay, thank you," he said to her as he hung up his phone.
He waited, waited, and waited some more. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. He was bored out of his mind until he came up with a great idea. An idea to show off his creative writing skills. He decided he'd make a new blog entry explaining what had happened in the third person point of view.
One o'clock was inching closer and closer. By 12:40, he decided to leave and go to the dentist to find out his fate.
He reached the dentist's office, went inside, and filled out some paperwork. Time was going by slowly. The anticipation of what the dentist might say was killing him.
15 minutes later, the young man walked out of the dentist with a nice, shiny new smile and $227 poorer. It's the smile that really matters.
The end.
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