We ENDEXed today. I'm a happy boy. I'm only working on a couple hours of sleep, but that's okay. Hopefully, I'll be able to go to bed at a decent time tonight in my quest to adjust back to a daytime schedule. Since tomorrow is Veteran's Day, I don't have to go back to work until Monday, which should give me plenty of time.
These past two exercises have been rather easy, actually, so I really can't complain. Working the armoury is pretty much a cake job. The only thing I dislike is just being around all those guns. As an armour, I have to carry a loaded M-9 when I'm on duty. The fact I could end someone's life with a gentle tug of my finger disturbs me. I know I'm in the military and all, but still. Even if I was deployed to Iraq (or whichever country we decide to invade next) and I'm totally in the shit, I doubt I would be able to choose between someone else's life and my own. The only possible situation I can think of where I would be able to shoot someone would be if I were directly protecting the life of a friend, and even then, I'd have to aim for the leg or something.
My RST boss, however, is a card carrying member of the NRA, and practically has an aresenal in his house. He likes to joke that he gets aroused at the scent of gunpowder, but I kinda think he's serious. We've had several discussions about protecting one's family and stuff, but it hasn't come to any conclusion other than agreeing to disagree. I just don't think I'll ever have a gun in my house. If someone breaks in, I think I'd be able to do enough damage with one of my Fuji sticks or the didgeridoo.
Anyway, I think I'm gonna go for a run now and try to make myself tired.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Moon Pix
There's just something not right about going to bed in the daytime and waking up when it's dark outside.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Hot Box
I had to make a run to Target earlier tonight, and it was probably the most interesting trip to Target I've ever had. First off, it was amazingly crowded and everyone seemed to be in a bad mood, especially the hoardes of screaming children. Next, the lady who worked the registed was, um, shall we say...challenged? But by far, the most interesting thing happened when I went out to the parking lot. I put all my stuff in the back of my truck, and was taking the cart to the little cart return thing, when a peculiar scent crossed my nose. I stopped dead in my tracks and tried to follow it. I turned and looked to see a truck parked adjacent to mine that was completely filled with smoke. I had to laugh. Then one of the windows opened and a hand holding a pipe popped out to ash. I laughed even harder. Who tokes up in the parking lot of Target?
Monday, November 07, 2005
You Said Something
The Phase I ended today, so I didn't have to go in this evening. But I still have to go in at 4 AM to issue weapons. Thus, I had several hours to kill before having to go into work.
I had dinner with Kyle and then went to Church, then I went down to SLC to catch a late movie. Afterward, I drove around the city for a while. There's was something really cool about it. It was night and, being Sunday, there were very few people out. There was something very intimate about it. Driving between all the tall buildings made me feel so small. Here's a few random pictures:
My goal was to find an open coffee house, but they were all closed, unfortunately. Makes me miss Vegas.
Experimenting with the exposures on the camera. Obviously, I have a long way to go.
So, now I'm back home and I still have a few more hours to kill. By the way, do you know what's on television late Sunday nights? NOTHING!
I had dinner with Kyle and then went to Church, then I went down to SLC to catch a late movie. Afterward, I drove around the city for a while. There's was something really cool about it. It was night and, being Sunday, there were very few people out. There was something very intimate about it. Driving between all the tall buildings made me feel so small. Here's a few random pictures:
My goal was to find an open coffee house, but they were all closed, unfortunately. Makes me miss Vegas.
Experimenting with the exposures on the camera. Obviously, I have a long way to go.
So, now I'm back home and I still have a few more hours to kill. By the way, do you know what's on television late Sunday nights? NOTHING!
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Twister
I woke up a few minutes ago and turned on the news to see a tornado had torn through the area in which my parents live. I called them immediately, and luckily, they aren't hurt. Dad said the lightning woke him up around 2 AM, but Mom slept right through it. The tornado came within a couple miles of their house, but most of the damage is on the north side of the Ohio River. At least 22 people died, but the worst thing that happened to my parents is that they have to rake their leaves again. It makes me feel so fortunate.
There's More To Life Than This
"Being bored is an insult to oneself."
-Jules Renard
Yeah, that's easy for Jules to say. He never had to work 12-hour night shifts confined to the readiness office. It's going to get worse when we have to start working the armory. At least there are computers in the readiness office. When boredom sets in, I have the tendency to buy things I don't need and eat when I'm not hungry. Ugh.
There probably won't be too much going on this week except for work and sleep. Speaking of sleep, I'm gonna head there now.
-Jules Renard
Yeah, that's easy for Jules to say. He never had to work 12-hour night shifts confined to the readiness office. It's going to get worse when we have to start working the armory. At least there are computers in the readiness office. When boredom sets in, I have the tendency to buy things I don't need and eat when I'm not hungry. Ugh.
There probably won't be too much going on this week except for work and sleep. Speaking of sleep, I'm gonna head there now.
Catchin' Zs
Last time I had to switch over to night shift, it was pretty tough. So, I don't know if I'm just getting better at it, or what, but this time was no problem. Last night was my first night working, and I didn't even get tired. There were a few contributing factors to include a 1 AM phone call from Don and a frappucino. Regardless, I slept today, and I'm ready for tonight.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Confirm Thy Soul in Self Control
I'm really proud of myself. Why? Because two days in a row, I've totally resisted Krispy Kreme Donuts. Yesterday, someone brought two dozen KKDs to work, and they sat right on the table staring at me, but I passed. Today, I was walking by a lady who asked if I would like to partake of the sugary rings of bliss that lay upon her desk, but I politely said, "No, thank you." I am the very picture of will power.
In other news, we're in the middle of the Operational Readiness Inspection (ORI). This is the big exercise for which we've been planning since I got to Utah. I start working night shift tomorrow night, so I'm trying to stay up late tonight. It's only 11:30, and my eyelids are pretty heavy. I'm gonna toss back some tea, so hopefully the caffeine will give me a jumpstart.
In other news, we're in the middle of the Operational Readiness Inspection (ORI). This is the big exercise for which we've been planning since I got to Utah. I start working night shift tomorrow night, so I'm trying to stay up late tonight. It's only 11:30, and my eyelids are pretty heavy. I'm gonna toss back some tea, so hopefully the caffeine will give me a jumpstart.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Circuitry
One of the reasons I like getting deployed is because when I'm in the desert, all I do is work. I go into "robot" mode. It's grunt labour and it's physically hard, but I don't really have to make any decisions or deal with a lot of red tape. However, it doesn't really help me grow as a person. All the decision making and dealing with people and being a good supervisor to my troops is challenging, but it's definitely more rewarding in the long run.
I used to wonder why God created us knowing we would reject Him, and why He gave us free will. What if He were the only option? Wouldn't it be easier to just be robots?
Since I've lived in Utah, I've become kind of overwhelmed with the Mormon church. You really can't look anywhere without seeing their influence, and, to be honest, it's kind of made me resent everything about it. I sometimes go out of my way to not support businesses owned by the LDS church (which is harder than you'd think). I'm tempted to start arguments with the Mormons with whom I work. But then I realise it's just ridiculous to do that. Regardless, when something is so in your face, it's hard not to develop an aversion to it.
I'm glad I'm not forced to do anything, to make any choices, to believe a certain dogma. I choose to believe in Christ, not because I "inherited" my faith from my parents or just because I grew up in America (an arguably "Christian" nation), but because my faith has gone full circle. I've lived a part of my life ignoring His presence, and I know where that got me. I know what I believe and I know it's right. It's nice not being a robot.
I used to wonder why God created us knowing we would reject Him, and why He gave us free will. What if He were the only option? Wouldn't it be easier to just be robots?
Since I've lived in Utah, I've become kind of overwhelmed with the Mormon church. You really can't look anywhere without seeing their influence, and, to be honest, it's kind of made me resent everything about it. I sometimes go out of my way to not support businesses owned by the LDS church (which is harder than you'd think). I'm tempted to start arguments with the Mormons with whom I work. But then I realise it's just ridiculous to do that. Regardless, when something is so in your face, it's hard not to develop an aversion to it.
I'm glad I'm not forced to do anything, to make any choices, to believe a certain dogma. I choose to believe in Christ, not because I "inherited" my faith from my parents or just because I grew up in America (an arguably "Christian" nation), but because my faith has gone full circle. I've lived a part of my life ignoring His presence, and I know where that got me. I know what I believe and I know it's right. It's nice not being a robot.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Smashing Pumpkins
When I was growing up, we never really made a huge deal out of Halloween. Sure, we'd go trick-or-treating, but we didn't do much decorating or obsess about our costumes too much. Due to my "widow's peak" hair line, my Mom always dressed me up as Dracula. I never really had much say. The only time I really objected was the year "Return of the Jedi" came out and I had my heart set on being an Ewok. Dang, I was a wuss.
Nowadays, people do more decorating for Halloween than for Christmas. Kinda strange. However, back in Kentucky (and I'm sure many other areas of the Bible belt, as well), there's a growing trend to boycott Halloween due to its pagan roots. Instead of Halloween parties, churches hold "Harvest Festivals" where they decorate with pumpkins and give out candy. Come on! We totally know what you're doing, so just give up the charade! The Mormons are all hard-core about Halloween, though. I guess they figure it's the only time where they can play evil.
As for me, I just take it with a grain of salt. Dressing up is fun and candy is great. If I ever have kids, I'll take them out trick-or-treating, but the minute they start to worship Satan or try to sacrifice a parent (especially me), it's all over!
Nowadays, people do more decorating for Halloween than for Christmas. Kinda strange. However, back in Kentucky (and I'm sure many other areas of the Bible belt, as well), there's a growing trend to boycott Halloween due to its pagan roots. Instead of Halloween parties, churches hold "Harvest Festivals" where they decorate with pumpkins and give out candy. Come on! We totally know what you're doing, so just give up the charade! The Mormons are all hard-core about Halloween, though. I guess they figure it's the only time where they can play evil.
As for me, I just take it with a grain of salt. Dressing up is fun and candy is great. If I ever have kids, I'll take them out trick-or-treating, but the minute they start to worship Satan or try to sacrifice a parent (especially me), it's all over!
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Thriller Night
I went to a Halloween party at Josh and Sarah's last night, and had a blast. I met lots of new people and we all played games and drank and had great conversation. There were lots of interesting costumes. Caleb said he was supposed to be Zorak(?), but I thought he looked more like David Bowie from the Ziggy Stardust era. Sam was some sort of strange cow-pirate. I was a zombie, and I thought I was pretty scary, especially when I tried to eat Sam's brain.
Josh was Harry Potter and Sarah was a fairy queen. Nearly all the girls who attended had on wings of some sort.
Here's David- I mean, Caleb and Tanya as an angel.
Zach came as a cheerleader, but kept changing in and out of the outfit all night long. Shawn found this Navy uniform at a thrift store for $2.
These guys came as Radiohead, an inventive idea I totally appreciated.
Elliott and Jen are a couple I met for the first time last night. They live downstairs from Josh and Sarah. Very cool people.
There were lots more people I unfortunately didn't get pictures of because I was too busy drinking. I went a little bit over my limit and I've kinda got a headache today, but it was worth it. Plus, if I were totally sober, I doubt I would have realised my clothes were barely hanging on because everyone kept making the tears larger and larger. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother wearing clothes with these people, but that's a different story.
Josh was Harry Potter and Sarah was a fairy queen. Nearly all the girls who attended had on wings of some sort.
Here's David- I mean, Caleb and Tanya as an angel.
Zach came as a cheerleader, but kept changing in and out of the outfit all night long. Shawn found this Navy uniform at a thrift store for $2.
These guys came as Radiohead, an inventive idea I totally appreciated.
Elliott and Jen are a couple I met for the first time last night. They live downstairs from Josh and Sarah. Very cool people.
There were lots more people I unfortunately didn't get pictures of because I was too busy drinking. I went a little bit over my limit and I've kinda got a headache today, but it was worth it. Plus, if I were totally sober, I doubt I would have realised my clothes were barely hanging on because everyone kept making the tears larger and larger. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother wearing clothes with these people, but that's a different story.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Riders on the Storm
I was getting gas today, and saw this fierce looking cloud formation swiftly crossing the sky, headed east toward the mountains. Two minutes later, it was pouring. I love crazy weather.
Mental nicknames for people I frequently see at the gym:
"Lurch" - This guy must be at least 6'5", and he looks like a skeleton with skin hanging on it.
"Leprechaun" - Really short red-headed guy who is always on the stairmaster.
"Pat" - I seriously don't know if it's a man or a woman.
"Mullet Boy" - 'nuf said.
"Tupac" - Bears an uncanny resemblance to Tupac Shakur.
"Tex" - Stepped right out of the old west, and even has a handlebar moustache.
"Muffin Tops" - She wears spandex pants and a sports bra, but she shouldn't.
"Hottie McHottie" - I see her on the cross trainer on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We've made eye contact exactly twice.
"Bitch" - Lady who walks really slow on the treadmill and totally ignores the big sign that says "30 minute time limit on cardio equipment" even when there are people waiting for her fat ass to get off.
"Leprechaun" - Really short red-headed guy who is always on the stairmaster.
"Pat" - I seriously don't know if it's a man or a woman.
"Mullet Boy" - 'nuf said.
"Tupac" - Bears an uncanny resemblance to Tupac Shakur.
"Tex" - Stepped right out of the old west, and even has a handlebar moustache.
"Muffin Tops" - She wears spandex pants and a sports bra, but she shouldn't.
"Hottie McHottie" - I see her on the cross trainer on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We've made eye contact exactly twice.
"Bitch" - Lady who walks really slow on the treadmill and totally ignores the big sign that says "30 minute time limit on cardio equipment" even when there are people waiting for her fat ass to get off.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Damn, you've got some wicked style!
It was the best of times. It was the rockin'-est of times. It was the Gwen Stefani show on Tuesday night.
My friend John was supposed to go with, but came down with strep throat. Luckily, Kyle was free so he agreed to go. The venue was the E Center in West Valley. It's a huge arena, but it didn't really matter because we had seats in the 14th row on the floor. It kinda stinks having assigned seating, but I really can't complain since we were still so close.
The Black Eyed Peas opened. I once believed that "Muskrat Love" was the worst song in existence. Then the Pussycat Dolls came out with "Don't Cha" which was even worse. It turns out I wasn't even prepared for "My Humps." This song is horrible on so many levels, yet, it's so damn catchy, I find myself singing it all the time. As for the show, they sounded pretty good, but wandered aimlessly around the stage the whole time. I was hoping Justin Timberlake would show up to sing "Where Is The Love?" with them, but no such luck. By far, the best moment of their set was "Let's Get Retarded." Oh, and Fergie looked pretty good, too.
Then, at last, it was time for Gwen. There was a big white curtain that dropped to reveal a huge stage. Gwen rose up on a throne surrounded by her little Japanese-girl entourage. She opened with "Harajuku Girls" and danced around like it was nothing. The second song was "What You Waiting For?" which is probably my favourite track on the album. She performed every song on her album, plus a couple that must have been out-takes or b-sides.
It was a very high production show with lots of set changes and 9 (!) costume changes. But Gwen totally had the energy to back it up. Besides her four female dancers, there were also four male dancers who specialised in breakdancing. They were all over the place, but Gwen was always the center of attention. I wish I could have gotten some better pictures, but there were so many lights and cell phone cameras aren't the best quality. In my ideal world, she would have pulled me out of the audience to dance with her, and then asked me if I was that guy that once grabbed her thigh, but that didn't quite happen either. Oh, well, maybe next time.
I guess the thing that I really like most about Gwen is that she can do it all, and she does it well. She's great as a rock star. She's great as a pop star. She's proven herself a talented song writer. She sings. She dances. She runs across the stage in high heels. Simply amazing. Definitely one of the best shows I've seen. Ever.
By the way, Heather Armstrong (aka Dooce) was at this show, too. Unfortunately, I didn't see her, but if you'd like to read her take on it, go here.
My friend John was supposed to go with, but came down with strep throat. Luckily, Kyle was free so he agreed to go. The venue was the E Center in West Valley. It's a huge arena, but it didn't really matter because we had seats in the 14th row on the floor. It kinda stinks having assigned seating, but I really can't complain since we were still so close.
The Black Eyed Peas opened. I once believed that "Muskrat Love" was the worst song in existence. Then the Pussycat Dolls came out with "Don't Cha" which was even worse. It turns out I wasn't even prepared for "My Humps." This song is horrible on so many levels, yet, it's so damn catchy, I find myself singing it all the time. As for the show, they sounded pretty good, but wandered aimlessly around the stage the whole time. I was hoping Justin Timberlake would show up to sing "Where Is The Love?" with them, but no such luck. By far, the best moment of their set was "Let's Get Retarded." Oh, and Fergie looked pretty good, too.
Then, at last, it was time for Gwen. There was a big white curtain that dropped to reveal a huge stage. Gwen rose up on a throne surrounded by her little Japanese-girl entourage. She opened with "Harajuku Girls" and danced around like it was nothing. The second song was "What You Waiting For?" which is probably my favourite track on the album. She performed every song on her album, plus a couple that must have been out-takes or b-sides.
It was a very high production show with lots of set changes and 9 (!) costume changes. But Gwen totally had the energy to back it up. Besides her four female dancers, there were also four male dancers who specialised in breakdancing. They were all over the place, but Gwen was always the center of attention. I wish I could have gotten some better pictures, but there were so many lights and cell phone cameras aren't the best quality. In my ideal world, she would have pulled me out of the audience to dance with her, and then asked me if I was that guy that once grabbed her thigh, but that didn't quite happen either. Oh, well, maybe next time.
I guess the thing that I really like most about Gwen is that she can do it all, and she does it well. She's great as a rock star. She's great as a pop star. She's proven herself a talented song writer. She sings. She dances. She runs across the stage in high heels. Simply amazing. Definitely one of the best shows I've seen. Ever.
By the way, Heather Armstrong (aka Dooce) was at this show, too. Unfortunately, I didn't see her, but if you'd like to read her take on it, go here.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Dark Night, Sleep Tight
A few months ago, my friend Jay told me about a band called Eisley. People try to get me hooked on bands all the time, and I'm usually unimpressed. This time, however, I got hooked. They performed Monday night as an opening act for Switchfoot, and I went to the show.
First of all, let me just tell you about the venue. It was at a place called the Great Salt Air in Magna, about 45 minutes southwest of here. It's an old pavilion located right on the Great Salt Lake. It's neat place, but the location is not so great. For those of you who have never been to this area, the Great Salt Lake smells bad. Really bad. That's all I have to say about that.
The first opener was a band called Reeve Oliver. Yeah, it's a clever name and they sounded good and had lots of energy, but I thought their music was rather typical.
Then Eisley came out. Eisley is made up of three sisters, their brother, and their cousin. It's hard not to compare them to Sixpence None the Richer, but I think Eisley is a little more melancholy, and somehow sweeter and more appealing. Plus, there's just something undeniably sexy about girls who can play the guitar. They had a great stage presence, some of the most entrancing harmonies I've ever heard, and I hope to see them again as a headliner.
I have to be honest when I say that if Eisley weren't opening, I probably wouldn't have gone to see Switchfoot. However, I thought they put on a pretty good show. There wasn't anything really extraordinary about it, but they sounded good, and the whole set was quite enjoyable. I'd have to say the highlight was when they sang a cover of Bob Dylan's "The Times, They Are A-Changin'." I could even be persuaded to see them again, next time they're in SLC.
First of all, let me just tell you about the venue. It was at a place called the Great Salt Air in Magna, about 45 minutes southwest of here. It's an old pavilion located right on the Great Salt Lake. It's neat place, but the location is not so great. For those of you who have never been to this area, the Great Salt Lake smells bad. Really bad. That's all I have to say about that.
The first opener was a band called Reeve Oliver. Yeah, it's a clever name and they sounded good and had lots of energy, but I thought their music was rather typical.
Then Eisley came out. Eisley is made up of three sisters, their brother, and their cousin. It's hard not to compare them to Sixpence None the Richer, but I think Eisley is a little more melancholy, and somehow sweeter and more appealing. Plus, there's just something undeniably sexy about girls who can play the guitar. They had a great stage presence, some of the most entrancing harmonies I've ever heard, and I hope to see them again as a headliner.
I have to be honest when I say that if Eisley weren't opening, I probably wouldn't have gone to see Switchfoot. However, I thought they put on a pretty good show. There wasn't anything really extraordinary about it, but they sounded good, and the whole set was quite enjoyable. I'd have to say the highlight was when they sang a cover of Bob Dylan's "The Times, They Are A-Changin'." I could even be persuaded to see them again, next time they're in SLC.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Haunted Houses and Hackey Sacks
(Disclaimer: So, things are crazy hectic around here right now, so posts on "the wax" might be slightly delayed this week. This post, for instance, will cover Saturday night and Sunday. "Why," you ask? Well, yesterday I came home to find my wonderful new iPod had been delivered, so most of my spare time has been involved in playing with my new gadget. Plus, I had a show last night and a show tonight, both of which will be covered in the following days. Please be patient, friends. I will update when I can.)
Anyway, Saturday night, Tanya, Caleb, Tasha, Kyle, and I went to a haunted house up in Ogden. It was $12 to get in, which is pretty standard around here, so I was hoping to leave with wet pants. No such luck. It was pretty much a nature walk with the occassional guy in a mask jumping out and screaming. Pretty weak. I'm hoping to go to another one down in SLC sometime this week.
Sunday, I slept in, then went down to SLC to watch The Constant Gardener, which was both sentimental and thrilling, beautifully photographed, and thought-provoking. Highly recommended.
After the movie, I went and had a soy latte at the Coffee Garden, a nice little cafe located in a rather artsy section of SLC. I think it's funny that they put in a Starbucks on the adjacent corner, but nearly everyone prefers the local place.
While I was having coffee, Kyle called and invited me to dinner with Drew and Chris, who live in Sandy (on the south end of SLC). So, I decided to just hang out for a couple hours at Liberty Park. Here's a few shots:
As you can see, it's a pretty big park. I like this shot because if you look really close between the rows of trees, you can see the mountains in the background.
While walking around the park, I heard drums, so I followed the sound until I found a bunch of hippies playing bongos and kicking around hackey sacks. I tried not to stare, but I probably stood there for at least thirty minutes. (Trish: I saw children rolling down the hill and thought of you.)
I came across angels in the leaves, and it made me smile for the rest of the afternoon.
I love spending time at the park. Just walking around and watching people and staring at the trees and the lake is so relaxing.
Anyway, Saturday night, Tanya, Caleb, Tasha, Kyle, and I went to a haunted house up in Ogden. It was $12 to get in, which is pretty standard around here, so I was hoping to leave with wet pants. No such luck. It was pretty much a nature walk with the occassional guy in a mask jumping out and screaming. Pretty weak. I'm hoping to go to another one down in SLC sometime this week.
Sunday, I slept in, then went down to SLC to watch The Constant Gardener, which was both sentimental and thrilling, beautifully photographed, and thought-provoking. Highly recommended.
After the movie, I went and had a soy latte at the Coffee Garden, a nice little cafe located in a rather artsy section of SLC. I think it's funny that they put in a Starbucks on the adjacent corner, but nearly everyone prefers the local place.
While I was having coffee, Kyle called and invited me to dinner with Drew and Chris, who live in Sandy (on the south end of SLC). So, I decided to just hang out for a couple hours at Liberty Park. Here's a few shots:
As you can see, it's a pretty big park. I like this shot because if you look really close between the rows of trees, you can see the mountains in the background.
While walking around the park, I heard drums, so I followed the sound until I found a bunch of hippies playing bongos and kicking around hackey sacks. I tried not to stare, but I probably stood there for at least thirty minutes. (Trish: I saw children rolling down the hill and thought of you.)
I came across angels in the leaves, and it made me smile for the rest of the afternoon.
I love spending time at the park. Just walking around and watching people and staring at the trees and the lake is so relaxing.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Mystic
At the club last night...
Me: How you doin'?
Allison: Fine.
Me: I'm Curtis.
Allison: My name's Allison. Nice to meet you.
Me: You, too.
Allison: I like your tattoo.
Me: Thanks. Do you have any?
Allison: Uh-huh. (Shows me tattoo on her back.)
Me: Very nice.
Allison: Thanks. Do you have any more?
Me: Yep. (Lifts up shirt to reveal tattoo on left side.)
Allison: Wow! I can really feel the energy flowing from this one.
Me: (Blink. Blink.) Um, well, it was nice meeting you.
Allison: You, too.
Me: (Walks far, far away.)
Me: How you doin'?
Allison: Fine.
Me: I'm Curtis.
Allison: My name's Allison. Nice to meet you.
Me: You, too.
Allison: I like your tattoo.
Me: Thanks. Do you have any?
Allison: Uh-huh. (Shows me tattoo on her back.)
Me: Very nice.
Allison: Thanks. Do you have any more?
Me: Yep. (Lifts up shirt to reveal tattoo on left side.)
Allison: Wow! I can really feel the energy flowing from this one.
Me: (Blink. Blink.) Um, well, it was nice meeting you.
Allison: You, too.
Me: (Walks far, far away.)
Saturday, October 22, 2005
On the Town
Last night, I went to a place called Sound with John and some new guys I met named Kyle and Ryan. It was a huge club with lots of different areas that played different types of music. They even played the new Madonna single, so, yeah, I spent a lot of time on the dance floor. But let me just say, don't ever go out in Salt Lake City if you're self-consious about your looks, because everyone here is GORGEOUS!
Friday, October 21, 2005
The Parable of the Lost Camera
Last night, my friend John and I went to eat at this tiny little restaurant called Gabor Brothers' Main Street Grill & Pizzeria, and it was some of the best Italian food I've ever had. Before we left, I was getting ready and deciding what to wear and pulled a hoodie out of my big bin of hoodies. It felt kinda heavy, and when I reached into the pocket, I found my camera. And not the camera I lost in August. This would be the camera I lost way back in April. I'm not really sure if I'm happy about it or not. It's frustrating to know that if I would have just searched a little harder, I might have saved myself a lot of money. Regardless, the camera I have now is better, so I guess I'll just sell the found one on eBay or something. Anyone interested in a Canon 4.0 megapixel SD10?
Behemoth
Ryan is in the desert for four months, and since I'm such a cool guy, I take care of his stuff while he's gone. One of the things included under the heading "stuff" is his truck. Pardon me. Did I say "truck"? I meant "TANK." He's got a Ford F-250 Extended Cab Diesel. It's big and it's loud and I really don't like driving it too much; however, when I do (usually once or twice a week), I feel like I own the road and all others must pull over to the shoulder and bow to me. The worst thing about driving it is parking it. Therefore, about the only place I take it is to church, which has a pretty big parking lot, so I'm not worried about running over anything or anyone. Of course, I can't be held responsible for anyone who might be talking on the cell phone while driving.
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