nineteen ninety something..

I remember I was in 5th grade when my dad came home with our first computer. Along with it came a whole bunch of free programs on CD's. One them was "Encarta"....'95 or something like that. It was some Encyclipedia with photos and brief explanations of all matter. When I found out about it I was pretty excited to learn. I was also intrigued to find an idea or object that Encarta didn't know about. I wanted to out-smart it.
After a few days, my 5th grade mind was as flushed out of ideas as it could be. I was impressed to say the least. I went to school and was excited to share the news. During snack break, I went up to my friend Jake and asked him if he ever needed any information on anything like F-14 Tomcats, or cougars, Robots, hard mazes or Leonardo DeVinci, to let me know, because I had just gotten "Encarta '95". He looked at me and said he was fine. He also said that he had "Encarta '97, and that he would use his own. He walked away, leaving me stranding there with my pride soaking into the carpet of the classroom.

subway

I go to subway quite often for a cheap lunch. As time goes on, I find they people who work there are getting to know me...to an extent. They know, somehow, that I hate the meatball sub. I try to avoid tuesdays. When I go in and ask what the special is, they always tell me its meatball. Some days, they say, "bacon," which I throw right back at them because, how great would it be if there really was a bacon sub? In any case, they are nice to me and always put a smile on my face. When I don't belong at school, I can seek refuge and peace at Subway.
Its interesting how quick they are with all the subway ingredients and up-selling. The whole time, usually they are yelling and laughing at each other in Indian. They laugh at me every time I come in...not sure why.
One day, I came in and all but one of tables and seats were taken. One of the workers just walked out for lunch and sat at the last available spot. This brings back uncomfortable, bad memories of high school. Where the hell was I supposed to sit? "I am not going to sit outside with the homeless people," I told myself. As I looked all around, I finally came to the one person I informally knew- the worker. She saw me and smiled. I awkwardly looked around more...then she pulled her food and wrappers closer to her, telling me she was offering her seat across from her. I went and sat down. Everyone behind the counter was laughing at us. Her eyes were glued to her food and chips.

Her: want some chips?
Me: No...I better not. I didn't pay for them.

A few awkward minutes go by as we eat in silence.

Me: Do you feel awkward?
Her without skipping a beat: -Yes.
Me: Its ok. We can feel uncomfortable together.
...So how long have you been working here?
Her: About, since 11 this morning.
Me: No, how long have you been working here for?
Her: Oh, I work Monday to Friday. Not Saturday or Sunday.
Me:...right.

The next few minutes we ate in more silence and I realized a few things. They sure have their Subway lingo down. But when we are on the same side of the counter, the whole situation changes. We were not having an easy time understanding each other. She asked me my name and I told her. She also told me her name, but there is no chance in Hell that I would remember it.

Me: ...So...you know any good jokes?
Her: Yeah.
Me: ......Well, lets have it...
Her: Yeah.

She finished her sandwich and said, "bye."
"Okay, bye," I replied.

The seat at my table, being the only one open, was taken by some chef-to-be. That was weird. But I understand. She needed a spot to sit down and eat. She told me about how the wokers sneeze and make sandwiches. I didn't know what to say. Although, Id consider them my amigos or pals and was ready to stand up for them. This Chef-to-be also had man hands, and I couldn't not look.

Birthday

Paul came up with a great idea for my birthday...
On the invitations its going to say,
"Your presence is not presents enough."

The Real South

The only Experience I had in The South is when my family goes to Florida for a vacation. Its kind of different there though, from the image of The South I have in my head. Lots of Over-Alls, banjos, fried chicken paired with biscuits and gravy. That is what I imagine everyone eats. When we go down there as a family, its mostly old people wearing white shoes, white pants and driving around in white golf carts. But they don't have white golf gear in the back. They aren't even wearing white, knuckle-less gloves! Most of my prior ideas or thoughts were shattered and I have been a wreak for too long
All that changed a few days ago when I got a chance to see The Real South. I was in Atlanta and having the time-of-my-life experiencing true Southern Life as I was in connection to a Baltimore flight. It was't the way I thought or expected it to be. It wasnt even over average. Fried chicken was not offered to me as I stepped off the plane, and I do love fried chicken, people were not yelling all-the-time, making judements and demands. I felt fine beyond all expectations!
So if anyone wants to expereince The Real South, don't go to Georgia because there is absolutly nothing in anyway, or form there that represents The True Southern Life.

super powers

If anybody knows and medicine I can take for powers like running fast, please let me know.

if your looking on Google, don't try these because I already did:
"Medicine for super powers"
"Medicine to make you run really fast"
"Medicine that lets you run at incredible rates"
"magic pills"
"magic pills, magic hero medicine"
"Go the extra mile in less time- Pills to make you run faster than anyone"
"medicine, mutant, awesome"

It would just be nice to get to the train faster or not have to wait for the bus. please let me know asap (as soon as possible:)

Change is good

The other day I found out that I can record stuff on my phone and then use that recording as my ring. I decided to bring back a classic and record myself saying,"Hueso. Hueso. Hueso." thats what the kids called me in Honduras. It translates to "Bone." I listened to it and it sounded like Kings (Good). I was really excited to hear it.


Days went by and no one called me. I got all depressed.

I changed it to something else and then the calls just rolled in like rich peoples money.

getting going

I had to watch Jerry Springer today.
Even though I was late for tudor help, I was hooked.
I sat and watched an hours' worth of it with my jacket and backpack on. Each time I got up to leave I saw the title, "I used to be a man," and "Jerry Springer Wedding."
And that was it. There was nothing I could do.
This is so typical of me.