The hurricane stole all my power and sold it to villains overseas. I think. Right now I’m at my cousins house jamming to music and relaxing to some great air conditioning. We’re off to see The Brother’s Grimm if any theater is open. How’s everyone else holding up? Yay for 3-day weekends!
Peace y’all.
So today was the first day of school. My radio alarm went off at six this morning and I barely heard it. I’m used to the annoying chatter of two female djs on our local 97.3fm at 7:40. This time I actually heard music and it was comforting, even though my alarm is really loud. It took me a few minutes to realize I was singing along to a song, half asleep. I got up, showered, dressed, ate and was out the door by 7am. Big mistake.
Everybody and their grandma was on the streets at this time. I found myself yelling at cars to the front of me, as well as to the back, left, and right of me. So basically I spent the whole hour and a half drive to downtown yelling at people that couldn’t hear me. Once in a while I’d stop to sing along to my music, but mostly it was in a burning rage.
I didn’t even attempt to park in the lot near to my campus because I knew it would be packed, so I parked only a few blocks away in the garage. Good thing I had my skateboard handy so I could race to class without breaking a sweat. Looks like I was the only one who was late, and my professor made sure to point that out. Bummer. I made up for it by asking a lot of profound questions throughout the class such as: “How long are we expected to work on any given illustration?” and “What is a flat sheet“. I think I’m on safe ground again.
Well this hurricane is hitting Florida tomorrow and it looks like classes are still open in the morning. This calls for an early bedtime and an early wake-up, even earlier than today’s. So everybody join me in welcoming my new friend Five Thirty Ayem. And while you’re at it say hello to our guest Katrina.
I’m counting the hours. Only a few more before I attend my 7th concert/show of the year. It’s probably more than 7 but it just seemed like a good number to throw out there. I will be rocking out to the music of Acceptance, The Receiving End of Sirens, Cartel, Augustana, and Panic! At The Disco.
Go ahead, click on them. You know you want to.
The show will be in the Culture Room, Ft. Lauderdale at 7pm. I’m guessing it’ll go pretty late and then I’ll have to rush home and sleep as soon as possible. The next morning I begin my classes for the 2005 Fall Semester. It’s a bittersweet thing. Let’s observe the bitter half: my classes begin at 8am in the morning, Monday through Thursday. The campus I attend is in downtown Miami, about an hour away with traffic. This means I’ll have to wake up 2 hours earlier than I’ve become accustomed to in the past year, which means I’ll have to push it even earlier if I want to continue my morning runs. Then everyday afterschool I will drive to work, another half hour trek in the land of Traffico. But now onto the sweet part. My art classes consist of photography and illustration, two areas that I’ve been meaning to improve on. My academic classes include Intro to Psychology and finally English 102. I’ve been avoiding that class for quite some time now, but alas it has found me in my most vulnerable state: Junior Year. I’ve been too patient with my academic classes, often dropping some of them for the convenience of time and relaxation. I’ll probably get my degree in 2 years and half instead of just two. Oh well.
Anybody going tomorrow to the show? Show some support. Acceptance is a great band. Even if you’re not going, drop a message and say hi. I never know who’s on here. Toodles.
God has provided a new day, a new hope. It’s been hard to realize that for the past few weeks. This has been a life-changing month and I haven’t exactly prepared myself for it. Close friends have gone, responsibilities have shifted, work has increased, and the mood swings get higher and lower these days. I’ve found myself needing to be consoled more than I’m consoling others. It’s been a tough month.
There’s an odd comfort in being able to cry with people I love. All day yesterday I kept a lot of my emotions bottled in, avoiding eye contact and avoiding topics that might trigger an emotional breakdown. I barely managed throughout the day. Once in a while at work I’d remember all the feelings I was trying to bury and I’d have to retreat to a quiet place. As I attended dinner with friends Paola and David I heard words that reminded me of my leaving comrades and my eyes would begin to drip again. The drives to and from Kendall were occupied by high volumes of music blaring from my speakers, hoping the tunes would keep my mind wandering into to other directions. But as each track changed there were those brief moments of silence that burned a hole into my heart. By the time I got home past midnight my mom was waiting for me, ready to hold me and listen. That’s when I was finally drained out. The faucets were turned at full force and I could finally breathe again.
As I type this I can see the morning light peek through the window blinds into my room. All is not lost. God has provided so much for such a long time. As my faith is challenged every day I am grateful for friends and family who are willing to help me up the hill. It’s great to see the light again. The Warmth is so inviting. God has provided a new day, a new hope.
Time to celebrate my second anniversary with sketchism.com! I’ll provide the Kool-Aid and the Tostitos. Anybody up for a good Macarena?
Got on the scale this morning and was surprised to find I was 6 pounds lighter than I was two weeks ago. That’s 3 pounds per week! Woohoo. Lord knows I’ve been working hard to drop the weight. So far I’ve stuck to my morning and evening excercise schedule. Running/Shadowboxing in the morning and then attending my martial arts classes at night. My eating schedule is solid: about 5 to 6 small meals a day, avoiding eating past 7pm. I feel more energized as well.
I was able to go toe to toe again with my sparring partner Lou at the gym on Wednesday. We went for 3 good rounds after doing an hour of grappling with other dudes. My endurance has definitely improved. I caught him with a few good uppercuts and combos to the body and face. My fake-right always gets him to fall into my hard left jab. But then of course as we were sparring he clocked me on the right side of my nose and we had to stop for a bit because I began bleeding. This is the second time in a week that my nose starts bleeding. The first time I barely got touched but I guess I just have some weak wirings in there. No worries, I just plugged a thick piece of toilet paper in there and started sparring again.
When I was in elementary school I used to get nosebleeds from all the heat, especially during the summer. I remember one time having to run to the bathroom with the help of my YMCA councelor and try and stop the bleeding but it kept on leaking out as I was hurled over the sink. Ever since that day I always picture that sink whenever my nose begins to bleed. The brown coating of dry blood is still engraved in my memory and how it was on the knobs and the floor. I think it would make an interesting painting.
Well, today is my boxing class and I can’t wait to get back in there. I’ve been having to deal with a lot of issues this week that I’m not comfortable writing about just yet. Fortunately I have a loving family in Christ who has been by my side through my confusion and hard times. All this excercising and boxing is a good release from that stress as well. Poor Lou is going to feel my pain today when that bell rings. It’s cool, he can take punch. I’ll just make sure my nose stays away from his gloves too. I’m tired of staring down at that sink.
Have a great weekend everybody.
T’was the night before Monday and all through the land, not a creature was rocking except for this band. They got on the stage with their drums and their mics, and we drove out to see them right off the turnpike. We danced and we laughed, we moshed and we jumped, our bodies with sugar kept us feeling pumped. And then as they sang their final goodbyes we laughed even more and together we cried: “Oh Kings of the stage, please come back again!” And they looked straight at us and said with a grin: “Oh children of Florida, how thoughtful you are. We’re glad this ain’t Texas or we’d dump our guitars. Don’t worry about it, we’ll be back very soon. We’ll make sure to come back by the next full moon. Or perhaps that’s too early, just keep us in mind and our new album will come in a matter of time. And then when we’re back you’ll have new songs to sing, and by then you should have tons of new friends to bring.”
We bade them farewell and told them keep rockin’ and now I’m tired of all of this talking. So before I leave you to take a good shower, enjoy these pictures for another good hour.
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