Thats how fast I was out the door to go find my keys I lost on my way home from work. Has my house keys and my bike lock key on it.
I decided to backtrack the course I took going home just in case I lost it on the way home and not at work. Through out the whole way I didn't find anything. Only wind and bits of dirt going into my eyes. Well.. midway on my trip to find my keys, I was heading towards my work to check, I came across 3 girls.
Lets see if I can describe this good enough. There was the sidewalk which the 3 girls walked on side by side. Trees where spaced from each other on the left side and on the right was grass with water sprinklers going on. Does that give you the picture?
Anyways.. I didn't want to get wet so I decided to go real fast, go on the left side when there was an opening then continue on my way. Very well thought out plan. Nobody gets hurt. Everybody is happy. I went to go carry out my plan... I sped up and was preparing for an opening, but when I got about five feet from them.. one of the girls turned around and screamed. Thus making the other two girls scream. >.<>
I finally got to my work and found my keys where I had spilled my soda outside from earlier. Luckily nobody had pick them up. Very lucky indeed. I saw one of the coworkers that I knew on break so I went to go talk to them while I waited to order some water. Turns out he wasn't on break and hasn't even started work yet. While I was talking to him I noticed that the girls I scared came into the restaurant. Seems I gave them quite the story for them too since they were talking about how "fast and cool" I was going :P and about how they thought I was going to hit them >.>;;
After getting my water I started my ride back home where I came upon a couple that seemed to run out of gas. They were trying to push this van towards this gas station. I was riding by slow and thinking to myself, "Somebody should help them.. ya.. somebody will help them".. I kept riding slow and I saw this guy just leaning against his truck watching. "Who am I kidding? Nobody is going to help these people." So I turned around and jumped off my bike next to them and offered to help them. They accepted my help and we got their van to the gas station.
I was about to just leave, hop on my bike and head home, but the guy said thanks to me and offered me something to drink. I'm satisfied with knowing that I did a good deed, but pushing that car was hard work so I couldn't say no to this offer. Got myself a Slurpee :)
Sep 30, 2007
Sep 29, 2007
HOT CHEETOS
How many of you readers like Hot Cheetos? They're so good. Once you're used to them, they become your favorite chips to eat. Not with a sandwich or anything. Just by themselves. I used to eat Hot Cheetos at school like it was nothing, but then again.. I've always wondered what my teachers thought when I would turn in work with red finger prints on them. >.<
It happened this year. Early this year. I was sitting around and I wasn't in the mood to cook up food. I just wanted something to eat real quick. I looked in the cupboard and there it was! An unopened bag of Hot Cheetos. I ate up that bag like it was nothing.
Now keep in mind that I haven't ate anything at all that day... except for those chips. Couple hours later I regretted eating them. I regretted it even more for eating the whole bag. Reason? Cause it burnt. Not my mouth. The other thing.
What am I trying to tell you here? Don't eat Hot Cheetos on an empty stomach! It burns!!!
It happened this year. Early this year. I was sitting around and I wasn't in the mood to cook up food. I just wanted something to eat real quick. I looked in the cupboard and there it was! An unopened bag of Hot Cheetos. I ate up that bag like it was nothing.
Now keep in mind that I haven't ate anything at all that day... except for those chips. Couple hours later I regretted eating them. I regretted it even more for eating the whole bag. Reason? Cause it burnt. Not my mouth. The other thing.
What am I trying to tell you here? Don't eat Hot Cheetos on an empty stomach! It burns!!!
Sep 28, 2007
Choking o.o
Has anybody every choked on food? I have. Many of times sadly. One time, when I was about 7 or 8, I was eating dinner with my family and started choking. One of my sisters started hitting my back so that I could cough it up, but my parents told her to stop. They didn't do anything really. Just waited for me to cough it up myself then asked if I was ok. I mean.. I was ok to a point, but to watch to see if my choking would worsen? At least she was trying to help.
Today after work I was riding my bike with no hands. I thought it was pretty cool. To top that off I was eating ice. :D Well.. I hit a bump and started choking on the ice. I didn't know what to do so I put my hands on the grips of the bike to balance myself. Then a second later I wasn't choking. Ice melts quickly.
A side note for whomever is reading this:
I'm not sure when I will update my blog, but I am aiming to do it every day. Just like my morning piss.
Today after work I was riding my bike with no hands. I thought it was pretty cool. To top that off I was eating ice. :D Well.. I hit a bump and started choking on the ice. I didn't know what to do so I put my hands on the grips of the bike to balance myself. Then a second later I wasn't choking. Ice melts quickly.
A side note for whomever is reading this:
I'm not sure when I will update my blog, but I am aiming to do it every day. Just like my morning piss.
Memories
Another reason for me wanting to write this is because my memory to me seems to forget things. I'll remember things that I have long forgotten and be happy that I remembered them finally. It just sucks when I forget that memory again. So my reason for writing this stuff on a blog? Is so that whenever I decide to go read my blog again. My memories will be there.
Sep 27, 2007
Explanation Of The Chronicles
Hello there! I see that you stumbled upon my blog. Thanks for stopping by and checking it out.
To explain what this blog is about can either be explained the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is telling you that it's about the shit and giggles I've had my whole life. The hard way? Going more deep into detail about it.
My whole life I've always wanted to share my stories with people. The stories of the laughter and fun. Maybe sometimes the one about what I thought or where I would get into loads of trouble, but the only problem about telling people stories of my life in person is that they either don't have enough time or I don't. That or they just aren't interested. >.<
One time I considered writing a book, but who would publish the stuff that I have in mind writing? Not that many people I'm going to guess. Plus I want what I write to be available to the public the same day as I publish the post so that hopefully I can read and/or hear about what others thought. Thats a hint right there to you fellow readers ~.^
Speaking of books. When I was a kid, age 9, I was into writing stories. I wrote one which has a nice moral to it. Here it is.
Once upon a time there lived a snow boy. His name was Billy. He has been blind his whole life. When he first started school he was teased about it and called Snow Blind Billy. He was called that his whole life ever since he started school.
The snow kids that did except him tho became his snow friends. They were his friends ever since he met them, but two friends wasn't enough. Billy was still made fun of for his blindness so he became mean. He started to be a bully to the other snow kids that made fun of him.
He would hit them with his cane and take their lunch money. Billy became the meanest kid in the school and on top of that: He was blind! :o
Instead of the snow kids making fun of him and calling him Snow Blind Billy. They started saying to watch out for Snow Blind Billy. They would tell their snow teachers about Billy and what he would do, but they would brush it off and tell them to stop making up stories. That he is blind and that they should be ashamed of themselves to make up horrible stories.
This happened through out the year and went on to Junior High. Christmas was around the corner and Billy was meaner than ever. He didn't want anything for Christmas. Everybody was able to go home earlier for their Winter break because the school was snowed in.
Well... Christmas morning came and Billy was handed his stocking. He poured his goodies out into his stick hands, but didn't feel anything he thought was interesting. What did fall out of his stocking you ask? Coal was what fell out. Being blind as he is, he put them on his face and a miracle happened!
He yelled out, "I CAN SEE!!! I CAN SEE!!"
After that Christmas morning he was a happy snow kid. He was no longer mean to the other snow kids because they never made fun of him again for being blind.
The End
Now that I read this.. What was I on? Oh ya.. ritalin @_@;
My stories won't be as retarded as this. Since this is my first post I just thought I'll give you something to read.
Thanks for reading my blog and be sure to check up on it for more updates :)
To explain what this blog is about can either be explained the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is telling you that it's about the shit and giggles I've had my whole life. The hard way? Going more deep into detail about it.
My whole life I've always wanted to share my stories with people. The stories of the laughter and fun. Maybe sometimes the one about what I thought or where I would get into loads of trouble, but the only problem about telling people stories of my life in person is that they either don't have enough time or I don't. That or they just aren't interested. >.<
One time I considered writing a book, but who would publish the stuff that I have in mind writing? Not that many people I'm going to guess. Plus I want what I write to be available to the public the same day as I publish the post so that hopefully I can read and/or hear about what others thought. Thats a hint right there to you fellow readers ~.^
Speaking of books. When I was a kid, age 9, I was into writing stories. I wrote one which has a nice moral to it. Here it is.
Once upon a time there lived a snow boy. His name was Billy. He has been blind his whole life. When he first started school he was teased about it and called Snow Blind Billy. He was called that his whole life ever since he started school.
The snow kids that did except him tho became his snow friends. They were his friends ever since he met them, but two friends wasn't enough. Billy was still made fun of for his blindness so he became mean. He started to be a bully to the other snow kids that made fun of him.
He would hit them with his cane and take their lunch money. Billy became the meanest kid in the school and on top of that: He was blind! :o
Instead of the snow kids making fun of him and calling him Snow Blind Billy. They started saying to watch out for Snow Blind Billy. They would tell their snow teachers about Billy and what he would do, but they would brush it off and tell them to stop making up stories. That he is blind and that they should be ashamed of themselves to make up horrible stories.
This happened through out the year and went on to Junior High. Christmas was around the corner and Billy was meaner than ever. He didn't want anything for Christmas. Everybody was able to go home earlier for their Winter break because the school was snowed in.
Well... Christmas morning came and Billy was handed his stocking. He poured his goodies out into his stick hands, but didn't feel anything he thought was interesting. What did fall out of his stocking you ask? Coal was what fell out. Being blind as he is, he put them on his face and a miracle happened!
He yelled out, "I CAN SEE!!! I CAN SEE!!"
After that Christmas morning he was a happy snow kid. He was no longer mean to the other snow kids because they never made fun of him again for being blind.
The End
Now that I read this.. What was I on? Oh ya.. ritalin @_@;
My stories won't be as retarded as this. Since this is my first post I just thought I'll give you something to read.
Thanks for reading my blog and be sure to check up on it for more updates :)
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