I Spent way too much time on this Entry

As i explained in my last entry, I came upon some of my Freshmen English class papers that i thought would be pretty awesome to put on here. The first of which, caused me all kinds of grief today. I wanted to just copy and paste the entire original file onto my blog, but this turned out to be much more of a chore than i expected, AND, it didn't really even work. Here is Why: Technology. The computer i had written ALL of these papers on, happens to be a ghetto old school desktop. Ok, not THAT ghetto...i mean it still runs, barely....i wonder if the hamster inside is dead? That could do with it running so slow...

So today, Saturday, I went through this huge ordeal to pull the computer out of my closet, actually the massive monitor and massive box containing the computer, JUST to find this document. I connect everything, even find the tiny speakers that came with it. (This computer actually happens to be the one my sister used when she first went off to college...so probably purchased back in 2000, or maybe 2001 at the very best..yeah, dinosaur.) I turn it on, and it's going so incredibly slow...i wait 10 minutes for it to finally finish loading. My roommate is a Computer person, so i ask him a couple questions. 1. Can i put more RAM in it to make it faster. I know we tried once before, but Best Buy told us it wouldn't work. He said i Can...but it's probably honestly not even worth it. Next, Wireless Internet: It just has a jack for a cable...and we only have one place in our house where the Internet actually connects to. He has a Wireless card thing, but after attempting to make it work. It does not. Right now, i am typing from said piece of ju....Computer....connected to the Internet through a cable running from my room to his. Great huh?

Since this computer is an antique, it has like Microsoft Word .97839 on it. It's pretty ghetto. So when i try to copy and past my paper thing over, the pictures don't copy. Of course i realized after, this had nothing to with the Hud i'm working on, just the fact i have to add the pictures in myself. So i searched for some pictures closely resembling the ones on my paper, and came as close as i could.

Lastly, The final picture on this entry has words written on it. I don't know how i did it for my report, but somehow i did. I couldn't save the picture from my original document, so i had to search a new one, use a photo editing thing from work (picknik...ever heard of it?) then re save it, and add it. So in all reality, the making of this Blog entry probably took...from start to finish, with many failed update attempts (it doesn't even have service pack 2 for Window XP on it....and then while trying to do the updates, to at least bring my windows up to speed, it told us/me my windows wasn't a registered product key....no idea how thats possible...unless my sister had someone install an illegal version...), and after some restarts, and downloading Firefox, new iTunes, etc. I got to finally writing the entry. SOOOOOOOOO You'd better enjoy this...actually, it wouldn't suprise me if no one makes it past all this mumbo jumbo about how i wasted my Saturday trying to setup a stupid Computer (Good thing this girl bailed on me....so i could end up having no life, AGAIN, on a Saturday night.)

The writing assignment we had, was to think of a "Grown Up Rule" that our parents always tried to enforce on us when we were young. I remember racking my brain trying to think of the best thing i could, and from any experiences i'd had in the past. Of course there were such rules as "don't swim until at least a half hour after eating" or "if you keep making that face, it'll freeze in that position." All Wives tales. I thought of one that actually happened to me, and my cousins on a trip to California

My entire Dad's side, meaning all of his siblings and all of their families, plus Grandma, Aunt Leora, etc. took a trip to California. We rented out a house that was basically sitting on the beach. There was a sand volleyball court in the "backyard" and the ocean was literally 100 yards away. It was pretty amazing...i think i took it for granted now that i look back on it. I remember staying up late and watching Comedy Central, mainly South Park was airing at this point in time. Sleeping on the hide-a-bed couch, waking up with a sore back from the center bar in the bed (why can't they make those more comfortable? I've never really quite understood this), going to Disneyland, going with Great Aunt Leora on the Jurrasic Park ride at Universal, and just having fun. I also remember listening to Third Eye Blind repeatedly throughout the entire trip. I still love that CD. One of the funniest experiences from this trip was going to Hard Rock Cafe. (which is where this entire post is coming from) There was the kids table, and there was the Adults table. If anyone hasn't ever been to a Hard Rock Cafe, it is exactly as it sounds. Hard Rock. It's pretty dang awesome. Actually, i really don't know how we even pulled off even going to the Hard Rock, now that i think about it, it's actually kind of shocking. During our meal, we noticed the volume of the music was turned down drastically. We asked the waiter what was up, and they said someone had asked for it to be turned down. We said "yeah right, this is Hard Rock, crank it" so they did. AND....it was turned down again probably 10 minutes later. This went back and forth throughout the whole time we were there. We later found out, it was our own adult table asking them to turn the music down. "The Decibals are too high for your ears" That was the reasoning.

Most of the rules Adults/Grown Ups use, are basically made up anyway, and even if they do have validity, aren't official Laws as some parents would make you think. Part of the assignment was to disprove the said "rule" and come up with some way to figure it out. Anyway, it'll probably just make more sense by reading it. Again, the pictures aren't as cool as the ones i had in the original, and due to the Blogging format, not really in the same spots either. But it'll do. Enjoy!

Grown up rule #136: Don’t listen to music to loudly!

Location: Warner Bros. Records Inc. Burbank, California

Date & time: January 2, 1998 11:56 p.m.

Log:
Break into studios in back of
Equipment truck, disguised as a large speaker.
Break into large file cabinet during rehearsal.
Find grown-up rule #136!! Escape in garbage truck,
Claiming to be broken speaker.

Grown up rule #136: Don’t listen to music to loudly!

Official grown up reason: You’ll blow your ear drums out!

Real reason grown ups are hiding: The louder you listen to your music, the more nearly invisible notes float into the public air, causing mass love for rock and roll music, which means more rock bands formed!

And who wouldn’t want that, why parents of course! We all know that as a young person growing up in a world so full of turmoil, we all need something to turn to get our minds off of all the bad. For centuries classical music was used as a way to calm the mind, and to help a person think well. As good as this works, for some people it just wasn’t enough. Early artists such as Beethoven, actually tried something different similar to rock, but the people disapproved. The electric guitar was invented, and caused a mass forming of rock groups. People flocked to these concerts, where it appeared this calming need was finally found, as well as more rock bands forming thus after.

Over the past 50 or so years, many many great rock groups have been formed, much to the parent’s disapproval. A group of parents hired a scientist named George F. Rockahater to find the reason for so many rock groups being formed. Rockahater found that in a high powered electric guitar song, many nearly invisible “Rock Notes” were sent into the listeners ears,



This giving them the ability, if so chosen, to form a rock band. As we all know, to ban rock bands is a crime against music, and must be stopped! Don’t ever let an adult tell you to “TURN IT DOWN!” Better yet,

Childhood Story #1 Jaguar Sunny D

I was looking for a binder the other day, and happened upon a bunch of papers and miscellaneous assignments from my Freshmen English class, and found a Paper entitled "The Hedge Hideout" Finding this, made me realize i should share more stories from my childhood on here so those that never knew me as a youngin will know....can experience who I was when I was in my youth. For those of you that are included in the stories, I'm sure you will appreciate the Nostalgia (I find that's one of my favorite words. It's quite amazing).

I had a best friend growing up, Jake, well technically only from 3rd grade until now. He is married now, but we still talk and remember everything we went through. Sappy I know. During those Elementary School years, he basically lived at my house. He probably ate dinner more at my house during those years, than he did at his own. Because of how often he was at my house, he pretty much knew everything that was going on, even down to people that called our house regularly.

All growing up, I can only remember my Dad having a Sports car of SOME kind. First it was Jaguars, then a Mercedes, then Porsche's, then Mercedes again. Of course he didn't have them all the time, or all at the same time, but usually he had a car of his own. (He owned a business and the business paid for the car) I remember more than anything listening to Garth Brooks and Tina Turner in the Convertible Jag, cruising to get a slurpee at the Sev on 7th East. Wow never realized the connection there. Anyway, along with Sports cars, along with any car for that matter, comes maintenance and we discovered Jaguars didn't have the best reputation for not having Problems....That was crappy Grammar, but i don't care.

During one particular Jaguar time period, the car was in the shop for a ridiculous amount of time (Hmmm...sounds familiar with me and my car...) All we knew was that about 4-5 times a day, we could expect a call from the people at Jaguar either updating us on the "Status" of the car, Telling us it wasn't done yet, or when it would be done. The main problem with this was in that Jaguar only had our home phone #, and in a day when Cell Phones really didn't exist, so we were stuck taking their calls. We got so incredibly sick of answering the phone and hearing it was the same people from Jaguar, and telling them that "No, my Dad hasn't gotten home in the last half hour, and i will tell him you called 19,000 times today, Thanks" We started making up what we could say to them when they called us back to annoy them as much as they were annoying us.

You know those Sunny D commercials where the guy comes in from playing a hard game of Basketball, and is dead thirsty and looks in the fridge and finds "the soda, the purple stuff, the milk, YES SUNNY D!" This would have been the perfect premise and setup for a Sunny D Commercial. We LOVED Sunny D back in the day. Yes, it would have been perfect.

When you are with a group of friends and you just start laughing at everything, sometimes it's uncontrollable what happens to your body. My good friend was over, as usual, and we were laughing and making fun of the a fore mentioned Jaguar Service people, and of course Drinking Sunny D. What else would we be drinking? I honestly don't remember what was said, or who said it, but all i remember was as he was taking a drink of the yellow nectar, from one second to the next, there was sunny D ALL over everyone. But that's not even the worst. I look up, and see it continuing to spew from his nose. Of course all the rest of us lost it and jumped up out of the way to avoid the Sunny D shower. I can only imagine the burning his nose went through that day. Oddly enough, ever since that experience, Sunny D just hasn't had the appeal it used to.

I have a lot of Stories with Jake, and I'm sure if i asked him for more, he could give me more than my fair share. I'm planning on posting some of the assignments I found the other day, they're actually pretty awesome. I like writing.