Reason 2435 to hate flying

Ok now I know I have not posted for a couple of days, but I have been just that darn busy, what with coming back from LA, work , trying to find a damn Halloween costume, and yes that was very time consuming, and the meeting of a new prospective, I have been hella busy. I am on my way to LA again; I actually tallied my frequent flyer miles for the last month, 10,000! In the last month alone.
Ok now I had decided I am not going to rush this trip to LA, I had my bags packed early, I had all my reservations set, even I’m gay, I’m not gay Robert offered to give me a ride to the airport. I told him to pick me up at 1:35, because my flight leaves at 2:45, and I need to be there to check in at least a half hour before the flight leaves. The cocksucker does not arrive until 1:55 FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. He gets to me the airport at 2:11, again there is only one person handling passengers at the ticket counter, I get tended to at 2:16, when the clerk informs me that they have shut down the gate. I go ballistic I am one of those irate passengers from that one reality airport TV show, I start to freak out on the clerk why the fuck do you only have one person working the counter, she replies it is not her fault that they are understaffed, I reply you just merged with us air, how the fuck are you understaffed. Another clerk comes of his brake and tries to talk to me, he offers me an emergency escort pass, but I will have to run to catch the plane, Fuck more running through the airport, I might as well change my name to Jerry O.J. Simpson Maguire. I take off running to my gate, luckily no random security check at security, rip off my shoes and belt and throw them throw the x-ray machine. Once they emerge, I pull on my shoes quickly, not bothering to put on my belt, it would take too much time, and I take off running, backpack on my back, suitcase in one hand, my belt less pants in the other, so they wont fall down . I arrive at the gate with seconds to spare. My first flight is to Vegas, and I am stuck next to some corn bred redneck who thinks that he can monopolize the armrest, sorry Billy Joe bob, but I am in no mood to put up with your bullshit, this “boy” is going to be utilizing part of that armrest, and get that cow milking arm on your side of the seat. Next reasons for hating flying, the fat guy behind me, forgot to attend health the class the day they were learning about noxious body odors, and ways to combat them. Hey fat man it’s called a shower and soap, and if that doesn’t work try deodorant, it about three bucks and can be found at most grocery stores, pharmacies or retail chain stores.
I finally arrive in Vegas, and I am starving, only problem is that the only food around is a Taco Hell, I am not a big fan of Taco Bell, but beggars cant be choosers, I order 2 soft tacos no tomatoes, not a difficult order, or at least so I thought. When I look over at employee making my tacos I watch her put tomatoes on my taco, Ok no problem it’s a simple mistake, I inform her I ordered my food sans tomatoes, what she did next stunned me, she reaches into the taco and starts to pull the tomatoes out, whoaaaa Nellie, if you think I am eating that you better take another hit from the bong, remake my damn taco you corner cutting, non order listening excuse for employee of the month.
Now the only good thing about this journey, out of all the airports I have visited McCarran is the only one with free wifi, I jumped online and had scintillating conversations with new prospect over IM. Hopefully my flight back will be less eventful.

Damn its cold back here

Ok I am back in the land of 10000 lakes, Minneapolis. My long weekend in LA was pretty good, got to hang out with my cousin, went to a few night spots, surfed a little. Definitely was a relaxing weekend. I even was able to avoid the running through the airport this time on my return trip, still had to suffer the random security check, but i'm not mad.
Today it is 40 freaking degrees, I am freezing my ass of after my mid 70 degree weekend, school was ok today, except when I arrive at school at 7:30 A.M the fire bell goes off, so I cannot enter the building until we get the all clear,and I have to suffer the cold some more, can you tell i hate the cold, hopefully only a few more weeks until i move to LA

Sore thumb

Yesterday's surfing was not that great, I decided to hit Newport beach, and see what that was like, the weather was kind of shitty, the waves were not that good, and as usual the ocean is cold, thank God for wetsuits.
Later that night my buddy took me to a club, back in theOC, I say back inthe OC, because I spent 2 days hanging out there, and came up to LA to see my buddy, and where does he take me? Back to the OC. The club we went to was pretty cool, it was clean, seemed safe, the music was good,the drinks were flowing, the patrons were attractive, so what was wrong with my experience? The club was 99% asian! Talk about sticking out! Now dont get me wrong this is not an anti asian post, quite the opposite, I love Asian people, especially the always so pretty asian females. No I just felt somewhat out of place, I am used to being a minority in most social situations, but this time I felt evn more out of place, not because anybody made me feel that way , just my own sense of displacement preying on my psyche.
Lastly I have read two spiteful comments on some other peoples blogs I peruse, my words to you assholes, why dont you fuck off and spend the time you put into trying to hurt somebody and work on some self improvement, If you don't like what a person is writing, then don't read it, I know I only read the blogs of people I want too, if I find something offensive I will constructively add my 2 cents, what I dont agree with is some asshole leaving anonymous, spitefull , cowardly comments.
Hope everybody has a great weekend, today I am hoping to actually party in LA.

Stealing bandwith

Just a quick post today, i am in sunny LA again, today I am in the OC doing some surfing, the water kind. Yesterdays trip was uneventful, still packed 10 mins before leaving, still had to run thru the aiprort ala jerry maguire, but did not have to suffer the "random security check" I think they are starting to recognise, I am travelling so much.
Today I could not find a coffee shop or a borders for me to surf the net on, so my resourceful self drove to a ritzy neighbourhood, parked out side a bunch of houses,and did a search for wireless networks, surely enough I knew there woulod be an unsecure network, so here I am blogging on somewhat elses is network, lol.
Would like to say thanks to all the nice things said in my last post, you are all very cool people, and I hope Karma rewards you. i would have done it of course, but I don't know any of you.
Will post later on tonight, i'm going to the beach

Leave me the hell alone

So my ex is back to her ways of trying to get a rise out of me, yesterday she had her new boyfriend send me a message, my God this girl is so fucking stupid. The message from her boyfriend, "was I am the nigga she is praying for everday", he is stationed in Iraq, "your beef is not for IM". I replied "I hope you return from Iraq safely, ex girlfriend fuck off".
Then this morning she called me and hung up, but thanks to the beauty of caller ID I figured out who it was calling me. I sent her an email that said
"I don't want to contact you, I have not wanted to contact you, I had erased all evidence of you from my life, then you had to pull that stupid porn accusations, just so that you can cause drama. Since you did that I have lost all respect for you, and now you have caused a rift. Olivia leave me the fuck alone, I do not want anything to do with you.
I love you
I hate you
I never want to speak to you again"
Hopefully she will get the hint, I really do wish we could talk , but my head tells me to stay the fuck away from her, she will only hurt me again.
Love is the most wonderfull and most hurtfull emotion

I am the law?

On friday I got to go on a ride along with one of my cop buddies, what an evening, I definitely learned a lot of what to and what not to do, in just that evening.
I started of at the precint at 9 pm, met up with my buddy, signed all the nessacary paperwork, and got ready to roll. I am practically pissing myyself I am so excited.
First stop the gas station to pick up snacks and what forth for the night. Me being the smart ass that I am, I could not resist the temptation to buy a donut, I mean i'm gonna be sitting in a cop car, my ride would not be complete without a donut. I go to the counter to pay for the donut, and the clerk must have assumed i was an undercover cop, because he gave me the donut for free! I think I am going to like this cop thing, now if only I could get the nice people at best buy and circuit city to give me my purchases for free.
Next stop, we get a noise complaint for a fraternity house, we arrive at the house, and there is another officer banging on the door trying to get the occupants attention. Those wily college kids decide to ignore, the first officer, we shall call him officer k, starts to get very frustrated, he walks around to the side of the house and shines his flashlight into the basement window to try and get peoples attention, again they ignore him. He is now getting very irate, now this the lesson i learned on what not to do. i have been known to have somewhat of a temper, but I normally refrain from losing it over such trivial things such as a bunch of scared underage college afraid to open door in case they get in trouble. Officer K shoots a little bit of mace into the fan which then disperses the mace over the basement, this causes a mass exodus from the house. Now I do not condone what he did, I do think there are other ways of getting the party to shut down, and I will cover that later on in this post. My buddy, officer C, both agreed that he went to far, but I will admit it was funny to see everybody scampering out of the house, trying not to get arrested. Funny thing is we were not there to arrest anybody, just to shut the party down. On the way back to the car I spot a guy sitting in the front seat. Officer C had accidently left his door open, and some dumbass wanted to get his picture taken whilst sitting in the cop car. What a fucking idiot, who gets in a cop car for fun? I call for C and I got to chase the guy and detain him until C catches up with me, keep in mind C is a 6'5 260 pound black guy. C is furious that this guy was in his car, and quite rightly to,now C is not one to abuse his authority, but he is livid, I think because he made a mistake and allowed somebody access to his car, and the fact that some idiot had the audacity to sit in his car. When C arrived he asked the guy are you a fucking idiot? C then threatened to whoop the guys ass. I knew he wouldn't do it, but he wanted to put the frighteners on dumbass.
Second call we goto another noise complaint, and shut down that party
Third call another noise complaint! This time I went around the back whilst the cops knocked on the door, what I saw cracked me up, the back door flys open, and all these college kids are running for dear life down the ally, I couldnt resist and had to say a smartass remark as these guys take off.
Fourth call another noise complaint, is there a trend here on a Friday night? This time it is just me and C going to this party, C handled it real cool, he spoke to one of the guests who was hanging outside, and asked him to talk to the owners of the party to shut it down, so that he wouldnt have to go and make scene. To me this was a cool way to shut down a party, everybody left on their own accord, there was no mass exodus of people afraid of getting arrestred, there was no mace being sprayed.
Fifth incident we get a code 3, this is the code for an emergency, it wasnt a big emergency, just a car crash, but we dont know the whole details until we get there. Now the fun begins, I get to turn on the lights and we start to fly through the traffic, man what a rush. I have done 80 on city streets before, but it is a different feeling when everybody pulls over to the curb as you speed by. Once we arrive at the car crash, I get to wave people around the car crash, not a terribly important job, and not one which I should be doing at all seeing as I am an observer, but C has worked with me on various security gigs, so he trusts me to help him out. Turns out some girl wrapped her car around a telephone pole, whilst answering her cell phone, luckily she was ok, but does anybody see the irony of hitting a telephone pole, because you tried to answer your phone? We wait around forever for the tow truck to arrive, then we go on a break.
Sixth and final call we goto take a report of a girl who was mugged. One thing I learned is that a lot of cops are lazy. Nobody was taking this assignment because they did not want to have to do the report. I hope I never get that jaded, I plan on being the best officer possible, and i will only harrass yuppies(joke). It was so funny after C took the call to do the robbery, all of a sudden all the other cops were free to pick up other assignments. I thought that was some major bullshit, this poor girl had been waiting around forever for someone to take her statement.
All in all i had a pretty fun night/early morning, but on the flip side, I was assigned in a pretty safe area, but all through out the night i heard reports of shots fired, domestic abuse situations, attempted murder. And I do realise that even though I had a fun time there are a lot of horrible individuals out there, and the world is not a nice place at timesl. But that just pushes me more to become a cop, so that I can do my little bit to make the world just a little bit better.

Kids say the darndest things

Ok here is my Bill Cosby impression, today at school i had a students ask me the strangest question

1. Mr T. can you check to see if i'm musty.

I obviously made my excuses, there is no way i am sticking my nose in one of these kids armpits or anybody eles's for that matter.

Just booked another flight to LA, for someone who hates flying, I am sure racking up the frequent flyer miles

When one door closes another one opens

Ok first of let me just say that Columbus day sucks, the one day when I absolutely have to goto the bank and post office, they are closed, aaarrrggghhhh!
Again another semi interesting day in the life of me! Was supposed to have another date last night with another new girl, what another one I hear you gasp, yes, now dont get me wrong, I am by no means a player, gigolo, pimp, or whatever the term you kids are using these days, I am just trying to find that one person who is compatible with me. Well this date never happened, turns out she had to work late, so I was left with an open evening, I call one of my friend and find out if she wants to get a drink and a bite to eat. She replies yes, but also do I want to watch a movie at her house. Sounds like a nice easy going evening, so I agree, we decided to skip the dinner and drinking part, because my tardy ass could not get over to her house on time, and watch the movie. Im sitting on the floor, and she is on the couch behind me, when she starts to rub the back of my neck, ok I think nothing of it, were friends, it's relaxing, i continue to watch the movie. I move from the floor to the couch, then she starts to sprawl on me, again I think nothing of it, its a small couch, were friends, she just wants some space. The movie is over, she asks me do i want to stay the night, I reply sure, it's late, were friends, I think nothing of it. I get into bed with her then all of a sudden I feel a bare ass, ok now all the signals click into place, all of a sudden i am thinking decisions, decisions. To cut a long story short, I made my excuses, somethin lame to the effect of I am not liking this bed, came home and released the poisons. Now why did I leave my friend in her state of hornyness? Well it was not something we had discussed, it was just presented to me, so that kind of took me by surprise. I don't know what her intentions are be it friends with benefits, or more. I am still planning on moving to Cali, so I dont want to hit and quit. Sometimes I wish my heart, brain and penis were on the same page.

Why LA is better than Minneapolis

After a restful night on my buddies couch, I go to the training facility where I am hoping to start, the first thing I noticed all the recrutis have their head shaved. AARRRRGGGGHHHH please tell me I am not going to have to shave my head, I have good hair, I am proud of my curly locks, I am afraid that it will not grow back entirely, shit. I walk around the facility asking some questions, making notes, so that I can be somewhat prepared for when I start here.
After my little recon mission I decided to go see my friend in Huntington Beach, I have not seen her since she moved to cali, so I owe her a visit. We meet up and I have the bright idea, lets eat at sizzler, I have never eaten at a sizzler, my only knowledge of Sizzler is what I hear of in black comedies, so I want to experience what Sizzler has to offer. My dining experience was not that bad, except for a place that was supposed to be popular with black folks, all I saw was old white people, again Hollywood has lied.
It is a beautiful 80 degree day in LA, when I receive a phonecall from one of my tenants" how do you turn the heat on, it's pretty cold in here". Now it is only October and there is no way we should be turning the heat on yet, I ask my tenant one question," did you take the ac unit out of the window yet?" his reply "uuhh no" I explain to him the physics of having an open window and how heat escapes. I call back a few hours later to find out if the house has warmed up, amazingly the temperature has risen inside the house.
I call gay/metro Robert to vent to him about the stupidity of some people, when he starts to complain that it was cold also, I ask him "is your window AC unit still in?" What do you think his reply was? I tell you some people.
Now the real reason as to why LA is better than Minneapolis, apart from not having to put up with cold weather. I have a date, woohooo. This was literally one of the best dates I have been on in a while, we meet up at Barnes and Noble, and goto Cheesecake Factory for a fruity drink. After our drinks we go to a rock climbing wall and get our sweat on, and yes I do mean by climbing rocks. After our workout we goto a little asian restaurant and order some food and more drinks, we started to fuck with the waiter and order some obscure drinks just to test the bar. After dinner and more pleasant conversation we ride the ferris wheel at a nearby mall, corny, yes but i am a cornball when it comes to matter of the heart. After more chatting and learning about each other, we decided to goto an amusement park, I'm telling you this would not be happening in Minneapolis. We did some rides, ate some greasy food, shared laughs, all in all a fun time. At the end of the night she dropped me off at my rental car gave me a goodnight kiss thanked me and we went our seperate ways. Will there be a second date? I don't know, but what I do know is that there is definitely a lot of fun things to do in LA, pretty women, great weather, and I LOVE LA.

Another reason to hate airports

I have not posted for a couple of days, due to travelling and having an extremely busy schedule. Thursday I left for LA( my soon home to be). Again i almost miss my flight, I really have to learn to pack the night before instead of coming home and throwing whatever clothes I have from my laundry hamper into a bag. Luckily I made it to the airport this time with 5 minutes to spare. My flight to Vegas was pretty uneventful, no crashes or such. On my layover in Vegas I decided to freshen up, gotta look my best for the LA women you know. In the bathroom I spot an old guy in a wheelchair having some problems moving, I ask him "do you need any assistance" He readily accepts my help of pushing him into the handicapped stall. After brushing my teeth and making sure that my hair is just right, I check on the old guy to see if everything is ok. He replies "he is going to need help in pulling his pants on." Damn, I dont mind pushing the guy, but helping him get dress after he just took a dump, man I am earning my boy scout ribbons today. I take a deep breath from outside of the stall and go in, after helping him get his pants on I start to wheel him out to his attendant. Once we reach his attendant, the old man reaches into his wallet and tries to tip me. Now this is my rant for the day, I dont know whether to be insulted or gracious. I have a problem with somebody trying to tip another person for doing a kind deed, I mean what has this world come to. I refuse his money, and tell him have a safe flight.
Upon arriving at LAX I walk outside to seem my shuttle bus pass me, I start chasing the damn bus and running through the airport like Jerry Mcguire, just once I would like to not have to run at an airport. Now I am sure this asshole saw me, because damn near everybody and their mother saw me chasing this asshole, but he would not stop and i had to wait for the next one.
Later on that night my cousin and i decided to check out this Martini bar called Lola's. We arrive their at a relatively early hour, we approach the bouncer, and this moron asks"Are you on the list?", no asshole I am not on the list, and neither is anybody else in there. There is no damn list, there was no cover, no special event, you just want to make you little hole in the wall bar seem pretentious. It was funny, I tell the guy no, and he still lets us in, just goes to show you what people in LA will do to make their clubs look cool, DUMBASSES.

No hablo espanol

I have had more students dumped into my classes, this time problem kids and two students who do not speak English, but hey we can do that Brown skin communication thing which white people don't know how to do. Ok you got me brown people do not have a secret way of communicating, but you would think so judging by the administration at my school. I also had a meeting about our most problematic student, and the great minds above have come up with a great idea on how to deal with this kid, let him do what he wants, and ignore him, because his behavior is a cry for attention, and when we respond to his behavior we give him attention. No shit his behavior is a cry for attention, but burying our heads in teh sand is not going to make it go away, we are sending the message that it is ok for him to act like a jack ass. The attention he needs is discipline, and lots of it. Have his family sit with him in classes, inconvenience her to the point where she starts to discipline him at home.
Minneapolis is one of the few places where you could use your AC and your heater in the space of hours, two days ago 80 degrees, today 41 degrees.
Oh and my background investigator contacted me, he wanted my address in England, the one from 13 years ago, so that he could run a check on me thru interpol. Good lord, these people are thorough. I don't think I have anything in my background which might concern interpol, well with the exception of being brown skinned, but again that is a rant for another day, ok here is a taste. Racial Profiling at the airport, does it or does it not exist.

Finally Back

Ok, so I have not been posting over the last couple of days, Why Future? I hear you cry. Well the truth is I have just not felt like it, every so often I go into these bad moods, some might say manic. I like to refer to these periods of time as my period, and when they occur I am not good company for anybody, I am the quintessential dark cloud. But it seems that the sun is finally starting to shine again for me.
Nanook is doing a lot better, thanks to all who sent good wishes, he has a tongue like a snake now, I joke around and call him a parsel tongue. But he does not seem to notice his new disfigurement.
Now I made the mistake of telling a few people I know that I now keep a blog, one of the good things about a blog is that it is anonymous, I can be honest with myself and write my true feelings down without having to worry about anybody I know judging me. Don't get me wrong, i love the interest that i have had from my blog family, but I will probably never meet you guys, and will not have to ever worry about you think of me. This brings up the problem of people who know me. One of the people I told about my blog has been inncessantly asking me to mention him in my blog, like this is a CD cover or something, but just to get this person to stop bugging me I am sending a message to annoying, gay, Jewish guy, Robert you still owe me fifty dollars. Ok I did it, I hope you are appeased. Actually Robert will only admit to two of the three traits I mentioned, but I know the truth about him.

My poor dog

Today I was out on one of my marathon walks with Nanook, my puppy, when a pitbull runs out of his yard and bites my dog on his tongue, I immediately interject and usher the dog inside his yard, and shut the fence. I call the owner over to tell him his dog bit my dog, the bastard says he locked his gate, I tell him if the gate was locked my dog would not have got bit. I immediately call an emergency vet and report the dog bite, they recommend bringing him just to check up on him. Now I am mile away from home, and it would take me ages to get bcak to my house, luckily I knew a guy who was working near by, I quickly walk over to his work and ask to borrow his pick up. Luckily there was no major damage to my dog, he may bark with a lisp :). But nothing serious. Now I am not mad at the dog which bit my dog, canine behaviour dictates that dogs will bite, but the asshole owner who refused to take responsibility for not locking his fence, his ass I wanted to kick. NOw I know violence does not solve any problems, but dammit I bet you would remember to lock your fucking fence next time.
I swear the weekends go by so quickly.