Ding Dong the idiot is back

Aaaarrrggghhhh, my roomate got back together were her moron boyfriend, now I have to put up with his dumb mug back at my house at the weekends. I was so pissed of when she texted me the news. His ass was back at my house this week, I couldn't even stomach being around them, I just went to bed early so I wouldn't have to see him. This guy is such a putz, he hasn't even bought her flowers for taking him back. Interesting note, when he asked roomie what my reaction was to her taking him back, roomie told him that I thought he was a moron, funny stuff, he almost wants my approval in a Cosby kind of way. Aaaah well we will see how long she will put up with his shit this time around. I am out to SoCal on thursday again! for more police stuff, I am anticipating my move sometime in the next 3 months. I hope everybody has a good week.

Internet Girl

Well unfortunately me and internet girl failed to make a love connection. We did have a very romantic date, we spent many hours conversing over the phone and playing online games, but in the end,I guess there was something about me she was not attracted to. Am i mad? no not really. Am I sad? yes very much so. There are very few people that I make connections with, and when i do, there always seem to be some type of obstacle which prevents me from reaching true happiness. Am I dissapointed? Hell yeah, fter hearing about her ex who was abusive, and all the other guys she has dated, I would consider myself a prince among men. But unfortunately the good guy finishes last again. Again it will be back to the drawing board, hoping for true love, but more than likely experiencing dissapointment.

Women and their penchant for assholes

Ok I am here today to vent to all the women out there who sya they want a "nice, good" guy, but instead date morons/assholes who they know are no good for them. Now what would spur such a venemous post from me?
My new roomate, a friend who I have known for a few years, has been dating this dork. Now I may not be the coolest cat on the block, but I do know an idiot when I meet him. The first time I met this moron it was instant dislike, I do not know why I disliked this idiot, but I did. I would always hear roomie complain about his lack of compromise, and other misgivings. I would not say anything because he was her boyfriend, and I did not want to seem like a hater. But last week when he dumped her, I was happy and sad for roomie. I am sorry that she got dumped, but happy because the moron was gone, and now she could concentrate on finding somebody more deserving off her. Unfortunately the break up only lasted a week, and now the moron is back in the picture. I wonder why do we these things to ourselves? myself included. We/I know that this person is not right for us, but yet we/I continue to put up with their shit. I am all for compromise in a relationship, but there are just some things that you cannot ignore. Do we/I really want to put the effort in with somebody who we/I are not compatible with? Do we/I want to put up with people who do not show emotion? Do we/ I want to have conversations with somebody that we/I have nothing in common with. The last year and a half, I have been searching for my soulmate, I have met many people, and for some reason or another, things have not worked out, either because of something I have done, or something that the other person has done.( mostly my fault, I will admit, not everybody understands my quirks and eccentricities). But back to my original point, there is an old african saying if you are afraid of being alone you will end up with shit. Kind of crude, but a truer word was never spoken.

Alcohol and Me

Alcohol and me do not mix
So this weekend i went out fot the first time in months, and in going out I remembered some things about myself.
1. I have a low tolerance for alcohol
2. I am an asshole when I drink, examples to come later
3. I am an even more of an incredible horn ball when I drink, if that is possible.4. I forget about eating healthy when I drink.

Friday night I went out with a guy I met at a fight party last week, he turned out to be a pretty cool guy, and for somebody like myself who does not make friends easily, it was refreshing to hang out with somebody and not get annoyed at them within 10 minutes. That night we started drinking at the red dragon, they have a drink there called a wanderers punch which could run my lawn mower. After one of these drinks I willingly relenquished the keys to my car, I was already catching a major buzz. After the red dragon we headed to Williams for their 7 dollar steaks and more alcohol. Now I am feeling quite tipsy. From there we went to Tango Sushi to meet up with my roomate and her crazy friends, turns out one of her friends recognized me from somewhere, when I told her I used to bounce, I am greeted with a torrade of insults, apparently I was an asshole to her at some stage, I couldn't remember her but hey I have been an asshole to a lot of people in my time.(sidenote, I am not really an asshole, just misunderstood a lot of the time). From tango Sushi onto The Drink for EVEN MORE ALCOHOL, here the asshole in me comes out.
Asshole example 1. Walked past a girl and stole a french fry from her plate.
Asshole example 2. Insulted a bartender when he was flipping bottles ala cocktail. I asked him does the drink come any time soon.
Asshole example 3. Almost started fight in bathroom because some asshole tried to cut in line, yes he deserved a whooping, but violence does not solve anything, I could have quite easily done a jedi mind trick on him, but oh no, I had drunk muscles.
Note to self stay away from alcohol in the future
Saturday night I went out with roomie and new buddy, but I stayed away from the alcohol this time, which was a good thing, only thing is when sober, i find myself to be more of a shrinking violet when everybody else is getting crazy. Roomie and her crazy friends decided to flash their breasts every chance they got, ooh I love boobies! Did see one cute girl, and was very tempted to talk to her, but she was on a date, and I figured it would be kind of rude if I approached her, but I did see her sneaking glances at me. But I had to respect the rules of the game, now if alcohol had been involved, i would have definitely gone and talked to her. Hopeully my good actions will be rewarded in the future. Oh yeah and I found out what I did to that girl, it turns out I confiscated her fake ID at some stage, so Iwasn't really an asshole, jst a person who did my job rt

Heading back out to SOCAL

Ok the good news, I passed the Torrance PD test, the bad news, I have to get back on a fucking plane, and fly out there to have my interview, and if successful with that, I am back out there again 1 week later for my physical.
So I had the date with internet girl on Tuesday last week, and It was a great date, started off kind of rough because I wanted to take her rock climbing, but we couldn't find a wall, and the one which we did find had lessons going on that day. So we went bowling, and had a great time, I then took her to a little italion spot for dinner, where I got the hostess to open the section in the back exclusively for us, it was trez romantic. After dinner we went to the dog park and hung out there with Nanook, another romantic gesture, we had the whole park to ourselves, it was a full moon, and she kissed me! Totally making my night, I then took her to the lake, so that we could do some "stargazing". I totally felt like a teenager all over again, the thrills of being by the lake in a state of semi undress, hoping that the park police dont come by. All in all a great date, with great company, I am hoping for another one, but knowing my luck with women, we shall see.

Back in the Mini Apple

Ok finally back, and I am surrounded by MY modern comforts, Internet access, cable TV, Xbox360, and last but not least my puppy. This last trip to SoCal was probably my worst one ever. It starts off with another airline story from hell. On this last trip I had some more law enforcement tests to take, and I was planning on going to the mountains for a few days of snowboarding. With this plan in hand I decided to bring my snowboard with me. So you now have the setting for my upcoming trip. Thursday night I leave Minneapolis and make my way to the City of Angels, here lies my first problem, I arrive in LA, my suitcase arrives in LA minus a foot, but my snowboard is nowhere to be found. Ok I can deal with this luggage gets misplaced all the time, especially mine, it will be on the next flight and they will ship it to me, I am still calm.
Friday, I meet with my background investigator, and discuss a few skeletons in my closet, still no snowboard, I am getting a little concerned, I call the airline, and they say it should be on the next flight, mutha fuckin liars.
Saturday, I take another polygraph, pass this one without any hitches, but I still disbelive the validity of these tests. Ok i was supposed to leave for the mountains after my test, but no snowboard. So i wait one more day.
Sunday I decide thats it I'm going i can rent some shitty equipment when i get there, i drive to Santa Monica to pick up my snowboarding buddies, just as i arrive at the door,I receive a phone call, my asshole friends are baling on me at the last moment, after I have just driven up from huntington beach to pick up their punk asses. I am so pissed off I drive back down to HB, and hang out with my friend's daughter. It's amazing how kids can make you feel better about yourself.
Monday, I still have not heard about my snowboard, I call the airlines AGAIN. I am now livid, how fucking hard is it to find a six foot fucking bag. I am beside myself with rage, I tell the manager that I need my snowboard, i am going boarding tomorrow.
Tuesday, I arise nice and early, pack a bag and take off for the mountains. Once there I find a rental store and rent some equipment, my first run of the day, and I see that the equipment that was rented to me was absolute horseshit, the board had no edges, and the bindings were not secure, I spent my first run on my ass the whole way down. I check out the rental store at the mountain, and they have high end rental gear for rent, I rent their equipment, and am able to have a better time boarding, except for the annoying drizzzle, which kept on threatening to turn into rain. I'm all ready to stay the night and board again tomorrow, except the forecast is rain for tomorrow. FUUUUCCCKKK, i head back to HB to chill for the rest of the week.
Tuesday evening, I recieve a phone call from the OC sherrif dept. they want me to test on Wednesday for their department, cool, I am like OC better than LA anyways, but that is a vent for another day. I also got another phonecall, which turned out to be the highlight of my week.
I am a member of an online dating site, and I recieve a phonecall from one of the girls I am interested in, I have to say things were really good with this young lady, we connected on so many issues, our conversations were funny, we talked for 5 hours that night!
Wednesday, I take the OC test, and aced that, I meet with my OC background investigator, tell him about my past indiscretions, I never thought that this stuff would ever come up to haunt me. After all my testing I return to HB. Later on that day I recieve a call from the sheriffs dept, I am sorry but due to past drug usage, I must wait a year before applying, ah well cest la vie. I guess this is the price I must pay for stupid peer pressure incidents. I chat with online girl again for 2 hours. Oh yeah my snowboard finally showed up, after my trip ended.
Thursday, I have the Torrance PD police test. Wow, this was the toughest police test I have taken so far. hopefully i did well on this test,but we will find out soon enough. I did not do anything for the rest of the time, except chat with online girl the whole time.
Sunday, I am finally getting ready to come back home, at the airport I run into an associate who I used to bounce with, nice guy, but just a little strange, and he is a close talker, freaky!
Monday A.M I arrive in Minneapolis, and goto pick up my snowboard from the office, aarrrgghhh they ruined my snowboard bag, ruined my suitcase, and lost my luggage. The only good thing to come of this trip was a phonecall from a girl who lives in Minneapolis.
What a god awful trip.

Socal again

I am in SoCal right now, cant really blog, will update you all when I return to the Mini Apple