Really an interesting tune, by postal service, feels like some relationships I've had. Not going to mention any names.
I've found something I hate. I don't mind when my friends don't call. I really don't. What really bothers me is total lack of effort or desire to return a call. I think most of us can say we've been there.
I took some runny nose medicine today, and i completely didn't read the box. "May cause drowsiness". Great. And I took 4 at work. Awesome. I said the phrase, "Holy crah-ow"
A combination of holy crap, and holy cow. That was me at 3:24 P.M.
I've decided that a sports car is definitely for me.
The eagles are on in my headphones...
i feel an impending nap coming on...
Monday, March 07, 2005
Friday, March 04, 2005
The Car Wreck
Today was the day that I witness first hand a man at the very bottom of his life. This blog will tell the story.
11:59 P.M.
School let out today, and I hadn’t been feeling too good. Right from French class I went back to my room where I prepared for my departure. My dad was coming to pick me up and take me straight to work. I’ve been on break for 5 minutes and it’s time to work. Hilarious. I was NOT, feeling good at all. My head was throbbing, and I mean, I’ve felt bad a couple times, but never been really sick. I was feeling it. I had skipped class for wayyy less than I was feeling that friday afternoon. Once I got to work, my task assigned to me was run some parts to customers in various locations of Ohio. I got to drive my Father’s Taurus, which is a nice car. I do enjoy the v6. The journey then took me to Canton, where the excitement of delivery led me to “Hilscher-Clark” electronics. It was approximately 10 minutes after I had left from there that it happened.
3:39 P.M.
I was driving along feeling dazed, I had been driving for about 2 hours. It’s a big drive from Cleveland to canton, even before the drive back, not to mention when sickness is your only company.
I saw a car turning left across the street and then I heard it. Breaking glass, the heavy slam of metal on metal. I slammed on my brakes and tried to take in what happened.
A silver Honda had turned left across traffic without considering that other cars might be driving heading the other direction. There was no squeal of brakes except for my own. He had turned directly in front of a Buick which was traveling approximately 40 m.p.h., whose had hood compacted into and demolished the passenger side of the Honda. I immediately pulled into a nearby parking lot and sprinted towards the scene, my phone already dialing 911. There were 2 women in the Buick and they weren’t moving. It’s very difficult to describe the emotion explaining that there was an accident to the 911 dispatcher, while trying to evaluate how bad the situation really is and talk to the guy on the ground.
The guy who had been driving the Honda was laying on the ground outside of the car. He was bleeding from a cut above his left eyebrow and moaning. 2 guys had run over from their car wash job, checked to make sure that the women’s car was off, because there was some liquid in mass quantity pouring out of the engine. The boy’s reaction almost startled me, as he saw me on the phone, “Whad you doing? Whad you doing dog? Who you calling?”, he said in a defensive stupor. “Relax man, you’ve just been in a serious car accident, just lay your head down man, the ambulence is on the way”, was my reply. “I’m fine yo”, he said while rising to his feet and walking around.
The 2 guys who had came from the car wash were working with me on keeping the guy calm, because he was starting to get worked up. “I’m going to jail! FUCK! FUCK!”. He punched an unbroken window of his mutilated car, extremely hard. That was when it hit me, his logic was completely off. His speech was slurred. He was having trouble walking. He had been drinking. “Fuck man look I’m drunk, I’m all fucked up, I can’t even get my pants on, I’m fucked man, drunk as fuck, aaaaAHHHHH I’m going to jail! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” All this he said while again slamming his fist into the window of his car. “Naw naw this is YOUR fault”, he said as he walked up towards the window of the car he had just swerved in front of. “Look at my car! Mines totaled, yours isn’t that bad at all”. “I gotta get outta here man, the cops are gonna take me away, I gotta run. I’m already going to jail!” The 2 guys from the car wash immediately toned up their voices, “No man, it’s not an option. If you run, they will come for you and they will hunt you down.”
It was at this point he broke. He stooped down on the sidewalk and put his face in his hands. He began to weep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” This was the bottom of his life. What do you say to someone who genuinely wishes that they were never born? For the next fifteen minutes he told every single EMT the same thing. Through the tears he cried, “ohh God I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” We kept trying to talk him down, telling him that he’s young, telling him that he could turn his life around, that it’s not over, that no one died. That was when he wished that he was never born. “Oh god I don’t have insurance”.
They bandaged everyone up, neck braces and ambulences for all, but it seemed that they would all be ok physically. They were all taken to the hospitals.
I made a statement to the cop, telling him basically everything here, minus the emotion.
The scariest part of the accident is that if the Buick hadn’t been in front of me, I might have had the hood of his Honda through my driver side door. To anyone who has ever driven under the influence, wise up. It can ruin your life, it sure put a scar on Rodan's.
11:59 P.M.
School let out today, and I hadn’t been feeling too good. Right from French class I went back to my room where I prepared for my departure. My dad was coming to pick me up and take me straight to work. I’ve been on break for 5 minutes and it’s time to work. Hilarious. I was NOT, feeling good at all. My head was throbbing, and I mean, I’ve felt bad a couple times, but never been really sick. I was feeling it. I had skipped class for wayyy less than I was feeling that friday afternoon. Once I got to work, my task assigned to me was run some parts to customers in various locations of Ohio. I got to drive my Father’s Taurus, which is a nice car. I do enjoy the v6. The journey then took me to Canton, where the excitement of delivery led me to “Hilscher-Clark” electronics. It was approximately 10 minutes after I had left from there that it happened.
3:39 P.M.
I was driving along feeling dazed, I had been driving for about 2 hours. It’s a big drive from Cleveland to canton, even before the drive back, not to mention when sickness is your only company.
I saw a car turning left across the street and then I heard it. Breaking glass, the heavy slam of metal on metal. I slammed on my brakes and tried to take in what happened.
A silver Honda had turned left across traffic without considering that other cars might be driving heading the other direction. There was no squeal of brakes except for my own. He had turned directly in front of a Buick which was traveling approximately 40 m.p.h., whose had hood compacted into and demolished the passenger side of the Honda. I immediately pulled into a nearby parking lot and sprinted towards the scene, my phone already dialing 911. There were 2 women in the Buick and they weren’t moving. It’s very difficult to describe the emotion explaining that there was an accident to the 911 dispatcher, while trying to evaluate how bad the situation really is and talk to the guy on the ground.
The guy who had been driving the Honda was laying on the ground outside of the car. He was bleeding from a cut above his left eyebrow and moaning. 2 guys had run over from their car wash job, checked to make sure that the women’s car was off, because there was some liquid in mass quantity pouring out of the engine. The boy’s reaction almost startled me, as he saw me on the phone, “Whad you doing? Whad you doing dog? Who you calling?”, he said in a defensive stupor. “Relax man, you’ve just been in a serious car accident, just lay your head down man, the ambulence is on the way”, was my reply. “I’m fine yo”, he said while rising to his feet and walking around.
The 2 guys who had came from the car wash were working with me on keeping the guy calm, because he was starting to get worked up. “I’m going to jail! FUCK! FUCK!”. He punched an unbroken window of his mutilated car, extremely hard. That was when it hit me, his logic was completely off. His speech was slurred. He was having trouble walking. He had been drinking. “Fuck man look I’m drunk, I’m all fucked up, I can’t even get my pants on, I’m fucked man, drunk as fuck, aaaaAHHHHH I’m going to jail! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” All this he said while again slamming his fist into the window of his car. “Naw naw this is YOUR fault”, he said as he walked up towards the window of the car he had just swerved in front of. “Look at my car! Mines totaled, yours isn’t that bad at all”. “I gotta get outta here man, the cops are gonna take me away, I gotta run. I’m already going to jail!” The 2 guys from the car wash immediately toned up their voices, “No man, it’s not an option. If you run, they will come for you and they will hunt you down.”
It was at this point he broke. He stooped down on the sidewalk and put his face in his hands. He began to weep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” This was the bottom of his life. What do you say to someone who genuinely wishes that they were never born? For the next fifteen minutes he told every single EMT the same thing. Through the tears he cried, “ohh God I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” We kept trying to talk him down, telling him that he’s young, telling him that he could turn his life around, that it’s not over, that no one died. That was when he wished that he was never born. “Oh god I don’t have insurance”.
They bandaged everyone up, neck braces and ambulences for all, but it seemed that they would all be ok physically. They were all taken to the hospitals.
I made a statement to the cop, telling him basically everything here, minus the emotion.
The scariest part of the accident is that if the Buick hadn’t been in front of me, I might have had the hood of his Honda through my driver side door. To anyone who has ever driven under the influence, wise up. It can ruin your life, it sure put a scar on Rodan's.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Smilies?
Getting excited for summer and BNYC already. Why does that happen? Also looking forward to MCing the spaghetti dinner at my church come Saturday.
Mark really called Iron and Wine, they're a really great soft group.
Solfege Individual went pretty well, except for the sight-reading. For some reason, D Minor just wasn't with me. Plus I remembered that I had to do it on syllables about the + of 3 before I came in. Now on to the dicatation.
Work will fill my life after school is over, so it might not be a bad idea to enjoy my time here now.
Guys need to control themselves. Seriously .
This story is so cool. I wish I was a pilot.
http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/03/03/globalflyer.fossett/index.html
What's up with smiley faces. I really despise them. Artificial emotions that people use in IM's even when they're actually sitting there with a stern contemplative look on their face. It's not that I don't think they're cute or fun or whatever adjective you may use, it's just that fact that 9 out of 10 times it's a façade. When you're really laughing or smiling, and someone is actually warming your heart, would you put up a 10x10 pixel smiley face to show how you're feeling? It sickens me.
Enough of the smilies. I'm done.
Mark really called Iron and Wine, they're a really great soft group.
Solfege Individual went pretty well, except for the sight-reading. For some reason, D Minor just wasn't with me. Plus I remembered that I had to do it on syllables about the + of 3 before I came in. Now on to the dicatation.
Work will fill my life after school is over, so it might not be a bad idea to enjoy my time here now.
Guys need to control themselves. Seriously .
This story is so cool. I wish I was a pilot.
http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/03/03/globalflyer.fossett/index.html
What's up with smiley faces. I really despise them. Artificial emotions that people use in IM's even when they're actually sitting there with a stern contemplative look on their face. It's not that I don't think they're cute or fun or whatever adjective you may use, it's just that fact that 9 out of 10 times it's a façade. When you're really laughing or smiling, and someone is actually warming your heart, would you put up a 10x10 pixel smiley face to show how you're feeling? It sickens me.
Enough of the smilies. I'm done.
March 3rd Goodnight
This particular song is from the Honda commercial, you know the one where they have no room to put all their "extreme" bumper stickers? A very groove song. Very much perfect for 11:46 P.M. A song for exactly how I feel. Just a chill relaxed way. (Also from the O.C. soundtrack)
My pocket PC was acting up today. It kept trying to connect with my computer even when i was in the conservatory. I hard reset that badboy and showed him where it was at.
Worked with Jon today on french skit, just emailed him, I was supposed to work on it tonight, but that movie deal came to fruition, and it was quite lovely to be honest. Weird movie, but also a very solid movie. "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (thanks to an anonymous proofreader)". A movie that I would definitely not call a waste of time. Makes you appreciative of your memory.
So Kevin. Today he accidentally lost his grip on his highlighter while moving quickly and it landed under his chair. The cap came off and flew under the desk. He reacted with a very odd contortion of his body which ended up on the futon accompanied by a sound of sheer terror. To counter this, I immediately dashed to the fallen writing utensil and repaired it's status. Upon the return of the marker, he returned to normal behaviors. Just another reason that being random is more fun.
iTunes is definitely the way to go. No no music match.
Modest mouse, what's up with those guys? I first hated them because they were crazy, but now I can't get enough of em.
I think the saddest thing that has happened in a while, was the re-format of my computer. Only in that I lost all my playcounts on all my music. Very sad, because it keeps track of how much i listen to music. Very sad.
so when I lose at chess online...i go absolutely bananas..just ask kevin..
Euchre time, then bed. I promise.
My pocket PC was acting up today. It kept trying to connect with my computer even when i was in the conservatory. I hard reset that badboy and showed him where it was at.
Worked with Jon today on french skit, just emailed him, I was supposed to work on it tonight, but that movie deal came to fruition, and it was quite lovely to be honest. Weird movie, but also a very solid movie. "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (thanks to an anonymous proofreader)". A movie that I would definitely not call a waste of time. Makes you appreciative of your memory.
So Kevin. Today he accidentally lost his grip on his highlighter while moving quickly and it landed under his chair. The cap came off and flew under the desk. He reacted with a very odd contortion of his body which ended up on the futon accompanied by a sound of sheer terror. To counter this, I immediately dashed to the fallen writing utensil and repaired it's status. Upon the return of the marker, he returned to normal behaviors. Just another reason that being random is more fun.
iTunes is definitely the way to go. No no music match.
Modest mouse, what's up with those guys? I first hated them because they were crazy, but now I can't get enough of em.
I think the saddest thing that has happened in a while, was the re-format of my computer. Only in that I lost all my playcounts on all my music. Very sad, because it keeps track of how much i listen to music. Very sad.
so when I lose at chess online...i go absolutely bananas..just ask kevin..
Euchre time, then bed. I promise.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
A Day in the Con
You know that phil collins can really whale. Also that he does everything himself? He's a studio worker, does his own drums, bass, guitar, keyboard, and of course vocals. But not when he was in Genesis. I remember a talent show when I was younger, and some guys did a skit to this song. It was pretty funny, but maybe it's because I was five.
What is wrong with Michael Jackson....(don't answer that, it's just a statement really)
I'm never gonna finish my performance attendance requirement..
So yesterday i just completely forgot about departmental. For some reason i had the feeling that one would be sneaking up on us sometime soon, since it'd been a while. I asked sarah chadwick and she told me that of course we had it. This was like 15 minutes before it started. So that was lucky.
Crap i still have to sign up for my solfege individual. Oh well, i'd better practice. That's more important than signing up anyways, all the friday slots are gone and all that's left are the thursday slots.
Still upset that I can't go to the con formal...there's someone i really would like to have asked...
So my aunt sent me a care package. A bunch of vitimins and stuff. It was really cool. I mean, she always includes little bonuses like gum and cough drops.
Sibelius vs. Finale...the jury is still out...they both need serious work..the mac integration is good, but still could be seamless.
The cold sucks only when you're by yourself.
Now playing Guster, "Fa Fa". Great song.
Movie night tonight? Someone was supposed to come over..we'll see if that comes to fruition.
Class soon, gotta make sure my ride is going to the con. Peace.
What is wrong with Michael Jackson....(don't answer that, it's just a statement really)
I'm never gonna finish my performance attendance requirement..
So yesterday i just completely forgot about departmental. For some reason i had the feeling that one would be sneaking up on us sometime soon, since it'd been a while. I asked sarah chadwick and she told me that of course we had it. This was like 15 minutes before it started. So that was lucky.
Crap i still have to sign up for my solfege individual. Oh well, i'd better practice. That's more important than signing up anyways, all the friday slots are gone and all that's left are the thursday slots.
Still upset that I can't go to the con formal...there's someone i really would like to have asked...
So my aunt sent me a care package. A bunch of vitimins and stuff. It was really cool. I mean, she always includes little bonuses like gum and cough drops.
Sibelius vs. Finale...the jury is still out...they both need serious work..the mac integration is good, but still could be seamless.
The cold sucks only when you're by yourself.
Now playing Guster, "Fa Fa". Great song.
Movie night tonight? Someone was supposed to come over..we'll see if that comes to fruition.
Class soon, gotta make sure my ride is going to the con. Peace.
Late Night
Late night and can't sleep..ever had a night like that? The only who is crazy enough to be up at this time is my roommate, which is cool.
Ever wonder what we're supposed to be?
Why are we going to school if 90 years from now we're going to be lying in dirt? And what's the best we can do? Get on T.V.? buy a big house? Drive a mustange '05 down 71 at 145 m.p.h. and slow down before the cop because you had a radar detector? The highest highs on this earth will all be gone sooner or later. Makes you wonder what's after death.
Goals are pointless without work.
Today i wish i had the ability to read alto clef. It's not easy you know.
Still working on my stupid fingers...
I went to walmart the other day with mark and matt because there was nothing else open. Before that we went to laser tag, and walked in, even though they were closed. We were thinking about just running into the course and playing tag, but then we realized that they had the premises on camera, and decided not to do that.
How can some people openly admit that porn is a good thing? How? Did you know that the same chemical that is released in a womans brain while having sex is the same chemical released in a guys' brain while porning? Scary, to think that you can't shake the images. Yay for CE.
I'm really enjoying this snow patrol album. "Run" is another great song.
The sandman approaches.
Missing my friends.
Might go to the IX center to see the car show on thursday night, my friend has 2 tickets. It'd be cool, and ironic at the same time. A man without a car goes to see cars that cost more than a house he'd buy and pay off for the rest of his life.
Trillian is way better than AIM.
Night all.
Ever wonder what we're supposed to be?
Why are we going to school if 90 years from now we're going to be lying in dirt? And what's the best we can do? Get on T.V.? buy a big house? Drive a mustange '05 down 71 at 145 m.p.h. and slow down before the cop because you had a radar detector? The highest highs on this earth will all be gone sooner or later. Makes you wonder what's after death.
Goals are pointless without work.
Today i wish i had the ability to read alto clef. It's not easy you know.
Still working on my stupid fingers...
I went to walmart the other day with mark and matt because there was nothing else open. Before that we went to laser tag, and walked in, even though they were closed. We were thinking about just running into the course and playing tag, but then we realized that they had the premises on camera, and decided not to do that.
How can some people openly admit that porn is a good thing? How? Did you know that the same chemical that is released in a womans brain while having sex is the same chemical released in a guys' brain while porning? Scary, to think that you can't shake the images. Yay for CE.
I'm really enjoying this snow patrol album. "Run" is another great song.
The sandman approaches.
Missing my friends.
Might go to the IX center to see the car show on thursday night, my friend has 2 tickets. It'd be cool, and ironic at the same time. A man without a car goes to see cars that cost more than a house he'd buy and pay off for the rest of his life.
Trillian is way better than AIM.
Night all.
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