I'm done with college!!! Now what?
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Passing Finals
How do you feel about passing finals by guessing? It's my last final EVER, but it's my hardest. I have no desire to study what so ever, so I'm really thinking about winging it?
Good choice or worst decision ever?
Good choice or worst decision ever?
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Day Boozin, Check!
Do you have those friends who you don't necessarily talk to everyday or see, but the next time you see them it's like you just saw them yesterday? I LOVE these friendships, because despite the crazy busy life we all live, you know that those friends will always be there for you and bring a DAMN good time. This is the friendship that James Meredith and I have. Jim moved out to San Diego with a few of the guys about two years ago, and I haven't seen him since. We talk on the phone now and then, but I miss him and the rest of the guys terribly. I finally got to see him again yesterday, as me and my friends Ryan and Shawn adventured out to Maryland. I knew it was going to be a great time, but I didn't expect any of the things that happened last night to actually happen.
The day started pretty early, because we wanted to get to Edgewater as soon as we could. To all you techies out there that rely on their GPS, I warn you, it will FAIL you one day. The GPS decided to take us through DC, and we get lost... of course...it's DC. This is why I hate driving in the city because anyone can easily get lost. After driving around for about 45 minutes we decide that we need to get out of DC. We get back onto 66, and FINALLY we are on our way.
What should have taken us about an hour and some change to get there, took us about 2 hours but we finally get to Jim's house, and I am SO excited to see him. We go inside for a few minutes then Jim goes, "So you ready for some day boozin?"
FML- I knew this day would not go well. These boys are fishes when it comes to drinking, but I'm always up for a challenge. His parents drop us off in downtown Annapolis, and we start walking around to find some bars. Thank god it was a beautiful day, but we ended up getting lost (the theme of the day/night). We finally get to the first bar, Buddys for some grub and brews. After walking for about 15-20 minutes we are alll craving a nice cold beer.
"I guess we'll start out with 4 pitchers," Jim says, then our server looked at us like we all had an alcoholic problem, so we started with two. The four of us are just hanging out, talking about the times we had together and exchanging FILTHY stories. I guess this is what I get for always hanging with the boys, it comes with the territory. We're off to drink somewhere else. We go into this one bar and smells like complete piss. Somewhat like Rhino in Georgetown, we go into another bar and there is NO ONE in there so we leave. Next bar had a handful of people in there, I can dig it, but then my ID gets DENIED because it was vertical. You have got to me shitting me dude, that is the worst policy that a bar can have. I am 22 years old. That is probably the worst decision that bartender made that day because he had no idea how much money we were about to spend in there. We leave, and are off to yet another bar.
We end up at this place called.... ugh, I don't even want to say it because I hate the word so much, but we end up at a bar called Pusser's. I may not like the name, but damn were their drinks good. Started off with a Pusser's Painkiller.
Yeah, those caught up to me later. This place is awesome, boats can dock and eat in the restaurant, it's right on the water, and the outside bar was one big dock. We post up and stay awhile. About 15 minutes after being there my friend Jim told me that a Tranny has been eyeing me ever since I walked in, and not in a good way. I was being eye balled by a woman/man that was looking to pounce on me.. awkward.
The more I drink, the less I start remembering. We stayed at Pusser's for a hot minute, and then we went to some other bar that I can't really remember. Worst part about it was while we were walking in started to rain, but I didn't mind because it was still a nice night out. That bar sucked, so we went back to Pusser's to continue our hammerage. While the night started to die down and our debacleness was starting to turn into debauchery, we decided that it was the right time to take a cab home.
OMG. Worst experience, EVER! Cab drivers, don't mess with riders that kind of sort of know where they are going. We're driving back to edgewater, and Jim realizes that the cab driver is trying to F us out of our money by taking round about ways to get back to his house. This turns into Jim arguing with the cab driver, that enticed Shawn to start yelling at the cab driver. In fear of his life because there are two grown men yelling at him, he pulls over and kicks us out. You have got to be kidding right? Wrong. Mofo straight kicks us out of the cab. I look around, trees to my right, trees to my left... No where close to home.
What else can we do, but start walking. I have no idea where we are walking to, I am hammered out of my mind, but we had to do what we had to do. I have a problem that when I drink I have a tendency to do some drunk dialing. Unfortunately, there is always one that gets the wrath of it. Sorry D. So while we're walking I am on the phone just being a straight jerk to him, but in my defense, I don't even really remember, then I blow out my flip flop, great. I am a complete mess at this point, and want to start crying. It was so hard to walk straight before, and now I had to deal with not getting hit by a car and keeping my flop on. Our adventurous walk continues for about 30-45 minutes. Cars honking as were dodging death because I know we were all stumbling. Finally, we cross a bridge, and just like in the movies, it was like a light from heaven was shining down on a bar called Mike's. We walk into Mike's, and I can only imagine what these people are thinking of us. We order some beers, and Jim said he had heard the managers and bartenders whispering, "Where did they come from," like we're some kind of aliens or something.
I could no longer hack it, and ordered myself some water. The expedition we had just gone on had taken a toll on me, and I was completely exhausted. We ended up getting another cab home, and the ride home was at least 10-15 minutes, thank you cab driver who kicked us out in the middle of no where and no where close to home. As much as our night was a complete shitshow, it was one of the funnest nights I have had in awhile, but then again when Jimbo is around, I always know we'll have a good time. We are adventure buddies for sure.
I am thankful to be alive today, but am so upset that Jim's time here was so short. I'll be heading out to California soon to finally visit him and some of the other boys, but until then, I guess the phone will just have to do. Great times, great friends. I love my life.
More pictures will be posted later.
The day started pretty early, because we wanted to get to Edgewater as soon as we could. To all you techies out there that rely on their GPS, I warn you, it will FAIL you one day. The GPS decided to take us through DC, and we get lost... of course...it's DC. This is why I hate driving in the city because anyone can easily get lost. After driving around for about 45 minutes we decide that we need to get out of DC. We get back onto 66, and FINALLY we are on our way.
What should have taken us about an hour and some change to get there, took us about 2 hours but we finally get to Jim's house, and I am SO excited to see him. We go inside for a few minutes then Jim goes, "So you ready for some day boozin?"
FML- I knew this day would not go well. These boys are fishes when it comes to drinking, but I'm always up for a challenge. His parents drop us off in downtown Annapolis, and we start walking around to find some bars. Thank god it was a beautiful day, but we ended up getting lost (the theme of the day/night). We finally get to the first bar, Buddys for some grub and brews. After walking for about 15-20 minutes we are alll craving a nice cold beer.
"I guess we'll start out with 4 pitchers," Jim says, then our server looked at us like we all had an alcoholic problem, so we started with two. The four of us are just hanging out, talking about the times we had together and exchanging FILTHY stories. I guess this is what I get for always hanging with the boys, it comes with the territory. We're off to drink somewhere else. We go into this one bar and smells like complete piss. Somewhat like Rhino in Georgetown, we go into another bar and there is NO ONE in there so we leave. Next bar had a handful of people in there, I can dig it, but then my ID gets DENIED because it was vertical. You have got to me shitting me dude, that is the worst policy that a bar can have. I am 22 years old. That is probably the worst decision that bartender made that day because he had no idea how much money we were about to spend in there. We leave, and are off to yet another bar.
We end up at this place called.... ugh, I don't even want to say it because I hate the word so much, but we end up at a bar called Pusser's. I may not like the name, but damn were their drinks good. Started off with a Pusser's Painkiller. Yeah, those caught up to me later. This place is awesome, boats can dock and eat in the restaurant, it's right on the water, and the outside bar was one big dock. We post up and stay awhile. About 15 minutes after being there my friend Jim told me that a Tranny has been eyeing me ever since I walked in, and not in a good way. I was being eye balled by a woman/man that was looking to pounce on me.. awkward.
The more I drink, the less I start remembering. We stayed at Pusser's for a hot minute, and then we went to some other bar that I can't really remember. Worst part about it was while we were walking in started to rain, but I didn't mind because it was still a nice night out. That bar sucked, so we went back to Pusser's to continue our hammerage. While the night started to die down and our debacleness was starting to turn into debauchery, we decided that it was the right time to take a cab home.
OMG. Worst experience, EVER! Cab drivers, don't mess with riders that kind of sort of know where they are going. We're driving back to edgewater, and Jim realizes that the cab driver is trying to F us out of our money by taking round about ways to get back to his house. This turns into Jim arguing with the cab driver, that enticed Shawn to start yelling at the cab driver. In fear of his life because there are two grown men yelling at him, he pulls over and kicks us out. You have got to be kidding right? Wrong. Mofo straight kicks us out of the cab. I look around, trees to my right, trees to my left... No where close to home.
What else can we do, but start walking. I have no idea where we are walking to, I am hammered out of my mind, but we had to do what we had to do. I have a problem that when I drink I have a tendency to do some drunk dialing. Unfortunately, there is always one that gets the wrath of it. Sorry D. So while we're walking I am on the phone just being a straight jerk to him, but in my defense, I don't even really remember, then I blow out my flip flop, great. I am a complete mess at this point, and want to start crying. It was so hard to walk straight before, and now I had to deal with not getting hit by a car and keeping my flop on. Our adventurous walk continues for about 30-45 minutes. Cars honking as were dodging death because I know we were all stumbling. Finally, we cross a bridge, and just like in the movies, it was like a light from heaven was shining down on a bar called Mike's. We walk into Mike's, and I can only imagine what these people are thinking of us. We order some beers, and Jim said he had heard the managers and bartenders whispering, "Where did they come from," like we're some kind of aliens or something.
I could no longer hack it, and ordered myself some water. The expedition we had just gone on had taken a toll on me, and I was completely exhausted. We ended up getting another cab home, and the ride home was at least 10-15 minutes, thank you cab driver who kicked us out in the middle of no where and no where close to home. As much as our night was a complete shitshow, it was one of the funnest nights I have had in awhile, but then again when Jimbo is around, I always know we'll have a good time. We are adventure buddies for sure.
I am thankful to be alive today, but am so upset that Jim's time here was so short. I'll be heading out to California soon to finally visit him and some of the other boys, but until then, I guess the phone will just have to do. Great times, great friends. I love my life.
More pictures will be posted later.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Ew! Finals!
FML-- I hate finals. That is all for now. Blogging will continue after finals are over and when I can finally call myself a COLLEGE GRADUATE! Damn that sounds weird.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Really? Pacquiao is a BEAST!
I can't even describe how shocked I was with this fight. "The Hitman" went down twice in round one, but the left to Hatton's chin in the 2nd round had him seeing stars on the floor as Pacquiao walked away with a TKO. Was this really the fight of the year? Pacquiao proves himself yet again.
Taking the limelight away from Pacquiao, boxing welcomes back Floyd Mayweather.
Really? What number is this, three maybe four? Stop trying to be Michael Jordan dude. Just 12 hours before the fight, Mayweather announced his return to the ring after retiring in 2008. In his news conference at MGM in Las Vegas, Mayweather says 'I'm coming straight from the club, the strip club,' Mayweather Jr. said in a news conference at the MGM Grand, where he'll fight Mexico's Juan Manuel Marquez on July 18 in a welterweight bout expected to be set at a catch-weight limit of 144 pounds. "I'm running seven to eight miles a day. I'm in great shape. Come fight night, I'll be ready."Ready for what? Another 50 cent performance as you walk out to the ring just for you to retire again? Hmm... Can't wait until July!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Boxing-- It's a Savage Sport
6 months after his TKO over the legend, Oscar "The Golden Boy" de La Hoya Manny "The Destroyer" Pacquiao aka the PACMAN, whichever you prefer to call him is back in the ring again to fight Britain's Ricky "The Hitman" Hatton. This past April HBO has been airing it's Emmy award winning show 24/7 to feature the year's biggest and most anticipated fight that will be aired tonight on Pay-Per-View at 9 PM.
With the majority of the experts banking on Pacquiao for a TKO or KO I personally think that the "The Destroyer" will once again dominate the fight for Hatton's Welterweight belt. According to expert, Jose Moreno of Newsday, he states,
"Manny Pacquiao has the edge in speed, technique, boxing knowledge and training. Ricky Hatton has size, strength, stronger chin and a referee, Kenny Bayless, who isn't likely to interfere if he tries to impose that size by mauling Pacquiao. The two men have roughly equivalent stamina and willpower. It will come down to Pacquiao's recent surge as a technician and his full repertoire of defensive and offensive skills leading to the dissection of Hatton's brawling style. Pacquiao will win by unanimous decision."Two great fighters. One fight. One belt. Who will come out with the Win?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Mr. Music
Gary Grossman, you are my music savior! I can always count on you to supply me with the newest jams, and I just wanted to say THANK YOU!!
Jam of the Day-- Ron Browz ft. Juelz Santana & Keri Hilson-- Simple
Jam of the Day-- Ron Browz ft. Juelz Santana & Keri Hilson-- Simple
My life as a reality TV show--
I love my life. I love my friends. This is just a typical day in the life of Val. Do you ever think that your life should be a reality TV show? I think about this almost everyday because I honestly believe in my heart that the show would be a total hit! If a camera crew followed me around everywhere I went, things like my car being "stolen" wouldn't happen.
Even if the show doesn't work out, I think I'm just going to set up cameras all over my next house to see what happens after a night of debauchery. Yes, I believe this would be a great idea!
Stolen Car?
Today is a day where I could have definitely posted on FMyLife.com
I guess I could say the debacle started last night?? It was a great night, with great friends but little did I think that a few beers (okay, I lied many beers) would result in me having one of the most shitshow days I have had in a VERY long time. My friend Tor was still in town after the Sigma Chi 20th Anniversary, and it was one of his last nights here. Duh, what else are we going to do but CELEBRATE. Tor is famous for his "I don't care attitude", and when Tor doesn't care... I don't care. It's time to get bombed. Oh, and let me just say "bombed" was a total understatement.
Being the responsible alcoholic that I am, I of course did NOT drive my car home. I decided to leave it in the BDubs parking lot. Knowing that no one ever gets towed from the BDubs parking lot, I figured my car would be safe there. Ha! Boy was I wrong. Anyways, so I get a ride back to my car in the morning after grabbing lunch with a friend and to my luck.....
IT'S NOT THERE!! WTF! You have got to be kidding me, I may have blacked out, but I definitely know that I left my car in the parking lot... or did i? I couldn't have had someone else drive it because I had my keys in my purse. I was so confused...and hungover, this really could not be happening to me right now. I went into BDubs to see if my car possibly would have been towed, and the bartender told me "No, there is one girl that works here that hasn't moved her car in 6 months. I highly doubt it."
I decided to backtrack my bar hopping from the night before, but after driving around downtown Fairfax for 45 minutes my car was still no where to be found. I just wanted my little toaster back! (I own a 2004 Black Scion XB... and its not because I'm Asian.) I finally came to the realization that if my car was not towed, it must have been stolen. At this point, all I can do is laugh. The damn thing doesn't even have hubcaps. This has got to be some kind of joke.
First, I called my mom. Surprisingly, she didn't freak out and was just as calm as I was. She told me to call the cops and report the car stolen, so I did. After talking to 2 different police stations the end result was the same-- "We have no record of your car being towed". Great! Now, I have to go to the police station and file a stolen car report.
While my roommate Kate and I were on our way to the station, we realized we couldn't make a left onto the street we needed to be on. I told her to just pull into the parking lot coming up and drive through it instead of having to turn around. As we pull into the complex, I see a little black scion in front of Noodles & Co. I said to Kate, "Aw. Look it's a Scion, wouldn't it be funny if it was mine". She said she would drive by just to look.. and to my amazement IT WAS MY CAR!
You have got to be f'in shitting me. What the hell was my car doing in the parking lot of Noodles & Co? How did it get here? Who drove it here? Was it me? I was in awe of what was going on at the moment. Besides making a scene in the parking lot yelling, "What the fuck are you doing here" to my car,I could not fathom the fact that my car was parked at a location that I was NO WHERE near the night before. I could not piece the story together what so ever. I got in my car and the seat was pushed back all the way. I am only 5'4' and with the seat pushed back all the way my legs don't even touch the pedals. Someone had to have driven my car, but everyone I was with last night left before my friends and I left the bar.
At first, I was scared to start the car and drive it thinking someone was plotting to kill me and as soon as I hit 15 MPH my car was going to blow up. It didn't, I guess I'm not that important, but least I got my car back... I guess? It still boggles my mind, and I have been sitting in my room all day trying to figure out who took my car and why they would leave it in the Noodles & Co parking lot. I knew no one would want my box, but it is all a mystery.
Ugh, what a day it has been! Blacking out hasn't really been my thing lately, but when I do, I blackout with full force... no shame and no looking back. To my friends that know me well, this is no shock, but to those who don't... I wasn't lying when I said... It's not easy being Val.
I guess I could say the debacle started last night?? It was a great night, with great friends but little did I think that a few beers (okay, I lied many beers) would result in me having one of the most shitshow days I have had in a VERY long time. My friend Tor was still in town after the Sigma Chi 20th Anniversary, and it was one of his last nights here. Duh, what else are we going to do but CELEBRATE. Tor is famous for his "I don't care attitude", and when Tor doesn't care... I don't care. It's time to get bombed. Oh, and let me just say "bombed" was a total understatement.
Being the responsible alcoholic that I am, I of course did NOT drive my car home. I decided to leave it in the BDubs parking lot. Knowing that no one ever gets towed from the BDubs parking lot, I figured my car would be safe there. Ha! Boy was I wrong. Anyways, so I get a ride back to my car in the morning after grabbing lunch with a friend and to my luck.....
IT'S NOT THERE!! WTF! You have got to be kidding me, I may have blacked out, but I definitely know that I left my car in the parking lot... or did i? I couldn't have had someone else drive it because I had my keys in my purse. I was so confused...and hungover, this really could not be happening to me right now. I went into BDubs to see if my car possibly would have been towed, and the bartender told me "No, there is one girl that works here that hasn't moved her car in 6 months. I highly doubt it."
I decided to backtrack my bar hopping from the night before, but after driving around downtown Fairfax for 45 minutes my car was still no where to be found. I just wanted my little toaster back! (I own a 2004 Black Scion XB... and its not because I'm Asian.) I finally came to the realization that if my car was not towed, it must have been stolen. At this point, all I can do is laugh. The damn thing doesn't even have hubcaps. This has got to be some kind of joke.
First, I called my mom. Surprisingly, she didn't freak out and was just as calm as I was. She told me to call the cops and report the car stolen, so I did. After talking to 2 different police stations the end result was the same-- "We have no record of your car being towed". Great! Now, I have to go to the police station and file a stolen car report.
While my roommate Kate and I were on our way to the station, we realized we couldn't make a left onto the street we needed to be on. I told her to just pull into the parking lot coming up and drive through it instead of having to turn around. As we pull into the complex, I see a little black scion in front of Noodles & Co. I said to Kate, "Aw. Look it's a Scion, wouldn't it be funny if it was mine". She said she would drive by just to look.. and to my amazement IT WAS MY CAR!
You have got to be f'in shitting me. What the hell was my car doing in the parking lot of Noodles & Co? How did it get here? Who drove it here? Was it me? I was in awe of what was going on at the moment. Besides making a scene in the parking lot yelling, "What the fuck are you doing here" to my car,I could not fathom the fact that my car was parked at a location that I was NO WHERE near the night before. I could not piece the story together what so ever. I got in my car and the seat was pushed back all the way. I am only 5'4' and with the seat pushed back all the way my legs don't even touch the pedals. Someone had to have driven my car, but everyone I was with last night left before my friends and I left the bar.
At first, I was scared to start the car and drive it thinking someone was plotting to kill me and as soon as I hit 15 MPH my car was going to blow up. It didn't, I guess I'm not that important, but least I got my car back... I guess? It still boggles my mind, and I have been sitting in my room all day trying to figure out who took my car and why they would leave it in the Noodles & Co parking lot. I knew no one would want my box, but it is all a mystery.
Ugh, what a day it has been! Blacking out hasn't really been my thing lately, but when I do, I blackout with full force... no shame and no looking back. To my friends that know me well, this is no shock, but to those who don't... I wasn't lying when I said... It's not easy being Val.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)