Right now I'm sitting in the back of a car, after being hassled by cops 130 miles away from home. How we will get back, I don't know. Seeing the fact that my friend wears glasses and his nose piece is gone. I hope his glasses don't fall off, because if they do...this won't get posted. This blog is about 5 friends, Tony, Kristian, Clifford, Reese, as well as myself as we attempt to enjoy a weekend without killing someone else, or each other.
Day 1
We barely made it to chicago this time around on one of our random trips.! No soon as we were about to leave Michigan, The trusty probe aka "Susie" started smoking because we forget to get an oil change, and coolant. Oh and let's not forget that the power steering decides to go out simultaneously.
Lesson 1: is always get a 33 inspection before heading to another state.
Moving on, as we arrive at my brothers apartment in the what seems to be hood of chicago. A prostitute approaches us and grabs one of each of my friends hands. Her exact words were "all ya'll cute as hell" I don't think I can handle all ya'll. Now I don't think that constitutes as a warm welcome to chicago.
We find our way to the apartment and unload our belongings, then embark on a journey to ihop at 3 am in the morning. While walking past drugs users, as well as more women who sell themselves, we learn more about our surroundings. A trip past the ghetto, is what I'd like to call it.
Day 2
We make it to the inner city to attend my friends (Kristian) family reunion, after we managed to past our destination we board another bus and finally arrive to suffer from cold stares from a family who doesn't even know us, I guess we need to learn how to introduce ourselves before we attempt to eat free food from family we don't belong to.
The next lesson is (lesson 2), don't take shot after shot and try to swim in water that is under 30 degree's when it is only 60 degree's outside with the sun setting.
My friends decide to take shots before heading to the beach and they get wasted to the point where they are on the same level as 5 year olds.
On the way to the beach, cliff manages to break off his entire tow nail and almost suffer from gang green, Tony and Kristian both decide to swim with asthma(lol) in water that will put anyone's body in shock, and I'm the sober one that's supposed to be watching everyone, that's just not a good combination.
Lesson 3: don't swim drunk please, lol
Day 3-last day
While driving on lake shore drive after dropping off Kristian, this girl stops and gets her rear end damn near torn off from our 90's metal probe, I guess she shouldn't have stopped so fast in the rain, but we kept moving it wasn't our fault...insurance and information was not traded in that process.
It's time to say goodbye to the windy city, after a day of walking around aimlessly, after entering Michigan safely(barely),
Deputy Davis, Greg from Van buren county pull us over and accuse of throwing out a baggy of weed out the window. Come to find out, Reese's license was suspended, so now he has to go to court to pay a ticket....130 miles away from Detroit. I guess he picked up smoking today since he bought a wine black immediately following after, and sparked it at the gas station attempting to blow us all sky high. I guess you could say he looked just like kanye on the heartless video minus the pastelle clothing, lol.
Now as we head home with a dangerous driver behind the wheel who doesn't know how to use the windshield wipers, and is no good in the rain while driving.
We bring with us lessons, dents, and red paint from a random girls ford focus who's life we possibly ruined, but hey...everyone has their car clunker road trip stories...Right.?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
8/16/09
I'm sitting here on this laptop listening to the sounds of Chicago. Something about sirens, and subways gets me...Today I'm supposed to be going to the Chicago Air & Water Show. This event is supposed to be a large event where people will gather...Who knows people; I just may find the woman of my dreams yo. Lol. With that being said, im about to get in the shower, get dressed, and get the hell out of the apartment...its something about the sounds of Chicago that just get me going. Later readers
P.S. Full Blog of my experience coming soon, entitled 'Summer Time Chi'
P.S. Full Blog of my experience coming soon, entitled 'Summer Time Chi'
Friday, July 31, 2009
Websites
So, today it came to my realization that I was already a member of the popular society of twitter! It has come to my understand that twitter is a very rescourcable society that can prove to be very beneficial. Also, I recently joined a new job hunting website similar to facebook.com that goes by the name of linkedin.com. This website is very simple to use and can produce great results once you've uploaded your resume. The website provides links to other major sites, such as monster.com, snagajob.com, etc. Features included links to personal sites like blogspot.com, as well as twitter.com, there is a application that is called "reccommendation" that allows people whom you have previously worked with to recommend you for your work and for new jobs. The site is basically a network that allows you to interact and meet new people for oppurtunities abroad. So check it out yo!
Laterz
Laterz
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Blog Entry 7/23/09
I haven't submitted a blog for a hot minute. I've been analyzing my life lately and school has really been my main priority. I've been having a hard ime deciding if I want to go away for chool or stay in michigan for another half a year. I want to know...what it really means to be an adult. Does it mean you pay bills, or you're old enough to accept your responsibilities. I wish I knew the answer to everything.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Can You Describe This Feeling...
I’m so cold, numb, and descending to a place which I have known to fear,
A place with decaying flesh, and tormented cry’s my eyes could hear,
The smell, it is as if my body has been decomposing for years,
My words are un-heard, and I have no more tears,
This feeling it sneaks up on me,
As I bathe in visions from the past,
My black heart, held feelings that didn’t last,
My body feels heavy; my breathing is no longer steady,
For what comes next I’m not ready,
My eyes wonder and find their way to my wrist,
Blood is still dripping from the slit,
My lounges are collapsed so how can I still breathe,
Maybe because I search for what I still need,
Where am I, I ask myself over and over,
For I feel this feeling isn’t over,
As my thoughts cut through air,
I remember there was nothing there,
Nothing is here anymore just emptiness,
A black hole filled with rage, anger, lies and pity ness,
I’m hearing voices, voices in the back of my head,
Could I be…dead…?
Yes, Dead to the world, forced to roam the plains of curiosity,
What happened to me?
This isn’t how it used to be,
I enter a chamber, and moans of agony fill the room,
I smell death and impending doom,
I try to run but my feet are nailed to the path, in which I stand,
A dark figure arises with the shape of a man,
I dive into a sear of lies,
Filled with pleas and cries,
As I desperately fight for my life,
I see something dark, something so dark it is light,
I rise to my feet and I am faced with a deadly sin…Lust,
As I try to run, I keep saying I must,
Give in to the satisfaction of defeat
Love is what my soul needs to eat,
I must escape my feelings, the prison of betrayal and fear,
But laughter is all that I hear,
I slowly rip apart my eyelids which seem to be sewn together,
For what I am now seeing isn’t what I want to see forever,
My ears twitch as I hear the movement of chains,
My body is slowly hoisted into the air by the hooks in my tendons and neck,
As my soul is left to watch what remains,
What used to be mine’s is now gone,
One can only ask what I did wrong,
I turn to come face to face with Him,
As the room darkens and becomes grim,
This feeling…what is it, I can’t seem to shake it,
My mind tells me to face it,
Just as I am about to speak,
I awake…in my bed
Sweat in my sheets and all over my head,
Someone tell me please…what is this feeling…
A place with decaying flesh, and tormented cry’s my eyes could hear,
The smell, it is as if my body has been decomposing for years,
My words are un-heard, and I have no more tears,
This feeling it sneaks up on me,
As I bathe in visions from the past,
My black heart, held feelings that didn’t last,
My body feels heavy; my breathing is no longer steady,
For what comes next I’m not ready,
My eyes wonder and find their way to my wrist,
Blood is still dripping from the slit,
My lounges are collapsed so how can I still breathe,
Maybe because I search for what I still need,
Where am I, I ask myself over and over,
For I feel this feeling isn’t over,
As my thoughts cut through air,
I remember there was nothing there,
Nothing is here anymore just emptiness,
A black hole filled with rage, anger, lies and pity ness,
I’m hearing voices, voices in the back of my head,
Could I be…dead…?
Yes, Dead to the world, forced to roam the plains of curiosity,
What happened to me?
This isn’t how it used to be,
I enter a chamber, and moans of agony fill the room,
I smell death and impending doom,
I try to run but my feet are nailed to the path, in which I stand,
A dark figure arises with the shape of a man,
I dive into a sear of lies,
Filled with pleas and cries,
As I desperately fight for my life,
I see something dark, something so dark it is light,
I rise to my feet and I am faced with a deadly sin…Lust,
As I try to run, I keep saying I must,
Give in to the satisfaction of defeat
Love is what my soul needs to eat,
I must escape my feelings, the prison of betrayal and fear,
But laughter is all that I hear,
I slowly rip apart my eyelids which seem to be sewn together,
For what I am now seeing isn’t what I want to see forever,
My ears twitch as I hear the movement of chains,
My body is slowly hoisted into the air by the hooks in my tendons and neck,
As my soul is left to watch what remains,
What used to be mine’s is now gone,
One can only ask what I did wrong,
I turn to come face to face with Him,
As the room darkens and becomes grim,
This feeling…what is it, I can’t seem to shake it,
My mind tells me to face it,
Just as I am about to speak,
I awake…in my bed
Sweat in my sheets and all over my head,
Someone tell me please…what is this feeling…
Chi-City
Just this past weekend I took a trip to The Windy City a.k.a. Chicago, IL. I have discovered that Chicago is a beautiful city filled with art museums, clubs, taxis, and plenty of things to do. However, with all the buildings and activities that are present the city is far from perfect. Although parts of the city are beautiful, trash is almost guaranteed from corner to corner. Upon my departure from the city that seems to never sleep, I must say I enjoyed myself and I have found three things that intrigued me; transportation, the people, and the buildings.
The transportation in Chicago is vast ranging from taxis to subways, from buses to walking for your own personal pleasure but I recommend taking the train above ground if you want to avoid the hectic rush. I realize the subways are normally dark, and if you smell hard enough you can detect a lingering smell of liquor or garbage. Also, it seems that every taxi in the city is different; they range from yellow to white, and vans to cars. Each night, Michigan Avenue is filled with people, and activities to partake in to those passing as they walk by observing. If you decide to walk in the city, I suggest you walk with a group of friends or at least another person after dark since there are gangs that are rumored to be present.
While walking through the Windy City, expect to turn down pleads for change from the occasional pan handler, or expect to be bumped by someone on a crowed street without an apology. Around 5:00pm if you walk through the federal district, you most likely will run into an army of work tired zombies leaving the office. The ‘suits’ as they are called all seem to be in unison as they walk with their Bluetooth earpiece in, or phones to their ear. Nighttime is when things get good in the inner city, dozens of people pour into fine dining restaurants and jazz clubs. I watched as couples sneaked away from the work week to hit the movie theaters to catch the latest movie released. The Club doors open to ages 18 and up and you can see the women in the line waiting in anticipation. Dressed in slim black dresses, accessorized with shiny bracelets and earrings, the entourages of ladies wait to enter the club with the DJ’s voice carrying outside.
The buildings in the inner city are all magnificent and vary in sizes. The Sears Tower is a natural tourist attraction, which provides a five to ten mile view of the rest of the city. I observed a father as he picked his daughter up and placed her over his shoulders so she could share the experience with the rest of us as we glanced over south Chicago. Of course there were buildings under construction, as well as other buildings that were covered with graffiti on the inside throughout the halls, and fire exits. The apartment building we stayed in was completely remodeled from the luxurious suites to the heated pool, and was blessed with a top notch security guard in the lobby. If you are lucky enough to stay in a room high enough and facing the direction towards downtown, you might see a beautiful burnt orange and passion red sunset glowing off of the Trump Towers downtown.
The city of Chicago—this is where I stayed twenty three stories above the ambulance sirens, and noise of the cars whizzing by. Chicago—where I realized that no city is perfect but holds it own beauty. As I loaded onto the bus to return back home, I felt as if I were leaving a part of me behind that would await for my return to ‘The Windy City’. A smile made its way to my face, and I waved…goodbye.
The transportation in Chicago is vast ranging from taxis to subways, from buses to walking for your own personal pleasure but I recommend taking the train above ground if you want to avoid the hectic rush. I realize the subways are normally dark, and if you smell hard enough you can detect a lingering smell of liquor or garbage. Also, it seems that every taxi in the city is different; they range from yellow to white, and vans to cars. Each night, Michigan Avenue is filled with people, and activities to partake in to those passing as they walk by observing. If you decide to walk in the city, I suggest you walk with a group of friends or at least another person after dark since there are gangs that are rumored to be present.
While walking through the Windy City, expect to turn down pleads for change from the occasional pan handler, or expect to be bumped by someone on a crowed street without an apology. Around 5:00pm if you walk through the federal district, you most likely will run into an army of work tired zombies leaving the office. The ‘suits’ as they are called all seem to be in unison as they walk with their Bluetooth earpiece in, or phones to their ear. Nighttime is when things get good in the inner city, dozens of people pour into fine dining restaurants and jazz clubs. I watched as couples sneaked away from the work week to hit the movie theaters to catch the latest movie released. The Club doors open to ages 18 and up and you can see the women in the line waiting in anticipation. Dressed in slim black dresses, accessorized with shiny bracelets and earrings, the entourages of ladies wait to enter the club with the DJ’s voice carrying outside.
The buildings in the inner city are all magnificent and vary in sizes. The Sears Tower is a natural tourist attraction, which provides a five to ten mile view of the rest of the city. I observed a father as he picked his daughter up and placed her over his shoulders so she could share the experience with the rest of us as we glanced over south Chicago. Of course there were buildings under construction, as well as other buildings that were covered with graffiti on the inside throughout the halls, and fire exits. The apartment building we stayed in was completely remodeled from the luxurious suites to the heated pool, and was blessed with a top notch security guard in the lobby. If you are lucky enough to stay in a room high enough and facing the direction towards downtown, you might see a beautiful burnt orange and passion red sunset glowing off of the Trump Towers downtown.
The city of Chicago—this is where I stayed twenty three stories above the ambulance sirens, and noise of the cars whizzing by. Chicago—where I realized that no city is perfect but holds it own beauty. As I loaded onto the bus to return back home, I felt as if I were leaving a part of me behind that would await for my return to ‘The Windy City’. A smile made its way to my face, and I waved…goodbye.
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