I was just called to work tomorrow and I don’t feel like going. Last week I was one of the last to walk into the office, therefore became ride-along. Ride-along just do paperwork. I’m going to try and be one of the last people so that I don’t have to drive and do the paperwork all at once.
I was watching Wolfman last night and I did not like the movie. I only watched it because I recently found out my surname means wolf. My name comes from the Basque country. Basque takes a small portion of Spain and France. Of the research I have done, about 25% of the Ochoas’ still live in Europe. So far, no one knows where the Basque people came from. Available evidence suggests that the Basques are descendents of prehistoric man dating from the Lower Paleolithic. The Basques developed as a distinct group sometime between 40,000 BC and 7,000 BC.
I don’t remember where I read that the Basque people sailed to the Americas long before Columbus. I also found out that the University of Nevada, Reno has a Center for Basque Studies. Maybe one day I will attend the university, not to mention I would be close to my hometown in California.
Last semester I had the Social Media class. Part of our assignments was to write two blogs a week plus a comment. For the first time, I was writing and reading blogs and I was not too happy since I don’t like anything that has to do with blogs. I’m not the type of person who cares for what the world is doing on a daily basis. Let alone putting my life out into the open.
Some stuff I do find interesting, but for the most part I like to be out in the opened and not confined to my computer. I like traveling, talking to people in person. Not looking at a monitor and imagining I am at the beach or chatting with a friend across the globe all the time. Speaking of the devil, my sister is making fun of me; I banged the computer because it froze.
My little sister gets a book and says, “juan look at me. Who am I? she then opens a book as if it where a laptop, bangs on it and says shit.” Even though it was funny, technological failures are the worst.I went back to sleep with a feeling LTU would still be open and I was going to have to attend my evening class. When I got up around 9, I checked the status at the LTU website and nothing said classes where going to be cancelled.
During my orientation for my current job, I was told to punch my time card between 5:45 a.m. and 5:59. If any employee were to arrive before 5:45, you would get some type of warning for arriving too early. After certain amount of warnings, you get fired. For some reason, Ford or ROUSH Managers, Supervisors, etc., don’t want anyone in the office before the boss arrives. I guess they are worried employees might be taking pictures of the vehicles.
If someone is taking pictures while driving for example, we have to explain where the incident occurred, describe the person in detail, what type of car where they in, make, model, license plate, etc. What I wonder is if people get tracked down. If you ever see one of these vehicles, considered yourself to be warned.
Last weekend, I went to Belle Isle to film my assignment for Cinematography. I went to Belle Isle because they are the only ones that I know with a flouring garden during the winter. My assignment was to film botanical gardens, cornfields, and evergreen hedges. All of my shots had to be condensed to one minute, including day and night shots.
After recording a couple of plants, he comes around and says I got 10 minutes left. I said to myself, “wow, you are serious.” I try to finish my last shot as soon as I can. Once I was done, I went around to see what else I could shoot while looking out for the old man. I was able to record the palm tree and quickly ran into the room where all the orchids where at.
After I told him I was not recording, he tells me I have to leave. I say okay and get my stuff. As I am walking, I’m thinking of what a jerk he was for not letting me finish. He walked me out and I politely thanked. Wright when I walked through the gate, I was about to cuss him out in my head, but then I saw him close the gates. I realized the place was closing and that he was not kicking me out. I felt stupid afterwards. Good think I never opened my mouth. That is why I never say anything negative about someone because you never know when it can come back and haunt you.
A couple of years ago, I decided to loose weight. I was able to loose 76 lbs. in about a year. Setting my mind to exercise every night for two hours was difficult. About two years after loosing weight, I stopped exercising. Since then, I have been on and off on my exercise routine.
I also began to eat the foods I had given up in order to loose weight, chips, pizza, cheesecake, tiramisu cake (my favorite), Olive Garden, Red Robin, and T.G.I Fridays. Mmmmmmm!
Since I have not been working out regularly, I have gained around 13 lbs. Now, I am trying to go back to exercise, only this time I am burning 1,000 calories on a daily basis. Before I was only doing 600 calories without any of the junk food mentioned above. Starting today I will go back to my old diet of eating mostly grain foods and vanilla flavored soy protein shake to replace a meal, disgusting by the way. After I finished exercising tonight, I went to the kitchen to get some grapes because I was feeling hungry, I think.
While trying to workout on the floor, crunches, I noticed my safe under the bed. I opened it to see what I had in there. I had a bunch of credit cards I dare not carry, bunch of checkbooks I never used, some pictures I took when my cousin was born (I was so close in cutting the umbilical cord, but I didn’t because I was nervous. Plus, I didn’t want to be so close to my aunts “birth canal.”), some never used rechargeable batteries, and some silver coins.
While looking at the Mexican coins, I couldn’t believe how I got one from my paternal grandfather and the other one from my maternal great grandfather. Later on, I began to remember when I last saw both of my great grandfathers and great grandmother from my mom side. I never got to meet any of my paternal great grandparents. Both of my great grandparents died when I was around 10 to 14 years old while my great grandma died about two years ago, RIP. Now, I am bummed because I never asked any of my grandparents about their life stories. I might not appreciate history, but I do like stories.
About three days ago, there was a student government meeting. In that meeting, the president of my organization attended and put in a request for money. Money we want in order to pay our choreographer for Hip Hop and Jazz. I am not sure what happened or what was said in the meeting, but my partner calls me later that night. She expressed her discontent after she heard someone say in the meeting, according to her, “how is she putting a request when she doesn’t even now how she is going to pay the choreographer?”
Days before the meeting, I had told everyone in the Hip Hop class that Jazz and Hip Hop where going to be suspended until further notice. One of the students then asks me why the sudden change? I say, “we need to pay the choreographer and in order to do so, we need to put in a money request,” that was all I said.
After she told me that this was the first time I gave her an attitude, I apologized. I realized I should not have snapped at her even after she tried to blame everything on me. She might be the president according to the paperwork, but I have been doing everything without her input. We are working on this together and I just want to keep normalcy between us.
From what I heard, organizations at LTU battle for money due to the lack of funds. If I would have been there, I would have talked so much he/she would have wished never to have opened the hole on there face.
John walks into a coffee shop after he partied all night with his friends in Las Vegas. While waiting for his coffee, a young female walks in. Soon after, her boyfriend shows up and begins to ask her why she left the hotel without telling him where she was going. Frightened, she tells him she only left the hotel for a coffee and that she would be right back. She said, “I didn’t think there was going to be a problem.” “Oh, yea, then you won’t have a problem with this,” said her boyfriend. He begins to punch her. For a second, John was just standing there.
John was drunk; he thought the fight was a product of his imagination. Meanwhile, the casher was scrambling trying to call the cops as the young girl yelled for help and screamed in pain. John’s friends walk in and stop the guy from beating the girl. John and his friends leave the coffee shop with the girl forgetting about the coffee. The “woman beater” stayed on the ground after he got sucker punched.
While driving away, they ask the girl if she is ok, if she needs to go to the hospital. Her face was bleeding, but everyone else was worried about internal injuries. Headed towards the hospital, she asks where are they taking her. The driver responds by saying, “I am taking you to the hospital.” No! I have to go home. If I am not there before my boyfriend, he will start beating me again. No matter what John’s friends would say about her health and safety, she retaliates. “I have to go home, why don’t you listen,” said the girl.
Once at the hospital, she gets out of the car and begins to run away as she limped in pain. She doesn’t go far. As the guys go after her, she collapses before even getting to her. Once inside the ER, the doctors found three broken ribs and a severely damaged kidney. Fortunately, the girl came out of the OR with no complications. Days later, John comes to visit her at the hospital and a friendly relationship begins. Months later, John marries Katie, the young girl who was beaten by her ex-boyfriend. Now, John only talks about how blind he was. How blind he was at multiple levels.
Like many might know, science is one of my favorite topics. Years ago, when I first heard about a surface cleaner made from oranges and possible alternative fuels coming from corn. I asked myself as I pealed an orange if the orange skin could be used to make fuel. I asked myself if any other type of food could be used to produce something different.
As I ate my orange, I kept on looking at the peal and moving it around my fingers, feeling the surface. Thinking of what I could do, I remembered how I used to ask my siblings if they wanted to see France. If they would respond yes, I would quickly pinch the orange peal on my sibling’s eye. Pinching the orange peal makes the acids squirt, giving a burning sensation. If you ever had lime or lemon juice land on your eye while quizzing it, you’ll know what I mean.
My sister graduated from U of M last year and recently got a job at the DMC a few months ago. Now, she is looking to buy a new home, well new to her, but used. Sylvia has been going to the realtor, looking at homes not priced higher than $15,000. Most of the homes she has looked at are in Lincoln Park. A lot of them need much work, but every time I go with her, I am just imagining what I could add and remove.
Whenever I begin to look for a home, I would rather get a used home to make changes the way I want. I can probably build a house from scratch, but a new construction might be more expensive than just remodeling an existing home. I would like to purchase a colonial home in Detroit. New homes to me seem bland with no taste. If you have ever seen the interior and exterior of homes like in the Boston Edison District, you’ll know what I am talking about.
What is up with some of these people who always seem to spray too much cologne or perfume. I was sitting in the third floor of the Science building. The few times I have been sitting on that floor, the place seems deserted. Today, I was sitting in the hallway for about an hour. Only one girl and three guys passed by at different times.
When the girl passed, there was no scent in the air, but when a professor and two other students went by, they stunk the entire place. I had a stomachache after the encounter. My little sister is also one of those people who like to wear the bottle of perfume. I always tell her no to wear much, but she never listens.
When I first began to use cologne, the most I would spray myself was three times. After a couple of people told me that the scent was too strong, I began to gauge myself. I guess that happens with every rookie. Some days I would wear three, two or one spray. Depending on who was around me. Through trial and error, I came to the conclusion that once spray was strong enough. Even though I could not detect the scent, I did notice the smell when laundry day came around. I could smell the cologne as I separated the clothes.
Some say cologne is French for “too lazy to bathe.” Maybe that’s why some people wear too much, even after they are told they stink.
I know cologne is not French for “too lazy to bathe,” but the saying fits perfectly.
