So I have been back for about a little over a week now and I thought I should catch ya up.
The first half of my plane ride wasn’t to bad, except for being smash by being in a seat to small. (Can anyone explain to me how most of America can be overweight, yet everything seems to be made to fit short, skinny people.) So my plane lands in Houston during the time when everyone is trying to leave because of Hurricane Rita. The Plane was packed and the ride went on for FUCKING EVER! There was a movie and some t.v. show playing but you had to buy their $1 pair of headphones for 5, so I didn’t get to hear what was going on. I got in about 11:15, came home and passed out.
I have worked for most the time I have been back spend three days working an Antique show and last Monday I worked a Green Day concert, all was pretty quiet though.
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Ok, maybe I am the only one who finds this creepy. I was reading a magazine and I got to a pictorial of a woman (I think it was Kelly Monaco, who may I say is HOT!). I noticed she had no nipples, they had been airbrushed away (It just looks freaky, because with the clothes she is wearing you should see nipples not just skin).
So what is the point in taking pics of women in these clothes if you are just going to airbrush away anything that shows through?? Seeing what is under the clothes is kind of the point isn’t it?
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For the people who went through the hell of Hurricane Katrina, it was a major disaster. For the television networks, you would think that it was some reality show or even a television mini-series of the week. I don’t know how many times I heard a reporter ask, “Do you see any dead bodies ?” with an almost giddy undertone to their voice. Let us not forget the “On-Location” reporters who were roaming around talking to people, showing videos of looting and boating around the area reporting on the hardships, yet not once did I see them stop and comfort or even give a little something. Of course, then there was the great aftermath clips of 911 phone calls, helicopter footage and the cries of people in search of missing people (Do we really need to hear a 911 recording of a little kid about to drown in his attic, I THINK NOT!) that the networks played non-stop. The only thing worse are the celebrities (surrounded by camera, of course) running down there and screaming about how they are outraged about the disaster and how angry they are about how it was handled wrong (but. yet I don’t see any of their giving the evacuees anything but some face time.)
Wait, I can’t rant without dropping a note about the people who helped make most of this stuff possible (drum roll please) : The Politicians, whose lack of attention have caused this horrible event to go on longer and become worse then it had too. (also giving other people / Politicians the ammo they needed to attack with statements of racism and other shit, instead of just working to fix it.)
But that is just my view of things.
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Damn, it has been forever since I last posted here and somethings have changed. First, I am making this post on a Dial-up connect (I HATE DIAL UP!!!) from a village (smaller then a town, to the point that the mail is only delivered to the post office and not house to house.) in Nebraska. Which population equals about 1100 and I can’t get a cell phone signal, unless I go to the next town over which is like 5 miles away. So you wonder why and how I got here huh? (Well even if you don’t I am still telling you so Boo-Ya!!!)
The Beginning:
So lets Rewind to the beginning week of August. I took off a week from work so I could spend time with Sara for the time she was visiting (And I did spend time with her if you know what I mean), but at the end of the week she got sick (By sick I mean Ambulance ride and 6 hour hospital stay and to top it off, security tried to toss me out for being a “Bum”.) and I wasn’t about to let her go cross-country alone. I tried calling my job at the bank, but no one answer and I left a message. Around two hours later they called me and said I had to come in because I didn’t give enough warning. So I quit (the job was wearing on my nerves anyway) and then packed some stuff and hopped on a greyhound bus to Texas (On my way there I called my mom and found out she was having some medical problems so I decided to visit her in Nebraska after my stay in Texas).
The Bus Ride (Also known as Highway To Hell):
Two days of being trapped on a tin can packed full (at one point they actually had people standing in the aisle because they over sold the bus) of idiots who thought their seat could fully recline, angry people who thought they should get to sit alone , people trying to steal your seat if you leave it empty during a stop, bus drivers who think they are better then you and bathrooms that some how never get cleaned during any of the stop to clean it. But the scariest thing was at the last stop we meet this guy who almost had his computer (really nice computer) stolen by a greyhound employee and was a little too open which certain facts of his life (like being gangbanged by five guys and stabbed at an airport down south.)
So Texas was pretty quiet. Sara started College (I so Proud!!) and I hopped on a greyhound bus (For the last time ever, God willing) and came to Nebraska for about two weeks. I will be taking a plane back to Washington (I hope it goes better then the bus ride.)
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