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A quick update….

Well just a quick update….

Apparently I am half way done with the semester as I had 2 midterms yesterday.  Where does time go?

Wait, that can’t be right.  We have only been in class over a month.  This is a conspiracy, a trick; they’re attempting to pull the wool over our eyes.

This was just a test, cleverly masked as a mid term.

Anyway History was a cakewalk, he wanted a 2 page compare / contrast essay and I gave him 4.5 pages and was the first person done.  Go me?

I got to Math and the girl next to me asked if I brought my homework, in which I replied “No? We don’t turn them in until the mid term” and then she hits me, with the words I had been dreading since this class started “Today is the mid term!!!!”

FUCK MY LIFE

Those were the first words to come into my head.  I hate Math, I suck at Math.  I’ll always suck at Math.  On the bright side I think I did OK on the midterm, but I still suck at Math.

I also saw about 6 people cheating in class by using calculators after our Professor specifically said no calculators.  Nice integrity, assholes!

Anyway, I let her know people were cheating.  She appreciated the info; maybe she will go easy on my grade for the test, lol.

We are going to Arizona next month for a week that will be a blast.  I’m looking forward to Tombstone and some other sites as well as just swimming and enjoying the sun.

My Shrine initiation is on 3/27.  After that I will be a Noble of the Mystic Shrine! Woo hoo!  I am really looking forward to being involved in the Shriners and visiting the hospitals, doing parades, raising money, etc.

Wow that was not a quick update at all, was it?

Telling your story….

Dear Derrick,

I was just telling some friends of mine about the time you had an accident in the car and had to ride home naked in a trash bag.  It made me laugh, but it also made me want to cry.  I don’t hurt like Mom does and to be honest sometimes I forget about the anniversary of your death.

Believe me; I do miss you more than you will ever know.  I am at work fighting holding back the tears and it’s really hard.  I know you can’t read this, but putting it into words helps it hurt less.

Love,

Darrell

A new Cigar Rights of America Ambassador!

Yesterday I was selected as the 84^th Ambassador in the U.S. for Cigar Rights of America.  Cigar Rights of America is a nonprofit organization with the mission of working with legislators and community leaders to keep cigar smoking legal in the U.S.

As an Ambassador, I will speak on behalf of the organization as well as bring awareness to cigar smokers of the intentions of this organization.  I will also organize events with some of the major cigar brands to help promote both the companies sponsoring as well as build interest in membership to CRA.

It’s my hope that I can be a valuable part of this group and help fight for cigar smoker’s rights all over the U.S. and especially in my home state in California whose laws get crappier by the minute.

Membership to the CRA starts at $35 a year for regular membership and gets you some pretty cool freebies including 2 cigars and a member tag for your travel cases.  I would appreciate if you use me as your referrer.

To learn more about Cigar Rights of America visit http://www.cigarrights.org.

My first job as a kid

I was listening to Bill and Marla this morning on the way to work and the topic was people’s first job.  People were talking about being janitors in restaurants, working at movie theaters, being a gardener, etc.

My first job was a bus boy at Lyon’s Restaurant; I think I was about 15.  I used to walk down there after school and work from about 4 until 8.  It sucked, I worked with this Mexican named Raul who spoke 0 English and he trained me, you can image how much “fun” I had during that training.  My job was to clean up dishes, wash them, etc.  I also had to clean the bathroom, one time it looked like someone bent over, spread their ass cheeks and had explosive diarrhea all over the toilet and wall.  I let Raul clean that up.

I got to thinking about what job as a Teenager I always wanted but never did it.  I always wanted to work at a movie theater.  I am a huge movie buff and I always wanted to work at a theater because I’d get to see movies for free and I had friends who worked at a theater and they would get to watch free movies and have free popcorn.  Often times they would show the employees upcoming movies weeks before release after the theater closed.  That would have been awesome.

I guess it’s not too late to work at a theater and get to see movies; however that’s not the career path I am looking to pursue.

Friday Fender Bender

Well today started out like any other day.  Patrick got yelled at for being rude to his Mom, I had some cheerios and then I headed to work.  I rounded the turn on Hillsdale Ave to get on Almaden Expressway and shortly after I stopped my car was shook quite hard.

Yeah, someone hit me.  I sat there for a second and then pulled off to the side and turned on my emergency flashers.  I got out of the car, popped my trunk and pulled out my shotgun – I blew away the driver away and sped off.

Wait.  That’s not quite what happened, but it sure made the story sound better right? So she jumped out of the car and said she was so sorry and that this was a bad day and it just got worse.  Her car was much more damaged than mine; the impact smashed her bumper into her wheel well.

Everyone kept asking me if I went crazy and yelled at her and cussed at her.  My Mom got all pissed off about it and was cussing about “that stupid fucking bitch”.  Why would I get mad at her? She didn’t hit me on purpose.  In fact I was far from mad that I didn’t even feel an adrenaline rush from the event like I usually would feel.

I called the insurance company and have already been called back by her insurance.  I hope it gets handled as painless as possible.  The photos are below: