A Modern Day Tragedy

Because so far this week I have nothin interesting to blog about. (You can tell from my last few posts) I am gonna do what Susan did... 28 things about me, I'm to lazy to think of 100.

1. Growing up I loved astronomy. I would always watch those shows on TV about space, and I love Carl Sagans, Cosmos.
2. I have the hots for Suze Orman and Norah Jones.
3. Currently I'm reading Trumped and Everything I Learned In Business I Learned From Monopoly.
4. I currently know everykind of business I want to do in the next decade.
5. I hate the colour green with a passion.
6. I love listening to the Christmas music station here in Atlanta.
7. I have for years wanted to take up Ballet.
8. I am a former gymnast, turned All Star Cheerleader.
9. I love the South more then anything, and I couldn't live anywhere else.
10. Sometimes I think I can live as a bohemian and be an artist, but reality quickly sets in.
11. I love to paint, write, and take photography.
12. I have a dog named Coco.
13. I adore my Father, even though I act like I don't give a shit.
14. I have an older brother by my Father I absolutely hate, and have only spoken to once in 3 years.
15. I don't like being refered to as a Mexican.
16. I think George Bush is cute.
17. Last night I went to bed and woke up with a Kink in my neck and it hurts like hell.
18. I love green tea.
19. I think athiests, just tell people their athiest, because they actually believe their going to hell.
20. I don't give a flippin frack about Apple Cider. I think it tastes nasty as hell.
21. I take Beano to prevent gas.
22. When I would little I would light fire ant hills on fire, and watch them suffer.... I was a messed up kid.
23. I love the colour blue.
24. I hink Taco Bell is disgusting, and I love Wendy's.
25. I have tickets to see Kathy Griffin here in Atlanta in a few months.
26. I thought RENT the movie was awsome.
27. I love Julia Stiles as an actress.
28. I am watching reruns of Good Times, right now....
    

Oh Lord, I need so start doing lunges. Click Here, to read why having a big ghetto booty that jiggles like jello, is bad... And this type of butt, runs in my family.

I find the MSN.com articles addicting especially the ones in the Health and Fittness section of the website. I just read them, and read them, and thats why I know stuff; noone cares about.

Also I love Carlos Mencia, everytime I see his show I just crack up laughing. I don't really like the Chapelle Show... But I think it's cause I'm Hispanic and everyting Carlos Mencia says reminds me of my family

When I am bored like I am now, I type in random things in Google, and go to webpages. I typed in Jesus and look what I found. Click Here

Today coming back from my new gym I see a bunch of people standing on the sides of the road at a busy intersection by our towns stripmalls. I was like WTF are they doing, looked to me like they were protesting something. Well driving by I read their sign it stated...

" Queers will burn in hell unless they repent."

Needless to say I was already in a bad mood coming home from practice. I was sore and having a hell of a time with my mental blocks.

I opened my bottle of Powerade, took a nice deep sip of the blue liquid, called Frost, and chugged it at one of the assholes as hard as I could, and sped off.

5 minutes later I called Greg and he and the guys from my old gym drove out there, and drove around the interection in their cars playing " Lookin Cute, Feelin Cute" by the Gay Pimp. As loud as they could until they pissed the angry Southern Baptist people off, and they left.

Here in Charleston I am about to pull my hair out. Besides going jogging to ease my mind which ended up for the worst running time in forever, the only other thing I can do to keep my sanity is talk to Greg on the phone. I have been calling him " butt boy" lately, and he finally asked where I picked it up from. I couldn't think of where I picked it up from, and I realized I picked it up from Naked's blog. For 2 weeks I have been calling Greg " butt boy", but at least it's better then his name for me which is " booger."

Lately I have really been neglecting my running and eating routines. Normally my day includes Salmon and rice for lunch, chicken ceasar salad for dinner, and a veggie burger with veggie chips right after I run, or a combination of the three with other health foods in there, and a 3 miles run almost every day. I have been drinking the hoodia tea almost everyday, but at the same time I have been eating everything in sight. From Musketeer bars, snickers, oreos, Mac and Cheese, and today I had 3 candy apples with a calories intake of more then 2300 in them alone. I've been "double eating" as Naked, calls it.

I feel bloated, and icky so I decided to go to for a run tonight right after dinner. In my normal routine I have an exact 12 minute, and between each mile a one minute water break. Tonight I did one mile in 14 minutes, and I could hardly do it. The second one was a joke I had to take a 3 minute break, and I could only sprint, and not run the complete mile it took m3 almost 16 minutes. I feel like shit, and I have a feeling it's the way I have been eating, like a little Porker.

I went to competition yesterday with my old gym. I was up at 6 AM and went to sleep at at 2 AM this morning. It was great I love my new gym they are so awsome on the team. But I must try to get some shuteye I have slept for about 7 hours, but the cars outside are keeping me awake.

Also I am going to be leaving for Charleston, SC. Tomarrow to to go and spend Thanksgiving like normal with my Aunt and her family. Everyone from my house always goes this is our usual family get away( please save me).

My cousin who is like my brother is gonna have his first son in the next few weeks. They finally decided on the name. Timothy, which I think is cute. It's gonna be a boy. I am gonna have him call me Uncle *****. I can't wait. I am so excited.

I love Hooters, no not boobs, even though they are hot to. I love Hooters the restaurant. I have always lved going to eat there, and the girls can start the best conversations. My favorite waitress at our local Hooters is Jen. I went in there tonight with friends, and she's gonna be leaving us in January. I am glad for her though, she is highly intelligent, and is in college majoring in Economics. She has a job offering in NYC with some financial institution. I will be sad.

I also love their buffalo shrimp, and their chicken sandwich thing with that spicey sauce I can't remember what it's called, they also have really good crab legs.

I am glad though only girls are waiters at Hooters. If guys were I don't think I would eat there.

Me and Greg go to mall. Together we go into Abercrombie. Based on my assumption of never have been in an Abercrombie store before. I am assuming any guy who works there is Gay, if they're not gay. Well then, they are just in denial.

The doctor os sending my Mom home, one day earlier then planned. He said they need the rooms and he thinks she will be fine. I really wanna kill him at this current moment in time.

I just came home for the first time in 3 days. My Mom is still at the hospital an hour and a half away, but she is doing better today. I came home, but ont by choice. I have things to do, school work, practice, and work galore. I will go and see her tomarrow though and the day after the docs are expecting her to return home.

This is a little off topic, but there is this new hype about Hoodia. Which is supposed to be this excellent weight loss appetite suppresant. Now for some reason my text is all funny and I can't figure out how to fix it!!!!! Back on topic. I've heard some about it and have done my own research into it. I have been meaning to loose about 10 pounds since competition season is here, and that excellent 6 pack seems to elude me. I flex like hell to get a 3 1/2 pack, and yes I am serious. It's a 3 1/2 pack, and that exhaling all my breathe and sucking in and I look like im constipated. But I didn't want to take the Hoodia pills. So after much searching I finally found a tea form. BIJA Hoodia Slimming Tea, Google that to find it for sale. I am a huge drinker of tea, green, white, black, chammomile, worm root, herb tea, etc.


So I just added this to my routine.

1 green tea 8 AM, Green tea at 11 AM, 1 Hoodia Green tea 30 minutes before lunch, white tea 3 PM, and 1 hoodia for 6 PM. I have been drinking it about 2 weeks. I have noticed my appetite has been smaller, and I seem to have more energy. But I haven't weighed myself. I got on the scale this morning and I have lost 4 pounds just doing my normal routine of jogging, proper eating, etc. I am gonna suggest Hoodia to anyone who has a routine and is just looking for a little extra kick in their diet, or excercise program.


I am still not back down to the 130 I was last Christmas before I broke my leg and gained 18 pounds, but I am 12 pounds from being there again.h

Saturday morning I woke up to the sound of my Mother vomiting her ass off in the bathroom. She was so dehydrated, her skin was so pale, and she could barely stand. I helped her back to bed, and within the hour I had called the amubalance to get her to the hospital. With the chemo, radiation, and other treatments right now her immune system is incredibly weak. She has a severe case of the flu, I have been spending my time with her in the room, while my brothers have been flown to their fathers house in NY. She is incredibly weak and it just hurts me to see her lying there not being able to do a thing. I don't like the feeling of not being in control of the situation 6 months ago if you had asked me if I had control over my domain in life. I would have answered with a big fat yes, but now I see it I don't. She is sleeping right now, IV fluids are keeping her hydrated, and she has a feeding tube in her nose. 6 months ago she started getting sick, and 3 months ago we knew what it was. Cancer in stage 3, and this flu virus she has makes me sick to my stomach to think it could take her life. However they have stabalized her condition at the moment, and she wakes up every few hours to talk, watch the news, but pretty much she is sleeping. With her immune system damaged the doctors are saying it will take her longer to recover from this, but they are hoping to get her home by Thursday.

I have sat in the Chapel everyday since Saturday, and praying to the Rosary.

Cheers Loves,

T

This morning I picked Greg up. The look on his face when he saw the truck was so funny. He was like WTF in his mind I am sure. So I take him to Cracker Barrel, and he orders fried catfish and hates it, while I am eating my Chicken Fried Chicken yummy. We go riding, he hates it. He wants down, complaining the whole time. Afraid the horse was gonan throw him off, and I even gave him out old horse who is ancient. That horse can't even buck probably. But I loved him he looked so cute riding on it. Even though he eventually gave up and joined me on my horse, Lighting. I loved him being right there behind me grabbing on. He is such a sweetie. Then to torture him even more we stop at one of my favorite places to eat. Becky Sue's Country Cookin is about as hickish as they come. I ordered fried chicken with mash potatoes, cole slaw, and collard greens it was so good. Greg by this time is starving and orders BBQ, with slaw, mash potatoes, biscouts and gravy. It was fun trying to watch him eat it, he said it was okay, and I believe him sorta.

I really wanna see RENT, I have been seeing the previews on TV, and everytime I just have the urge to see it even more. I bought the soundtrack today, and it is AMAZING, Greg has not interest in seeing it neither do any of my friends. Looks like I'll be going alone...

November 23, 2005

Greg is from California, and because he is out of school tomarrow amd doesn't have work.I am gonna introduce him to the way things are done in the South. He as lived here a almost a year, and has never ridden a horse, never eaten Southern food, hates country, and everything that goes along with it. I told him this afternoon I will pick him up at 10 AM, and to dress down. I am gonna pick his ass up in our truck, take him to Cracker Barrel, then head an hour out to our farm and make his ass ride a horse.Also I might take him to Atlanta's country club Wild Bills

Greg is in the work program where he gets out everyday at 11 AM to go to work as this real estate office in a close city. He doesn't have to be there until 1PM everyday so he has two hours to spare. He calls me and we decide to go out and eat.

There is this nice little place a few miles down the road, where it's a grill like place. The waitress was taking a long time to get to the table, so the manager yells at her, and the manager takes out drink order. Then the girl finally comes around, and we order. The food was taking a long time, but the girl kept coming back asking if we were okay. She looked stressed and tired as hell. We started watching her, and noticed she didn't have 5 or 6 tables in our section, but was doing 3 sections with about 14 tables altogether. We asked her if she was being over worked. She told one person quit this morning, and another called in sick so she was running three sections by herself. With the manager constantly on her back, and people fussing at her.

There was this table of a few guys right behind us. They kept bugging her for things, and they asked where their check was. She said it will be a minute sir I have to get these other tables. Then they started complaining their meal sucked, and how she wasn't refilling their drinks fast enough, and were giving this 18 year old girl a hard ass time. Eventually they got their check, and paid and left without tipping. Other people also were being very disrespectful to this girl. Greg called the manager over and said, " Look this girl is running 3 times her normal table and your ass is bitching at her, for doing more then her job. So you can shut your ass up, and call in some other people do you understand. And stop fussing at her." I was so proud of him, and he girl finally brought us our check, and we paid left her a 6 dollar tip which is more then enough for for a 10 dollar tab. I loved her, she was an excellent waitress.

Towards the end of our little outing, other people showed up to work the other sections. People were so rude to her, and I think out of all the people on this planet your server at a restaurant if the last person you need to be rude to. They have control of your food you know;)

Going to Augusta my and my Mom drove our truck. This thing gets about 19/23 miles to the gallon which isn't bad for a truck. But gas is outrageous. On the way down there we passed by this gas station with gas $1.96 a gallon. I am not lying I took a picture of the sign I will post it later. I was like holy shit, I have not seen gas that low in over a year 1/2. We filled up, it's to far for me to go and fill up about 2 hours away.

Also I loved this doctor of natural medicine we saw today. She was excellent and she has given us a diet program of mainly organic, and raw foods to eat, and a excercise program of yoga 5 days a week for my Mom. I am a big believer in natural medicines and remedies. She had cancer once, did this program, and she was cured 6 months later. My mom has decided though to do this and stay witht the chemo and radiation treatments for a while longer, as well as the clinical trial drug.

My mom had to do about 4 hours worth of tests with that woman today. So I drove around Augusta and I didn't have much money with me I think 12 dollars. I found some cheap stuff to do. I went to a comic shop bought a dollar comic, went to this little seafood restaurant got their lunch special of $2.99, then went sight seeing around the historic part of the city. It was fun going by myself.

This morning I am preparing for a day trip to Augusta, GA with my Mom. I have found a homeopathic doctor down there who treats cancer, using all natural techiques. Mainly by changing your diet, and such things like this. I have heard things about this over the years, but a few weeks ago I looked into it farther. I found one, called and loved what she said. So I signed my Mom up, and we are on our way down there.

Greg called me when he found out what happened to me last night. I am still very upset about the whole thing, but oh well. He picked me up and me and him rode into Midtown, and went to Outwrite. We talked just about everything, and the drama thats happening right now at the gym. It's in chaos, and I just can't go back. I know I can't. He is just so sweet I love him. He just listened and told me everything I needed to hear to make me feel better.

Then some guy who was extremely attractive walked in withsome guy. Greg's eyes got the size of my cup of coffee, and he said, " Let's go." This guy turns around and sees him and walk up to us with this guy.

The Dude: Hey Greg...
Greg: Ummm... Hi Rob, how are you.
Rob: Good, this is my boyfriend Steven.
Greg at this point grabs my hand and is squeezing it as tight as possible.
Greg: Hi your a cutie, this is my boyfriend ******
Rob: Oh hi, I am Greg's exboyfriend.
Greg: Yeah, well we have to be going we have practice.
Rob: You have practice at 10:30 at night?
Greg: Yeah, its a sleep in practice...

So he grabs my hand and runs out to his car. By this point I'm more more confused and annoyed at the same time. He explains to me that Rob was his first boyfriend before he came out, and it ended when he started sleeping with guys he was meeting online. I didn't ask for more information I could see he was disgruntled.

So we decided to stop at Waffle House and we stayed there for almost 2 hours while he explain what happened and everything to me. On he way out why we were getting in the car, he says do you the titlt? I didn't know what he ment. So he said, " When I introduced you as my boyfriend." I said, " Yeah.", and he asks " Wanna be official?" My heart dropped I had been wanting him to ask me forever, so I said said yes. Although it was more of a cough. We proceed to get in the car, and I was just sitting there. He leans over and kisses me. Not really a kiss more of a makeout, but it felt so right, and so good with him. He is so cute, and a good kisser.

He gets done cranks the car up, and goes, " You suck at kissing, and you mouth tastes like Orbits chewing gum, so at least I'm minty fresh now, but we'll work on fixing your kissing techniques."

We drive home and just joke and talk about things, but I love being around him, he just has this aura around him that comforts me and makes me feel so warm inside. Like everytime I am around him I just feel so alive. I just had the longest phone conversation of my life with him that laster 2 1/2 hours.!!!!!!!

Does anyone find this show as fascinating as me? This week I am not enjoying the episodes that much because it's newlyweds with problems(boring). Last week they had this girl with Willie Prader Syndrome where you just crave food all the time, and you also have mild mental retardation problems. This girls mother would beat her, with the belt when she was hungry, and would throw pissy fits because she wanted food. However she couldn't help it. It's in her DNA to crave food like that. Then they had this couple where the wife was spending money out the ass. Her husband was a doctor, and this women had put them 80k in debt. That was an excellent episode.

On another note people have critized this blog for using bad grammar. I don't give a crap. I write these entries in a hurry, and I don't have time to edit them.

All this hype about Avian flu concerns me. However I have done my own research into this. After much study, and research, I have came to the conclusion; that I am at a low risk. So are the majority or you. It is not possible to contract the disease from cooked meats, because the heat kills the viral strains. The majority of the people who have contracted the disease, are people who have chickens or turkeys, and mainly contract the disease when they are killing them to eat. With our current supply of anti-viral drugs, I am fairly confident that if if does reach the point where it can be transmitted from person to person. We can use these drugs to treat the sypmtoms and help keep the number of dead low.

The only people who I feel are really immune to the virus though. Are people who have a super charged immune system from excercise, strict diet, and healthy living choices. I don't fall into tis catagory, neither does the majority of the population....

Tonight has been a painful night for me.

At practice tonight Mike was coaching us criticing us in our routine. I kept messing up with my blades, motions, etc. He kept having to correct me.

Then comes the time to stunt. My group is not going so well. We get her up into a single base extension, and she falls. I try to catch her, but I completely miss. He gets up and stars yelling at me.

Mike: " The the hell is wrong with you boy, are to fucking lazy to catch her?"
"Anwser me!"

Me: " I don't know what happened sir."
Mike: " I know what happened, she was falling and you let her hit the ground."
Me: " I am sorry I didn't mean to, really I didn't I tried."
Mike: " You try?. You need to try harder, she fell and could have hurt herself. You are worthless. You can't can't do blades, stunt, tumble, or anything. Your worthless, you are a useless. Your a boy and you can't do anything right. I don't see why your here right now you are worthless. You only bring down this team, and are a worthless as a cheerleader. You were once good, but now you just are worthless. Wasting my breathe and my time."

He started walking away, and I felt humilated so I had to do something.

Me: " I wont accept that."
Mike: " You wont accept what. That you are a worthless individual of this team, that will never amount to anything. Do you really think you are any good. Your are are FUCKING worthless. Get out of my eyesight boy?!!!!"

He was yelling about 3 inches from my face, at the top of his lungs like a drill sargent.

I held it in for almost 15 minutes, then started crying during the middle of the routine. I couldn't help it I cried so long, and tried so hard to keep a straight face. My head coach whom I shall call M, stood there with my teams tumbling coach S. The girls just walked to them and let me standing there with Major Pain. They stood listened wanting to say something, but didn't.

I vomited on the floor towards the end of practice. I guess from stress. M told me not to worry about it. That I am not useless on her team, and that Mike crossed the boundaries in what is acceptable. She said she would talk to him, and that I am a valuable member of her tea, and I am not worthless. However I now know what Mike thought, and I am sure what alot of people thought as well.

All the girls were telling me to not worry about it. When it's the truth. I heard what I needed to hear. When my Mom found out she made a scene, and Mike yelled at her. B the gyms owner is a chicken shit sissy and didn't do anything to stop the fight between my Mom and Mike. She eventually said, " Don't worry he isn't coming back here." She is not letting me go back unless he gets fired. He was fired once before when the gyms other owner was ther last year, He called a girl a stupid ass coward retard. The old owner left, and sold the rest of his part of the gym to his partner B. B then hired him back at the beginning of this season. Why? I don't know.

However I have found a gym closer by, not as good, but still cheerleading. I have cried, and been humilated tonight beyond anything I have ever expierienced, but I also realize what people think of me as well. For some reason I am depressed and can't sleep. I wish this has never had happened.

I wondered why for some reason I loved red and white wines, over beerand other alcohol. Here is the reason why you should not drink beer.

I have a pulled muscle in my neck. And it's from a roundoff, this is extremely embarrasing. It also hurts like a bitch.

Johns parents were in Atlanta for something tonight. So he threw a small get together for the guys. About 7 of us sitting there watching a rerun of football( what do they see in this sport), for about an hour. Then we went out got some pizza, walked around Sports Authority, and then decided to go play paintball at the local place.

Paintball is so much fun. But its so expensive, I wish I could have brought my own gun, rentals suck. 30 bucks for some shitty ass thing that jammed twice, I love my Angel. Paintball is my love.

Then we came back to his house, and were just sitting on the back porch drinking( I am sure some of them had smoked pot as well). John's parents left some prunes sitting out. They dared someone to eat this whole huge bag, and eventually they coughed up 50 bucks for someone to eat it. I needed the money so I did. They didn't taste to bad, kinda like sticky raisins, but they were sticky, ew. I have never had them before, and I now am regretting it. My stomach is killing me. And my gas is even worse.

This morning about 7 AM, I get a call from my gym. They said one of the coaches hurt their leg, and can't coach their normal classes for 3 weeks. Asked if I could fill in for him this morning, and for the next three weeks. I agreed, but only because I love coaching and it pays awsome.

I get there and its the usual 3-6 students per my class and teaching them gymnastics fundamentals. Then around 10 AM another class starts. I wish they had told me I was going to be retrieving a mentally slow child. Coaching them is not a problem, they just require more attention. I was expecting her to have very bad skills, and expecting to spend alot of time with her. My other kids I spotted first, and gave them drills to work on. I go up and say, " Ready?" She replied , " yeah."

She did a double backhandspring tuck. Without me spotting, or counting she just threw it. I stood there amazed, and then she said look again. I watched her get on the tumble mat and throw a round off backhandspring layout forward arabian. For those of you who are wondering what all this means. Basicly this girl has the skills of a level 6 gymnast on floor. Came to found out she has only been doing this 6 months. So lesson for the day....

Don't underestimate special people, she blew me out of the water.

This makes me ponder long and hard.... A gay teen is missing from NYC. Read the article its interesting, but when it said the 14 year old came out to his Mother. It made me think. How the hell can you know your gay at 14? You might suspect it, but how do you know? When I was 14 I had thoughts but I thought it was a phase, and didn't really think anything of it...

Read It here

I was in the car this afternoon with 3 other people here is what they said. FYI there was this awful smell outside from a broken water lane we were passing and traffic was oh so slow.

Shae: Ew... Whats that small?!?
Chrissy: I don't know, where is it coming from?
John: Damn thats awful, it's coming from the outside air..> *****(refering to me the driver) turn off the AC it's coming in from outside.
Chrissy: Yeah roll down the windows, to let the air out.
Shae and John: Good idea...

Can you believe they all rolled down the windows...

My friends are idiots

This is from Halloween night. This costume was made at the last minute I was in some store and saw makeup and fake wounds for cheap so I bought them. I have gun holes in my face, but you can't see them. Alot of people loved it and took pictures, others hated it. One woman said, " You'll give my kids nightmares, go away..." F her... I had fun, but noone knew who I was. They refered to me as " Bloody Guy". Not eve my close friends knew who I was....

For the time being I am going back to the original design of the blog, until I have time to work my way through the HTML of the last and figure out the comment bug. It exists somewhere in there, but I am extremely rusty at HTML.

I recieved 16 emails today all saying " I can't post a comment" I am completely aware of this problem and I am working on a solution. I will let you know once its resolved.

This morning JJ and me stopped by Starbucks, I got my Green Tea Frap as usual, and she got something I had to listen to her complain about how bad it is for her, for an hour.

While we were in there however there was this beautiful woman, sitting on the opposite side of us. With what I will take it was business collegues. She was beautiful, had this long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and was wearing Emo glasses. I have a thing for Emo glasses, and I am not sure why. I would have done her, she was that attractive. Once in a great while I will see a woman I would do... I only run into one everyfew months, but when I see one... I Just can't help but stare at them, and want to ask them for their number. However I seem to only like 30 year old something non mothers who are single and have Emo glasses.

I haven't been checking my email for this blog, and it's been about a week. I had 15 emails this morning, and 11 of them were how to post a comment on my blog...

To post a comment you will see a number beside the title of the entry for that day. You will move your mouse over it, and it will light up and say " some number... Comments". You click it and it will take you to the page where you can post your comments.

Also 2 emails asking to advertise on this blog. The answer is NO!!!!

Another 2 asking me to link to them.... I think not. I link only to blog I enjoy reading... Your blog is lame, yes you know who you are....

Lunch
1 Bag of Mini Pretzels-55 Calories
1 Reeses Pieces- 75 Calories
1 Serving Of Mini Wheaties without Milk- 200 Cals
1 Black Bean Chipotile- 240
2 glasses of diet coke-0

Dinner
Glass Of Diet Pepsi-0
Homemade Grilled Chicken Ceaser Salad- 500 Calories

Snacks-

Drinks- 3 Glasses Of Fresh Green Tea-0


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Daylight Savings Time is really messing with my brain right now.... You know how you don't have a clock but can just guess the time of the day, and be pretty freaking close... My internal brain clock needs to be reprogrammed now...