Rusty in the legs

Today was a seemingly horrible day at first. I got up at 10 and did nothing for a while. I got a call from DSC saying that they were helping people get everything done to enroll for school. I figured if I don't go down there now I never will. My mother offered to take me and I refused and took my bike instead. The weather was really nice the whole way. I haven't been riding my bike as avidly as I usually do so the ride was a little bit of a work out. I had a horrible pain in my upper waist on the left side. I hadn't had one in forever, but I decided to stop being a little boy in diapers getting his first "bike induced scrape" and continued to pedal faster. The pain went away after 5 minutes of vigorous riding. After that pain came another one. I got some numbness in my crotch, but didn't think about it. Later I took a stand to scratch my penis/ball sack to find out that there was a pain in my penis. I guess there wasn't enough blood flow getting to it. I rode standing up for a while and then sat on the seat in a manor where maximum blood flow could continue on its usual path. I arrived at DSC in some good time. 45 minutes. I quickly found the rusted bike rack and headed for the administration office. I was sent to take my CPT. I was extremely nervous. I had not been in school since May of this year. I was in there for about an hour and a half to two hours. I saw my scores and I was dumbfounded to see that I had extremely good ones.

Reading- 96% (Needed a 83% to pass)
Sentence Skill- 88% (Needed a 83% to pass)
Arithmetic- 101% (Needed a 72% to pass)
Elementary Algebra- 72% (Needed a 72% to pass)
College Math- 51% (Needed a 44% to pass)

I was so stoked to find out I passed all the sections. Now I just have to pick my classes and I will be on my way.

In other news I am still winning my secret gift I'm getting for Chelsie for X-mas. If I don't win this I don't know what I will do haha. I'm sure I will get it though, I don't really care how much I have to pay.

Where is your soda?

I started working at Winn Dixie last week. I stock the shelves and tell/show customers where things are in the store. It keeps my busy so its not bad. Last night was the busiest day of the year. Not for stock, but the amount of people in there was crazy. I should have had a sign around my neck that said "Whatever your need is its on isle 8." Tha its where the stuffing, dry milk, bread crumbs, etc was at. It became such a habit for me to say I believe I told some people the wrong isle to go to.

9:37

Life a little rocky. Some things are going good and even great. Others seem hopeless. My relationship with my parents seems to get worse every time we talk to one another. I'm getting no finical help with school. Just getting through the simple registration process has made my life hell thanks to the internet. I think I'm getting worse musically as well. I don't compare to when I was sixteen and had a little girls voice, but could sound like a bear at will. I got a job which is awesome. its in the morning and that could end when school starts up in January. Other than that I feel as if I've been an asshole to my best and most cared about friends for various reasons. Maybe I'm just on my "Male period" and am just down just because. I need a smile on my face.

The Knife

As I type this there is a man outside of my house. "What is he doing you might ask?" This elderly man is sitting on top of a green recycle bin that the Florida Municipal Waste Company gave my family. This man has been other there for an hour or so. At first he was just sitting and whittling on some wood. He then moved the recycle bin he was sitting on further away from where he originally was. Now he is just sitting out by the street. By the looks of it he can quite possibly be waiting for something. But what? Maybe for me to go out and retrieve the recycle bin and stab me? Or could he be homeless and want some change when I venture outside? It could quite possibly be that he intends to steal the recycle bin. This is all uncertain. Just a second ago I got up to go take a gander at the man on the recycle bin to find that he has disappeared. He did not take the recycle bin with him either. Where did he go? Is he still there with a cloaking device waiting for me? Did he walk down the road to sit on other recycle bins? Or was he actually a mutant and had some abnormal way of leaving the spot he was at? The world may never know. I took a picture of the Recycle Bin Man for your viewing pleasure. Also above was the state I was in. That state was FEAR!

Fractures

This past week was pretty darn good if I say so.

Thursday I went with NHD to their show with Shook Ones. While I was there a band called Ramming Speed played and blew me away. They were an awesome thrash metal band and were some super nice dudes. Shook Ones was extremely good as well. I would have picked up some music, but I was flat broke.

Friday I rode with Nathan down to DeLand for some Halloween fun. We were supposed to go to Orlando, but that fell through. We met up with Thomas, Seaira, and Bailey and shortly after more guest such as Samantha, Glenn, Chris, and Tater. The most of us with bicycles ended up going to Samantha's house to hang and eat candy. Chris couldn't eat any candy due to him being vegan and the lack of nothing but chocolate treats. Samantha had an awesome trampoline with a trampoline bike to hurt ourselves with. We watched some television in her massive garage bedroom for a while, until we headed back to Chris' house for the usual food and sleep.

Saturday Chris and Nathan went to Daytona to hang with our buddy Dylan. I would have joined in this adventure, but I had other things that had to be done that day. I wondered around Downtown DeLand for a while talking to the homeless and what not. I talked with my friend Kathryn for a bit before I had to make a trek to Chelsie's house. Turns out Chelsie got a road bike for $19!!!! I pumped up her tires and we went to Downtown DeLand. Nathan made a call to his dad to get me a free ticket for the music festival and ended up giving Chelsie and I both one. We went back to her house and had some nice food before I had to go yet again to Downtown DeLand (Actually Earl Brown Park). There was the Maddie Fest taking place. It was a nuts line-up and time space. My unnamed metal band played it. We kind of just jumped on last minute and played three songs. It was seriously awesome though. I haven't gone that nuts in years. Most of my friends that I wanted to see us play came just a tad too late. We left early to get some Taco Bell and hang at Mikey's house. We stayed up too late doing nothing.

Sunday I was supposed to be home early, but that didn't happen. I thought my mom wanted me home at a different time. I'm not in a little bit of groundation haha. I'm getting closer to 19 and I'm grounded and not very well if I might add. Oh well haha.

Today (Monday) I got a call from Winn-Dixie. I have to take a drug test and after that I've got the job of working stock. Hello waking up at 4:30 am and riding my bike to work to get there by 6 am. Stoked!

Trick or Treat

I got a nice little gift the other yesterday from my friend Kaleigh. I noticed an 10" AFI picture disc in her room and complimented her on it. AFI has been one of my favorite bands since I was like 11 (No Joke). Kaleigh then took it off the wall and handed it to me and told me that she wasn't really into them anymore. I was more than over joyed. It was the two singles off the album "December Underground." I'm not entirly into that album, but just having it is a huge plus. Kaleigh then began to dig in a drawer and gave me another gift. It was the full "December Underground" album on 6 clear 7"s. This was an extreme present from her and I thank her very much.

Kramer Abover Her Bed

Chelsie McVeigh sent me a package last week. The package itself was hilarious. It was decorated with a rebel flag, Sarah Palin, and John McCain on one side. The other side was a cut-out picture of me next to Dale Earnheart. Around Dale and I were the words Daytona 500 (I spent a good part of my childhood there) and burritos, footballs, horses, and random smiley faces. The contents of this package were like no other I've ever recided. I'm pretty its the best peice of mail I'll ever get. Inside was a placstic put-together recorder, Stretch Island Fruit Co Fruit Leather, a crossword puzzel with "Weird n' Wild Creatures" on it, a dreamcatcher, a piece of aromatherapy soap, an iPod case, Ginger Chews, some Bank of America gum, some erasers that are shaped like pineapples, birds, and backetballs, and little fuzzy things. And if that wasn't sweet enough, she stopped by my house while I was hanging out with my friend Richard and dropped off a loaf of pumpkin bread (My favorite bread in the world). This weekend she said she would make me some humus pizza, which I am dying to try. I've got a few things to repay her with. I've got an item that is going to take a while to make, but it will be worth it. Good thing garbage is abumdant.