My plane ride...

So it starts at 1pm. I'm sitting on the plane. I can't wait. The adreline is at a slow start, but I can still feel it all the same. I'm sitting right over the wing closest to the engine. So if the jet engine blows up, I'll be the first to go, which is okay with me. I've taken some pictures with my phone and suprisingly they didn't turn out half bad. This is gonna be a long day. I'm saving this message so that I can add to it more after I land. I'll probably post at the end of the day. "Leav-ing on a jet plane..."



Well I'm currently sitting in a terminal in Atlanta Georgia. It's very thunderstormy outside, lightening and such. I love lightening. I've also come to the conclusion that I'm quite morbid. Landing on a wet run way I thought it would be cool to spin out and do donuts. I also forgot how much I love flying. I swear I was like a little kid hyped up on too much sugar. I kept giggling as we took off an I couldn't stop looking out my window and back out the opposite side's window. Luckily the older women who sat next to me thought it was cute, and not annoying. I don't think there's really anything else to say about this terminal.

Sheesh. Weather and planes don't mix. Due to the rain here in Atlanta I've been delayed 1 one hour. I'm on the plane now, but still that totally sucks. Good news is I'm over the wing right by the engine again. I think this is a perfect place to be. If the plane suddenly goes down, that's an out of control long death or incredible pain before death. If the engine blows up and I'm right there... swift death. Perfect. WHOA! I just saw the radest lightening outside. Plus I got two windows. Fantastical.



I finally arrived. Waiting for my baggage. Everytime I get on a plane tons of quotes from the movies airplane pop into my head. And when the plan is about to land more quotes come into play. But when the plane finally touches the ground its trying to slow down I hear Roger Rabbit shout "BRAKES! BRAKES! WHERE ARE THE BRAKES!"

I really don't have anything else to say. Here's to another day. Yay for mobile blogging. hahaha. I hope my sister doesn't read this before I see her on Saturday. That would totally suck.

Can you read me now?

I'm just testing to see if I can actually post blogs this way. This would be pretty awesome if it works.

Vacationing... and other randomness

How is it possible to go on a vacation, a trip you've planned to relax and have fun, and you always come back more sore, and less relaxed then when you leave? I recently went to San Diego... recently being last weekend. I was there from a Wednesday to a Sunday, 4 nights for those who are keeping track. It was awesome times. So here's the small adventures we went on.

Wednesday:
Got there roughly at about 3 and walked 2 miles over to the convention center. The hotel we stayed at wasn't bad, it wasn't fantastic. Let me just say that I'm thankful the elevator held up while we were there, and I'm still trying to figure out why this hotel needs a helipad.
So we walked the 2 miles to the center, and got to witness the first of the hard core nerds who attended this year's comic book convention, or as it is more widely known, Comic-Con. We got our passes and then continued to wait till about 6pm when the opened the doors to the exhibit hall. The exhibit hall, for those who are oblivious, is an incredibly massive hall that houses huge constructed booths to showcase new products, and new films. Some of these booths will give free stuff away, or have famous actors, directors, writers, and others giving autographs. This year they had it a little bit more organized with the major companies like Sony, and DC, and Warner Brothers in the center of the hall, to the left were video game companies like Capcom and Konami, and to the far right were all the sellers. Merchandise was sold everywhere. The first day wasn't fantastic, but it was pretty awesome with exclusive toys and collectibles practically everywhere you looked and tons of free swag.
After letting it all sink in, we left, at about 8pm. We took a shuttle back to the hotel, and then caught a cab back to Gas Lamp, about a mile or so away from the hotel. This is where it really starts. During the course of that night I gained the taxi cab driver's cell number for later pick up, 2 bouncers knew us, and if I remember correctly 3 bartenders. Not a bad night to start off.

Thursday:
This was practically a full day of convention nonsense. With random pictures of booth babes, and tons of panels to sit in on. Oh... ya.. panels. The Comic-con isn't all just a ploy to suck you dry of your precious green with promises of invaluable nerd-dom. No no no. There's also panels. Rooms to go to and other halls to sit at and listen to some of the more idolised people in the entertainment industry. Writers, actors, directors, creators, you name it, they were there. The movie industries usually take up Hall H. Hall H seats upwards of 6500 people. Keep in mind that that's probably 1/5 or 1/6 of the whole convention. The rest of the downstairs is taken by the exhibit hall, which should give you an idea of just how big it is. Usually the movie industries give away the most free crap. Shirts, posters, bags, random worthless baubles that when you were little ment something to you, but now you look at and think "what a waste of money."
So after spending a full day at the con and then walking back to the room. Not only were our legs and feet tired, but we were pretty exhausted as well. Ordered some Dominos and was about ready to call it a night when my own curiousity had gotten to me. You see, on Wednesday night, the Head of Security at a random bar we had visited and checked out, was having a Vampire Night. I wasn't planning on going, but after about 1 hour of sitting in the room, I got restless. Eventually Jeff was coaxed into going and we walked back down to the bar.
Vampire Night = Weird shit. Ya... seriously. Hollywood paints vampires as sexy and naughty and crazy weird. They are all but crazy weird. Standing there listening to some weird randition of Ramstien and watching random sized women in what I guess was lingerie that had been found at thrift mart only added to my nausea. It wasn't until the whips came out that I started to actually get really scared. It was probably the worst car accident I've seen. And I use that metaphor because it was exactly that. Your own curiousity got the better of you, you slow down in your car and stare, because you want to know how bad it is. Afterwards, you feel like an idiot for slowing down and wished you hadn't had looked. Well, that's mostly my sentiment on this subject matter as well. Once the tall queer looking stick in a speedos got up on stage to have his turn with a whiping, I threw in the towel, said my good byes and went to the Bitter End. The Head Security (George) was in shock about the weirdness as well as the bartender chick (Tatanya). Meanwhile there was a good version of some musical impersonator downstairs that I actually kinda enjoyed.
That was about it for that day. The taxi was in Del Mar, so another 1.3 mile hike back to the hotel. OH and I swear I thought I saw Jean-Claude Van Damn! Screw you Jeff it was him!

Friday and Saturday:
Nothing really extremly wierd happened. I got a random knot on the back of my head, and I got 4 mosquito bug bites and a spider bite from falling asleep on the helipad. For those of you who know me, that's semi normal. The rest of the weekend involved standing around in line to listen to some overpaid people talk about a movie I don't really care about only to find out that I'm not getting any swag. Waste of time. Randomly wandering the halls of the exhibit hall, meeting a few people I admire (Co-creator of Venture Brothers: Jackson Publik, and Jimmy Robinson: Co Creator of the Joker). Got to see a really down to earth easy going Hugh Jackman talk about his new movie Wolverine. Which looks amazing by the way. George came down Friday, and so did Elliot with some random friends. George Jeff and I went out, while Elliot and his friends "enjoyed" the room. Saturday Jetsun joined George, Jeff and I, while Elliot took off. Saturday was interesting. Not much going on, we played a lot of pool, and enjoyed ourselves at random places.

Sunday:
We ate at Denny's after checking out just in time and then parted ways after breakfast/lunch.

Overall it was a fun trip and it really made me feel like I could make a home down in San Diego. I really enjoy going down there and have been thinking about my options at this point. FYI for everyone, I have more pictures of comic-con... well... about 5 good ones. But the real pictures should be viewed at my friend Albert's page. He has a great camera and took amazing photos. Some of which I was there for. This can be viewed at
http://patrick005.com
Enjoy the pictures.
Hopefully on my next trip, which will be here sooner than I think, I will be able to blog through my cell. I know that sounds nerdy and lame, but it actually has a kinda cool sound to it to me. I'd love to be able to write down those events and thoughts after they happen. Maybe it's just me. Eh *shrugs* whateva.

One more time...

So for those of you who were quick enough to catch the former blog, congrats. But for those who weren't able to see it in the last 3 hour span... sucks for you. I don't normally delete anything, but it was pretty lame and pathetic and there was no thought-out thoughts (shut up, that makes sense).
I'll write another blog about my vacation, but right now, I just want to semi rant and talk about something that is on my brain.

I believe a lot of things. And also I don't believe in very many things either. Yes yes yes, I know, I read a particular blog and it had thoughts in my head. But I've had these thoughts over the weekend and whereas I wanted to write them down on here, I couldn't for lack of a computer or connection. So here I am, writing it now.

I believe there is something called love. I don't there is TRUE love. I think that's a fantasy that we've created to make us feel optimistic. I believe there numerous people for one person. Not one. In no way am I saying that cheating is acceptable because of that statement. My thoughts are that if you are with someone who you love more than anything, and then they die, then there are backups to that one. It's possible to love more than once. I believe that. I don't believe that it's easy to be IN love with someone. There IS a difference between loving someone and being IN love with someone.

When you become IN love with someone there's a different chemistry going on in your head. I also think that you can grow to be in love with someone. I also think that you can just feel a hardcore connection and be in love with someone right off the bat. I know that sounds odd and crazy and make believe like, but I believe that. I believe that it's possible to get "swept off your feet" and "fall head over heals" and all that garbage. I think that's what being IN love is. Sure, you might not feel that way all the time. But the idea is always there. You can't ignore them. You can't leave them alone. You can't stop thinking about them. They could have done some seriously messed up stuff, emotionally or physically, but you are still just insane about them. That's part of being IN love. To me it is. Being willing to deal with all the crap that flies at you from their mouth, or the drama or baggage that they might carry with them. Being willing to take a bullet or sacrifice anything you have for them... that is being IN love. I don't find it to be that rare.
To love someone... well, that's simple. You enjoy their company but don't think about them all the time. Now let me clear something up really quick here. I don't mean "all the time" as in every moment of every moment. (ya, that's right) I mean that you think about them more than others. You do things first for them then other people. They are on your mind more than other people are. I believe that you can love someone and grow to be in love with them.

One of the major things that a lot of people forget is that everything is work. Family, friends, love, relationships... all of it is work. There's not one thing that isn't work about it. You keep in contact with family and friends, you try and stay in touch, visit them, say happy birthday, whatever it is, its work. You have to or else you won't feel the love from them back, because they feel like you don't care. And vise versa, if they don't try to show you, you feel less love for that person. When it comes to a romantic relationship though, its work. Sure, the first 3 months or 5 months, or friggin awesome. Who doesn't love that part. Learning about each other and exploring what makes that person tick. That's how you fall in love, or learn to love someone. You appreciate who they are, and where they come from. But things get boring after that. People grow to know each other so well that it becomes boring. And then they long for what they had. What was 3 months ago, is no longer there. So now comments like "you changed" or "your not the same as when I met you" or the ever famous conversation that starts with "we need to talk" start happening more frequently. This is where work comes in. Not from just one side, but both. Both sides need to work to keep the attention span, or to feel love from the other person. Random-ness is a must. I've learned this in a hard way.
Budgeting time and making time and having money and making money and making a relationship work is tough. So what's the point in having a relationship? Because there's the knowledge that you have one person who will always be there for you no matter what. When you fall you don't fall alone. When you have a great day, you can share it with that person and they will enjoy it with you. Sure friends and family can do that too, but getting a raise or a new job is way more enjoyable when you can share that newness and the benefits from it with someone. Plus, when you're down on your luck, your loved one cheers you up. Makes you feel good about yourself. To grow and experience life together is an awesome thing that should be cherished and hoped for. All the work you put, all that effort pays off.

That's pretty much what I believe. I know the bad and the good of a relationship now. I know how things can go from great to worse in a matter of seconds. Nobody has enough of an attention span to do the same thing over and over and over. It's horrible. Being different and changing it up and doing new things is an awesome way to keep going on everyday. I honestly couldn't think of a better feeling that having the knowledge that you have that one person.

One more thing before I wrap this up.
Walls. Everyone has some form of a wall up. Everyone. A tiny little mound of a dirt to the Great Wall of China. I understand why you might have it too. As I've developed my own walls. I've finally built some. I really didn't have any. I honestly believed that I didn't. I put all of me out there every chance that comes by. But I've learned that's not good. Plus, I've discovered that if you have walls up for too long, you could end up hurting yourself more than you would others. Discovering those inner walls and being able to take that chance to let someone in is a huge task. But in life you have to take risks or you could miss out on awesome wonderful things.

Over the past few years I've changed my mind on a lot of things. Sure I might be more or less spiritual. I've got more of a zen quality to me now. Plus some random ideas like how I wanted to have 3 kids... hahaha. Ya... if I have kids, cool, if not, whatever. I had the notion that being that I was the last one with the family namesake, that I HAD to carry it on. I've discarded that idea and I'm taking a more *i don't care* attitude. I'll be happy with what I have whenever I have it. I also want to move to places and travel and do random things. I refuse to just sit day in and day out and not do something fun and exciting when I can. Ya... I think that's it.

So ya...

I have this other blog on this site as well, but I've made it personal. Why I just announced that I honestly have no idea. It's 2:27am and I don't have to get up at 5:30am anymore. I think at this hour, and being up for nearly 24 hours I'm allowed to say things that don't make any sense. But then again. When DO I make any sense? Half of the words and sentances and stories out of my mouth have no point and no reason to them. It's like I talk to enjoy hearing myself talk. But that's not the case at all as I really don't enjoy hearing my own voice. Maybe I just like being part of a conversation or "conversing" with people. 24 hours is a long time.... and the day went by surprisingly fast too. Which is a good thing being that I don't have to work again till... well... hopefully a week or two before september. Of course, I wouldn't mind the WHOLE month off... that would be cool. Tomorrow I start my vacation. San Diego... whoo hoo!! I think I've annoyed enough people with that information. HOLY CRAP. I just remembered a dream. *to the batcomputer*... or something like that.............................
So much for that. I always go to dreammoods.com to look up my dreams. I'm fascinated by translations of such random ongoings in my sleep. The dream I had was me at a huge long table... sitting right in the middle of it... have my own plate of food... and it was my favorite... just piled high with food. It was a happy dream. Now I'm hungry damn it. bah. Sleep should be good right about now. ... uh.... ya. I think I'll do that.


one last thing:

"balls"
to properly understand what that means....
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/408342 - Masterminds 1
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/420990 - Masterminds 2
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/432902 - Masterminds 3

Just click where it says watch movie. It's worth it.

"Balls"

"I've been blogging..."

Not that much time, but enough to see that I haven't been on in awhile. Things are good. Work is almost done. The contract is up on the 25th, but I'm out on the 22nd. Tuesday the 22nd is my last day. I'm soooooo excited. I'm gonna be going on a nice road trip down to San Diego. I seriously can't wait. Then I don't work. No work for a month. Unless a new contract comes up. But I don't want to work. I want to go to the beach EVERYDAY. It's gonna be awesome. FRIGGIN AWESOME!!!! Whoo Hoo!
So ya, since the last post I've been doing great. Just working and going out on the weekends. Nothing major, nothing minor. Just living life and finally back to being comfortable with myself. GOOD GOD I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY VACATION TO START!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA.