Return of the Mel

From WAYYYYYYYYYY out of left field... I find myself sitting at my ol' blog. It's been like 'how long?' since i've actually found a chance to do this?

Let's take a look at the last posted date...

January 11th?

Holy ass cakes.

We're way OVER halfway through the year, and way too many things have happened. But now, now I suddenly find myself having a situation where I can write this shiet down.

Hmmm, lemme think...

I gotta job.




Sucked at the job.

Changed positions at the job.

Liked my position.

:)

Hated my position.

:(

Parents returned.

Realized I have to stay in my position if i'm going to move UP in position in the future. :)

So that's the jist of it.

Next month, i'm on my way to beautiful Kauai... with my lady love.

We have no money, but we do have a tropical island.

I've lost about 13 lbs and i'm NOT taking emotion-mauling medications.

Jarold's long gone.
Anthony's stuck in his digital world.
Steve's building a dream.
Christine's found her niche.
Diederick is married.
John is hopeful, but in Bahrain
Bill will SOON be married, but I haven't RSVP'ed.
Sunshine and Zikarra are new.
Tom Curtis has come and gone.
Irina is manless.
Myra is uncitizenship less (soon)
Mel is back in his tiny room.

Yup. Mel is back in his teency tiny little room.

But he's got a mean ass Laptop.

He's got a 60th level Rogue.

He's got a nifty glass desk.

He's got an overpriced bed, in a cramped space...

A fan on HIGH, but he's still sweating.

He's hoping that even though life is hard, he'll still qualify for a home loan.

He's hoping that someone moves in by next January.

He's hoping that some people make it WAY past 100.

He's wondering how to get ALL the Cobalt's together.

He's making money, but realizing it's not enough... and in this sense may never be.

He's watched every major movie, and shed a tear for the one with Donkey Sex.

He's seen the man of steel, twice, and once in 3D.

He's not scared of the future...

He is not looking for higher education right now.

He doesn't particularly care.

He's calling 11:43pm 'late'.

He's calling a plumber.

He's calling a brother in law.

He was calling it quits, and thought otherwise.

He's not afraid to be Boy Boy.

And he's thinking he might have Pretty Horses.

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Mood: sleepish.
Food: Malt o meal/Chick Sand/Grits/
Exercise: 20 minutes hard jog
Condition: Dr. Peppered up.

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Sky's the limit...

Okay, it's retardedly late.

I haven't posted in forever and a half...

But I have to say this...

I WANT A PLATINUM AMEX!

Mostly because I want to earn enough money, (and spend it all) to get the American Express Centurion Black Card.

http://www.geocities.jp/ctwxg845/centurioncard2.html

That website basically has an UNBELIEVABLE amount of information about it. An exclusive look into the prestigious website, plus the simple rules for getting "in".

• 1. Have a Platinum Amex for OVER a year.
• 2. Spend about 250k annually.

If you fulfill those requirements, you're good to go.

Anyways, I need to sleep. Peace.

On the way back home.

Well... Technically I'm not actually flying because I can't have the phone on during the flight, but we're currently waiting at the gate on my incoming from sioux falls to minneapolis. Here's a pic I took on the plane during sunrise...



On the flight between minneapolis and san diego, I officially knee-d a toddler in the head. Sitting down, enjoying my music, I feel a child's face plant into my knee, and before I could react, he was floored.

Thankfully, he was alright. As of right now I have no idea what time it is... But my clock says "1:43pm". So in san diego it's probably 11:43am. Thus meaning i'll land in about an hour.

How's the flight so far? For the most part it's been pretty smooth, however we've been hitting some horrendous turbulence. We're talking earthquake type shaking. Oh well, we're passed it and hopefully we'll cruise in the rest of the way without incident .

Time: 1:55pm.
The captain just announced that we're passing over the grand canyon on the side of the plane that I'm not on. It's good to know that we've been alerted of the large earth butt crack. Back to sleep. 50 more minutes to go.

*UPDATE*

I'm home. Safely... happily. And now i've got a SHITLOAD to do. Till then!

~Return of the King~

Ya goddamn right.

My three weeks have come to an end, and as I stare at the clock, I know that in 10 minutes, Lisa's taking me to the Airport where i'm dumping my luggage.

We're going to eat breakfast at McDonalds.

Then i'm flying home to San Diego.

I'll be back by lunch.

I had a wonderful time here.

But it's time.

I must return.

Wish me a very safe voyage.

Let's roll.