Today I went for a walk around the lake and talked to myself for about 90 minutes. haha! That's funny...talk to myself. More like I thinking out loud. If I start acting like Legion from the Bible, I'm sure they're gonna come for me! LOL Most of the day was spent doing absolutely nothing and needed some fresh air. The lake is one of my favorite thinking/walking spots. It was damned near deserted too. I got to thinking about 2006 and the months leading up to it. It didn't help that I was going through my computer and digging up all the pics I didn't post from this year. I've been slacking in keeping the photo gallery current.
January 2006...I think around then I was interviewing for my current position. There was some other positions too that I was checking out. Then I got the job and was staying with my cousin while I was sorting out where I was going to live.
December 2005...Up in Marino Valley job hunting like a fiend. Crashing at my friend's not knowing what was going to become of me. All the while trying to maintain some kind of positive outlook on life. This was not an easy task to accomplish.
November 2005...packed my stuff up and headed on the road to California. Had myself a lil adventure in a VERY Southern gas station, replete with Confederate flags. Stopped off in Tennessee and visited with my cousins. Drove the last 16 hours straight without stopping for rest.
For 2007 I am concentrating on Fitness and Finances.
I did not go to my Senior Prom in high school. A confluence of events conspired to completely sap any joy, glee, happiness or whatever surrounding that most important of high school event. So that day way back when, I worked that Saturday as usual till about 6 or 7 in the evening. After I left my uncle's store filthy from installing people's car stereos, doing inventory and just shooting the shit as we did at closing time...I just went home. Family and friends all wondered what was wrong with me for not going. I dont't recall ever telling a single person back then the complete story as to what I didn't go. One reason though was my high school *sweetheart* at the time decided not to go either. That wasn't the only reason, but it didn't help in evening out my hedonistic calculus about the night. So i stayed home.
To only then find out the next week my sweetheart DID go to the prom! Her family convinced her to go and she acquiesced! To wit, her dad went shopping with her and bought her this spandex dress. Which was a HUGE deal at the time given how religous her family was. I was befuddled. I was confused. I was PISSED!
Fast forward to 2006 and my fellow friend and dork-in-crime friend Kristin are texting. I came up with the idea of going to *prom*. Granted it is a completely wrong time of year for this kinda thing. Not to mention we were both quite removed from high school! haha! Still she played along. I rocked my suit and she went shopping for a dress and shoes. We agreed that our colors would be black and red - classic prom colors right? haha! I got us a corsage and boutenire (gawd, I probably butchered that word) and flowers for her mom. Is that proper prom protocol? LOL At her house we did the cheesey prom pics also. Swear - it felt a lot like prom!! Her mom was making a big deal about taking pics, her dad was looking at my critically. I even go the, "you better have her home by 11 or else" speech. haha!
All in all, it was good night. Here are the differences between this prom night and the one that never came to be for me:
A) I did NOT have a car. My first car never showed up till I was 19 and I paid for it myself.
B) We couldn't drink of course. Well technically, not supposed to drink. ;-) I was clubbing around age 16. Shhh, don't tell anyone.
C) Even though my *prom date* was just my friend, no one at my high school would have been as hot. haha!
Is Stallone hard up for funds? Why the hell is making another Rocky Movie!? We were supposed to see Pursuit of Happyness, but I mixed up the showtimes. Smooth move Tony. Of the choices available, Rocky Balboa looked like the lesser of 2 evils. Seriously, he needs to put Rocky to bed and retire him. His little speeches about not being a coward and standing up for one's dreams, sounded like something contrived in an 11th grade English class. To the characters were underdeveloped would be an understatement. People just being introduced for no logical reason other than it seemed like Stallone needed someone to fill that *type*. He needed a woman to save and befriend...insert random single mom he met back in high school. Oh, we need a person of color...let's awkwardly introduce the high school mom's son who's half Irish and half Jamaican. Let's introduce the plight of the has-been, oh look, here comes Paulie painting pictures in the meat factory.
And of course the match was an exibition match otherwise the champ would've taken it seriously, trainined and whooed Rocky's ass.