NYC cabs

I was getting a ride to school the other day in a cab and my driver cut some dude off, which is kind of what cabs do. they cut people off and ur mad, u mumble to yourself "i hate 'f'ing cabs" or something then move on... not today. this guy decided to get back at the cab by hurrying up and going around us, the only trouble was that there was a nice new Lexus in front of him that he would have seen if he wasnt looking at my cab driver. whoops. so i watched an accident happen right next to me from the back seat of my cab.

#2 getting cut off while in a cab. lucky for me, the guy that cut us off was making the same turns as where i was going, so after speeding down the road and cutting each other off for awhile, we finally came side to side with the other car (one of those unmarked taxis), where they could yell at each other w/ those indian accents which i always find amusing, and threaten to pull over somewhere and meet up for some fight. they both agreed to fight somewhere, but then drove off. empty fight promises, lame.

#3 I got off the bus, was walking to school and on my way there i see two guys in the middle of the road yelling at each other face to face, sure enough one guy was a taxi driver, the other guy was driving an suv and yup, they were indian. always amusing, I love those accents, especially when they are angry.

Im pretty sure that i would be pissed if i came to america to find a good job and ended up as an nyc cab driver as well.

Im in love

so i moved.  Ive been happy for the past two years sharing a one bedroom apartment w/ two other guys.  We each payed $1000/month rent, so $3000 total.  I had no closet and no shelves in my room.  all of my stuff hang on a couple of poles at the foot of the bed or sat in a couple of drawers under them.  so, in essence, i just threw crap whever there wasnt already crap until all of that space was taken, then piles.  

So now where the love comes in.  I have a new apartment.  Frigging GINOURMOUS!!!  well, by NYC standards anyways.  i have my own large bedroom, 3 awesome roommates (not that the others weren't awesome) and my new place is CHEAPER! $925/month.  so... Im in love w/ life.  I didn't even know how bad my life sucked until now.  i have a closet, places to put my stuff, and my room stays clean! well, clean by my standards.  My apartment is in a sweet part of town too. On my way to school yesterday, spencer and i walked by the filming of the new twilight movie and saw the fro dude main guy.  a couple days ago on the way home i saw peeps making a new nicholas cage movie.  I dont really care about that, but i just thought it was a good addition.  anywho...  

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I got in a fight

So, I was playing basketball in a semifinal playoff game for an NYC basketball league. We were down 12 at half, then we started kicking the other teams butt, I was playing really well. So some guy grabbed my privates for a couple seconds while I was getting a rebound. I wasn't really happy w/ him. So I kneed his privates. Then beat them by 10 to go to the finals. After the game I went to shake his hand (dont shake hands w/ ball grabbers) and he punched me in the face, which turned me around, then he punched me in the face from behind. I turned around and jumped at him for some action and got held back by a few people and he ran off. So good times. Now I'm icing my jaw and have a cut lip from my braces.

Anyways, I always wondered what it would feel like to get some nice punches to the face, now I now. It wasn't so bad.

The guy that punched me in the face got a pretty sweet oop dunk off an inbound pass, and was a pretty good baller.

So I was wondering: Do I let someone get away w/ a ball grab and do nothing? or do I retaliate? Did I do wrong? What would you have done?

Even the guys on the other team were on my side.

31 reasons I love my brother John John

1. He bathes himself regularly
2. He gives me nieces and a nephew
3. He smiles when I fart really loud
4. He tells me what he thinks, even if its that im being an idiot
5. He didn't beat me up as much as Dave did
6. He helps me make movies
7. He's a smarty pants
8. He told me to be a dentist
9. He will never ever wear jeans
10. He has some amazing original dance moves that never cease to amuse
11. We are going to make millions in some business one day
12. Doing nothing w/ him is fun, but it wont be long till were doing something
13. We come up w/ business ideas and do em
14. He lets me sleep in his house and eat his food
15. He comes to New York and visits
16. He's a good Daddy
17. If you say you'd give someone money to do something ridiculous, he just might do it
18. When I'm w/ him there is a good chance some random people will want to fight us (like a 14% chance) which makes for good stories
19. He's a good example of good (its not his fault they want to fight us, just crazy people)
20. One morning he took me to institute off-roading and jumped our Subaru off the train tracks
(freaked the crap out of my friend and me)
21. He bought a car w/ his friends just to take off jumps
22. He cut his leg rolling down rocky hills in a barrel
23. He spit his food at a crazy biker guy trying to punch him through his car window
24. He rollerbladed w/ me down totally steep hills in the snow (Ive got a scar to prove it)
25. I wasn't there for his wedding so he put a life size cut out of me in his reception line
26. We have matching lip scars from basketball injuries
27. He totally immobilized a 35 yr old guy that was attacking us when we were high school age w/out beating the dude up
28. If ever I have a problem w/ something, he's there for me
29. He married Natalie
30. I think we think alot alike
31. I'll stop one short so that Natalie beats me, she has 31 reasons

(one of my favorite stories)

a date

So I went out on a date the other night, and was amused to find myself speaking much deeper than I normally do. I thought to myself 'why am I speaking so deep, I didn't think I could speak this low, is this my "I'm trying to impress someone" voice or what' So anyways, I'm sure my date was very impressed w/ my deep voice cause she wants to go out again. I sure hope she doesn't know about this blog.

study break

So I was just studying and it reminded me of one of the scariest moments of my life. I was about 11 years old and my niece Tiffany was about 4. We were in the backyard and I was pushing her around in her new car, similar to the one in the photo here, and while making a right turn she flew out and started crying. Not too big a deal right? So I brought her inside, then she stopped crying and started shaking on the ground expressionless w/ her eyes open for what seemed like forever. I was like what the crap did I do to this girl. Apparently she had seizures every once in awhile. Her mom came in and knew what to do, which if I remember correctly was nothing, just wait it out.

Anyways, good times.

not studying

Something I've noticed: Things that normally are not very fun, become surprisingly entertaining when I'm supposed to be studying.

Part 2. Crazy New York guy

I was leaving the dental clinic and noticed that a creepy crazy guy was following me. I noticed because he was staring at me and following very closely. So I stopped walking, turned around and looked at him. He stopped, and looked the other way. So I continued walking. Shortly thereafter, he hurried behind me again. So I continued walking, then stopped, turned, he stopped, looked the other way again. Kept walking, then he hurried to get behind me again. So I stopped, looked at him, he just stood there and looked at me, then I punched him in the face.

K I didn't punch him in the face, but I decided I wanted some gum from the store behind him, so I walked toward the store, he kept getting in my way, like trying to prevent me from getting around him, so I said "I'm trying to get to that store behind you" so he let me get by. Then he followed me in. Then I stood in line to get some gum. He stood in line and walked into me like 4 times walking back and forth. I dont know if he was trying to get my wallet or was just retarded, but he didn't get my wallet.

Part 3

I got to buy $300 worth of stocking stuffer candy and treats for 117 poor kids last weekend. Good times. Shopping carts are very small here, like 1/4 the size of normal carts. $300 worth of stocking stuffer stuff is about 2 feet taller that this cart. So stuff fell out often. Also, you cant bring your cart outside. So the handy bagger knew how to tie bags together so that I could carry the 12 bags of goodies out of the store. Then I had to carry them to the street, where no freaking cab would come. Then I carried the 12 bags to the other street where a cab picked me up. while in the cab, the driver slammed on the breaks and my face slammed into credit card swiper on the glass inbetween the front and back seats giving me a nice scab on my nose.

Writing this blog is one of those things that is much more enjoyable when I'm supposed to be studying.