Down in Florida, safe...not so sound?
Not like I'm trying to freak anyone out or anything.
I think I've found the one place on the planet that could actually be more bizarre than Jersey.
Welcome to South Florida.
Right now I'm just getting used to making left turns and u-turns almost anywhere the hell I want to. Additionally, I think it will take a while for me to get over being able to buy beer at the Super Target. However, I have yet to see a liquor store. Except for in the not-so-safe looking parts that I've driven through so far. They come up out of nowhere. You're just driving along...doo-de-doo-de-dooo...then all of a sudden you're there: liquor store, pawn shop, check cashing, storefront church, liquor store, chicken shack, pawn shop, repeat. And you're like, "Oh crap, I'm in the ghetto!" But before you have a chance to lock the doors, you're back in safe territory again.
They have houses down here that look just like the ones on Cops. That's kinda scary.
And in downtown, you can actually carry your beer or drink out on the sidewalk with you and go to another bar as long as your drink is in a plastic cup. And you have to finish it before you enter the next place. Kinda sweet.
I got my Florida driver's license last week. I felt really sad to give up my Jersey license...like I was losing a part of myself. It was really weird. Tomorrow I have to go and get my car registration taken care of...bye-bye Jersey plates, along with my out-of-state driving privileges. You know, the privilege of pulling a really dick move on the street or something equally retarded but once everyone sees out of state tags, they can't get as mad because they know you don't know any better. The same goes for old people. You're stuck behind a car going way too slow and you're pissed off because you think it's some asshole talking on their cell phone. You go around to pass them and you're ready to look over and give the Death Stare, but when you turn your head you see a little 85 year old grandma who can barely see over the wheel. You can't get mad at old people. It's against the law or something.
I'm convinced that the people working at my local cable company are retarded. But doesn't that go for anyone working at any cable company? Anyway, they're stupid. I don't feel like going into the rest of it.
My computer is trying to die on me. Again. I've only had this computer for a year and a half, and it wants to die on me. I can't let the hard drive sleep...for it really may end up being the Big Sleep, not much unlike the situation I was having with my precious old iMac (may it rest in the dust of my father's study, never to smoke upon being plugged in again). Except this time, the problem might set me back $1000, since it's the logic board that's crapping out instead of an overworked hard drive. Needless to say, I'm hella pissed.
It is infernally hot down here. Hellishly hot. Ungodly, unearthly, inhumanely hot. And sticky. And bright. Yesterday I made the mistake of leaving the house without my sunglasses and I couldn't see right for about 10 minutes after returning inside. You know how after someone takes a flash picture of you, you can see the little white light floating in front of you for a few seconds? It's like that, but bigger.
That's all for now. I'm impatiently waiting for my sister to finish Harry Potter 7 so we can talk about it. I finished it about 9 hours ago and it's still sticking with me. But I'm not saying anymore...I fought hard to keep the ending from being spoiled for myself, and I won't spoil it for any of you. Or my sister...I think she'd seriously kill me.
I think I've found the one place on the planet that could actually be more bizarre than Jersey.
Welcome to South Florida.
Right now I'm just getting used to making left turns and u-turns almost anywhere the hell I want to. Additionally, I think it will take a while for me to get over being able to buy beer at the Super Target. However, I have yet to see a liquor store. Except for in the not-so-safe looking parts that I've driven through so far. They come up out of nowhere. You're just driving along...doo-de-doo-de-dooo...then all of a sudden you're there: liquor store, pawn shop, check cashing, storefront church, liquor store, chicken shack, pawn shop, repeat. And you're like, "Oh crap, I'm in the ghetto!" But before you have a chance to lock the doors, you're back in safe territory again.
They have houses down here that look just like the ones on Cops. That's kinda scary.
And in downtown, you can actually carry your beer or drink out on the sidewalk with you and go to another bar as long as your drink is in a plastic cup. And you have to finish it before you enter the next place. Kinda sweet.
I got my Florida driver's license last week. I felt really sad to give up my Jersey license...like I was losing a part of myself. It was really weird. Tomorrow I have to go and get my car registration taken care of...bye-bye Jersey plates, along with my out-of-state driving privileges. You know, the privilege of pulling a really dick move on the street or something equally retarded but once everyone sees out of state tags, they can't get as mad because they know you don't know any better. The same goes for old people. You're stuck behind a car going way too slow and you're pissed off because you think it's some asshole talking on their cell phone. You go around to pass them and you're ready to look over and give the Death Stare, but when you turn your head you see a little 85 year old grandma who can barely see over the wheel. You can't get mad at old people. It's against the law or something.
I'm convinced that the people working at my local cable company are retarded. But doesn't that go for anyone working at any cable company? Anyway, they're stupid. I don't feel like going into the rest of it.
My computer is trying to die on me. Again. I've only had this computer for a year and a half, and it wants to die on me. I can't let the hard drive sleep...for it really may end up being the Big Sleep, not much unlike the situation I was having with my precious old iMac (may it rest in the dust of my father's study, never to smoke upon being plugged in again). Except this time, the problem might set me back $1000, since it's the logic board that's crapping out instead of an overworked hard drive. Needless to say, I'm hella pissed.
It is infernally hot down here. Hellishly hot. Ungodly, unearthly, inhumanely hot. And sticky. And bright. Yesterday I made the mistake of leaving the house without my sunglasses and I couldn't see right for about 10 minutes after returning inside. You know how after someone takes a flash picture of you, you can see the little white light floating in front of you for a few seconds? It's like that, but bigger.
That's all for now. I'm impatiently waiting for my sister to finish Harry Potter 7 so we can talk about it. I finished it about 9 hours ago and it's still sticking with me. But I'm not saying anymore...I fought hard to keep the ending from being spoiled for myself, and I won't spoil it for any of you. Or my sister...I think she'd seriously kill me.
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