coming soooon

hey fellow readers.

i crashed my computer. sorry. will be getting it up and running soon. i've missed a couple blogs but o well. life goes on. a couple notes to be quick:

-work christmas party
-new book ive been reading
-made new friends at whataburger (around 2:30)
-i picked up a hobo
-my adventures to the valley (i almost died)


umm thats all i can think about for now, ill be more detailed soon. see ya.

its almost four in the morn and im here suffering for you people. ive been drinking since nine and because of all the stress its caused, this is the definitely the last computer i buy online. i spent the last half hour trying to get gogol bordelo- through the roof on youtube. this song brings peace to my life and now that its working im not gonna toss this stupid, YESS, STUPID FUCKING computer out my window. for some reason it went back to the original owners name, erased all the iTunes music, and delayed the sound. ugh, im too tipsy for this shit.

so today was the annual christmas party for work. i disputed whether or not to go since i havent had much sleep lately. but i decided i have no friends anyway, might as well. trying to find the damn place was the hardest part. i was instructed to exit a certain street and i burnt the map in my head that way. well it turns out that wasnt the exit and i spent a lot of time trying to find a way there. i get there and spot a table with the co-workers from my store. the event center was nice, it was like a place that should have weddings taking place daily. it was my store manager and a few others. (sidenote: my store manager always has some intruiging stories)

it truly is a white christmas

tonight i went out with the family (aka my roommates jeremy and crystal and their kids). we first set out to chillis for a late night dinner. getting to the restaurant, i spot a cute girl. she looked very familiar, i hadnt much interest in hitting on her, all i wanted was to quench my curiosity. did she come from the valley? after like 15 minutes i decided to hit the restroom, just to catch another glimpse of her, in hopes it would spark a memory. nothing. on the way back to our table, another glimpse and nothing. you know the expression 'on the tip of your tongue' well she was on the tip of my brain (if that makes sense). oh well, ill never know for sure. i wasnt hungry enough to purchase a meal, but i was craving some alcohol to warm my belly. the server greets us and asks us for our drinks. with a confident tone i ask for the alcoholic drink menu. she finds one at a nearby table, hands it over, gives me a minute, and leaves. we debated a bit on whether or not i looked 21. i say yes, he says no she says no. no it is. she comes back and asks again. i decide against the risk of underage drinking and order a sweet tea.... "and keep 'em coming". i filled up with tea, chips and salsa, and a few french fries i help the toddler eat.

next, we drive by some neighborhoods with enough of christmas spirit to make you pack up and move to the north pole (with the cute coca cola polar bears). i was surprised with some of the unique decorations. so was the 2 yr old in the back seat "ooohing and awwwwwing" to the best of his abilities. lights, fat guys in red suites, candy canes, and xmas trees galore.my favorite was the reindeer pulling santa out of the chimney. kudos to you random family, you got my approval.

when we finished up, we headed for some semi last minute shopping. there were some pretty sweet thangs in and around the aisles, and the stuff HEB has to sell wasnt half bad either. i can honestly say i havent really spent much money this time of year before, but this year ive had a decent job, and i think i should splurge a bit. we pass through the toy section, where i spent most of my time planning out christmas in the kids eyes. cars, babies, wrestlers. horses, guns, dolls, coloring books, FUCK. ive spent less time teaching my dog french. i walk over to compare barbies for my little sister. I SHIT YOU NOT. white barbies were stacked neatly. styled hair, accessories and about twelve feet of shelf space, while the black barbies were in a separate box. all black, all segregated, in shitty boxes with about a foot and a half shelf space. they might as well dressed them up as slaves and given them free with the purchase of a white barbie. i held one in each of my hand. lets see whats the difference is, umm price! I SHIT YOU NOT, the white ones were selling at $6.99 and the black ones were..... you guessed it..... $3. HOLY FUCK it is a white christmas after all. i wonder what the brown barbies are selling for.
i call up my mom. its midnight, and she shed probably been asleep since ten thirty, but i need to know my sisters favorite disney princess. im sure NOT coming back to shop. tinker bell ey, sounds good, by the way mom, does she have any black barbies?

it didnt click till i got to the register. i had a cart half filled with pink boxes and gender specific little mermaid coloring books. i laugh to myself as i load it on the conveyor belt. the clerk looks at my un-purchased items giggles and says "hey man, what you do on your own time, is your business". thanks, asshole. he calls over another rep to tap the register screen a couple times. i assume its a manager of some sort, because his posture is that of one with authority, and the clerk was quick to step out of his way. before he could leave i shout " hey frank, can i ask you something?", i point out some items on belt "how come the black ones are three dollars and the regular ones are closer to ten?" all three of us chuckle. he points out the white ones come with an extra shirt and purse.. a shirt and purse? a shirt too small to fit a mouse and a purse that can barely hold a marble? is that whats responsible for almost triple-ing the value? yea sure buddy.

be patient or my dad wiil kick your ass

As many of you may know, I've sent in my resume for a job in Afghanistan. For those of you who disagree, its ultimately my choice, and none of your business. I'm in a particular situation emotionally and financially that i wouldn't expect anyone to understand. my mind is set, and if given the opportunity, I'm ready to take full advantage.

i woke up around nine this morning. dehydrated with a mild headache. i had a hand full of beers last night, and watched adventureland til about two thirty. at the moment it seemed like a good idea. this morning, not so much. Regardless of my condition, i have a prior commitment in mind. GET MY PASSPORT ASAP. so far, in the past two days I've frequented 2 post offices, twice! I've been scrambling around and they've been no help. This morning again, i pull in to the post office, hoping the passport department would be open. could you guess a no go? they then directed me to another post office on the other side of town (remember I've been in corpus Christi about six months). "near the oil rigs" he said. i remember confusing the brightly lit oil rigs for the skyscrapers downtown. that was the only time I've been on that side of town, one night on the way back from Austin. the weather hasn't been exactly highway friendly this month. its been a south Texans version of cold (about 50 degrees), and wet all over. Fog, Rain, and the cold wasn't gonna stop me. i was on a hunt for the nueces bay post office. i have potentially $100k riding on it, so you can see, i wouldn't normally wake up that early on my day off.

i pull into the post office (yeah i found it pretty quick). anyone my age is either in college, work, or getting their daily dosage of REM in their warm beds. Needless to say I'm the only one under 90. i open the door and hold it open for some elderly ladies to slowly enter. patience is really a virtue, i learned that from my dad. i find a sign. It says "PASSPORTS ROOM 184" with a huge arrow pointing down the hall (I'm guessing they get that asked often). i find the room. its an office of course, travel posters on the wall as well as the many many requirements for a passport. i find a sign in sheet. i sign in. there is one name above mine, and not a human in sight. no employees nor customers. on the desk was another sign, something about an important meeting going on on the other side of the wall and to be quite. i stand around a bit and spot some literature. As i searched i was amazed at the various genres of magazines they had. Kristen Stuart and Robert Pattison were on the cover of BAZAAR. I'm so sick of that teeni bopper induced saga. Kristen is pretty hot though.

its been ten minutes and my patience is diminishing. my soul was the only presence in that half of the building. i walk over to the postal side and kindly let yet another elderly woman in front of me in line. Even though i didn't have a package and i just needed to ask a question i calmly waited. I've learned that as a customer you have to let the employees finish, in return. you'll receive better service. plus i don't need someone to make it any harder for me, because i put them in a bad mood. as the line finishes i waited till she was ready, greeted her and ask "Excuse me ma'am, is the passport department closed?". "no sweetie," she says "just take a seat in the office after the first room, he should be back already". i smile, nod, and thank her before i head to where i came from.

There are now two souls in the office including myself. He is a very light complected man, mid forties maybe. Hes sitting at his desk on the phone, it reminds me of the way my dad sounds when we talk over the phone. to my surprise, hes speaking fluent Spanish. i have no idea why these things surprise me, I'm white and I speak Spanish. He acknowledges me, and i wait some more. when he finishes he calls me in. "what can i do for you?" he asks. his tone is soft and calm. "I'm looking into getting a passport sir, as soon as possible" i confess. he pulls out a sheet of paper with the many many and specific requirements i talked about earlier."you're gonna need these here, and it comes out to this" pointing at the price. i admitted i didn't have all the requirements and that id be having to leave pretty soon maybe not in time for the passport to arrive via snail mail. He looks at me very calmly "that's not a problem, let me show you some different options" he flips over the requirement page and starts jotting things down. he goes on, switching from booklets, to the Internet to my application and back. hes so full of information its hard to keep up, and my microscopic attention span doesn't help any. i do my best to focus on what he is saying, in hopes he doesn't think I'm wasting his time. i cant repeat exactly what he said but he was really showing me some insider points. it turns out, more money=faster process=faster delivery, who would of guessed you could pay off the government to hurry the fuck up. He also informed me about the passport center in Houston, which is only three-four hours away, not only charges the minimum but gets the passport the same day. WOW this fucker is gooood.

Back to my first problem, my birth certificate is back home (the pocket one), regardless, i need the full sized one. he said i could chance it with the pocket one, but my mom is a resident not a citizen, and i don't need anymore delays. its been days of driving, calling and waiting lots of waiting. he pulls out yet another tab on the Internet, you need to talk to the county clerk. DING.(side note: years ago i worked at the hidalgo county's purchasing department, part of my job was to daily retrieve the county clerks signature on loads of paperwork beyond my imagination or care.)
"say, could you get the number for the purchasing department?"i asked. he slightly tilted his head, confused, like an obedient indoor pet. he responds "you have to get it from the county clerk". i tell him " i know, but i used to work at purchasing and everyone is well connected there". as if it was the last piece to a 1000 piece puzzle, his confusion vanished and his head reset to proper posture. "oh i see, you have some friends there" he clicks on the purchasing department link. i can only remember the receptionists name Tanya, because we spent alot of time flirting in her office. to my luck, on loads the names and phone numbers of the ENTIRE staff. the phone rings, and as he talks to whoever is calling, i glued myself to the monitor. the names all too familiar. going one by one reminiscing both their faces, and their offices. i couldn't believe they're all still there. well i guess getting $25/hr to sit in an office from 8-5 Mon-Fri shuffling through paperwork when the boss passed by (pretending to work) plus med, dent, vision, 401k and a retirement plan is not something you'd wanna leave.
hes of the phone now and before i could ask for a printout, he gets up walks to printer and hands it to me. WOW this fucker is gooooood. i almost tip him. i gathered my paperwork, overly thanked him and was on my way.

on the way back home i miss my exit, but find my way to fast food joint. damn I'm starving. the manager is nice, the clerk is nice, overall this has turned out to be indeed a good morning. i get on the phone "is Tanya available?" i ask the anonymous voice on the other end. "one second please", click.....click "Purchasing, this is Tanya, how can i help you?"

we caught up a bit, i explained my situation and without hesitation she offered her help. needless to say IM FEELING FUCKING GREAT. things are good. i wonder if there is a god, cause Ive been so blessed this morning.

anyways ill keep you posted. that's where I'm at so far. things are good, i think i can even smell the hot afghani sand irritating my face..........

macs work in mysterious ways

hello again,

i am happy to report that my new/old comp is working 100% how i need it to. just like that, from one minute to the next, sound was working,:D

i dont know what possessed it or why, but im glad to say that im now watching pirated movies and learning music from my peeps on youtube (just as i planned).

things are much better now, and i dont have to stay indoors trying to fix it straight outta work. so sorry for the posts before hand. i was in a shitty mood therefore posting shitty blogs. but im enlightened now and youll be reading better material. thanks a bunch for reading. im GUNTIZZ and ill keep you posted,,,

still needing tech help.. and im a tech:(

its has been and official 24 hours since ive owned my mac, 6 of which ive stifled through internet forums trying to find a cure for my disease. And yes, thank you for asking, i still have audio blue balls. ive called 1800 my apple three times, which in my opinion should might as well be 1800WEREWORTHLESS, cause i didnt get anywhere with them. i was on hold longer than i was with an actual representavive, and when i was they were efficient in making sure i wasnt under warranty. those fuckers are so quick to start charging over the phone. yea ok, im more than sure you can help me POS justin from apple. i even found an article on the apple.com/support. ON THE APPLE WEBSITE!!. its like they know their products are fucked but they still need someone to pay the guy on the phone. all the revenue from the almost luxurious, high priced, trillion dollar company cant pay for his help.

at this point ive given up. ive messaged the prick who i bought it from and he says he had no problems at all. i quote "zero problems" before i became owner. theres no way to tell. im running out of options. either toss this POS out the window, or pay more for help. i dont wanna pay more. i just paid 300+ to get it here. i expected it to be 100% and now i have to pay more to get it 100%. i dont think this is fair. and ill no longer be buying electronics on ebay. this is not what i signed up for. Do you agree? i mean WTF?

wheres my sound?

hey fuckers,

i havent written in a while. not cause i havent had anything to say but because i flat out suck.

today my mac mini came in. ive been expecting before the weekend began. so getting out of work , i warped speed to my apt. i headed straight to the office (the package was not gonna fit in the mailbox). Front doors flung open like an old western saloon and theres Gunty, feet aligned at shoulder width, hands by the seems shaping guns, facing downward. "WHERES MY PACKAGE??" i (grunt and) whisper loudly. the apartment manager and her assistant managers look at me and laugh. "theres nothing here for you" theyre familiar with my antics,"now sit down and shut up" and the western scene is no longer cloaking reality. " awe dont lie to me, ive been waiting since thursday" i whined. "you can check the closet if you want" i hear behind me after i opened the closet.

"uh lets see here... nop, no, no , no way, wonder whats that, nop, nop.
where is my damn package? stupid snail mail" i grunt and organized the boxes i nosed through. all three ladies laugh at my misery. an unsuccesful attempt to prove them wrong. one of them walks over to me and with a big giggly smile and says "look! UPS is here" refusing believe her (it was half past five) i shout " DONT TAUNT ME WOMEN! its bad enough ive been paying for internet, and i dont even have a computer" they laugh. "no seriously theres a truck outside" i peep.[gasps] my eyes widen and my mood is quickly flipped from south to north. i was out the door and bearly gave the mailman a chance to get off the truck. "2205, 2205, is that package for 2205?" i repeat following him into the office.
walking in, the office is still laughing at me since i darted out."delivery for mr. cavazos" said the brown uniformed man mildly ignoring me. one of the managers says "thats him, he can go ahead and sign"
i didn t wait for him to accept the request and relieved him of the box.
merry christmas to me!:D


to my dismay.. i still havent been able to get the sound to work 100%.
i hooked it up to my 42" LCD and i can play i tunes but nothing on the web. this infuriates me. my main focus on the computer (among other things i dont have yet because ive owned it for about half an hour) is YOUTUBE.
i fuckin love youtube. silly peoples from all over the world. you make me happy. but if i cant hear you im left with audio blue balls. and for those whe dont know, any type of
blue balls = bad
WTF
if you can help
please let me know.

im not the most tech savvy person in the world, and i havent owned a mac for almost six months. it has to be a simple setting, because the cables working perfectly fine.