its five am somewhere

somethings up, im up. its 5:03 in the morning. i cant sleep and ive been increasingly nocturnal for months. this becoming a bad routine. However, an optimist consider it preperation for a soon coming time shift. either way, you can cut the anxiety with a knife. i was fired last week or so, its hard to tell, the days are mushed together. the first time i get fired, coupon fraud is what they called it, and i dont give two fucks.. oh well, the company is going through a joint merger, which means layoffs and i milked what i needed. now, each employee must reapply and give a urine sample to this step-father company. i think i might be able to get away with saying i was part of the layoffs in 2010. im back on vacation and since my ticket to london is already reserved for sep, all i can do is wait. good thing i got that passport. Life is funny, a chain of random events. no one told me id be left behind in corpus, make a new roommate which influenced my passport, then turn into a watered down van wilder in austin which led to meeting international students and would decided to check out a different neighborhood.

coming soon.. london, uk :D

first theyre sour then theyre sourer

today, my only role in the municipal parks great ecosystem was official mosquito feeding grounds. i was still recovering a hangover when i was jumped exaggeratedly by hundreds of tiny douche skeeters. bug spray you say? no sir, at least not whithin reach. any skin that might be showing on a hot summer evening was bumpy, irritated and itchy. embarrassing, yes. i would still say it twas a good day, regardless of the two huge spiderwebs i managed to get myself into or the mass amounts of malaria being destroyed inside me. disgustobugs!

theres no turning around now.

i bought the best fitting shorts in my history of shopping. white plaid over soft brown cover the garment. cargo shorts. six total pockets. buttoned, for extra security. belt included. sweet, i was in need of a new belt. thin lightweight material, easily stored. almost perfect for traveling and low-waist butt-jeans type too. a steal at 12.99. You'd almost never tell they were found in the childrens section. i couldnt believe it myself. comrad isabel picked out the kids size 20 at ross yesterday. i remember where the love was found.. outside the fittin rooms.

damn its been a while since my last post, my apologies.
movin on.
its official. its coming up. its happening.

backpacking europe!

no turning back now. my ticket is bought. my seats reserved. my minds set.
time to live off of a twenty-five pound backpack for the rest of this phase.

i also created a new skype account. its going to help so much during my travels..
izz.ra

sick day nay say

did ya heer thad boys?
hes got immunidies!

i hate it when my nose is clogged and my boogies are trying to make a run for it. there goes stupid gravity again. sweaty headache, irritated raspy throat, phlegm coughs, super hot and super cold, not to mention bed bound..
ah! the misery and demise. stupid immunities, dont you know i dont have any medicine? but i do have Bacardi 151. i took a shot and came to school. distilled alcohol might do the trick, i mean it spreads through my body in my blood. 75% pure ethanol, how else can i kill the bad germs inside me? and heck, if one isnt enough ill take a few more and see what happens. the way i see it, i should feel better either way.
why are we so vulnerable as humans? its 2010 for god sakes, arent we supposed to develop a cure by now? at least make it cheaper to get better. you can touch your phone and talk to your car, but if you go out looking for a cold, the better part of your week is completely fucking ruined.

Narly Fest.. Mauhn

cool calm and collective ...and stoned!

the lines were excruciatingly long. definitely the traffic would be smoother if the event had been anything else. An hour and a half and we only made it 3 miles. for me, before i made it in, it took an extra forty-five minutes at the ATM. whereat i met a very interesting couple. their names escape me, however they'd be really hard to miss. the guy was white, about 6'-6'2 covered in tattoos as if they provided warmth in Alaska (including neck and head). he had any piercing you've ever heard of and many you haven't including silicon implants. something you see straight out of Ripleys or the Guinness world book. his girl was a little shorter, European decent, dreadlocks pouring out her beanie. equally strange, both with split tongues and matching piercings. we chatted a bit and they invited me into some insight of they're lifestyle. it was nice to meet them. not something you see everyday, unless of course your them.

moving on to the event..

more than a reggae festival it was a marihuana smoke festival. imagine yourself inside an ant hill. swarms upon swarms of fellow peers and smoke. even though you didn't know them, just being shoulder to shoulder, with a popular subculture in common, it felt like you did. using the word crowded is an understatement. tents upon fog infested tents, there was soo many people. thousands! it took baby steps, but i made my way through the tents onto the masses on a soggy muddy floor. i arrived to our picnic spot i guess you could say. sitting with one of my good friends Mauro who came to visit from college station. we sat, and smoked, and watched everything around us. it felt good to be in public, in peace. APD watched but did nothing. as far as i know, nothing went wrong. we spent hours present in the atmosphere. walking around, looking around. mirrored squinted eyes left to right. consumers from all over Texas.
it started to sprinkle which meant it was time to go. the drowsy crowds flooded the streets.
it was a definite eye opener. i wouldn't expect to be a part of a modern Woodstock. made public here in Austin. it makes me wonder where else they hold events like these. And how long its gonna take for marijuana to become legalized. Or at least decriminalized.
one small joint for stoner, one giant hope for stoner kind.

Crossing place

heres a bit of clarity brought to you by the CP.



make a lot of money, the say,
get a big house, they say,
dont you want a nice car?

sure, i guess.. i mean, it wouldnt hurt.
however, thats not really what im looking to get out of life.
its not about the money. luxuries erode. its the lifetime experiences
that can never taken away.
i dont mind living poor as shit, As long as im living.



ENOUGH DEEP SHIT

its time for some fun..

back to school...

back to school i say.

sorry mom, i know how bad you want me to go to college, but its bar tending for me.
it may not seem like much, to anyone, to me its a big deal. you know how growing up you dreamed of being a "rock star"? Ive officially made it my goal, and i am grown up... somewhat. Im applying myself one thousand percent. in my vision, i see remote bars, clubs, and tropical paradises. Famed cities in the desert to ones with the tallest skyscrapers, to beaches each with its own unique sparkling waters, to overseas and on. domestic and foreign tongues. traveling the world with an ever growing network of friends and acquaintances. and best of all, ill be getting paid. Im not asking for much. an experience is all i look for. these past thirty odd days Ive been all over Texas. the time to break free is fast approaching. no matter what it takes, ill make it happen.

psuedo student

at this very moment im writing to you from tutoring room somewhere in the engineering rooms UT Austin. ive been here since mar 6 and been living the "student life". heavily practicing the art of depriving myself from sleep. Eating as close to free as possible, even if it means sacrificing taste and a settled stomach. Ive walked more these past two days than i have in months.
with yet a source of income, my funds are steadily decreasing by the hour. Ive toyed with the thought of becoming a male prostitute, but i figured the supply is greater than the demand (and its illegal dude, don do it!). i look forward to the future. i see my potential, all i need to do is to find someone else who does.

march 4th
more like four in the morn of the fifth.



reporting to you live:
i know, its been a while.
all i can say is..

time flies, ke no?
it feels like the movies, everything speeding up around me. everyones growing, including you.
BAM, beard all of a sudden. true story. it happened to me.
recently ive stumbled upon some old footage. years definitely.
investing in a camcorder was an excellent idea . so much memories, and so much more to come.
its such a such a fast time to live in, i cant afford to miss out on my most valuable piece of history.



ive been keeping busy. a week and a half, and i dont think ive slept before three am.
the sogg on the socks, that've been in use for the past forty eight odd hours.
the steel ring inconveniently hooked to my sore lip.
the stale bandanna that's brought up controversy, friends family and bouncers alike.
the droop in the eyes across the mirror, you could almost say nocturnal.
the constant battle with the cold. chap stick, awaiting duty, deep in a coat pocket.
this is my vacation. my deep breathe has been taken, its time to get out and explore!. again.

if everything goes good, in less than a week ill arrive in Austin. shorts on, shades on, bicycle on the trunk, a back back filled with whatever i can stuff in it, duffel bag with cloths, and a new attitude. i consider this the social networking opportunity of the decade. this time i wont be so under pressure.

anyways. its fucking late.

benbriones.com

not only is he a good friend but a great photographer.theres some great pic i recommend you see (even though theres none of me)
it takes seconds, check it out.

My frustrations have started off 2010 in shit. or shall i say vise versa. Its dawned on me' this is getting worse. first iv had trouble sleeping. i struggle trying to keep up with my thoughts' as if they lead me somewhere. ive pretty much lost all ability to get rest. I now rely on two tablets of a high dosage sleepaid or an overflowing mouthful of therma flu. Its january' and im not in the car id hope id be in by this time. nor do i have anything to show for it