The Land of Sand, Hills, Earth Quakes, and smells of Pee Pee

Lets catch up. An uneventful week turned eventful at the end. I left off on a note of Mark and his birthday and left off on a sour personal note within. By no means towards Mark. It lied within my perspective of my personal and physical situation. I wasn't ready to let go. I was just not willing or able to release Boise and all who sail with it. I still have not, but I have made a good start. The beginning of the week was as mentioned a slow start. A platter of SLOW with a side of frustration dippin sauce. Most of it was from my school and a bit came from some food or stress bug that had me barfing and pooping all morning like a member of Shady Acres retirement home. I was in the dark with my school. No classes yet and the ever growing loss of confidence in the program had me shaken. Mentally I was a wreck. No matter how much I talked with my family and some friends no comfort. Just an seeming unending loop of sour lolly pops and stubbed toes. I wanted answers and I wasn't listening to my self. I cater to the fact of my patience and at times I let it get the best of me. I often play it safe to observe and make my move when I have calculated the risks. It was time to make a move. I scheduled a sit down meeting with the head of the school/guy to mentor me in film, my father, and yours truly. Which would end up taking place on Saturday morning. Feeling stuck I had to escape. I donned a semi nice attire ad hit the streets to search for jobs and occupy my brain. Looking back I think I had reached my breaking point. The breaking point of living in a HUGE city and talking to no one day after day. I needed to go engage and if all else failed bullshit some people and catch a buzz. I first headed down to the Jewelry District to relieve my mind. Its fun to walk block after block and see nothing but bums and jewelry shops. Its so bazaar that 4 or so square blocks is nothing but gems, crack, and random things on fire. Its a great stress reliever. Some times you must remind your self that you are better than other people. I have no shame in that last thought. I first went to a Whiskey bar by the name of The Seven Grand. I had been there before with my sister and enjoyed the place in a way that made me think of Bittercreek. Just that weaving thought of, "this place resembles my personality, aside from the Douche". I stopped and talked with the large doorman before I entered and he seemed pleased to talk. Must a say nice guy. I'll get back to him. I went up to a five o'clock bar filled with about seven early off business men. What good timing to mooch for a job. I talked with a bartender by the name of Pedro who resembled MJK in the days of CADD(just look it up). He was a nice guy who continued to repeat over and over that the place was not hiring. I understood this but I heard it a few more times. He did how ever let me in on a good list of bars in the downtown that might be hiring and if not are definitely worth checking out for some fun. I took notes, gave thanks, crop dusted, and left. On the way out I stopped and chatted again with the door guy. Once again friendly fellow. Its nice to meet good or at least seemingly good people. I headed towards the first bar on my list that happened to be on 6th and Grand, so a block away and in route to my house. The place is called Casey's. Its another Irish Pub attempt. I don't mean to degrade at all but I think as long as I live Irish Pub knock offs will be hokey. I kinda understand how themed bars get started and I understand Tiki bars and their effects after WWII but I just don't see then grand idea in setting up Irish themed Pubs. I understand the notion its Irish so I can get Fucked Up here. However the rest that follows is a little over the head. Anywho, I stopped in a chatted with a cute pink haired and tattooed hostess for a bit, got the scoop, and decided enough. Place seemed interesting I would return another date. It was Tuesday. My father was in Vegas, and I had a hankering to get a drink. I walked towards my house and stopped in Nick and Steffs (for the last time I might add I promis) to get a drink. Once again tool bag bartender, skimpy pours on overpriced drinks, and lame environment. I don't know why I went there. Any way totally lame. A waste of money for 3oz of booze. I lost my push for a buzz. I went home. However I kept drinking. I killed 6 beers or so talked on the phone for ever with C and went to bed early. This concluded Tuesday. Knock Knock Knock, Knock Knock Knock. That's all I heard as I awoke at 4:30 AM. However it was all in my head, which was pounding! An actual drumming and knocking sound rang through my head. I felt sick all over. I wont go into the messy details buts lets get it out there. It was messy. I hurt for hours. I laid stirring and churning on the couch until 11:30 AM. I watched a couple hours of I want to work for Diddy and all of Missing In Action, starring Obamma's best choice for a running mate Chuck Norris. Only I watched it muted. For I have seen this film so many times I needed no dialog just the moving images. God how I love that film. Using that as a lame form of medication it was time to up the dose and relieve the pain with some TLC from MOM. It helped, we talked for a while both sharing the listening and conversing. Some of my frustration with school and life started to seep through in the talk. I was so glad when she said it was a beautiful day and she needed to get to her gardening. It was just what I needed. To get outside and not feel sick. I gave one last big puke of fruit punch Gatoraid, Showered, and headed to the YMCA. I went and lifted, forced myself to go through with the big effort lifting day. I felt a lot better after that. I really put out a lot of frustration and negative energy. Feeling refreshed and refreshing my self with a rinse in the pool I started my plan of attack for the day. I went to get a hair cut. All because someone I did not know was forced to talk to me. I must say I think I went off in that chair. It was so nice to talk to someone. I even shared with the woman why I decided to get my hair cut. Leaving with my ears lowered and stomach empty it was time for lunch. I headed to Casey's to give it a go for some lunch. A good choice. I entered and took a seat towards the end of the bar two seats down from a heavy set tattooed woman. I sat quietly pretending to be interested in the soccer game on TV and listened in on her conversation with the bartender. I discovered she worked there. I concluded this would be an easy person to talk with. Boy was I right. I made a side comment about the show Dexter which happened to be their conversation at hand and I was in. They continued to talk with me after the TV show conversation dried up. I was so happy. I was talking to people let alone people with similar interests. Well to save a long winded story I'll sum it up with I sat there for five drinks, about 3 1/2 hours of convo, three new friend typeish people, and the first solid conversation I had in a month. By the close of the afternoon they were all asking if I had interest in working there. I have a way with people. :) I was leaving and I ran into the hostess from the night before and talked with her for about ten minutes. She gave me her number and told me she would be my friend. I felt so cheesy by that point. I wasn't sure what was going on now. Was I wearing an I'm lonely sign around my neck? No worries I can spot awkward fake sides pretty quick. I left with a renewed energy and frankly for the first time in a while couldn't wait for what the next day would bring. Thursday wasn't much let me say that. Friday was a day of sitting around and waiting. That evening my pops, sister and I went to the Angels game. That game was awesome! We ate dinner in the Angles dugout club type restaurant. Food was really good. Once again 9 rows back from homeplate and a great game with a comeback win in the bottom of the 9th concluded by a walk off home run! You don't see those too much and I got to see one live. The game was followed up by a great firework show. That was really rad too. All in all it was a great evening. Saturday would bring my meeting with school, college football, and a unexpected evening of night life. My dad and I walked to the school and sat down for two hours to discuss what is really going on. I got tons answered; took an aggressive approach and came out feeling really good again. I had grown very tired and once again, frustrated over the past four weeks. So little had happened and I could feel myself loosing focus. I shared with both of them how I have done a lot in terms of preparing my self for what is at stake here in the past four years. I had finally made a move in the direction I feel I want to take in life. It was killing me to sit in idle when I feel ready to run with it. I displayed that it was a mental move for me and I had geared myself to be in school and use my mind (hence the photo). I got a really good picture of what going to take place. After the meeting I went down to Casey's once again to watch the first half of the USC vs. Ohio State game. It was lame down there. Tons of Ugly Spoiled Children. I had a great seat on the end of the Bar with a great view of a TV and the Douchary. On arrival I noticed one thing that was going to make my afternoon difficult. I was wearing a Cleveland Indians baseball cap. In bar none the less 1/2 way filled with fans of Ohio sports. Immediately I was greeted by an obese Hispanic and his buddy. They asked my what my hat meant as far as who I was cheering for. I am no dummy and said USC. However I hate both teams so I went with the home town team only to make peace at hand. Those guys soon turned into three and were some rad drunk dudes. They bought the two drinks I had while I was talking with them and went on there way right at the beginning of the game. Then the bar turned into mediocre chicks and not sure which adj. best describes so I'll use both "Tool/Douche Bags"!! I watched a shit show in regards to the game and the bar. It was slammed and everyone was getting tanked! I left at half time with a promise to some of the employees that I might be back down later. I watched the second half of the USC game and most of the Fresno game at home with my dad and wasn't planning on returning to the bar that evening until one of the bar tenders I had met called to tell me I payed however I left my card and they had it behind the bar. I took it as a reason and excuse to go back down there. When I arrived at the place I was let right in with out an ID check by none other than the bouncer I had met from the other bar. I stopped and talked with him for a few and ended up talking to another employee who invited me to sit with her and drink at the bar. I obliged and the night took off from there. I met a lot of people, had a lot to drink, and didn't pay a dime. I took shots with the manager, made fun of drunk Ohio fans, and had a ton of fun. I ended up going to an after party with the employee's and crashed out there for the evening. The next morning was dedicated to the night before as far as body pain went. Must say, it was nice to have a hang over, made me feel a part of Boise. What ensued that afternoon in my thoughts was interesting. I feel I turned a corner. I actively went out and pursued meeting people. I was an outsider tagging along with people I didn't know and I just went with the flow. It was something I was afraid of doing. I physically let go of Boise and by no means have let go mentally but it was interesting to let go for an evening. I awoke in a neighborhood I did not know, sat on a front porch recalling the night before with people I didn't really know, and through all my pours took in the beginning of my new chapter. I'm not saying that I found a new social group. Far from. I had hit a mental switch. No one and Nothing is waiting for me. You must make the moves in life. The couch wont bring you anything except a closed mind set. A feeling of rejuvenation is creeping in. I feel ready to really tackle this town. Well after a visit to Boise this weekend of course...