Journal Entry

I’ve Always wanted to dedicate a section of this site to my journal entries. I decided against it since there are many personal things I don’t really want to share with people I know. I felt a bit bold today, so I decided to post a part of one of my journal entries I am currently writing.

The Vault

I’ve done the whole club scene when I was younger. (God, that line makes me feel really old. =\ ) But I have. I have said time and time again that I wouldn’t set foot inside another club again unless it was a close friends birthday celebration. I’d prefer to go to a bar, or even a lounge.

Clubs tend to over price their non-strong drinks, have drunk ass people spill shit all over you, and be completely over crowded. If you like this scene, fine by me! To each their own. How did I end up at the club you may ask? Well here’s my story.

I attended my Cousins Kid’s birthday party. Drinks were had, more drinks were had, followed by food and more drinks. I didn’t want to over drink since I was driving the parentals back home.

My friend Jessica hit me up late in the afternoon asking if I wanted to go out. Planning happened and Nessy and Jessica ended up picking me up. We swung by to pick up Karilo and Victor and off we went! Victor screamed at Jessica as she was about to kill a pedestrian walking in the street, which startled her. She screamed at Vic and I found this Hilarious. So did victor as we both sat in the back seat giggling like little girls mocking what had just happened.

When we arrived I saw the place we were headed to and there was a huge line. I knew T that instant we had to pay. Call me naive, but when she told me we were going to The Vault, I thought it was some dive bar. Luckily she knew or was related to the DJ and apparently all we had to do was say, “We love DJ Scream!!” (although we kept saying, ‘We live Ice Cream!’) luckily we didn’t have to say anything and Jessica worked her magic and we got these -get in for free- tokens!

We went ahead of all the people in line and got in for free! I did get patted down by a heavyset security guard who I believed fondled me a bit. I ordered a drink, which was overpriced. $12 fucking bucks for a whiskey sour! Now, my go to bar has them for $4 AND they are fucking strong! I knew that would be my only drink, but I decided to put my club feeling aside and just go with it and have a good time.

Now I know I may not be a catch, but many of the people there looked like fucking rats! Anywho, I danced the night away to random fog being blown across the dance floor to some repetitive music.

Once we decide to head out, we saw this gal fall on the floor. I’m talking about legs up in the air as her whole back was later against the nasty ass wet floor. We laughed, headed out and decide to meet Jessica’s cousin at iHop. We decided not to stay so we headed back to the car.

We dropped off Vic, and went back to HP. I was still hungry and Nessy said we should just get Tommy’s as they all wanted to have the Hershey squirts the next day. So we went, saw some prostitutes dancing by a car in the parking lot and then went home.

I had fun. It was a good Saturday night. Although, I am ready to hit my dive bar as I feel I cheated on her with last nights outing.

James Dean

James Dean. The rebel. The icon. A legend. By far one of my favorite actors to ever grace the screen. I wonder how much he would have accomplished if it were not for that fatal car accident in Cholame, California.

On a whim years ago, I went to visit the fatal car crash site where he had died. I had gone with my neighbor to buy some comics and driving home we joked about going. At that time, my interest in Jimmy had emerged again and I was having marathons of his films. We joked how we were going to just take off and go visit the site since there was a monument erected in his honor and we had always wanted to see it in person. We didn’t even go home. We just picked up his friend last minute and took off!

We drove north from Los Angeles until we finally reached our destination: Cholame. There is a small little diner next to where the monument is placed. We decided to take pictures and head inside to eat.

The monument itself has shown the wear of time. Numbers are missing, but it’s still standing after many decades. Once we went inside the diner, we noticed how homely it was. There were many magazine articles, pictures, and a reprint of the newspaper showcasing the story of his death. We weren’t too hungry, so we bought coffee and some “homemade” pie. Upon eating the pie, we noticed that it had a very familiar taste. It took a while but Kidvic’s (my neighbor) friend finally realized it tasted like Jell-O pudding. Home-made my ass!!

We bought a few souvenirs and decided to head back home soon. Driving home I saw a road sign that had Jimmy’s name on it. I pulled over because I just HAD to take a picture.

Content with finally going to this location, we headed back home.

I’m glad I was able to visit this monument in person. It was surreal knowing that I was near the same place that Jimmy died over 50 years ago. His legacy lives on now in film and in his iconic quotes still used to this day. He truly did live fast and died young.

Time For A Change….?

For quite some time I’ve been debating whether I should keep an actual journal or just blog about my thoughts here. As much as I want to be open about certain things I have on my mind, sometimes I have second thoughts about it. Not that they are bad or anything, but there are some things I just want to not completely share with everyone.

At the same time though, I also want to write some more. Nothing like a book or stories, but just do some more writing in general and a journal seems like the perfect thing to satisfy this urge.

I do feel it’s easier to just type on a keyboard and hit the submit button, but I have always wanted to keep a journal and I always say I want to do certain things and I never do. Maybe it’s time I try and commit myself to try it out. The more I think of it the more lazy I feel I would get in actually writing in it.

Anywho, we all have things on our mind, but recently I’ve been really focusing on a couple of things that have begun bugging me a bit. Things I want to mull over and come back to at a later time because the answer is not something I can come up with right away.

I’m in my last year of my mid-twenties (god….. time is just flying by so fast!) and it’s kind of scary. Friends are having kids and starting families, and I’m so happy for them! I feel like they are my kids by association. Take a look at lil Robbie, a gorgeous future stud in the making:

I LOVE This little boy to death!!

I still don’t feel my age though. I still don’t feel like I’m ready for that step in my life right now. Heck, I’m still single!!! Having a kid right now would have me skip a few steps and I ain’t ready for that, yet!

I don’t feel my age. I feel like I’m still in my early twenties. I’m having fun, enjoying life and am happy where I am. I know I’m growing as a person as I experience things in this life. That’s the thing, growing up is something we all must face whether we want to or not. I feel like I’m in a stable place in my life right now and I’m ready for something new. Change is coming…. I can feel it and I am ready to welcome it when it comes.

Wow, this totally went somewhere I did not intend!