Laser Tag With Mi Amigos

This Sunday That just passed was a boring day. There was absolutley nothing to do after the breast cancer walk. All I did was go home and sleep on my couch when I was done. My friend Manny Calls me and asks me whether or not I am going to the laser tag event at 7:00 with the courtyard. Anyone who lives on campus was welcomed to go. So I went. We played three rounds. The first round was exciting. It involved two teams. The red team and the blue team. As the first round begains They play the soundtrack of All the Horror Movies. and My friend Pete and I were hiding behind the wall and we were "Snipers" and as I pull away to tell Pete something I guy in a mask goes in front of my and I scream, Flip tover to the floor and head to the exit. End of story. The other two rounds my team one. But the first round of laser tag was one I will never forget.

Home Sick

It's funny how I only live right across the bridge, in brooklyn, yet I haven't been home in about a month. Last night I was watching T.V., Fliping through the channels until I saw a show they were giving on the the CW (Channel 11) It was the show "Smallville" which is about clark kents years as a teen and how becomes superman. This was a show that me and my sister always watched together. And no matter what we were doing at 7:55 we would get in front of the T.V. and wait until the show would start. This little ritual so to speak was what triggered me being home sick. I started to miss my house and the people it involves. I started to miss my mother. I miss her home cook meals, and all the repeatative questions she would ask like " how was your day? or How was School?" She would ask this question at least ten times a day. Or how my father would act when he would see me. He would come home at 8 or 9 o clock. Looks at me and says how was your day. He would also said things like how are the girlfirends? Than once he gets settled and sits down in the livving room to watch T.V. I would always join Him. Once I sit we always speak about school, the news, life, love life, cars and friends. He truly is my best friend. the one thing that I miss the most is the sarcastic and childish jokes he would make. things like When I Say " You Lie" (which I say really fast and sounds like I'm saying July) He says "no August" LOL, See I told you it was corny and childish. All I know is that I miss My family and the home they created for my sister and I.

License, No More...

On October 17th was such a sad day for me. For get the fact the Encounter death on more than one occasion, But Today was the day that I had to surrender my license to the Department of Motor Vehicle. The reason for me submitting my license is because of my father. Being that the first car accident that was in on Oct, 1st was my fault and my first real accident, in order for my father to decrease its car insurance payment (because it increased by $500) I had to surrender my license and not be able to drive. I’ve been driving for three years but I feel powerless now that I don’t have a license anymore. I know its only for like a couple of months but I still want to be able to know that I can drive anyone if they are in need of a driver. I know I am not a expert but I still believe that I am a decent driver. I’ve driven to so many places within the three years I’ve been driving. I’ve driven to Florida, Connecticut, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland, North and South Carolina, Delaware, Virginia and Georgia. All I know is that I miss my License So much and I can’t wait to be on the road again.

Car Accident #2

I don’t know whether or not my luck ran out for a minute or making a bad judgment call on my instincts was the worst thing to do. All I know is that when you get a into a car accident that is 2 weeks apart from another car accident my personal way of thinking changes completely. Also its one thing for you to be in an accident and be understanding of what happen especially when you were in control, but when you’re the passenger all you can do is gasp for air and just see the outcome. It was a rainy Thursday, at 8:30. My friends and I went in two cars. In one car it was my friends Anthony, Vinny, Corrie and frank. And in the other car it was me, Andy and Daquan. We were on the New Jersey turnpike heading south to Philadelphia. The weather was horrific. It was raining so much that the visibility of the road was hard to see. My friend Andy was driving, and as we were approaching the Number 5 exit of the Turnpike, all of a sudden as we change into the third lane and as we progress for about five miles, Andy lost control and we smashed in to the divider. At first we swerved and the front of his truck got destroyed and as we were swerving the back of the truck scrapped along the divider and we came to a complete stop.
I had nothing to say and I had no idea what happening until we came to the stop. It’s a very scary thing to not be in control to something that could have been prevented or being able to handle the situation a little better than with what really happened. I just glad that everything turned out ok. We didn’t get back to campus until 10:30 in the morning the next day. I just glad no one got hurt and we were all ok. All I know is that for now on, I am going to listen to my instincts no matter what.

Que Es Un "Memoir"

The official deffinition of a memoir is a written work that recollects something important about the author's life. funny thing about this is that its not really like an autobiography. The difference between both are as follows:
-An autobiography is detail of a person's life from beginning to end.
-A memoir are just speciefic details of one life. Memoirs are written to capture significant moments in the writer's past experiences.
I haven't read any recent memiors but I feel that maybe there will be some good ones that I Can enjoy. I guess in a way our first assignment in class was like a memoir. we were able to recollect information about our favorite place. maybe, maybe not.

Monday October 1st, 2007

Monday October 1st, 2007 was the day that I made a mistake. I don’t remember what I was thinking. All I Remember hearing my friend’s voice saying “Eddie!” Than I just came back to reality and hit the car in front of me. I didn’t know what I was going to do. But of course I did the right thing, we exchange information and we waited for the proper authorities. I told them what happened and now its waiting game in regards to insurance payments. Also I feel the need of getting a job and trying to fix the problem so I can at least show my parents that I’m responsible. But I have about 3 months to save up the money to fix that car and at least show that I can do it. I don’t know though. My parents are very disappointed in me and I don’t feel too comfortable with that idea. I know that the still love me and love the fact that I’m ok. But I’m never going to hear the end of this. I am trying so hard. So hopefully things work out.