--Originally Posted January 25th 2006 on Myspace --
This is a re-cap of my night last night. Hope it makes some sense!
Ok so I went outside to light a small fire lastnight, just after dark. I had it goin pretty good, and threw one more pieve of paper in it just to be sure..hehe...(I love fire, controlled fire that is).
Next thing I know I am inside, I HAVE NO IDEA what is going on, shelly is panicing I panic. I dont remember anything I did for the whole day, and I am covered in mud and my glasses are missing. Next thing that happens my mom + sis show up, as does the sheriff and ambulance. They do some blood tests, find my blood sugar to be low. Aparently I was having a hard time breathing and sweating real bad. So I get a ride to the hospital in the ambulance, and get put on oxygen as I couldnt breath.
Upon arrival I am immeidately brought to a room and tests begin. They ask me if I know who I am, what day it is (I never know that) and who the prez is. So in the end I was at the hospital for a while doin blood work, and several xrays. Turns out I hurt myself pretty bad falling wherever I fell. My right ankle, right wrist, and back are in extreme pain. So I am given two seperate morphine shots, which just barely cool the pain. After all is said and done they dont really know what happened, and everything comes back ok.
Today (the day after) my whole body hurts really bad. My jaw hurts so bad I cant really chew, and I cant move very well at all. I have numerous cuts and scrapes all over. Luckily we found my glasses later on lastnight, nowhere near where I should have been.
I still have no idea what happened, and I dont remember anything that happened up until the ambulance came. I have never experienced not knowing what is happening or how I got inside, and it was the most freightning thing I have had to deal with.
Somehow I walked from the fire, past the front door apparently fell and knocked my glasses off, and then fell a few more times on the way to the door it seems. I wish never to repeat this, and hope you dont either!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Pueblo County Sheriff
--originally posted January 30, 2006 on MySpace --
Allrighty,
So earlier this morning I was at work with a friend I met on MySpace, this was our first time meeting. So that was damn cool just to begin with!
So we wound up at work, and I parked out in front of the gate (being too lazy to open it and drive through). We walked up the the building and in we went. Gave her a tour, and then we sat on a couch by the front door. We were talking for about an hour, and wound up talking about ghosts and such.
Now all of the sudden I hear the "Ding dong" noise indicating the front door has opened...this alone freaks me out. So I jump out of the couch and in front of the second front door...what do i see?
Nothing less than 4 large men, dressed all in black guns drawn and pointed at me! Now I jump back in a bit of shock...Shortly after I realize they are Sheriff's officers and they order me not to move...im fine with that.
They ask who I am, etc etc...I tell them security, they also question Rachael, who is now about to have a heart attack over by the couch. One of the officers stays with us while the rest check out the building, guns drawn.
Soooooo after all this they run clearances on us, and have my demonstrate the key to the building I have works.. (hey, maybe I should lock the door next time?)...Convinced that we are not criminals and mearly security, they clear with dispatch letting them know all is ok.
I look outside, their are now 4 sheriff's cars surrounding my car.
So anyway, the one officer happened to be the one who was at my house earlier this week...when I had some medical issues, so I think that helped him believe me a bit more.
All in all, I was and still am quite shaken up, never had guns pointed at me! Good thing I wasn't holding anything, and no one got trigger happy.
So ya, Rachael my nights don't normally go like that! I hope you are not scared for life to visit me again!! LoL!
Soooo Lessons learned:
Dont park suspicously, or in my case lazily.
Dont leave doors unlocked!
Well, I am about ready to sleep now, been a long night!
See ya!
Allrighty,
So earlier this morning I was at work with a friend I met on MySpace, this was our first time meeting. So that was damn cool just to begin with!
So we wound up at work, and I parked out in front of the gate (being too lazy to open it and drive through). We walked up the the building and in we went. Gave her a tour, and then we sat on a couch by the front door. We were talking for about an hour, and wound up talking about ghosts and such.
Now all of the sudden I hear the "Ding dong" noise indicating the front door has opened...this alone freaks me out. So I jump out of the couch and in front of the second front door...what do i see?
Nothing less than 4 large men, dressed all in black guns drawn and pointed at me! Now I jump back in a bit of shock...Shortly after I realize they are Sheriff's officers and they order me not to move...im fine with that.
They ask who I am, etc etc...I tell them security, they also question Rachael, who is now about to have a heart attack over by the couch. One of the officers stays with us while the rest check out the building, guns drawn.
Soooooo after all this they run clearances on us, and have my demonstrate the key to the building I have works.. (hey, maybe I should lock the door next time?)...Convinced that we are not criminals and mearly security, they clear with dispatch letting them know all is ok.
I look outside, their are now 4 sheriff's cars surrounding my car.
So anyway, the one officer happened to be the one who was at my house earlier this week...when I had some medical issues, so I think that helped him believe me a bit more.
All in all, I was and still am quite shaken up, never had guns pointed at me! Good thing I wasn't holding anything, and no one got trigger happy.
So ya, Rachael my nights don't normally go like that! I hope you are not scared for life to visit me again!! LoL!
Soooo Lessons learned:
Dont park suspicously, or in my case lazily.
Dont leave doors unlocked!
Well, I am about ready to sleep now, been a long night!
See ya!
I Miss
--Originally Posted April 10, 2006 on Myspace --
I miss the days when going online required a trip to grandmas house
The days when going online was a rare, and thrilling event for me.
I could meet new people, see new things, and be forever fascinated by all that the internet was.
I miss the days when I could have fun! The days back at the old car-lot, where I would sit in an unused office (my office!) and play on the computer. An old 386 that barely ran Windows 95. But it was mine, my first computer. I loved it. I learned most of what I know based on that PC. I was eager to take it apart, and build it back up. Getting a new soundcard, was the most amazing thing ever. My windows could finally talk!
The days when worrying were limited to only, would I be able to do all the fun things I want today?
The days when playing a new computer game was the thrill of a lifetime.
Those days seem very distant now. I have trouble finding anything to satisfy my need to have fun. Newer games are too complex and involved to just sit, and play. And the older games have lost their appeal to me.
The days of playing Simcity (now called Simcity Classic, gosh that makes me old!) for hours on end, and never being sick of it.
So I sit here, listening to a hidden piece of music in Windows XP...wondering..what is their to do? Their must be something that interests me, but yet, what is it? I cant find it, no matter how hard I try. I sit and think, how boring my life has become. And I want to change that, really, I do. But how? What does one do, to change how their life has become?
Everyday I wake up, only to lay in bed. Why get up, I have nothing to do! And on the remote chance I could do something, I most likely dont feel well enough to actually do anything about it. It is an endless loop, one I try desperately to break free from. But it seems the harder I try to break free, the harder it pushes me back. It is a loop made from alien material, material that can not be broken.
So here I am, 3am. Lost. Confused...and bored!
Good day,
Justin
I miss the days when going online required a trip to grandmas house
The days when going online was a rare, and thrilling event for me.
I could meet new people, see new things, and be forever fascinated by all that the internet was.
I miss the days when I could have fun! The days back at the old car-lot, where I would sit in an unused office (my office!) and play on the computer. An old 386 that barely ran Windows 95. But it was mine, my first computer. I loved it. I learned most of what I know based on that PC. I was eager to take it apart, and build it back up. Getting a new soundcard, was the most amazing thing ever. My windows could finally talk!
The days when worrying were limited to only, would I be able to do all the fun things I want today?
The days when playing a new computer game was the thrill of a lifetime.
Those days seem very distant now. I have trouble finding anything to satisfy my need to have fun. Newer games are too complex and involved to just sit, and play. And the older games have lost their appeal to me.
The days of playing Simcity (now called Simcity Classic, gosh that makes me old!) for hours on end, and never being sick of it.
So I sit here, listening to a hidden piece of music in Windows XP...wondering..what is their to do? Their must be something that interests me, but yet, what is it? I cant find it, no matter how hard I try. I sit and think, how boring my life has become. And I want to change that, really, I do. But how? What does one do, to change how their life has become?
Everyday I wake up, only to lay in bed. Why get up, I have nothing to do! And on the remote chance I could do something, I most likely dont feel well enough to actually do anything about it. It is an endless loop, one I try desperately to break free from. But it seems the harder I try to break free, the harder it pushes me back. It is a loop made from alien material, material that can not be broken.
So here I am, 3am. Lost. Confused...and bored!
Good day,
Justin
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