I am a web developer, domainer and all-around nice guy.

Well not really but it’s just one of those Sunday’s you know? I planned on going to church this morning but alas that didn’t happen. I ended up falling asleep on the couch last night, so when I woke up I was not tired again. Stayed up until about 4 or 5am and then went to sleep again finally. I have to admit normally I don’t have any unusual dreams or dreams that last a long time, but in this case oh did I. I had a dream about being at school and people started throwing water balloons at each other, then I joined in lol. Everyone was wet and cold so finally it ended and me and a friend hopped into his car. Then randomly we both had dates and when to a party, and at this party everyone knew everyone and it was amazing. (no joke, this dream just kept on going it felt so much like a real day because it didn’t end quickly)

Right now I am sitting on my computer thinking of ideas for new projects to develop, so far I am drawing a huge blank.. I have so many ideas but not sure what to work on. I am unsure what development will bring me the most success, whether it be to create a large well known website, or something that will bring in good revenue each month. Something will come soon enough I would hope. Just need to figure out the pros and cons to the domains I have and which will be best to work with.

I also feel like going out but I am waiting to talk to my mom, have ask her a few questions. It’s for a paper that I have due soon. Hopefully she contacts me soon so I can finish up with the english work and go out. I really want to go to the snow but I don’t think that will happen today, but hopefully it doesn’t go away to soon this time.

Well I went and saw “Legion” tonight at the midnight premier and to be honest I didn’t really get to watch it thoroughly. I sat in the theater filled with a bunch of teenagers yelling out male private parts, and people talking throughout the entire movie. I had this woman whom looked like she was roughly 300lb+ in weight who kept talking trash about the actors/actresses, and I wanted to tell her,” Do you really think you could have done a better job?” but I know if I did she would have said she could, and I would have laughed and got punched in the face by her date. So I held my tongue, but then this woman has a purse that basically matched her weight size, because she was able to carry what looked like 5-10 pieces of beef jerky that were bigger than my head. I am guessing she went to Costco and bought the bulk size and then went to the movie theater, but I really don’t know. lol. I am not trying to make fun of this woman, but seriously talk about setting yourself up for it. I think I laughed more at this lady during the movie, than ever before at a premier showing. Oh and I forgot, she finished her Icey and I pretty sure it was all gone but she wouldn’t put it down. It was like watching a big baby shaking a rattle, she was that desperate to get the rest of it.

Forgot to mention, I checked for the movie times and was positive Edwards was showing the midnight showing. So I show up at like 11ish to make sure I could get my tickets and have good seats. Met up with Val there and we walk in to get the tickets, and I don’t think about why the theater is so dead, dumb me right? lol. Well I saw my friend Sarah there, so I walked up and asked for a ticket and she tells me that they don’t even have a showing for it at midnight. MY LUCK RIGHT! So I think shes messing with me, but in all reality she wasn’t lol. So Val and I drove to AMC and that’s when the entire story above happened.. haha

I am still baffled as to why guys shout out male private parts, you would think if they are straight they would enjoy yelling out female private parts? But that’s just me. Well it was an adventurous night. Till my next update. See ya later!

Well I had nothing to do on this glorious rainy day, where I feel like if I step in a puddle I am going to end up falling into it. Gerry came and picked me up and we headed to AT&T to check out phones and plans, honestly we left that place in no time, I think they suck, end of discussion. I wanted to ask the employee if they had any statistics to prove they offered better signal and services than other companies but I highly doubt any of them have the knowledge of that. They would go,” uhh would you like a brochure?”

So we left from there and went to Verizon, where to real plans are at, and there not dropped calls every time you pick up your phone. Plus the phones are nicer, the only problem is they need to hurry up and get ahold of the iPhone contract to take over lol. I swear this place was like a zoo though, bunch of little kids running around and screaming and I think I saw a 2 year old crawling on the floor behind the desks by the employee entrance.. not sure if it was Bring your kids to work day or what, 10x worse than going to IKEA. Trust me, you don’t want to go there, it’s like disneyland for old people lmao.

Finally we finished up there and headed to Best Buy, I had to control myself here because even though I want to buy so many movies & games I know I don’t have the money too. I do have a very nice piece of plastic that I could charge with but alas I kept it together and did not buy anything. Sadly, neither did Gerry lol. So we went to Target, he had a gift card and here he bought a new game for his brothers PS3, yea well I guess you can say it’s theirs but technically he bought it for his brother. He bought “Resistance 2″. I played the first one and it was pretty good, especially the online game play. The bad part is that because he has to drive to work tonight, he didn’t even get to open the game. I’m sure his brother will though.

Once we arrived at his house, we went inside and he had to get his stuff ready for work. So I was going to just kick back and play some video games. Well that didn’t end up happening. His mother and I started to talk about how I was doing in life and what I was up too, then it went to me doing some website work for them. Honestly I am unsure how we got to this next topic, but then we started to talk about Politics and Religion, and even though it was interesting to hear what she had to say, I was not ready for the next hour of discussion lol. I just wanted to play video games. Don’t get me wrong I did enjoy it, but it was totally unexpected and long. I think she liked the fact that she was able to actually talk to me and I knew what she was talking about, rather than most young adults whom would have said, ” hmmm I don’t know” for just about the full hour.

Now I am getting tired but, I am headed to the movies tonight to go see Legion. Still haven’t got my tickets but I hope that I get their early enough so that they don’t run out before I get there, and I don’t end up with a crappy seat because I showed up late. To be honest, I am going on a whim that this movie is going to be good because normally I never go see midnight showings. Usually I am the kind of guy that goes to Terra Vista to watch the matinee showing around 11am or 1am because it is only $4.50, but that’s just me lol.

I have this feeling something bad is going to happen tonight, I will let you know when I get home, or if I make it back home at least. haha

I woke up only to realize it was all a rather abstract dream. To think that I myself could ever be more than just some poor kid from Inglewood. I grew up in a terrible neighborhood full of alcoholics and drug addicts, the more the better they always would say. The words family and friends no longer had any meaning behind them to me. My father was an unemployed drunk who didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. On a daily basis he would go out drinking late into the night and come home drunker than ever. He would get home from the bars drunk screaming and yelling as if he was a lunatic from an insane asylum. He would tell my mother to get ready for bed, which meant to be ready to sleep with him. The man thought because he was her husband he would treat her however he wanted. Well one night he came home completely wasted and had a crappy day at work. There was a dead silence in the house that night, before we all went to sleep. As I laid in my bed, I was able to hear them, their voices through the walls of the building. He was yelling at the top of his lungs for my mother to take her clothes off, but she wouldn’t. She told him she did not want to have sex with him anymore while he was drunk. This infuriated him into a cold blooded rage in which he said, “If you don’t take those damn clothes off and sleep with me, I am going to kill your son and make you watch, then I will kill you.” Putting up a fight against my father would have been useless for my mother to try since she was no match compared to his strength or power. She began to undress herself while he watched her every move. I heard a loud slap come from the room, and knew exactly what had happened. He had started to beat my mother for the way she acted towards him earlier. I continued to hear it, one after another and began to have fear in my heart for my mothers life. I was so scared that I figured that maybe if I cried and screamed enough that my father would send her in to my room to comfort me to sleep and while she was in here he would pass out in the other room. She didn’t come to my room. He did. His face was as red as a tomato, the anger was building up inside him the more and more he did not get his way. He grabbed one of my school books from my backpack and began to talk to me as if he was interested in my school work, while still walking closer and closer towards me. Finally he approached where my bed was and smacked me across the back of the head of my social studies book. I started to cry but he kept hitting me over and over. He was yelling that I was the son of the devil and that I was the biggest mistake in the world. After about 6 hits from the social studies book, he dropped and and grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me towards the hallway. I tried to stay on my bed but the sheets just followed with me, there was nothing I could do to keep what was about to occur from happening. I was pulled all the way to the bottom under the staircase where he opened the door to the smallest closet in the house and tossed me in. I went flying towards the wall of the closet and slammed my back against it. I felt as if I had just got hit by a train right across my back. I fell to the ground crying and sobbing, screaming that I was sorry for what I had done. All he had to say was,”Trust me after tonight you are going to know what to means to be sorry!” He shut the door to the closet and then locked it shut, because I heard the clank from the key inside the door knob. I was alone, locked inside a closet under the stairs. This is the story of my life and how I died. (to be continued)