Dear CharlosNoTape, it has come to my realization that you have not written on your blog for quite some time now. to be exact because i checked so this letter was not inaccurate, almost 1 month. 3 more days and you will have left behind your blog like that bitch from Toy Story 2 left behind her doll Jessie. let me turn my black sass on: ahem boy you best be writing some good stuff down and share it with the world. i have seen many people do things they thought evolutionary, revolutionary, or just plain freaking awesome...and they give it up. time wins the war on "do i reeeeeeeeallllllly wanna do this today? laaaater" kinda thing. in other words keep writing because it will only benefit you. and will keep me from writing more letters like these because this is my only form of entertainment right now. i say this as a friend that you should most definitely bestow upon the world your sarcasm because tumblr and reddit need posts that are worth reading, and because why the fuck not. i being the epitome of good writing and elocution as my name is eMLA Format says write on for it is priceless. also my name is my credentials. and guess who named me. BAM so freakin bestow the world with blog posts. dont make me get the eMLA Format Squad on you!Thank you Emily for being the one person bored enough to check my blog for entertainment only to discover that it was outdated and for urging me to continue writing! I've entered the writer's block/ too lazy to write stage of my writing career so it has been difficult to be able to keep up with my posts. I'll get back to posting things on a regular basis from here on out. As a matter-o-fact, I have a great idea for a poem which I shall post on DeviantArt and Facebook tomorrow. If I fail in this endeavor all of my 1.5 followers have my permission to do whatever it takes to get me back on track. I'm counting on you! Also, if any of you have anything you'd like to see in a story just let me know. I really need to write a nice long story to break my streak of only writing poems, I just don't want to have to end up competing with Robert Frost for the rest of my career. Well, I'll update you all tomorrow and if I don't then I expect lots of angry letters the next morning. See you then!
Friday, March 20, 2015
Last Update 1 Month Ago
So it's been almost a month since I've posted in my blog and sadly the only reason I know that is because my neighbor and good friend, Emily got so bored that she wrote me a letter which reads as follows:
Monday, February 23, 2015
Cripple for a Week
So over the past week I've been crippled by a knee injury which clearly made me incapable of posting anything to my blog. In that week I discovered many things about the life of being a cripple so I decided to make a list:
- You can hurt yourself by sneezing.
- The elevators at Broward College are sketchy. I thought I was going to get stuck every time I went upstairs.
- When you limp while walking with friends, your friends feel like they should be limping to keep pace.
- Student Life has Netflix. (how I spent my time between classes while my knee healed)
- Friends is pretty much How I Met Your Mother but with different actors.
- Wheelchairs do not make you look helpless, but are actually awesome. I saw a guy in a wheelchair wiz straight past everyone on campus and immediately though "I need one of those!!!"
- Baseball pitchers commonly dislocate knee caps by bending their legs in the manner that I did when I sneezed to injure mine.
- I've officially had this injury enough times to fix it without a trip to the ER.
- If this happens again I'll have to see a doctor and probably get knee surgery to correct the recurring problem.
- I don't want to have to get surgery.
- I really don't want to have to get surgery.
- Running does absolutely nothing for muscles around the knees. That's probably why it still dislocated in spite of my efforts to stay in shape.
- I should bike more.
- Biking is fun too.
- It is now an inside joke in my household to respond to a sneeze with "Is your knee okay?" instead of "God bless you!'
- Cold weather is actually an important factor in knee mobility.
- It never gets old responding to people asking what happened with "I sneezed..."
- Even though I hate being crippled and can't wait to going running again, I'm going to miss limping up to friends simply saying "I sneezed," over and over again.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Carlos's Excellent Adventure
My morning became an adventure when I had to walk past 2 prisons to get to school. It all started when I woke up early to get homework done, only to find that I did not have a ride to school and would have to take the bus. I did not have time to finish my homework and quickly got ready to leave the house. I boarded the first bus out of the 2 I had to take and headed on my way.
When I take the bus, I like to use my phone's GPS to help me keep track of where I am so that I do not miss my stop; however, nobody else on the bus does this and it tends to make me feel like the odd one out. I decided to try not using my phone this time, I knew where my bus stop was pretty well anyway. To my misfortune, I ended up in a seat where I could not clearly see where the bus was going. After a good amount of time and noticing that I did not recognize any of my surroundings, I decided to check my phone: I missed my stop by a long-shot. I got off the bus at the next stop available.
First I searched for another bus route to get me to school; that would require taking 2 more buses and I only had money for one. My next best option was to walk to the school which was only 2.2 miles away. I found 2 routes to get there: a 38 minute route and a 37 minute route. The 37 minute route seemed to be much faster than the 38 minute route at the time, even though it was the lesser recommended route on Google Maps so I took it.
The route took me through main roads for a brief period of time, then it turned into the backstreet. This road was filled with building sites and had construction trucks driving back and forth along it; it was at this point at which I began to question my safety. The construction road soon became the least of my worries because along this road I passed by the backside of a prison, I've never felt this scared for my life before. I passed by the prison and lived somehow, I really don't know how I pulled that off,
I walked another half- mile before I turned on to a road that was only referred to as "access road" on my GPS. "Where am I?" I thought to myself. My question was soon answered when I walked past another prison and this time saw a sign that read "Broward County Detention Center" written in large, clearly legible letters. As I passed the second prison on my journey, 4 police officers piled into a car and drove past me. I wonder if they looked at me and questioned why someone who was clearly a college student was walking down that road to get to school.
My final challenge on my trip to school was to cross a hustling intersection with no crosswalk in sight. I hate jaywalking, but it was the only option that would get me to class on time. I waited for a break in traffic and ran across the street. I walked the last 0.3 miles to get to school and was filled with relief upon my arrival. I brushed my fingers along the beige walls of my college, this was the happiest I've ever been showing up to school. I was finally "home" at last.
When I take the bus, I like to use my phone's GPS to help me keep track of where I am so that I do not miss my stop; however, nobody else on the bus does this and it tends to make me feel like the odd one out. I decided to try not using my phone this time, I knew where my bus stop was pretty well anyway. To my misfortune, I ended up in a seat where I could not clearly see where the bus was going. After a good amount of time and noticing that I did not recognize any of my surroundings, I decided to check my phone: I missed my stop by a long-shot. I got off the bus at the next stop available.
First I searched for another bus route to get me to school; that would require taking 2 more buses and I only had money for one. My next best option was to walk to the school which was only 2.2 miles away. I found 2 routes to get there: a 38 minute route and a 37 minute route. The 37 minute route seemed to be much faster than the 38 minute route at the time, even though it was the lesser recommended route on Google Maps so I took it.
The route took me through main roads for a brief period of time, then it turned into the backstreet. This road was filled with building sites and had construction trucks driving back and forth along it; it was at this point at which I began to question my safety. The construction road soon became the least of my worries because along this road I passed by the backside of a prison, I've never felt this scared for my life before. I passed by the prison and lived somehow, I really don't know how I pulled that off,
I walked another half- mile before I turned on to a road that was only referred to as "access road" on my GPS. "Where am I?" I thought to myself. My question was soon answered when I walked past another prison and this time saw a sign that read "Broward County Detention Center" written in large, clearly legible letters. As I passed the second prison on my journey, 4 police officers piled into a car and drove past me. I wonder if they looked at me and questioned why someone who was clearly a college student was walking down that road to get to school.
My final challenge on my trip to school was to cross a hustling intersection with no crosswalk in sight. I hate jaywalking, but it was the only option that would get me to class on time. I waited for a break in traffic and ran across the street. I walked the last 0.3 miles to get to school and was filled with relief upon my arrival. I brushed my fingers along the beige walls of my college, this was the happiest I've ever been showing up to school. I was finally "home" at last.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Random Facts About Carlos
- When Carlos needs a ride somewhere he starts a conversation with the person who can give him one before asking so that the person thinks "Carlos is fun to talk to, I can talk to him in the car if I say yes."
- Carlos never pauses when he speaks and instead fills blank parts of his speech with "like" and "um."
- Whenever there is a break in a conversation, Carlos taps a random rhythm until someone speaks because he can't stand awkward silences.
- Carlos refers to himself in the third person when he wants to analyze his personality.
- Carlos's default response when he doesn't want to think of a real answer to a question is "I don't know" or "I have know idea."
- Pizza Fries
- Almost all of Carlos's friends are either extreme extroverts, share mutual friends who are extroverts, or are people he has been exposed to for long periods of time.
- The name, CharlosNoTape comes from one of my friends confusion between Carlos and his friend Charles (thus Charlos) and his lack of a straight hairline (No Tape).
- Carlos's original default username (RedNight1067) came from a combination of 2 of his friends usernames that he stole. -Note: He hates this username and prefers CharlosNoTape now.
- Though Carlos is both skinny and Puerto Rican, he does not find the air to be as cold as other people who are skinny and from tropical regions do. (It must be the 1/4 Argentinian in him) (sources Debbie Nascimento and Christian Soler)
- Carlos loves sleep, but he chooses to wake up much earlier than he needs to for some reason.
- I'm starting to think this Carlos guy is crazy.
- Carlos thinks the writer of this is someone other than himself because hes been writing in third person for so long... or it could be dissociative personality disorder... anyway, Carlos should stop writing now.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
The Life of The 'Los Day #3: I quit
Yeah, um, spending an hour a day writing about your day is exhausting especially for a fiction writer, I need new ideas, but I still might continue this series on a weekly basis. If anyone has ideas for me to write about, let me know.
Monday, February 9, 2015
The Life of The 'Los Day #2
I jolt out of bed when my 3 alarm clocks go off at different times around 5:00 am. I decide that I can afford an extra hour and a half of sleep so I set an alarm on my phone for 6:30 and go back to sleep until my sister finishes getting ready for school so that she doesn't shout at me. I then quickly get ready for school and leave the house at 7:30. I have to leave an hour earlier than I should because I don't have my own car and my mom has to go to work at the time that I'd normally leave for a 9:30 class.
Upon my arrival at school I decide to kill time by studying for my upcoming test in the honors lounge. I walk up to the door, all of the lights are off in the room, I must be the first one here. As I pull the door open I think I see something shift in the corner of my eye. I quickly flick on the lights and turn around, it was my friend, Christian (aka Soler since I know too many people named Chris right now). At first I wonder why he is at school so early, then I remember that Matt, his usual ride to school, is at Disney and will not make it to school today. Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Matt is my English buddy, at least there is still Kevin. Christian and I decide not to study and instead we watch a comedy show for about an hour and headed to class.
I walk into my English classroom and take a different seat from the one I usually take, this confuses my professor when she calls attendance. I talk to Kevin for a bit about homework for English and World Religions before class starts. We have to write a plot summary and setting in half-a-page each for the story "Cat in the Rain" by Ernest Hemingway. Like in all of his stories, Hemingway completely avoids addressing the actual point of the story, but I think I'm able to figure it out using my natural acumen.
After my class lets out, I decide to make my usual round of the campus to look for friends when Christian calls my name from behind a stairwell. We start walking to the library until Christian runs into a friend from his biology class. She informs him that they have a test and Christian decides to go study for it with her while leaving me on my own to find rescue from my boredom. I go to the cafe and find my friends Emily and Lea who I sit with up until our 12:30 classes start. Around 12:00 Christian finally calls me to ask where I am and he joins us until class starts as well.
My class is Pre-Calculus (aka I learned all of this years ago what am I doing here?) which I have with one of my old friends I met through boy scouts, Glen. Glen is probably the only other student in the class who finds it as boring as I do. Yes, college pre-calc is boring, literally all I did during the lesson was draw a crab on my notebook and occasionally look up to see if I still already know the information, I do. At the end of class our professor hands back our tests from last week. Glen gets a 99% and I get a 100%, Glen mutters "I hate you," this comment puts an end to the antebellum of the previously impending math war. We received quiz grades as well, I had a 10/10 and an 8/10 while Glen had 2 10/10s this put us at a tie in number of higher grades.
I get home and immediately post a Facebook status about most of the previous paragraph to which Glen comments "I still hate you." I then eat a snack and go for a 4 mile run around my neighborhood. The rest of my day is pretty unproductive until after dinner when I start studying for my geography test. Before I actually begin I look at the English papers I got back today and see that they are all As, but they have some errors marked on them that somehow make me feel bad that I didn't do better.... There are no percentages so they are perfect scores, and I'm disappointed... #nerd I do the math and realize that if I get a D or higher in geography, as long as I still have As in all of my other classes I can still maintain the 3.5 GPA that I require for honors scholarships, this makes me feel a little bit better about the test. I take a break to get my World Religions work done before I finish studying, read the Bible to get ready for my Bible study tomorrow, and update my blog. This time I used 2 vocabulary words from my words list, acumen and antebellum. I'm so proud of myself. I look at the time and realize that I've been typing this post for over an hour and I need a good night's rest for my test. I decide to go to sleep, goodnight world, or good morning, depends on when you're reading this.
Upon my arrival at school I decide to kill time by studying for my upcoming test in the honors lounge. I walk up to the door, all of the lights are off in the room, I must be the first one here. As I pull the door open I think I see something shift in the corner of my eye. I quickly flick on the lights and turn around, it was my friend, Christian (aka Soler since I know too many people named Chris right now). At first I wonder why he is at school so early, then I remember that Matt, his usual ride to school, is at Disney and will not make it to school today. Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Matt is my English buddy, at least there is still Kevin. Christian and I decide not to study and instead we watch a comedy show for about an hour and headed to class.
I walk into my English classroom and take a different seat from the one I usually take, this confuses my professor when she calls attendance. I talk to Kevin for a bit about homework for English and World Religions before class starts. We have to write a plot summary and setting in half-a-page each for the story "Cat in the Rain" by Ernest Hemingway. Like in all of his stories, Hemingway completely avoids addressing the actual point of the story, but I think I'm able to figure it out using my natural acumen.
After my class lets out, I decide to make my usual round of the campus to look for friends when Christian calls my name from behind a stairwell. We start walking to the library until Christian runs into a friend from his biology class. She informs him that they have a test and Christian decides to go study for it with her while leaving me on my own to find rescue from my boredom. I go to the cafe and find my friends Emily and Lea who I sit with up until our 12:30 classes start. Around 12:00 Christian finally calls me to ask where I am and he joins us until class starts as well.
My class is Pre-Calculus (aka I learned all of this years ago what am I doing here?) which I have with one of my old friends I met through boy scouts, Glen. Glen is probably the only other student in the class who finds it as boring as I do. Yes, college pre-calc is boring, literally all I did during the lesson was draw a crab on my notebook and occasionally look up to see if I still already know the information, I do. At the end of class our professor hands back our tests from last week. Glen gets a 99% and I get a 100%, Glen mutters "I hate you," this comment puts an end to the antebellum of the previously impending math war. We received quiz grades as well, I had a 10/10 and an 8/10 while Glen had 2 10/10s this put us at a tie in number of higher grades.
I get home and immediately post a Facebook status about most of the previous paragraph to which Glen comments "I still hate you." I then eat a snack and go for a 4 mile run around my neighborhood. The rest of my day is pretty unproductive until after dinner when I start studying for my geography test. Before I actually begin I look at the English papers I got back today and see that they are all As, but they have some errors marked on them that somehow make me feel bad that I didn't do better.... There are no percentages so they are perfect scores, and I'm disappointed... #nerd I do the math and realize that if I get a D or higher in geography, as long as I still have As in all of my other classes I can still maintain the 3.5 GPA that I require for honors scholarships, this makes me feel a little bit better about the test. I take a break to get my World Religions work done before I finish studying, read the Bible to get ready for my Bible study tomorrow, and update my blog. This time I used 2 vocabulary words from my words list, acumen and antebellum. I'm so proud of myself. I look at the time and realize that I've been typing this post for over an hour and I need a good night's rest for my test. I decide to go to sleep, goodnight world, or good morning, depends on when you're reading this.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
The Life of The 'Los Day #1
7:00 am: I wake up and urgently get ready for church; I show up late to rehearsal, but I'm not the last to arrive. The songs we are playing are: I've Found a Love, Forever Reign, and Cornerstone. They're pretty simple to memorize on bass, Why do I keep memorizing things when I have a geography test this Tuesday? Rehearsal goes well, I got this! I wait around and mingle a bit before youth service begins and I have to get on stage to play. I'm the only one without a music stand #tryhard. Austin (the worship intern) says we can't play with music on Sundays after today. Hah! I'm way ahead of you! After the sermon the youth break into small groups while I play a game called Deal With Middle-Schoolers While Refraining From Violence.
Ever since my small group discovered that I have yet to own a drivers license, they have refused to listen to me. One of these days I will show up with my license and car keys, slam them on the table, and say "You no longer have any insults against me! Where's YOUR license? That's right! You're in middle school so you don't even have one! Now obey me!" That will be the day of my coup d'etat, I will then regain control of my small group. One of these weeks. Until then I have to spend twice as much time as I should trying to get them to answer the lesson questions.
12:30 pm: I have to go to "work" at my under-the-table job that is my only source of income since I don't have a real job. I mostly have to do gardening work and heavy lifting since my boss has a bad back and can't lift objects. In all of my time working for him and pretty much doing whatever he tells me to do, I have never truly felt like a monkey until today when he had me fling poop around the yard... Now before you jump to conclusions, let me explain. Like I mentioned before, my boss has a garden that I help take care of. Today he had me fertilize the plants in the garden using a bag of dried out chicken feces. It has a strong smell to it and isn't fun to work with. I worked about 2 hours today.
3:00 pm: I get home and decide to have a cup of coffee and go for a run after working outside because reasons. As I'm walking out the door I note that it already hurts to move my leg, this is going to be fun. I decide to only run a mile in order to give myself a break from all of the running I've been doing lately. I get home 9 minutes later as my dad is heading to the grocery store and I take a shower. After my shower I listen to music and browse the Internet until dinner is ready.
7:00 pm: I start studying for my test on Tuesday. I officially know the locations of every country in Europe, North America, and South America! I might be able to get at least a C at this rate! After a bit of studying I remember that I need to update my blog for the day. I decide to start a series and call it The Life of The 'Los and have it be a log of my daily activities so that I have a way to work on my writing skills. At one point I decide to get fancy and replace the word revenge with the French phrase coup d'etat, in a later reference to the phrase I use Google to double check that It's actually French. I think about my book of words that every high school graduate should know and possibly using at least one of those words in each blog post to expand my vocabulary, but that seems difficult so I might abjure to that idea... Never mind... I'm too lazy to find the book to see if I properly used the word abjure so I Goolgle it, It's correct. That's about all I have for today, I'm sorry I have to stop writing for now, or you're welcome for me stopping, whichever floats your boat, but remember, if you really didn't like this ask yourself why you're still reading it. Anyway, if you'd like, go ahead and provide criticism in the comments. See you all tomorrow.
Ever since my small group discovered that I have yet to own a drivers license, they have refused to listen to me. One of these days I will show up with my license and car keys, slam them on the table, and say "You no longer have any insults against me! Where's YOUR license? That's right! You're in middle school so you don't even have one! Now obey me!" That will be the day of my coup d'etat, I will then regain control of my small group. One of these weeks. Until then I have to spend twice as much time as I should trying to get them to answer the lesson questions.
12:30 pm: I have to go to "work" at my under-the-table job that is my only source of income since I don't have a real job. I mostly have to do gardening work and heavy lifting since my boss has a bad back and can't lift objects. In all of my time working for him and pretty much doing whatever he tells me to do, I have never truly felt like a monkey until today when he had me fling poop around the yard... Now before you jump to conclusions, let me explain. Like I mentioned before, my boss has a garden that I help take care of. Today he had me fertilize the plants in the garden using a bag of dried out chicken feces. It has a strong smell to it and isn't fun to work with. I worked about 2 hours today.
3:00 pm: I get home and decide to have a cup of coffee and go for a run after working outside because reasons. As I'm walking out the door I note that it already hurts to move my leg, this is going to be fun. I decide to only run a mile in order to give myself a break from all of the running I've been doing lately. I get home 9 minutes later as my dad is heading to the grocery store and I take a shower. After my shower I listen to music and browse the Internet until dinner is ready.
7:00 pm: I start studying for my test on Tuesday. I officially know the locations of every country in Europe, North America, and South America! I might be able to get at least a C at this rate! After a bit of studying I remember that I need to update my blog for the day. I decide to start a series and call it The Life of The 'Los and have it be a log of my daily activities so that I have a way to work on my writing skills. At one point I decide to get fancy and replace the word revenge with the French phrase coup d'etat, in a later reference to the phrase I use Google to double check that It's actually French. I think about my book of words that every high school graduate should know and possibly using at least one of those words in each blog post to expand my vocabulary, but that seems difficult so I might abjure to that idea... Never mind... I'm too lazy to find the book to see if I properly used the word abjure so I Goolgle it, It's correct. That's about all I have for today, I'm sorry I have to stop writing for now, or you're welcome for me stopping, whichever floats your boat, but remember, if you really didn't like this ask yourself why you're still reading it. Anyway, if you'd like, go ahead and provide criticism in the comments. See you all tomorrow.
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