Thursday, February 11, 2010

I'm checking out Pan American Center with my keys to Las Cruces, NM

If you were given the keys to the city, what is the first place you would unlock? There are not too many amazing places I would care to unlock; Las Cruces is not known, necessarily, as an entertainment mecca. Still, one place I've been to hundreds of times is the Pan American Center. So I would choose there.

The Pan Am is the stadium where NMSU plays. I love playing basketball on indoor courts and I've only played on the Lou Henson Court twice. Back then I worked at the arena and on our breaks I would run to my dorm, grab my basketball and run back so we could play. That was fun. And I'm sure getting a full court game going would be great!

This is a video from 1990. I think I was at this game. It is a bit hard to remember because I was a few months short how turning five years old. The arena has been updated a bit since then.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Neighbor Relations

I've never talked to my neighbors, ever. Twice I have seen who I believe to be the people living next door, but I can't be sure. If the people I saw are, in fact, the people who live next door, then they are two cute girls. They will never talk to me though.

One night I got off of work and it was a little while after one in the morning. She got out of her car about twenty spaces down from where I was parked. I got out of my car and put on my headphones because I can't walk fifty feet without music. Usually nobody is in the parking lot at that time so I was singing to what I thought was just myself.

As my neighbor sees me I'm singing, "You'd better run for life, little girl / Hide your head in the sand, little girl / Catch you with another man / That's the end, little girl." It's a Beatles song called "Run for Your Life." But I think I just looked like some crazy guy in jeans and a wife beater following this cute girl. She turned to go up the stairs and I did to, you know, because I live there.

It was kind of funny because she started walking faster and faster. I slowed down to seem less like I was following her. Anyway, that's the only experience I have had with my neighbors.

"Run for Your Life" by The Beatles
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Monday, February 8, 2010

My Stupid Face. My. Stupid. Face.

Johnny Depp at the Pirates of the Caribbean: D...Image via Wikipedia
My stupid face is rebelling on me. Just when I don't want to break out, all of a sudden I break out horribly. So my solution is to kill my face, take somebody else's and use that one for now on. Johnny Depp's face. Sorry dude. You seem like a nice guy, but I need it more than you do right now.

However, it may take awhile to implement my catching-Johnny-Depp-and-surgically-removing-his-face plan. That led me to buy some apricot cleanser thing, which is actually for human faces. It says it contains apricot and will clean your skin. But never have I thought, "Oh, man. My skin is feeling in need of exfoliating. I'll just rub this apricot all over my face for a bit. That will do the trick." That seems like it would be sticky and uncomfortable and a waste of a good apricot.

Either way, it smells good. So I ate some. It did not taste like apricots at all. In fact, I think there may be more stearic acid, decyl glucoside, cetyl alcohol, glycerin, glycol stearate, jojoba esters, titanium dioxide, zea mays (corn) kernel meal, salicylic acid, laureth-23, urea, fragrance, mica, misodium edta, silica, phenethyl alcohol, ppg-2 methyl ether, yellow 5 lake, red 30 lake and methylisothiazolinone than apricot...extract. Oh, crap! What's the difference between apricots and apricot extract? Maybe that is why it did not taste good. Eh. My intestines are wholly exfoliated. That's good?

Back to stealing someone else's face (an idea that is originally mine). When this whole "replace your profile photo with a celebrity you look like" thing started on Facebook I knew the time had come to get a new face. Every single time someone tells me I look like some actor it is inevitably depressing. And they always say it like it is a compliment just to look like somebody ugly. Then I just mumble something, put on my headphones and glare at them. (This has happened multiple times) One day soon I shall start carrying a hammer around for just such an occasion. As they finish seemingly unknowingly insulting me I can just mumble something, put on my headphones, glare at them and start bashing in my face with the hammer...

I realize this has been a very violent blog post. It's the apricot extract talking. Apricot extract is well known for blowing things out of proportion.

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