The Last One

Crap, I forgot to post this month, again. I mean, I commented earlier this month, but I think I've set a minimum of at least two posts a month.

Quick recap:

I think I've become a transplant hipster. Every weekend I'm downtown to catch a show, check out a gallery opening or to attend a film festival. I'm really thinking about moving downtown; if not within the loop, maybe just right outside the loop.

Currently on the hunt for a slightly used iPhone. I don't care what generation, although I'd prefer an 8gig 1st gen iPhone.

Post!!!

Arugula

"Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is an option"

I believe in this quote 100%. The other day my mom got onto me about how I still "skateboard". There's obviously a difference between skateboarding and what I do, I know that. That's just a can a worms I really didn't want to be bothered with. She says that I need to "grow up". I think that was the first time I actually grasped the concept of growing up. You know, when you were little, being grown up meant having freedom, doing whatever you wanted and all those posh luxuries, right? But as you experienced life more, you got to see what "grown up" was all about. Paying bills, working a job that you most likely will loathe to the utmost and all that jazz. As me, Brandon James, I want to hold on to all forms of youth that I can. I want to be able to sit around on Saturday and watch cartoons. Bump that, I want to watch cartoons all day. Ride my bike or longboard, fly a kite. I don't see it as "being immature", I see it as me constantly reminding myself not to take life too seriously. To be honest, I would love to live my life like Tom Hanks did in the movie "Big": manage to be a functional member of society while still being young at heart. I'll keep dreaming.

I ride slabs of wood

My feet, and gravity

Propel me along.

Today at work we were talking about what we would do if you had the option working at your dream job. Me? I said that I would love to skate and surf, and to teach people how to skate and to surf. But then I thought to myself, "Nigga, you don't know how to surf...yet". I wanted to this summer, but I was pretty busy with this new job. When springtime shows is its beautiful face again in April, I plan on going surfing down at the beach at least once a month.

(haha auto-spellcheck doesn't recognize the word nigga)

Random picture or random story? Random story it is.

So during one of my summers up at SFA, my friend Nick came to visit. Saturday night we went out to the bar and met up with a bunch of my friends. We decide to leave, and go back to my house. I invited all of my friends there, plus some randoms from the bar. We all reconvene back at the house, and have a nice little party (somewhere between 20-30 people). After a while, the party shifted from inside the house to out on the front porch. As things were winding down, my buddy Nick started pass out on our outdoor couch. Want to seize the day, as well as get some sweet Facebook pictures, I grab some Sharpies from my desk and begin defacing Nick. The rest of the people (maybe 5 of us) then started a Sharpie war. I must admit it was pretty fun. Everybody had marker all over them. Fast forward to the next day. Nick and I both wake up from out drunken stupor around 10am and mosey over the local KFC for lunch. We eat, we laugh, we piece together memories from the night before. As we finish, Nick stands up and walks to the trash can to throw his trash away. As he passes an elderly couple, both the man and woman gasp at Nick. Turns out we both forgot to wash off the Sharpie from the night before. I had drawn a huge, massive penis on the side of Nick's calf and the old couple had just caught a glimpse of that veiny bastard. As I get up to toss my trash, I think to myself, "If they like that penis on his leg, they're gonna looooooooooove the big silver "VAGINA" on the back of my neck"

I don't know. It was funny when it happened. Maybe you had to be there...

Well, I guess that's all for now. Signing off...

Bring The Rain

Hello friend.

Yeah, don't start, I already know what you're going to say. In my defense, October was a busy month, and I really, truly, honestly didn't have time to blog. But I sure did find time to skate, bike, paint, go out, see art exhibits and such.

I just purchased the most recent Dethklok album. I must say, it's a lot heavier than their previous album. I'm only 3 song in, and I'm pretty impressed.

Back in October I attended my first longboard race, hosted by HGR (Houston Garage Riders). When I tell people I longboard, they usually respond with, "Don't you need hills for that?". Since we don't have many (if any) hills in Houston, we resort to skating in parking garages. Anyways...HGR hosted a race a while back and I participated. We skated 6 garages? (Hobby Center, Customs, Ed's, Pre-Cash, BlueCross BlueShield, and that last one...) Yeah, six garages in one night. We started around 11pm, and we didnt' finish till about 4am. I got home around 5am. A solid 5 hours of competitive skating. I swan-dived into bed, and slept till about 1 that afternoon. Out of 50+ guys, I placed 16th. I think it was pretty good for my first time out.

Yesh. Me in the lead, but not for long. The wheels I was weren't very grippy, and right after this picture was taken I totally ate it. Big time.

Ok, I think I'm going to sign off here soon. Let me throw up a random picture.

Goodnight.