The Baby Burb'

Everyone knows the feeling of getting their first car. Then you see out in the drive way of your new ride and think, "Wow, this isn't real." The parents would trick you to come home to help with something. Thats what happened to me. It was unexpected. It caught me off guard. 

I came home to a 2001 Chevy 2 door Black Blazer. When I got there, I was wondering who was here. Then I see my dad standing there with huge smirk with a towel in his hand. Mom and Dad were cleaning the black bullet for me. I realized then that this can't be mine. I was told I wouldn't get a car until the spring after I turned sixteen. I was astonished. I walked up and just told them, "this isn't mine." They told me it was and showed me the new wheels. The nick name my dad gave it is the Baby Burb'. This reason for this name is that he had a Suburban at the time and decided it was the spawn of it. 

The Blazer is black and with windows blacker than a black hole. All windows are blacked out. Since I've had it in 2006, I have made it mine. I added touches here and there. I put on a new billet grill, lowered the machine 4 inches, added a new intake, and blacked out the head and taillights. To assist my music needs, I have installed a sound system to thump and bump to. The Blazer will be getting new shoes to be put on once the new rubber comes in.

I love my Blazer. It has grown on me. I always told myself and others that I'm a car guy.  I'm into sport compact cars and the tuner scene. I've gone through scenarios in my head of what I would do to this car or that car. I would research day in and day out. I was not a truck/SUV person. I'm not only a car guy, but now I'm a Blazer guy.

ReMiXiN'

Music, thats what keeps me going through the day. I listen to music constantly. I listen to various genres of music. The music genre I mostly am into is dance/techno music. Something about music puts me into my own place, where I can just be myself. In the car, my room, or listening to my headset, music is there with me always.

I used to be in the punk rock and alternative music back in the day. Do not get me wrong, I still go back, but I have moved on. What gets me is dance music. The beats and synths is what I crave. I'll search and search for new music all day till I get a good playlist. Searching hard pays off and finding music that is worthwhile. I like to think I have good taste in music. People are always wanting me to get my iPod, or people would like me to give them songs. I like to think my taste in music has a wide range and compliments my taste. 

In my spare time, I like to music mix. This consists of making new beats, remixing an original song, or just beat matching two songs together. I really enjoy seeing and hearing something that I have created. When it makes me move, thats when I know that its where it needs to be. I will sit for hours on in, just mixing away. 

I have participated in Project Excel and got to the third round. That's a big accomplishment for me. I have done on the side contests as well. I would like to be able to do this for a living. It would be neat to be able to travel and show the world what I could do. Meeting new people and being able to entertain would be a nice goal to reach. 

The Twins

I 

have a set of twins. They are brother and sister. One thinks its big and bad, and the other one is, well not all there. They are my Foxy Rat Terriers. They were born around April 5, 2007. They were a birthday gift of my 17th birthday. Michele Morris's dogs get together and produce puppies. I was lucky enough to be able to grab these two. Their name's are Stryker and Dosie. 

I always wanted a dog ever-since we lost our dog of 10 years, Lucy. The problem is that my mom is terrible allergic. Then I heard that Michele's dog is pregnant and found out that they are smaller dogs and have short hair. I went and to a gander. The plan was to get one, and I had my eye on Stryker. He is tri-colored in the face while being black and white. Once we got him, mom wanted to go back and get another one. She wanted him to have a "buddy". So we went back and got Dosie, the runt. She is just black and white. The reason for her name is that she has two spots on her. The spanish word for tow is "dos" so they original family added "y" at the end to give it a name feeling.

Stryker and Dosie are two peas in pod. They are always together and play constantly. They have the cutest personalities. To see them react with one another is something else. Stryker likes to play fetch constantly. He will pass out before he is done playing. Dosie likes to aggravate him by playing and just taking the ball away.  They wrestle around everywhere and run around the house all day long. At night, they sleep with me. For being little dogs, they take up a lot room and force me to accidently kick them once in awhile. 

These dogs are very dear to me. They are one of the smartest dogs you will ever come by. They are such good dogs. My plan is to take them wherever I go. I don't care if college won't let me have animals. I will smuggle them in somehow. I cannot live with my dogs. 

Me, The Wake, and The Board..

I have been into extreme sports forever. I used to skateboard and bmx everyday of my life. Kids would want to play video games or watch television, but I wanted to go out strolling on my wheels. I did this by myself and had a lot of alone time. This alone time I liked a lot. With recent injuries and have no time, I have set those things aside. I couldn't be out of an extreme sport forever. I found the sport of wakeboarding. 

The first year of this new sport, I just rode and just kept it low key. It was a pretty natural feel since I had experience with a board before. The next year I attempted to get crazy. I started to jump the wake and throw in some things here and there. I was having a lot of fun. Then the big day came to attempt a flip. It was one of the scariest things I have ever done. I landed it on my 3rd try and was astonished. I was crazy to think that I actually did that. The third year was just the last year was. I didn't go out that much, but i still get a thrill. 

Something about skimming on the surface calms me. It gives me a time to think and to throw my worries aside. I just go out and do that the thing that I do. I'm not the best wakeboarder by far. I'm not even close to being up to par with the people around here, but I just love the sport and hope to continue to approve.

"Battle Stations...Calling All Arby's Personnel.."

Arby's, the working place for the future working American.

It is the place of employment. The color red

spreads throughout the lobby. Stains call out

to the eye. The front counter welcomes you with a warm shine.

The communication between the shoes and the floor greats you as you walk to the back. 

Behind the counter is where the magic happens. 

the smell of roast beef and burnt buns fill the air, tickling your brain.

The annoying, screeching, pounding, beep of the 

drive-thru says hello to the right ear. Unsatisfied customers complain how they

need to wait an extra minute and blame the guy who doesn't even make the stupid 

sandwich. It's the guy's who wears the neon green uniform with a smile on his face, 

thinking about how much he hates you while making smart elect comments under his breath, fault.  

The floor is glazed with shiny well spread grease, and you can hear the shimmering

sound of the fryer cooking the food for its next victim. 

After putting down the Side Kickers in the fryer, you shut the freezer door expecting

a welcome of a cold chill on your finger tips. Instead, it's a

flaming punch to your fingers as if you were grabbing the inside door of an oven, 

which you are.

Battle stations, its Sunday lunch hour, and church is out. You see them walking,

creeping, walking aimlessly to the door, slowly.. Old People.

They try to scam you for Senior discounts and

 claiming they didn't get a receipt after they 

put it in their purse two minutes ago. Its the guy's, behind the counter looking like a complete heartless monster, fault. Oh yes, always his fault...

Place Your Bet

2:32a.m outside of Indianapolis, very quite and still.  At a four way stop light the light turns red, and at that time two cars stop. It is a black 1994 Honda Civic Ex with a Skunk2 exhaust system, bolted to a luscious turbo B18, 17” Ray Rims, and with a beautiful midnight black painted body. The other vehicle is a 1997 Nissan 240sx (Silvia S14) with 17’ TenzoR Rims, screaming Sr20det, painted in a delicious gun metal silver. 

The 240sx roars his Sr20det showing no fear telling his opponent, “You want to race?” The Civic laughs at the 240sx because he thinks this is no competition so he thinks he’s got this one. So answers with a high roar of his JDM Vtec engine.  Both ready hands gripping the shift knobs, feet on the clutches and gas pedal while headlights starring in the night. Both cars engines roar with eagerness.  Before the light they place their bets. Each car placing their bet around 1 grand.  

Green!! The two shoot off. The RPM light blinking red to shift .The civic shifts into second gear.  The 240sx misses second gear, but double clutches to regain speed. The Civic takes control of the 240sx by pulling ahead. The Civic was acting a little cocky after pulling ahead, but the 240sx has more surprises and he fakes the Civic so he could get by him. He shifts into 4^th gear while blazing down the pavement.  The two cars had to weave in and out of traffic trying to get advantage of the other. The civic shifts into 4^th and catches up to the 240sx. Just nose and nose with in each other. Just seconds left until the quarter mile is done. The 240sx hits 5^th gear and blows the Civic away. He couldn’t believe it. He got out and gave his grand to him. Right after they got in their cars someone called the cops and the blue and red lights were blinking down 40. They both went quickly accelerating to get away. They raced into different directions so they couldn’t catch  them both.           

The Civic goes in a nearby driveway, which goes into the woods. The cop went right by him, and he gave a sigh of relief. The 240 turned on to a country road hoping he would lose the cop, but not any chance. The cop stays right with him. He drives in a near by town avoiding traffic as much as possible. He sees an alley so he drives right into it with no hesitation. The cop zooms by not realizing that he wasn’t ahead of him. The 240sx drives back to his home with victory.

The Dream Job

Lights, Camera, Action! Those are the words I want to hear. I want to have the joy of being behind the scenes of Hollywood. I want to breathe in the atmosphere of creativity. I want to hear the sensations of shuddering cameras, the rolling film and most of all, congratulations. I want to taste the satisfaction of a job well done.

I have been making films ever since the sixth grade. I really got into it in high school. There is something about completing a video that makes me grin. The feeling of just knowing it was my hard work that was put into it is overwhelming. Even if the video isn’t a crowd pleaser, I still feel good about the effort put into the film. I do participate in the videos, but what I really enjoy is the editing and camera work. I want to make movies that people are willing to pay and attend on Friday nights. I want to hear that they were entertained by my creativity. 

Just knowing people want to see me creation would be the best feeling in the world. Even if the crowd is displeased, I would take the criticism and critique, and use it for my next film. Film making is a passion of mine. I’m just waiting for the opportunity to take my dreams to the next level. I am optimistic and there is nothing wrong with pursuing your dreams. I feel Ball State would help me in this journey. Ball State has the best technology and knowledge to assist me in my dream.