Sounds like Dimas... ( Hermans Quote)

Today started out to be like every other one, but little did I know that something really fun was going to happen…
I had a lunch schedule at work that went really slow. For some reason people did not want to spend 25 dollars for a plate of pasta, what’s up with that?!? So I spent 70% of the time in the kitchen eating bread with the cute bread girl. Don't get me wrong, I was there just for the bread.
Once in a while one of the managers came over asking me why I was eating bread and not on my, boring, empty station; I looked at him and answered “Why not?! It’s good” And offered a piece to him. He took it, ate it, and told me to finish up and later go back in the dining room. So after I finished my piece of bread, actually a few pieces of bread I returned back to my station. 5 minutes later I was back in the kitchen with bread girl.
3:30PM, End of my shift.
I went to look for my manager to clock me out and give me the server test so that I could do it. (I failed part one of three of the server test so I had to do that part again). He told me to wait near the clock machine because he was busy in that moment. Guess what?! The bread table is right next to the clock machine so while I was waiting I started eating bread again. I think I ate more bread than the guests I served it to.
4:27PM, I finally finished and passed the test this time.
After a long morning of hard work, 8 bread sticks, 21 pieces of normal bread and a server test, I was ready to take the bus home.
As I was walking to costuming I noticed in the distance my bus was at the bus stop picking up people. I did not want to wait for the next one in 30 minutes so I started running, but as I passed Norway and was entering costuming the bus had already left.
31 Minutes later, finally my bus arrived.
While I was riding back home I started thinking about my favorite TV show, Battlestar Galactica. I know I am a nerd. Don’t judge me.
Suddenly my attention turned to the back seat where three girls were talking. The only thing I under stood from one of them was “…Before I finish my program I would like to be wooed on the beach by an Italian…” In that split second, without hesitation I turned around and reached for that girls hand and told her “My name is Dimas, and I’m Italian”.
I think that was the best moment of my and her day I might add.
Her name is Gillian and she is from…Some where in the U.S. And after a long conversation about her life at Disney and where from Italy I come, we had arrived at Chatham where our roads would part. And as she was getting off the bus I gave my award winning Italian Salute “Ciao Bella”. Don’t judge me It’s an Italian tradition to be friendly.
The moral of this story is: Take the next bus.

It's late at night

So it's late at night, I have the server test tomorrow and I am really sleepy.
But I feel I'm not dedicating enough time to my blog. So I'm going to summarize what I've been up to in the last few days.
I was married to Alyssa for a day and met a boy name Tom from Wisconsin. His friends call him Bunny. Don't ask me why, I don't know or I forgot.
I rented a boat at the Grand Floridian, with Elly, and got a ticket for speeding in the No Wake Zone. I guess I am a pirate.
I ate 5 pancakes at IHOP...And it was sooo good.
I went on the Sky Coaster at Old Town. A 300FT fall, and if you pay attention you can see your life flashing before your eyes as you get closer to the ground.
A bought a radio alarm at Wall Mart
Good night

The Raccoon

So yesterday I chased a raccoon around The Commons housing complex.
It all happened when I returned home with Herman, my German roommate, after a mid night shopping at Wall Mart.
After we parked the car; I just got out of it to walk towards the stairs to my apt when I notice a shadow moving. Usually there are many cats walking around The Commons in search for food so I did not pay much of attention to it.
Then suddenly the creature who was casting the shadow popped out in front of me and with amaze I thought to myself "That is one ugly cat".`
One second after I realized that the ugly cat was not but a raccoon, a big raccoon, walking around sniffing the wheels of the car. He was surely looking for food.
I heard stories about raccoons tipping over garbage cans in search for food but unfortunately there were no garbage cans in sight, just me with my bags of groceries.
I was so amazed to see a raccoon for the first time that I did not realize the danger I was going in to, and I started walking closer to the animal to take a closer look...with my bags still hanging from my hands.
The raccoon aware of my presence started looking at me not sure if to trust me or not. Of course his survival instinct told him to walk away, and so he did.
He started running away from me as I got closer and it was when he notice that the bags I was holding might contain food that he became bold and turned around to face me.
It was then that I realized that he might jump me, but still I wanted to record this moment for posterity. So I quickly grabbed my cell phone a started recording a video of the encounter.
In the meantime Herman was yelling me to stay away from him because 80% of the time raccoons might have rabies and if he bit me I would die after a week.
I thought he was exaggerating but by the time Herman finished his Animal Channel speech the raccoon ran away from me again to climb a nearby tree to hide.
After, me and Herman...By the way Hermans real name is Carl Aron Carls. I call him that way because he is Herman the German. Any ways...Me and Herman returned home and I was lucky to still have all my food untouched.
I learned that night that Raccoons are unpredictable creatures when it comes to food and that 80% of them might have rabies.

It begins...

I was never good to write down what came thru my mind. All these thoughts at once make it difficult for me to place them in a sane order for someone to read.
I guess my life is something like a theatrical play. It has a story, but it keeps changing along the way. Nothing is the same and as the play goes forward my prerogatives change because I keep finding something new, making me realize that there is more in life to be discovered.
There are ups and downs in my play like the streets of San Francisco.
I am out going and a positive boy and I believe in transference, meaning that every person has an impact on another.
I like to give laughter and joy to people and I thrive on that. Consequentially I push my self to be in the center of attention, not for selfish needs but to have the opportunity to entertain a wider audience.
I am always trying new things and have a thirst for knowledge and adventure like Indiana Jones.
But sometimes things don’t go always like I planned. I get frustrated and nervous after every failure to try to figure out why it went wrong.
But in the end there is only one thing that I can do after I have tried every solution. The show must go on!!!

I am here today to start writing down the script of my play that is my life. I decided to open my mind to the general public. It will be an English exercise for me and another blog to read for you.
Every thing I will write down, all the people mentioned in my play and events are entirely true.
This is what’s in my mind…