Me, Myself, and Alice

                So, by now you’ve picked up a couple of details about me. I’m a guy, obviously. I like technology, video games and progress in general. You know that I’m in college, and one of my friends is a hilarious black guy. One thing that I briefly mentioned, and that I should fully explain, is the fact that I have a girlfriend. How someone like me ended up with the girl of his dreams is, frankly, baffling to this very day. However, I have her, and I’m not about to start questioning it. My responsibility now is one, keeping her happy, and two, NOT MESSING UP. Generally I don’t, and I’m not too terrible of a boyfriend (well, so I’ve been told), but having a long distance relationship is tough.

                Wait, did I forget to mention that? Oh yeah, I did. LONG DISTANCE  S U C K S. See, I’m going to college in Texas, and she’s in Virginia. Long-distance relationships are really, really hard. God-awfully hard. This is honestly one of the most challenging things I have ever done. In any area of my life. However, if I expect my readers to understand me, they should expect enough details to do so. So, relationship time.

                I met Alice (the same Alice that writes this blog about wedding things: http://foreverfollowmedown.blogspot.com/ ) about two years ago. The stories about how couples meet are mostly hilarious, though mine is a little bit more like a chuckle. We were on a bus, and she happened to be talking to someone close to me about apple pie. I LOATHE fruit and pastry. The reason as to why is unbeknownst to me, and I have racked my brain for the answer to no avail. Anyway, since the conversation was so close to my personal vicinity, I decided to chime in with my opinion. I looked her straight in the eye and told her I hated apple pie. That’s the first time I saw her eyes, her absolutely gorgeous green eyes. After I said my boneheaded comment, she decided to retort with this: “That's unamerican.” Now, this is a safe assumption to make, (me being American) seeing as I’m whiter than most white people, but alas she was oh so very wrong. So I told her, “That’s right, because I’m not”. She’ll never admit it, but I know this for a fact: this is also the first time I saw her blush.

                However, this is where the story takes a turn to the unorthodox. Normally, people are so stricken with the sight of their prospect, that right away the relationship process begins to form. Not so. For about six months after that, we both knew the other existed, but took no action towards anything. See, our social circles were a bit different, and we didn’t see each other enough for any sparks to fly.

This is where I stop tonight. To be continued… DUN DUN DUN!

.... Ummm... Now What?

I am now being faced with a precarious predicament... What do I write about now??
This isn't covered by any of the tutorials I (meant to) read! Alas, I shall have to wing it! Let’s see how this goes.

Being a college student, life tends to become very drab, dull, and overall uneventful. However, I have discovered that if you look hard enough, you can find two things:

1.   A sense of growth and discovery. You’re in college, finally moving on with your life, gaining a sense of independence that will form you for the rest of your days.

2.   Being alone SUCKS. This isn’t as easy as you always thought it would be. College isn’t a free ride, and life is expensive and hard.

 

Occasionally, however, you find another experience- You can find a joke in EVERYTHING. Take my trip to the supermarket for instance:

 I had to go to H.E.B. this afternoon if I didn’t want to starve this weekend. I have the school’s meal plan, but they don’t feed us on the weekends. While that’s reasonable, and I have no gripes with it, it means that I have to actually leave my batcave of a dorm room and actually go outside (I know RIGHT??) to get foodstuffs. So I asked my friend Darrell (funny side note, he is the self-proclaimed lone black guy in our University. Funnier side note, it’s true) to give me a lift, because I don’t have a vehicle. He agreed, and so, a couple of hours later, we left. The whole way there, he and I were cracking racist jokes at each other. One of the reasons why Darrell is so awesome is because he and I have a special system of the comedic sort. In said system, we can be as racist as we want in our jokes to each other with absolutely no repercussions. It is SO liberating being able to crack all those black jokes you couldn’t before. Things I would never dream of uttering in the vicinity of an African-American (and expect to live), I jest about with Darrell. So much fun.

Let me stop right here and offer this disclaimer:

I.

AM.

NOT.

RACIST.

Apart from all the geeky computer work that I normally do, I’m also an amateur comedian. I’ve done a couple of shows, won one competition, and have been an MC (master of ceremonies, for the layman). If you’re a comedian, you know that you can’t totally help it if jokes just pop into your head. It's like your brain is on overdrive and reaches to (hilarious) conclusions before you can stop it. The appropriateness of the jokes isn’t really up to me when they spawn from my endless pool of witty retorts. I *can* regulate how it comes out, but with Darrell, I don’t really have to (when it comes to racism).

NOW, where was I?

OH yes.

 

            We had arrived to our destination, and this is where the fun starts. When I entered the building, my sight was overwhelmed with what I can only describe as Mexican. Just... Mexican. The entire culture and overall essence of it overcame me, and for a brief, yet incredibly frightening, moment, I honestly believed that I had somehow accidently crossed the border.
            An ordinary trip to H.E.B. might well be a (hopefully very funny) addition to the repertoire of jokes for my next show. 

Moral of the story:

 

Life sucks.

Get over it.

And Laugh.

 

 

~VenezuelaDan

Well, Nice to Meet You Too

                For a time, I had been toying with the notion that I should write a blog. At first I dismissed it as a silly idea. This was due to me being, shall we say, not the most ‘responsible’ person in the world. Then about a month ago I found out that my girlfriend had her own blog! Ignoring the scandalous fact that this was hidden from me (this is all in jest, of course, as she did not intend to keep it from me… I think), I picked up this silly idea again, which became increasingly less silly the more I thought about it, and ever more attainable. Seeing and reading her own blog (which, for the non-existing women who will never read my blog, is about weddings), it occurred to me (once more), that this cultural phenomenon isn’t only for the famous or well-known, it could be for the everyone! From the soccer moms, the working dads, the available bachelor, the (not so available) boy/girlfriend.. Everyone! Now, keeping in mind that I’m pretty much the social equivalent of a geek, being included into the term ‘everyone’ is an unknown experience for me (I exaggerate, but you get my point).

                As of the moment this is posted, I will be entering this blogging world, and once and for all, I will shatter the infantile belief that blogs are for the ‘awesome’. 

Holy crap, just like that, I’m a blogger.

Well, that didn’t hurt too much… Let’s keep going then!

                I suppose that one of the first things to do in getting to know a person would be to expose some of my information so that a connection is established… Or some crap like that. Seeing as this is a blog, and the interwebs is a dangerous place (and privacy would be nice), I’ll be telling you all enough details about myself for you to get an idea of me while staying anonymous. Kind of an oxymoronic principle, but I’ll give it a try.

                I was born in South America ,(back then, a not-so-communist) Venezuela. I was raised there for some time, enough to learn the language and acquire the culture, and then moved to these United States in my early childhood. My family, which consists of my parents, three sisters, little brother, and I, lived in Florida for a year or two. There, I picked up this admittedly strange language (You Americans might not think so, but English is pretty odd in grammar and structuring, and sometimes your really weird rules), and within 3 years, one of my sisters and I were fully bilingual. After learning a massive amount of the English vocabulary, we moved to the lower east coastal region of Virginia, which I currently call home. This was where I picked up an interest for technology, computers specifically. When I was almost 10, we visited my step-fathers workplace, and two aging machined were gathering dust in the back. While I was waiting for my parents to finish with their anonymous super-secret adult stuff, I went to mess with them. Boredom played a huge role, but I mostly did it for curiosity.Then again, I was REALLY bored. Anyways, after I had had my fun, I asked my stepdad if we could take those home, which we did (they were going to be thrown away, and I was actually doing them a favor). When we got home, I lugged them out of the car and straight into my room. I spent the remainder of the evening taking them apart (I was pretty handy with a screwdriver). After I took them apart, the parts and cables just seemed to make sense to me. So much so, that I actually started to take the better parts of both of them, and put them all into one ‘Frankenstein’ of a machine. I plugged it in, and to my surprise, it actually booted completely fine!

                 Fast forward almost an entire decade, add formal education, five Microsoft& CompTIA certifications, and three jobs pertaining to Server/Network Setup and maintenance, and a whole ton of experience with almost every foreseeable problem/error/APOCALYPTIC failure, and you have me. Well, you are missing a few important nuggets of information, such as my history, personality, private life, etc. . Its kind off the point. I can’t spill all of my secrets on the first post. If I did, WHY would you keep reading??
                So that’s my (partial) story. In this blog, I’ll be talking about my interests, like technology, gaming, movies, television shows, and books. It could range from a movie review, breaking technology news, new games, the latest episode of a series I watch, or something completely different, like a personal issue, relationship stuff, or anything I freaking want! It’s my blog, after all.

                If anyone does decide to keep up with my blog, don’t be afraid to leave comments. This is as much of you getting to know me as it is me getting to know you, my readers and followers.

OH, by the way… My name is Daniel, nice to meet you.