I’ve been eyeballing the OneWheel since it was in Kickstarter. I almost bought one then but figured I didn’t need to be an early adaptor. I am so glad I waited!
The OneWheel + is so much more elegant and seems to be superior in electronics and performance. With more distance on each charge, faster pickup speeds, and with an improved sensor pad, I see the OneWheel + as the machine I really wanted.
So, I put my order in! Crazy excited to get it. I was comfortable paying for the whole thing upfront because I picked up a new client last week and I think that this Orlando hood cleaning company is going to be a great client to improve my bottom line. So, I’m getting a toy! I put my order in on Saturday. They say they’re able to fill orders the next day. So I’m hoping to have it in my hands by next Friday.
I went to Amazon and ordered pads and a helmet. Next, I think I’ll buy a travel bag for it so that I can take it easy on trips.
Thank god it’s tuesday? Other than friday, tuesdays are actually my favorite day of the week. Usually. If it’s a new month, it means that the new games are being released in the PlayStation store, and the weekly discounts are also updated. It also means the weekly reset for Destiny 2, which is where all of the difficult activities in the game rotate the featured level for that week. Today’s a particularly special tuesday, however. My 2DS that was supposed to arrive yesterday had a sudden change in delivery date the day of, so it got shifted to today.
Not only that, but I also got Steph a Breaking Bad figure because it was like 75% off, and it’s currently at the Sparks post office. It was supposed to arrive yesterday as well, but I think I may have entered in her address wrong. She lives on the edge of Sparks and Sun Valley, so it’s difficult to accurately gauge which city she is in. She always tells me that she lives in Sun Valley, but I’ve seen a few map applications say that she lives in Sparks and Sun Valley so I don’t know which one to believe. Her mom’s just gonna drive her down there tonight to pick it up. They might actually go to pick it up tomorrow, because she has a promotion ceremony tonight for ROTC. I’m pretty sure her school is the Army branch, but she never paid attention so she doesn’t know.
Last but not least, today is pretty much my friday. I attempted to make that clear by using a pun in the title, but it was admittedly pretty vague. Seniors don’t have to go to school tomorrow, and there’s no school for anyone in Oregon for the rest of the week. Take that, all you dumb schools with a fall break. In other recent news, my neck has been sore every morning when I wake up. I don’t know if it’s because I naturally curl into the fetal position when I sleep or what, but it’s really bothering me. When I visit my dad, I’ll have to go with him to a reno chiropractor and see if they can help me.
Seeing as how I’m a senior, I have to take a senior project class. It’s not just about the senior project, however, because we also signed up for the FAFSA (federal aid) and learned how to request our transcripts so we can send them to a college. I can’t decide if I want to do community college here or in reno, and if I do it in Reno then I’ll have to think of a mode of transportation. If I learned the schedule correctly, I might even be able to take public transportation.
It makes me really nervous to be around the freaks, but I’ll have to build up a tolerance if I ever want to visit San Francisco. In any event, we recently started working on our resumes. I don’t know how to put the accent on the e, because I’m unfamiliar with Macs. So we started working on our resumes in class, but my mom is actually really good with that kind of stuff so she helped me build mine at home. That’s one of the few rare occurrences where my dad can’t help me with something that my mom can.
He didn’t go to college, but he graduated high school. My mom made it all the way through college and she’s actually still in it right now. Kind of. I’m going to put it in my next blog post if I can, but I don’t have a ton of work experience right now. I’ve only been employed for three months. She also helped me write my cover letter, which is due on Monday. We have to turn both of them in so that our teachers can look over them. It’s actually a pretty useful class, and it makes me feel bad for anyone who didn’t take it because they never got the chance to learn about real life like we did.
I’m still looking for a class that will teach my how to pay taxes. We need to learn how to live in the real world. My friend in Playa Vista knows a lot about the real world. I met him last year, and he told me about all of his plans after graduation. He was going to move to California and start his own business, and so far it looks like he’s successful. His dog daycare seems to be doing pretty great.
First of all, I’m just going to preface this post by saying that if you don’t enjoy shower thoughts or personal rambling, then turn away now. Then again, if you didn’t really care about my thoughts, you wouldn’t have made it this far. I wonder if someone out there will eventually stumble upon one of my articles and realize how interesting and cool I am? Probably not, just because the internet is such a huge place. Definitely not just because I’m uncool or something like that. I’m currently listening to Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin with my new sound bar that my dad bought me.
I have a buddy in Las Vegas who recently started his own business, and he was able to afford the same kind of speaker because he has had more customers since he started doing Las Vegas Special Use Permits. It’s the exact same one that Sheri previously bought him, except this one is in my room so technically it’s different. On the plus side, I already know beforehand how to operate the speaker since I used my dad’s in the living room all summer. He brought it up in my convertible when he drove it here, so I had no idea that I was getting a sound bar. He said it cost $250 so hopefully the rest of my family doesn’t hear that and then shy away from the big laptop purchase. It kinda sucks in a way that he bought it for me, because I don’t really feel like I deserved a gift of that magnitude.
Maybe a pat on the back and a lecture about working hard would have sufficed. I don’t really think I deserve anything, but my thinking is probably clouded since it’s pretty late. My cousin Cody’s birthday is the day before mine, so we’re heading to Portland tomorrow to visit him with my grandpa. My grandpa is actually in pretty poor physical health, because he unfortunately had a recent event in which he had to be hospitalized. This was a few months ago, but he hasn’t recovered since then. Now he’s just barely getting around without using his wheelchair, if at all. I would hate to be imprisoned like that. At least he got to live a full life.
Time to preface yet another post by admitting that I have no extensive knowledge of boards or anything like that. However, my cousin Gabe has bought a multitude of boards and brought them to my house, so I have a little experience in just riding the boards themselves. I actually have a real issue with balance, so it’s tough for me to ride anything without a handlebar. It could just be my bad posture, but I honestly think it’s something much deeper. And I’m a pretty honest guy, if you hadn’t noticed by now.
Overall, the only specific types of board I can remember Gabe purchasing are just a plain run of the mill skateboard, a penny board, and a longboard. The longboard was easiest for me to ride just because of the sheer length, but each one has its pros and cons. Every penny board he bought somehow managed to be split perfectly down the middle, but he gave a different reason for it every time. One time he told me that a car found its way into his path but he jumped out of the way or something, but the next time he told me that the board was in the street and the car just ran over it. Another vivid memory I have with him is one super hot summer when the guy from the best reno air conditioning repair stopped by to fix our AC.
He’s an avid liar, so believing anything Gabe says is like verbal russian roulette. Did you know that there’s an 83% chance you won’t survive russian roulette? 1/6 is 18%, but those are just approximations. Gabe actually left a ton of skateboards at my house, but I have no idea what happened to the rest of them by now. We kinda grew apart so he doesn’t stop by anymore. It’s an extremely long story, but to put it simply he used to stay at my uncle’s house which is only one street down from mine. But now that his aunt has left my uncle, he has no reason to stay at that house anymore. He never really liked Jason anyway, only because of poor communication.
So, I use to board with a guy named Ron in South Lake Tahoe. He was a crazy bastard that would do ANYTHING on a dare. I probably carted him off to Barton Memorial Hospital. Broken fingers, broken arm, broken leg, lots of stitches. His parents use to get pissed.
So I was thinking about him and went looking to see if I could find him. I did. Married. Handful of kids. Successful businessman. He started a hood cleaning service in Las Vegas. I didn’t even know what the hell ‘hood cleaning’ was until I called him. He makes it sound adventurous and fun. I almost felt like he was screwing with me – I found it a little hard to imagine that it would be exciting or even fun. But then again, this was the guy that was laughing at his fingers were pointing in 3 different directions as I helped him get to the hospital emergency room.