Cowboy wants his Couscous

I cannot wait to eat mama's couscous

I cannot wait to see hills
I cannot wait to see squirrels
I cannot wait to see Papa et Maman
And, of course, I cannot wait to see my beloved friends...

I cannot wait

I will miss Texas

I will miss my apartment
I will miss the purple and pink sunrises, and the hot and flaming orange and yellow sunsets seen from my balcony
I will miss the marina
I will miss the seagulls and pelicans
I will miss seeing Nam everyday, and all the moments we laughed together watching "My Wife and Kids"
I will miss the drive to and from work on the very flat, long and stretching 146 with Chris, even though we listened to Christian Country music every single day
And I, without a doubt, will miss the kind and caring nature of Texans...

I will miss it all

Keep learning, and keep experiencing

Go Longhorns & Go Aggies!

"One who has nothing to die for, has nothing to live for"

New blog coming up in Late August: Second Co-op Term-California Style!

Aight, this cowboy wants to trot outta here.

peace yall~

Nothing but Pics

I finally decided to just post pics up that I was supposed to for previous journal entries, and to include a few new ones for the hell of it.

Mama and Papa, when they came to visit me:

Austin:

Yes...there ain't much to do with parents in Austin, so we had to hit up one of the local Starbucks, unfortunately.

I like my dad's funny smile while looking at my mom.
The Elephant Room: The band with the awesome sax, drummer, and bass player(oh and the keyboardist too...not shown sorry)

Not one, but two Saxophones wooo!

6th St: The Dizzy Rooster-I still can't figure out what that girl in black is trying to pull of with that outfit.

First time to finally see a true longboarder in Texas and it happened to be on 6th St. I guess Austin is pretty much the only city here with hills. Maaan, do I miss bombing hills.

We found an awesome little maghrebi/mediterranean deli/market. I got me some Halwa, biscuit au chocolat, a couple "Kinder" chocolate eggs-you know..they are the ones with toys inside. They even had Mars bar, which I have only seen in Tunisia!!! I was so happy. I could cry, now that I have eaten them all.

Here is a little woman that I brought back home with me from the Waterloo music store in Austin (I think that's what it's called), and she became big with my water...oh yeaaa.


72 hours maximum in water they directed...but I had to see them stretch marks so I kept giving her more juice and had her in there for a bit longer.

I found this on my dad's rental car. The security guard at the hotel told me that he has spotted a few other ones on the sidewalk and they are usually everywhere in Austin, as he walked by wondering what the hell I was doing in the parking lot taking pictures of the back of a car at three in the morning, because someone complained about seeing flashes outside their window. I like frogs and they are sweet!!


Last day of their visit, back home in League City:


I miss ma mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. One more week and I get to see her!

The Fishing Trip in Galveston:

Chris's 37 in. Redfish. A true Texan.
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Nothing but dissapointment for Nam and I...you can see I wasn't really that happy for catching squat.

Chris and I decided to try out some fishing at another place after we came back, since I bought a 24hr liscence and didn't want to waste it. Although, we both didn't catch doodoo at this one bay, I had some luck back home at the marina. This sucka...I caught him 5 times chewing on my shrimp bait and holding on to my line almost snapping it, so I decided to finally keep him and put him in the ice to feast on later...

...man I'm playin', after 30 minutes in that cooler, I threw him back in due to the horrible guilt I felt for freezing him to death (plus, I don't trust eating anything that comes from that marina...all that pollution and shit...) So no worries, he didn't die in there, he was still pretty pissed off and had enough rage in him to keep trying to claw me slowly, before I threw him back in the water and accidentally knocking him out as he hit the side wall. I won't ever bother crabs again.

NBA: Rockets Vs. Grizzlies

Toyota Center

Tahar, Rebecca, and I. Don't mind the weird face I am making.

Gasol was awesome, but it would have been great to see Yao and Tracy play:(


Some dude proposed

Coming home from the game, I found this little baby opossum chillin around the stairs. The poor little guy got scared and was about to jump off the stairs. I climbed the rails to get above him and tried to herd him away from the stairs and back into the woods, but he wouldn't budge no matter what I did. So, I sat there and let him move around until I took a chance and ran down the stairs and then he started running and kept running after him across the parking lot and the street until he got back home safe into the woods. It's so funny how he ran, because his body would wobble side to side and is slow.

Salsa at Rumba Club:

Ricardo with his awesome sweet pose. I love Cassie's expression.


It was a very nice night and I have never been salsa dancing before. Special thanks to Ricardo and Dustin for the idea.


My studly beach cruiser w/ dem ghetto wheels bike:


Two weeks ago, I came back to work on a Monday to find my bike having been visciously attacked and disrespected. Some asshole(s) took my sweet wheels and the freakin' lock too! I went and told my supervisor..b/c I have no other way to get around this freakin' plant, and I had one of the security guards come to do a theft report. Three guys passed by in a truck, and one of them was doing this laughing/smiling thing and shit , so I stared back at him with rage and then he stopped smiling after his friend said something and then they all look worried. I think it was them! The next day, I find that the bike frame is gone and started to walk towards my building with nothing but wanted tears to come out my eyes. My bike! My bike was back! Whoever did it, and I think it was that one guy in the truck, put everything back together, and even the lock, and put it in front of the building. Crazy thing is, that the lock wasn't cut, they freaking picked the lock. Pros man...pros. And yes, it is a girl's bike. They aren't allowed to have employees use men's bike, because some idiot in Plaquemine, Louisiana had a ball-bustin' accident. I love my bike, I don't care.

Enough

I want to go home...no I need to go home. People here...arghhh.

The Biggest Coincidence to ever take place for Yater

A couple weeks back Nam and I went to Roxy on a Friday night with his new friend Guien aka Tommy. Apparently it was "Freaky Friday". First thing I see as I entered the club were 4 raunchy, nasty, dirty half naked girls on a go-go dancer platform. Hallelujah? Nah folks. The place was packed 110% and for every girl, there were 3 guys grinding, like I have never seen before, their johnsons on her. Freaky Friday is also known as Mexican night, and boy are they racist. I tried to talk to this girl that was actually by herself, and she lashes back naaaahnaahnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and puts her hand in my face. I try again in Spanish...."uh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i like mexican heeeeiiiiiiihhhhhhhhh" Two minutes later, this big latino does a "hump move" and another came and did the same thing, both guys looking at nothing but her ass, and she turns around and starts rubbing her ass on them. Oh well. The place did play some good music though, I have to admit, and we did get in for free thanks to Tommy, so I couldn't complain too much. We went back the next day...Saturday=Asian Night...well more like Viet Night. It was much more laid back and there was space to dance. A few white and black people so I didn't feel too out of the ordinary. There were these two cute deaf Vietnamese girls sitting right behind me, while I was leaning over this rail. It was one of those times that I wished I knew more than my own name in sign language. I went for it anyways...pointed my thumb at myself...Y-A-T-E-R. They replied, but the confusion on my face was enough to tell them that I was a hopeless idiot as they giggled and stared at me for 10 minutes. What was I to do? Go over there and text shit on my phone for 'em? Actually, come to think of it, I should have done that. I really really should have... they were that beautiful and they would have found the effort cute, but that's just me fantasizing.

The next weekend, Brad, the new Chris that just moved in from Ohio, and I went to Viet night. Not bad of a night, I did see the deaf girls again, but one of them had this big dude wrapping his hands around them. They actually dance, which I thought was awesome since they were deaf and probably going with the vibration of the bass. Brad, Chris and I went out on the dance floor after Tommy and Nam came and then left for a strip club because Tommy is a big fat doodoo, voodoo scooby doo. The weekend before this one, he was all talk about fights, girls, and knowing people (ok so he knows the owner of Roxy), but I think people are just nice to him, because he acts retarded. Proof was that everytime we tried to hang out with his "friends", they would keep walking away. He told us that his "girls" came and then went home as we were out getting a drink at CVS. What kind of girls go out to a club for 10 minutes and then go home..not go to another club..but go home? yea yea yea Tommy. Those were jsut one of the many fibs he told us, such as the one about having a gun in his backseat...where I sat and looked for hopelessly to shoot him.

Most recently and more excitingly, I have met a Tounsi! ahhh I feel like I am back home in the motherland. Chris and I were chillin at the pool last Wednesday, and I even hesitated to go at first which makes it a bigger coincidence). We found these people scubadiving in the pool for fun. We joined one of the girls in the hotub, then her friends came over. This one guy had a strong French accent, so I asked him if he was French by any chance. He said no I am from Switzerland but I do speak French, and so does my friend here.
"Tu parles francais?"
"Oui, t'es d'ou?"
"Chui parisien mais chui tunisien aussi"
"Chnouaaaaaaaaaaa?(what?????) 7at eni tounsi!(I am tunisian as well)"
We both yelled jovially and shook hands. Seriously...one in a million chance of ever meeting a Tunisian. He's been livign here since January as well and has been bored out of his mind likewise. We stayed there talking until midnight drinking I don't know how many beers. The Saturday before this, I was outside looking at a 2006 Limited Edition Hayabusa in the morning as I woke up early for some reason and wondering who owned that magnificent machine. Well...he does, and it freaked me out, because it is my favorite motorcycle in the whole wide universe. He took me out for a drive on it the next day....wowwwwww from 0-60 in less than 3 seconds. The power on that thing...I cannot even describe it. It was a true crotch-rocket. To be continued.

Pics later...I know I know I keep saying that, but my wireless is really slow and I can't do anything about it b/c it belongs to my neighbors.

peaaaaace ahuuuuuuuuuuur~