Nick Hwang

So I think it rained a lot harder here for Hurricane Rita than it did for Katrina. I lost power for about 24 hours. My fridge was defrosting with about $70 worth of food that I bought the day before.

Classes are canceled until Tuesday.

Last night I went to the local coffee shop and trying to do some work. It was surprisingly busy. My apartment as well as the four local bars in my area lost power. The only upside to that was I knew I would be able to find a parking spot when I came later.

This morning I left early and tried to find some gas and ice for my fridge- I didn’t want my roast beef to go to waste. It was pouring. As I was pulling out of my apartment, a transformer along the side of the road exploded. I went to Albertsons and bought a lot of ice, a cooler, and some gatorade. I was completely soaked walking to my car. The rain was going sideways.

Here’s a clip of the rain and a tent set up in one the bar’s parking lots that knocked over some power lines. http://nickhwang.com/images/MVI_3551.AVI

I got more wet than when I got swimming. As I was pulling my groceries from my car, I noticed the rims on my neighbor’s car rims still spinning. Some things never change. I spent the rest of the day folding clothes and organizing my bedroom/living room.

The power came on this afternoon. In time for the Gator game. The internet is still down. After a couple episodes of Law and Order, I figured it was time to hunt for gas since the winds had died down a lot. I’m back at Highland Coffee checking emails and getting a new flyer for my dance night. link.

There are always really cute girls here. There are so many brunettes here, it’s a huge breathe of fresh air from the suffocatingly blonde-nation in Gainesville. My brother thinks he has a system, but I don’t it has the same points.
+2 mac user
+2 brunette/dark hair
+1 high contrast eyes from hair
-1 flip flops
-1 studded belt
-1 jeans
This one sitting across from me was extremely cute, on her laptop, calf length peasant skirt, curly brown hair tied-back, clear eyes, constantly biting her thumb as she made a gun pointed at the bridge of her nose.

I’ve been met with some nice hospitality here for the most part. The last 5 times I’ve been out, 3 of the times, people have bought me drinks and I honestly don’t know why. But what I’ve failed to do after hanging out with whomever is get their numbers. So I’ve said bye to a Sarah, Margaret, Christy without a way to contact them again. Maybe I’m a jerk or something. Each have been interesting in their own way, but - I don’t know.

I only drink coffee in the evenings. I just finished my usual soy mocha and I had a flashback of a dream I had probably 6 months ago. A deserty area with lot of coal-cart railing. But I can’t remember anything else. I think the hurricanes have put a lot of stress on me. I’m having to deal with missing class and catching up with work and no power and gas and food. I’m not going to Regionals in Orlando because I can’t afford it. I’m really disappointed.

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I found a folder I had when I was in the 7th grace. It only held my english papers into. Mrs. Manning’s class. In the sixth grade, her son spit a spitwad in my face and I punched him in the eye. I was ~5′5″ and he was already 6 foot. He picked me up and threw in a the mud. Some administrators came and gave us both in-school suspensions for 3 days. He showed up the next day with a black eye. But she ended up being a good teacher and I never heard anything from her about beating up her son.

I found a few papers in the folder with some stories that I had started but never finished. They’re hardly stories, or beginnings of ones. But I wish I could remember what I was thinking at the time and where they were going:

#1
  ”Look. Charles made the headline again,” said an old grey-haired man. “Seems ike our little firend has made another ‘soemthing’ for domination.”
   “Hmm. Wonder what it is,” said a dark brown haired middle ag man without looking up from his novel.
   ”So do I. How about we go and on a little sight-seeing. I’ll go to get our toys.”
   ”Okay. I get the van. Call the boys up. Tell them we’ll meet them 10 minutes.”
  The two men get out of their seats at a breakfast table and went their way. Harry Zeldan- an ex-FBI member- when to the phone and called his big brothers Frank and John.
   Carl Johnson, the middle-aged man, used to be in the military, then was given a desk job in Hawaii. He went downstairs from their apartment and into the garage and into the a white windowless van.
   Five minutes later Harry comes down carrying a black box, headphones, and cords.
  ”You ready?” asks Carl smiling.
  ”All set, let’s go,” replies Harry.
  They pull out of the parking garage and tear down the urban Seminole road. They arrive at a driveway 10 minutes later of a 2 story house at 131st way, where two young men come quickly out wearing all black.

#2
I think I was reading Ender’s Game at the time I was writing this.

    “Timmy! Time to come in!” yelled a brown haired woman smiling at her son who quickly turned into his mother’s arms.
   “Whatcha want for dinner, Timmy” she asked.
    “How about some lasagna?” replied Tim with another a question.
    “Why don’t we..” she replies taking her son by the hand walking him into their car.
***

    “My God”
    “That’s truly amazing.”
   “And now at six years, he’s taking calculus, latin, chemistry, and AP English?â€?
    “Yup”
    “Wow, this was taken when he was two and a half?”
   ”Yup. He started walking at six months and talking at 12, and he was born premature.”
    “Did you get the mother’s medical records?”
    “Yup. Nothing really unusual except some ?????????” (I left it blank)
    “Well that didn’t really do anything did it?”
    “Nope. But I found the boy’s medical record. He is unusually short for his age, but doesn’t make a difference. Maybe the cost for being a super genius is being a dwarf.”
    “I heard he’s coming out with a computer game – STRATEGY.”
    “Hmm. You might be right. If it works, we’ll have the best force again”

#3
    “Hello?”
    “Mr. Hughes, the president called on cancel his luncheon with you. He has to address the POT corps this afternoon.”
    “Okay thanksâ€? replied a gray haired man with lots of medals on the office wall.
    He got up from his large leather seat and went to the windows. He peered out his large window of a 10-story business office. A jet flew by in the dark dismal sky, setting a streak of smoke behind it. “Hmm, wonder what’s going to happen to day?” he asked himself going back to his table and picking up his newpaper.
    “Hmm. This looks interesting- MAN FOUND IN COFFIN, “TIGER SHOT AND KILLED.”

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