O life in Philadelphia... and THE WORLD!!!

so i know i haven't posted any new postings since ive come back from Africa. Life has been a little bit intense since i have gotten back. Since I got back things have been crazy. I have had little to no to do anything except for work and go to school. Even time for home work is limited.

So i post this blog as my last and final blog. I am going to open a new account else where. so if you want to continue to read my posts, shoot me an email or send me a text and all give you the new blog account. So im looking foward to sharing with you the crazy things and pics that happened in the Mother land. So let me know if you want the new link when i get it open. SWEET.

Everyone enjoy your day. and I hope it is a little more calm then my days.

this is my final transmition Oh Philadelphia.

I Did it Again

So I have this friend Who also blogs. But his blog is really cool and easy to read. Its easy to read cause it has something i love in ever single post. Those things are pictures. I used to like to post pictures with my postings, but my camera got stolen when i got jumped....

2 days ago i decided to go to Africa. I leave for Africa on the 7th, less then a week. I am going to be going and teaching people how to teach english and seeing my family. I live such a wierd life. I always leave this country on such short notice its crazy. Its funny because a long time ago I prayed, "God i want to be like the deciples and be able to pack up and just leave at the drop of a hat." Now that God has given me that, its kind of scary. But on this trip to africa i want to be able to come back and post pictures for everyone to see. I want my blog to be cool like my friend Joshes, especially since if i had a camera I'd have amazing pictures from Africa to post.

Soooo I have been praying for the canon rebel xti digital SLR. So if you want to aid me in the quest for an amazing blog... feel free to donate a camera or money for a new camera.

Here is a picture. A new beginning to my blogging (hopefully...)



thats right this blog was a shameless plug for a new camera. and i just woke up so i cant really think in my typing.)

Tooth fairies Partner in Crime.

Today I was sitting on my porch reading my new poetry book and writing, when all of a sudden I heard a sound. It wasn’t a bird, and it was no normal car, it sounded like a music box on wheels. All of a sudden who else roles around the corner… None other then the ICE CREAM MAN! The funny thing is that as soon as the sound reaches my street other sounds arise. People start to yell out of their windows “HEY!” or “WAIT!” What follows next is the sounds of house doors and screen doors opening. It’s like Moths to flames, or flies to sticky fly traps, or other bugs to those weird zappy things on people’s porches. What I’m trying to say is a lot of people on my street like the Ice cream man. I was just sitting there laughing to myself while watching the exchanges take place. One of the kids that went to the truck I watch as he returns with his hands full of all sorts of ice cream treats; ice cream sandwiches, popsicles, those patriotic red, white and blue pops, and even your traditional cones. After watching this I thought the tooth fairy must get a lot of teeth because of this ice cream man. I wondering if that is a coincidence? ...

A Beautiful day in the neighborhood.

This Friday was Gorgeous!! The temp was in the low 80’s, ultra blue sky, nice breeze and birds singing. Me and my friend Josh decided to take advantage of this day. We hoped on our bikes and road 40 some blocks to go to art galleries and used book stores all day. IT was soo good. So inspiring. Made me say, “MAN, I love this city!” I bought a book of poetry by Langston Hughes. Probably the first book I’ve purchased in years. Nothing crazy happened just a really good day. So I thought I would share the sweetness of that day. (my first of many normal blogs to come.)

Ok Ok, Fine i'll blog, Gosh!

Hello,

So i desided to start blogging again even if they aren't crazy stories like almost burning down my house, or getting jumped by 4 guys, or getting my lip split open, or even almost getting casted for the new Die Hard. I will blog even the normalness of my life. I hope that is ok with everyone (who ever still reads this).

yours truely,

Chris Schwartz

FIRE IN MY ROOM

The newest exciting event in my life here in philly. Let me start from the beginning. So the other night I was having a hard time falling asleep, due to the coffee i drank at 7 pm. Since i couldn't fall a sleep i decided to read some. I turned on a the smallest light in my room to give off enough light but not to much. After reading a little i decided to go downstairs on my computer and talk to my good friend Madie on the internet. I was talking to her for a little bit when i start to hear a loud beep upstairs. I thought my cell phone was on vibrate so I was confused why it was so loud. All of a sudden my roommate yells, " Is there a fire, is that the fire alarm?!" So i made a mad dash up stairs thinking, it couldn't be, what would be on fire. When I get to the top of the stairs i see smoke pouring out of my slightly cracked door. I open the door to find my room and now lungs are filled with smoke and a large fire is on the lamp I left on. I realize that the towel on the lamp had caught fire. So i did what anyone would do, grabbed the flaming towel. At this points both of my roommates where standing out side of their doors wondering what all the smoke was from. I came running out of my room ,waving around a flaming towel, and into the bathroom. Granted, it caught them off guard, me with fire and all.

One of my roommates who had not fully woken up said, " Is Chris on fire. Chris are you on fire."

I hadn't said a word since i heard the smoke alarm go off. So i was thinking if i was on fire wouldn't i be screaming or at least making a noise?

either way i Got the flaming towel in the bath tub and stomped out some flaming embers. The lamp was melted and there is a large burnt crescent on my wall. But besides that the damage was minimal. So it was an eventful morning to say the least. But it was a good.

So the moral of the story is, CHECK YOU FIRE ALARMS!! they save lives.

pictures of the after math.

Football, Botox and Grace.

Don’t worry you will see how the title ties together. So about a week ago, the Sunday after thanksgiving, Some guys from church put together a flag football game. I was ultra excited to get to play some football, but I was bumped that it was Flag football and not tackle. Either way, it was a lot of fun and a good game. I got an interception, almost tackled a guy(by accident of course), Did tackle a guy (instinct of course), and got a touch down or two. I kept playing offensive line because no one else wanted to. That’s right; we had line in flag football, weird. We had automatic rushing, so we always had a line. I really didn’t mind playing line because I like having a reason to push people and “check” them. But then the fateful play happened. It was 3rd down and I was playing line. I was doing a pretty good job at blocking the defense from breaking through. But this time it didn’t work out. One of the guys accidentally elbowed me in the lip. In reaction to the pain I quickly braced my lip with my hand. As I was standing there in pain watching the Defense break through for a sack I felt my hand get warm and wet. I look at my hand only to see it coated in blood. Looking up at the other people playing I asked, “is my lip busted badly?” What followed answered my question before they could. When I asked, blood shot out of my mouth and kept flowing out. I went to the side and my friend washed it off. We went to his car to get napkins to sop up the blood. When I looked in his car window at my reflection I saw a good sized gash on my face. Seeing the gash quickly reminded me that, I DON’T HAVE INSURANCE! While walking back to my friends house where I parked I said to God, “Ok God, I don’t know how you are going to provide for me. I can’t afford stitches. Are you going to tell people to give me money? Is it going to just close up miraculously? I’m kinda excited to see how you provide for me this time.” I wasn’t really worried what was going to happen, because I knew God would provide for me, Kind of hard to explain the feeling. When I got to my friends house I saw one of my friends on the couch and said I need you to take me to the ER, and showed him my blood covered hand and my bloody lip. He said “O gosh what did you do this time?!” I’m getting quite a reputation here in Philly. Before I left for the ER another friend was there, Chileshi a doctor, said “I can patch it up for you if I had sutures.” We looked for sutures at Right Aid, and found none. So instead we got medical glue stuff, and medical tape. We patched it up for the time being. But all night long it was still bleeding. So the next day She said I could meet her at her place of work and she would stitch it up for me. I layed there in her on call room, and her and her medical student went to work on my lip. They gave me a numbing shot, which made my lip get bigger then Angalina Jole’s lips. Basically it looked like I had botox shots in my lip. My upper lip match my lower lip in size. It was pretty amazing.( So there is how the title makes sense.)

It was a pretty amazing experience I must say. It was awesome to see God provide for me. I was expecting to dish out money and see God bring more money in, but God had better plans. God provided for me big time. It made me realize how much God’s grace is on me and how much I don’t deserve it AT ALL. And how much God has provided for me since Philly. Providing everything from being reimbursed after being jumped, to my lip, and just having enough money to pay my bills. It is a pretty amazing thing. I know that seeing God provide for me last weekend gave me a huge faith booster. So who ever reads this I hope you were encouraged. And if you don’t believe in God, hopefully some day you taste a little bit of Him.

A week has past now, and you can barely tell that my face was even messed up.

And I posted a picture of my lip right before they put in the stitches. You can see my friends hand showing off my face. It this was on monday night a day after the gashing occured. If you are squeamish don’t look.

It’s Official, I live in the hood. (WARNING explicit content, not for small children)

So here it is… I know I haven’t posted a blog in a while, but I have a riveting and gut wrench post about my life. It all started Monday Oct 30th on the eve of Halloween. I was having an amazing day. I sold well over my quota at work, and school was easy and good that night. I even got out of my evening class early…. Dun dun dun.

I did my usual thing after class, walked to the train station and got on the train. On my train ride life was good, I was listening to my healed IPOD (story for another time but it’s an awesome story.) When I got off the train I started walking up the hill to my house. The train station is about 5 blocks from my house. At this time it was about 10 PM. And a beautiful night, the air was warm and there wasn’t too much of a breeze, and the nice sent of fall was around with the sound of leaves under my feet. I was looking at the ground thinking about how I should draw a leaf for my acceptance portfolio to Tyler school of art. Then all of a sudden… I got shoved from behind and I hit the ground. I was facing a tree and there was a fence to my left. I turned around pissed wounding if it was one of the kids on my block trying to be funny, but it wasn’t. Some guy ran up on me and said “GIVE ME YOURE FUCKING MONEY!!” and it looked like he had a knife or gun or was just holding his hand too look like that. I don’t know which. Regardless I did what the movies tell you to do. Throw up your hands and say I don’t have anything. I don’t know why, but I guess he didn’t believe me, so he punched me on the right side of my head. I then tried to protect my head from the blows thrown at me. The whole time he was throwing me complements like “Shut the Fuck up” and “Mother Fucker” and “I’m going Fuck you up” (sorry about all the curse words, its life, deal) I was struggling and yelled help a few times only to have a foot reply to ribs. I then got the idea to play possum. I thought maybe if I act like they had knocked me out they would stop punching me and just take my stuff. So I did just that. Then all of a sudden I realized they were dragging me. This I didn’t like, so I thought, forget this acting crap I don’t wanna die. When they were dragging me they bumped me into a fence so I reached out and grabbed it to stop my motion. I couldn’t see a thing through this whole thing because they had my hoodie pulled up over my head. When I grabbed the fence they decided that id let go if they kicked me. But I didn’t let go. I finally was able to see out of my hoodie and I saw 4 guys above. What a complement, they knew they need four guys to take down a beast like Chris Schwartz. As soon as I looked up they punched me in the head again and said “we don’t wanna see your face.” Then I felt hands go into my pockets and take my phone and ipod and train pass. (the train pass was only good for one more day so who cares) Then they took my back pack off me. And kicked me again. I guess for good measure. The whole time the main guy was saying “I’m going to knock you fucking out if you move. I’m going to knock you Fucking out.” The main guy came up to me and Said “GIVE ME WHATS IN YOUR FUCKING POCKETS!! OR ILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!!” I replied, “I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING IN MY FUCKING POCKETS! AND STOP FUCKING HITTING ME!!!” He then said “ILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!!” I said “ IF YOU HIT ME ONE MORE TIME YOU WONT GET NEER MY POCKETS! NOW BACK THE FUCK UP.” I stood up despite him getting ready to punch me and showed him that my pockets had nothing in them. His homies had already taken the stuff out of my pockets. When I showed him he backed down and went over to my back pack with his other friend. They were disappointed that there was only 3 bucks in my wallet. So then they proceeded to search the rest of my back pack and steal my phone, camera, ipod, and computer. The thing I was most upset about was the fact that all my art work was gone with my computer. That sucked… A lot!

But all considering that situation life is good. Right now it is 3 days later and I still don’t have any of that stuff back, but my body is fine. I’m a little sore on my side and my head still hurts a little, but Praise God that I’m ok. I don’t even have any visible bruises. I could have gotten shot, stabbed, or even beaten unconscious. So praise God. I learned a lot of lessons out of it, but I don’t have time to write them. Maybe ask me some time and id love to tell you. But hey that was only my first jumping so I have it a lot better the other people around here.

I hope my post was not disappointingly boring. It has been awhile so I decided to make sure my next post was better then the rest, and hey this whole story is true. If you try to call me you’ll see my phone is out of service, so it’s true.

I would post picture... but my camera got stollen, remember!

Here is an AMAZING video I stubbled across. man it makes me wanna make art.