I seem to have developed an affinity for constructing lists of certain things. I would like to take this opportunity to compile a list of some of the things that I consider to be the creepiest things ever known to man, at least in my book. Without furthur adieu...
a. Chucky from the movie Child's Play ("Good Guy Dolls")
b. People who work the Prize Desk at Chuck-E-Cheez's (and Chuck-E's band)
c. Ice Cream Trucks that slowly drive through a neighborhood playing a jingle
d. A Ball Sac (Scrotum)
e. Male high school Field Hockey coaches
f. The combination of a Black Trench Coat, Black Boots, and long Black Hair
g. Bowling Alley Owners
h. Jigsaw on his Tricycle (from "Saw" movies)
i. Peep Holes
j. American Idol's Adam Lambert
k. The inventor of Rohypnol (roofies)
l. People on MySpace
m. The Streets of Oxford after 3:00 AM
n. Milk served in a clear bag instead of a standard mini carton
o. Porn Shop Owners
p. Traveling Carnivals and the people who work them, especially Ferris Wheels q. People who play Magic the Gathering
r. People who call Late-night Adult Chat Hotlines
s. Ventriloquist Dolls
t. People on "To Catch a Predator"
u. The Leprechan in the movie "Leprechan"
v. People who wear shirts that say "They're Out There," referring to aliens
w. Grundles
x. The Bad Guy from the movie "Dennis the Menace"
y. The "Dog" in Beauty and the Beast who was actually a Foot Rest
z. Bloggers
QUOTES OF THE DAY:
"Hi! I'm Chucky! And I'm your friend 'til the end!"
"Hi! I'm Chucky! Wanna play?"
- Chucky
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
I am so creeped out right now. I need to stop writing. Until we meet again.
I have compiled a list of things that you just gotta respect. Things that are just too classic. Things that just stand the test of time. You Just Gotta Respect:
a. A hottie B-dubs waitress
b. Hamilton Porter (Sandlot)
c. Charlie Conway (Mighty Ducks Trilogy)
d. Bruce Boggtrotter (Matilda)
e. Your standard Emo kid
f. A 300-yard drive
g. Your standard Home-Run blast to the bleachers
h. A stock 3-yard TD run up the gut into the zone
i. Hitting the High School Cup in Beer Pong j. Sum 41
k. Slapping the glass on your standard Lay-Up
l. Showering with a beer
m. "That's what she said" opportunities
n. Your classic overly serious Pick-up basketball player at the YMCA
o. Fortune Tellers in gradeschool
p. Bank Shots
q. Realizing that you are currently on Photo #126 in a Person's album that you don't know
r. Evil, menacing "Putties" from The Power Rangers
s. Your standard pair of Tighty-Whities t. Your classic, well-executed Picture Crop
u. Asking the question, "Yo, you goin' out tonight?"
v. Your classic overly blatant Sext Message at 2:40 AM
w. Drink Specials that are not special by any means
x. White basketball players
y. Brett Favre and how much better he is at life than you
z. Your classic Blogger who tries to be funny and then hopes that people inform him that they read and love his blog so he can have something to talk about (...me)
Bonus Respectable Items:
i. Dutch Ovens
ii. Jnco Jeans / Soaps / Grinding Rails
iii. McDonald's Breakfast ends at 10:30 AM
iv. Just straight-up knowing that someone is way cooler than you
v. Just straight-up knowing that you have no chance with a girl
This list goes on and on everybody. There are things in life that you just gotta respect. I take the approach that you can find humor in everything around you. Everything and everyone fulfills some sort of role in life. I think people sometimes simply need to lighten up and learn to cool their jets. Enjoy everything that life offers us. Try to find beauty in everything. Everyone gets upset and emotional at certain times. I say to sit-back, relax, and ask yourself, "Is this really gonna matter in the future when I look back on it?" There is a good chance that you will smile and laugh, and realize that it really was not a big deal. Belieee' dat.
Holy weekend. I seriously underestimated the beast. Oxford got the best of me, that is for damn sure. I would like to thank everyone who made this weekend possible: Friends, enemies, food establishments, bars, Nintendo64, iPod Playlists, cable television, and Bop-It (original version, 3 options: Twist it, Pull it, Bop it). This weekend was brought to you by the City of Oxford and viewers like you.
I would like to give a special shout-out to the girls of Landmark for hosting such a wonderful event a few days back. You know it's the best party ever when you literally cannot move. I found myself stuck in the corner, which is generally my go-to spot at a party because no one wants to talk to me anyways, talking to a bunch of nerds. I was trapped for the remainder of the evening. Sam Sosey, I believe I went beast mode on your whole bag of puffed Cheetos in the upstairs kitchen. I would generally buy you another bag in return, but they were puffed version. Everyone knows that crunchy are infinitely better than the whimpy puffed Cheetos. So, with that being said, I would actually argue that you owe me a bag for having to resort to puffed instead of crunchy. You have one week to deliver the goods. Also, I did take a dump in the upstairs bathroom next to the kitchen. You guys need better toilet paper. I suggest Charmin Ultra-Soft, but that's just me. Um, what else? Most likely creeped a few girls out, which is standard procedure for every event I attend. No worries, though. Oh yeah, Lexi I was looking for you near the end of the evening to try to meet under the mistle toe. I do not believe anything transpired, we failed to meet up. There is always next time. That was about the summary of my time spent at Landmark's epic rage. Well done ladies, standing ovation.
So I had it in my head that we had half a year left to spend at school. Then I realized it is more like three and a half months that we have left to enjoy. That is nuts. I felt like it was yesterday that I was scopin' babes from the monkey bars at recess at Saint Raphael's.
I suggest everyone say a few prayers for Haiti. As if the condition and health of Haiti was not already tragic enough, it has now become astronomically devastating. Words cannot describe what people are dealing with over there. We complain about an exam or an assignment that we have to study for or complete, and the people of Haiti have burdens like no access to food for days, and no money to even buy food. Many children have no family, no home, and the only clothes they have are the ones they have on their back. We complain that we don't have a Blackberry yet, and the people of Haiti complain that they do not have anywhere warm to sleep. We have to learn to get over ourselves. In the grand scheme of life, we are but one person among nearly 6.8 billion people. Next time you find yourself lying in a warm bed complaining about something in your life, I suggest you take a big step back and realize that you are beyond lucky for just having that warm bed to sleep in night after night. Put your daily complaints aside and gain some perspective about the world around you.
QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
"Let go your heart.
Let go your head.
And feel it now."
- David Gray
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
Take a moment out of your day to pray for Haiti and its people. Take a moment to pray for everyone's personal intentions. Love your neighbor as you love yourself. Gain some perspective about the world you live in.
Let me enlighten you, the way I always do. Take a seat, take a load off your feet. Just listen to my word, although it may sound absurd. Enjoy the show, I'll show you what I know, have you sayin' bravo. I will be your mentor, do not fret I did sensor. All ears, I'll have you in tears.
Your Face < My Face
By: Brad Mattson
Your face, look like Schaffer Degen. My face, got more health than a vegan.
Your face, might as well trade-in. My face, more clutch than Kingpin.
Your face, uglier than sin. My face, where to begin?
Your face, resembles a fart. My face, got more love than a heart.
Your face, cheaper than Wal-Mart. My face, smoother than Paul Blart.
Your face, sloppier than a shart. My face, state-of-the-art.
Your face, deserves a slap. My face, more satisfying than a crap. Your face, should be covered up. My face, got more swag than Tin Cup.
Your face, more average than Joe. My face, fresher than aloe.
Your face, can Kiss My Anthia. My face, got more fight than Xanthia.
Your face, shittier than a crap stain. My face, got more rap than Wayne.
Fin.
Shall I proceed? There is no need. I have done all the damage that ya'll can manage. I am Queens Boulevard, you collect beans like a retard. I'm just a man on a mission, don't believe in any superstition. I'm bout to lay you down, wipe off that frown. Let me see that grin, it comes from within. I do have more flow, but now I must go. Pressed for time, I'm just tryin' to get mine. Babes to see, places to be. Seacrest, out. Please, do not pout.
QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
"People always told me, be careful of what you do.
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts.
And mother always told me be careful of who you love.
And be careful of what you do, 'cause the lie becomes the truth."
- Michael Jackson
CLOSING REMARKS:
Go fast again, Dad. Get your balls back. I would like to take this opportunity to offer my apologies to anyone who took the time to read this blog. Depending on your personal reading speed, you have probably wasted anywhere from 2 to 5 minutes of your life. I deeply regret these transgressions with regards to what this blog eventually became: a P.O.S. (piece of shit). This blog is now pronounced dead at 8:14 PM on January the 14th, 2010. May the angels lead you into Heaven, and may God have mercy on your soul.
You miss me yet? No? How bout now? No? Fine, duly noted. I get it, you have not missed me. But you know what, I will not lose any sleep over it. I will continue to carry on sharing my thoughts to all of my loyal followers, that is of course if I actually have any. I like to think that there are a few of you out there. Alright, seatbelts fastened everybody? Let's roll.
Got to show love and respect to the first week of classes for the semester. It has been said that history tends to repeat itself. I sure hope that history does not repeat itself this last semester of my collegiate career. I cannot afford to revisit the ghosts of some of my previous semesters. Those ghosts visit me in my nightmares and straight-up creep on me harder than I do at Brick Street. I need to lace up my sneakers this semester and finish strong. I have dug myself a bit of a hole for this final lap, but it is my job to dig myself out. Come to think of it, it probably more closely resembles a crater than a small hole. However, I must face the music and keep dancin' until the bar closes. I cannot merely hope that history does not repeat itself. I have to grab the bull by the horns and break mental sweats just like my main man White Goodman does. How do you think he managed to build world-famous GloboGym, Inc. The planning and construction of GloboGym facilities required endless hours of hard work, sweat, persistence, and determination. And yes, a large inheritance from his father, Earl Goodman, but that is neither here nor there. This final semester, I must build my own GloboGym. I must grab the bull by the horns. Just like Beyonce and Destiny's Child do during a bad break-up, I must do the same. I am a survivor, I'm not gonna give up, I'm gonna work harder, I'm gonna make it. And so, just like Team GloboGym does every time they prepare for dodgeball battle, just like Camp Hope does as they prepare for the Apache Relay, and certainly just like Team X-Blades and Team Pup 'N Suds do every time they strap on their K2 blades and hit the halfpipes, quarterpipes, and vert ramps, "We will, we will...rock you." Boom. Roasted.
Something that has been on my mind recently is the idea that you should always give each and every person that you meet in your life at the very least a fighting chance to become part of your life. I remember as far back as gradeschool that there were certain people that I simply did not give the time of day to. I immediately wrote them off as a person that I did not want to know or become friends with. I made an immediate decision that some people offered me nothing positive. It is far too easy to get caught up in making immediate judgments about people that you meet. Many times, these immediate judgments are based solely on physical appearance. The truth is, everyone that you meet in your life can provide you with something positive. Even if you meet a certain person and the two of you clearly do not see eye-to-eye and will most likely not become friends even anytime in the distant future, there are still valuable things to be learned from someone like this. You have done your job if you have given this person a fair opportunity to become part of your life. No matter the outcome, you have given that person a fighting chance. It is so important not to write a person off right from the start merely because of negative first impressions or some other transparent reason. I feel as though it is always the people that you least suspect to become an important part of your life that do in fact actually become that irreplaceable person in your life. And many times, it is actually the people who you least suspect that will end up letting you down in a big way. Life really is full of unexpected events repeated time and time again. Just remember the importance of giving everyone a legitimate chance. Of course, this does not mean that every encounter with someone new will lead to a special lifetime bond. I just ask you to get to know someone before an opinion is formed. Give every person a fighting chance, you never know what type of bond could slowly start to develop. Surprise yourself. Life's a garden, dig it.
QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
"But thoughts they change, and times they rearrange, I don't know who you are anymore.
Loves come and go, and this I know, I'm not who you recall anymore.
But I must confess, you're so much more then I remember.
Can't help but entertain these thoughts, thoughts of us together."
- Anberlin
RANDOM ALANIS MORISSETTE QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
Must stop quoting Alanis Morissette. Uncertain as to why I even started, but now it must rest in peace for the time being. Take care, Alanis.
What up Oxford. Good to be back. My blankets, pillows, bed, and couches have missed me, and I have missed them in return. There is nothing better than a solid nap at your home base posting zone back at school. There are no parents. And as it turns out, the process of answering parental phone calls just happens to be optional. Class attendance has also proved to be optional as well. Assignments, exams, and studying are all optional. Brick Street is required. It has a mandatory attendance policy. No Exceptions. Any questions, comments, concerns, or refusals to comply with party and/or bar sanctions and policies should be directed at the toll-free number belonging to Mr. Andrew Borgia at 1-800-I-Am-The-Best-Partier-Ever. I am currently signed up for BRK 417 (CRN 19245) with Professor Borgia, which meets SMTWRFS at Brick Street from 11:30 PM to 2:30 AM. His office hours follow right after the class from 2:30 AM until 4:30 AM at the late night party up above, SkyBox. He is the best professor guaranteed or your money back! He is the craziest ever! I still have to scope the class roster to see if there are any hotties with bodies also in the class. So you say you have already had the old bull, and now you want the young calf? Andrew Borgia is both the old bull AND the young calf. He is Legend like Will Smith. His style is impetuous. His defense is impregnable, and he's just flat-out ferocious. He wants your heart. And you wanna know what? He will get your heart, whether you try to fall head over heals for him or not. His looks will get the very best of you. His charm and his poetic nuggets of wisdom will have your heart begging for mercy and fresh air. His sex is on fire. He will have you even before he says hello. Andrew Borgia is a benchmark human being that normal men can only aspire to be, and a gold standard human being that sexy females can only aspire to be on. Ladies love him so much, and I do not blame a single one of them for a New York minute. Borgia is the Carter, so hold on to your teenage daughter. Sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real. Never meant to make Borgia cry, I apologize a million times. Love you Andrew. Stay perfect.
Anywho, what a joke. Life at this point in my life is just so overbearing and demanding. It has really taken a toll on my body both physically and mentally. I have aged. I am quickly approaching John Ryan levels of baldness, and John's bald head is a Verizon Dead Zone. Absolutely zero reception. That's a fact, Jack. I will soon be investing in hair growth products. Johnny, any advice? Buy more hats? Fair enough, acknowledged. I have gray hairs creeping up on me even faster than Stephen Corey Mack at a track and field event. I look tired, no energy. Does an end exist to this madness? I have my doubts. Oh yes, I think it is worth noting that I literally live a healthy 30 feet away from multiple (i.e., more than one) local watering holes (an antiquated term for "bar"). I receive daily text messages from bars that reveal drink specials. Is anyone picking up on a theme here? Trouble is on the horizon. We must protect this house. "Now I'm done" (B. Quinn).
So, I was thinking. How lucky am I and everyone else that gets the opportunity to attend a great college? What an unbelievable stepping stone to help us get to where we want to be. What a great place to make lifelong friendships. In college, I have experienced many things. Not a single event, however, will ever come close to the day that I got to meet Andrew Borgia for the very first time. There I was, standing in front of, shaking hands with, and staring into the eyes of a legendary and iconic figure. That moment in time will stand still forever. It will stand the test of time the way a Rolex watch does, or the way Victoria's special secret has (does anyone know her secret per chance?). Nothing will change that, ever. The idea that we get to spend four years of our life in an atmosphere like this is unbelievable. Remember to count your blessings. This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.
QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
"3, 6, 9.
Damn, she fine.
Hopin' she can sock it to me one mo' time.
Get low, get low.
To the window, to the wall."
- Lil' Jon (& the Eastside Boyz)
RANDOM ALANIS MORISSETTE QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
"Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly.
He packed his suitcase, and kissed his kids goodbye.
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight.
And as the plane crashed down he thought, 'Well isn't this nice...' And isn't it ironic? Don't you think?"
- Morissette, Alanis.
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
You can get it if you really want, but you must try. Try and try, try and try. You'll succeed at last.
Lunch has been canceled due to lack of hustle. Deal with it.
I am back at school for my last rodeo, damn time flies. If someone gave me the option to go back to 3rd grade, I would totally jump on that opportunity. Back when the biggest and happiest part of my day was lunchtime where I could ravage my Gushers, Sharkbites, Dunkaroos, Ham & Cheese Lunchable, and Hi-C Ecto Cooler. Wait, that hasn't changed. I might have added Coffee to my repertoire, but lunch is still just about the same nutritious items just mentioned. The worst part of my day back in 3rd grade was failing to conquer the boss man Dr. Robotnik in Sonic for SEGGGAAA Genesis gaming console. The worst part of my day now is not much different either. Instead of losing in Sonic, it has now become losing in NFL Blitz for Nintendo64. My team has historically been the Dallas Cowboys. My go to defensive scheme for Blitz is "Suicide Blitz," and my go to offensive play is "Da Bomb." Every once in a blue moon I will resort to a "Safety Zone" defensive schematic, or implement an "X-Cross" and/or "UTB Deep" into the rotation. Of course, you have to remember to use the FLIP feature to offensive plays to add variety. Keeps the defense on their toes.
Man those were the days. I would not hesitate to go back even further to the days where I was pushed around in a shaded stroller. Maybe that is how I became so ridiculously lazy at times (all the time). Back then, we were not even expected to walk. We would get carried around either via parent's back (suspended baby backpack holder) or by means of a shaded stroller where we are greeted by blankets and pillows to burrow and make a nest in. We had no idea what was happening at any point during the course of a day. We would just stare at the people around us and possibly squirt some tears if we did not like who was currently holding us, if we were hungry, or if we layed down a giant dump in our Huggie's. Man, come to think of it, we literally did not have to do ANYTHING. We even had people wipe our own ass for us. We did not even have the ability to wipe our butt so we literally had other people take care of and manage the day-to-day operations of our always tricky butt wiping department. Now that is what I would call personal service. Too personal, perhaps? Not a chance. Who doesn't respect a good butt cleansing? Man, those really were the days. We also got hooked up so huge with all the fly outfits we wore. All we wore were timeless "onesie" full body pajama suits, many times even with the "footies" included to keep our toes nice and snug. We would just post so hard all day ensconced in strollers, suspended baby backpacks, the cracks of couches, or cribs wearing essentially a Snuggie everyday as our outfit. Those are the days I'll be missing. That was the life. Oh, sorry for the butt wiping comments. Probably could have done without.
It is so funny though to look back at our childhood memories. If you are lucky enough to have family videos, and you ever get a chance to look at old family videos or pictures, I suggest doing it. I do not think there is any better type of entertainment besides maybe Texts From Last Night browsing. It is so funny to see how incredibly uncool you were, and most likely still are because as they say: the more things change, the more they stay the same. It's always good to look back and reflect on who helped you get to where you are at today. For me and most people, that would definitely be my parents, brothers and sister, grandparents, and friends. I would not have been able to live the life that I live without their guidance, financial and emotional support, and most importantly their love that they have always shown to me. It is crazy to think that you literally could have been born into any family in the world, in any place in the world, at any period of time in the history of the world. But it is with your unique family, in your own town, at this specific time in history that you were chosen to be a special part of. I am not fully sold on the idea that everything happens for a reason, but I would argue that in this case that idea proves to be true. To be chosen to have the family and parents that you have, and to live in the place that you live, or even go to the school that you go to, at this exact time period in the history of the world, has to be for some special, divine reason that is still unknown to us. So, I guess I personally feel that not everything happens for a reason, but some aspects of our life are indeed for a special reason that we have yet to discover. Someday, that reason might be revealed to us.
The reason why I feel not everything happens for a reason is because I just truthfully think some of the events that happen to us throughout the course of our lives are plain and simply for no real reason. Things sometimes happen just...because. As I just said, there simply may be no single, objective reason as to why something has or has not happened in your life. I feel as though too often we like to put too many labels on certain events, or give too many possible reasons as to why something has or has not happened. I am working on accepting certain events that happen to me in my life for exactly what they are: an event that has now become part of me, contributing to who I am and who I am not. Accepting events does not mean that you fail to give each day your all, or you fail to try your best to influence the outcomes of the events in your life. Acceptance means that even after you have given all of yourself to reach your desired goals, and your absolute best falls short, you must graciously accept the temporary defeat, and continue on with effort that is better than your previous best the next time around. And the time after that, continuing forever until you literally no longer have anything of yourself to give. Remember, sit back and relax when you are struggling with learning to accept something that has happened to you. You can sport your sad puppy dog face until the end of time, but remember the world around you is not going to sit back and wait around for you until you bounce back, the world around you will move on with or without you. As for me, I will choose the option to continue moving my way along with the rhythm of the world every single day of the week, and twice on Sunday. QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"Belief is a beautiful armor,
But makes for the heaviest sword.
Like punching under water,
You never can hit who you're trying for."
- John Mayer
DAILY DOUBLE BONUS QUOTE:
"G.T.L., baby. Gym, Tanning, Laundry."
- The Situation
RANDOM ALANIS MORISSETTE QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
"And what it all comes down to, is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine. Cause I've got one hand in my pocket, and the other is givin' a high-five."
- Morissette, Alanis.
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
Yeah Baby! Hook 'em horns. Colt McCoy wins the national champio... Wait, no. Sorry. "Classic mix-up!"
This is Meatson comin' at cha full throttle straight to your face. I highly suggest you stay clear of the tracks when the Meat Express is operating at maximum speed headed right for your sorry ass, ready and more than capable of forcefully wiping that little smirk clean off of your face.
You scared yet? Or are you thirsty for more?
Fair enough, it is apparent that you are terrified. Please stop shaking in your boots, I come in peace. I am a lover, not a fighter. Check that, I am absolutely, positively, definitely not a fighter as my friend(s?) can attest to. I should mention, however, that this is certainly not by choice. I would absolutely love to be able to take names and kick some serious ass. I, however, have yet to acquire the proper prerequisites for becoming involved in a legitimate fight. To become a true contender in a fight requires muscle and strength. I have none (yet). It also requires quickness. I do not have quickness (I am white, quickness will probably never be fully acquired). A fight also requires experience. I have no experience (I am currently only accepting invitations to fight from Schaffer Degen). Many times fights also require at least a decent base of alcohol consumption. I certainly have the ability to build a proper base, you can believe that. Finally, there is often a female figure involved who serves as the centerpiece of the conflict. This female figure serves as the rising action, the climax (that is what she said), and the falling action as well within the course of a potential brawl. Guy likes girl, other guy fittingly likes [same] girl as well. What we have here is the classic love triangle we see time and time again at low-key cocktail bars such as Oxford's finest Brick Street Bar & Grill (Spirits - Food - Entertainment), timeless television shows like "Secret Life of the American Teenager" or "Jersey Shore," or even the heart-wrenching movies on networks like "Lifetime" or "Oxygen." I become so immersed in the acting and drama of these epic shows and movies. It is almost like it's happening to me. The emotions that these actors reveal to their viewing audience is captivating and unparalleled. Take my breath away why don't you? Just shut up. Just shut up. You had me at hello. You had me at hello.
For real though, I do watch some of those shows and movies. They are awesome, for lack of a better superlative. "Jersey Shore" without a hint of doubt makes me dumber every minute I watch it. The second and third re-runs that I also watch make me 2x and 3x (respectively) dumber as each minute goes by. Oh well.
Enough about the prerequisites of fights and the ins-and-outs (that is what she said) of Lifetime movies. I would like to share a few thoughts on a more noteworthy topic.
Truth be told, I am uncertain as to how to organize my thoughts. I guess I will begin by saying that I find it amazing how we can be so absolutely certain about a decision in one moment, and before you can even take your very next breath we will suddenly find ourselves so unbelievably uncertain about that decision. Why does our mind work in such funny ways? Why does everything have to be so complicated? People often say to make decisions based solely on what YOU want to do. We always hear, "Do what YOU think." We hear, "Do what you think is best for YOU." I would argue that trying to live up to that advice is almost unfair. Because, as we all know, whoever is giving you that advice ultimately wants what he or she would prefer you to decide.
I am of the thought that this world needs much more honesty. Relationships need more honesty. Every single type of relationship, especially romantic relationships, needs more brutal honesty. When you really break a relationship down to its core, trust and honesty will always remain the glue that keeps two people together. Yes, I am aware that sometimes there are some tiny white lies that can occasionally be valid. And yes, I really have not been in many very serious relationships, but I still stand by my assertion that honesty and trust will always remain the top priority in any type of relationship, and I believe the world needs more of it. Maybe the fact that I have not been in many serious relationships is because I am too brutally honest. Or perhaps it is because I am a skinny and pale nerd. Almost certainly the latter. I am fully aware that people change, people fall in and out of love (or so they try to believe), and some people's values, thoughts, and ideals change within the course of a relationship, but I believe people still need to be way more up front with each other. Honesty, even it means leaving someone with a painful bruise, will still always remain the best policy.
It is certainly true that the cold truth always hurts, and will sometimes leave an indelible, permanent scar on your heart and mind for a lifetime. However, I am not sure about anyone else, but I would certainly like to know the honest, almost always painful truth rather than live a lie. This much I know is true. Show me two people who are fully honest with each other, and I will show you a relationship that has the potential to last a lifetime.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"Everybody needs a place to rest.
Everybody wants to have a home.
Don't make no difference what nobody says,
Ain't nobody like to be alone.
Everybody's got a hungry heart."
- Bruce Springsteen
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
Last semester of college is here for me and many of my degenerate friends. Let's make the most of it. Rock 'n Roll.
Greetings Nerds. Happy 2010! Only two more short years until the earth is going to come to end and take a crap on all of us at the same time. We are so F'ed and we know it too. New Year's Eve parties to bring in 2012 are going to be so epic. Everyone is definitely going to get lucky. Everyone is going to try to go out with a bang, literally. So, nerds like myself and Schaffer Degen are in luck, baby! Get some. Just think, in two short years from now, I will be making babies with a beautiful babe watching the world come to not just a screeching temporary hault, but the end as we know it. What a beautiful way to go out. I'll take it.
My New Years celebration last evening was a boat load of fun. However, I was significantly over-served at the bar. "All You Can Drink" bar packages should literally be illegal. It is not necessarily the amount of beverages that I was concerned about, but rather the specified time frame in which the "All You Can Drink" all-inclusive package drink deal was available. Within this specified period of time, my spirits were high and all was well with the world around me. Too well, in fact. Every female located within that bar was suddenly transformed into a total Mega-Hottie Super Babe. Many unseemly text messages somehow escaped from my phone and jumped into other people's phones. Funny how that happens. I suddenly know every lyric from songs like "Together Again" by Janet Jackson (which actually is such a great song), "Single Ladies" by Beyonce, or "3" by It's Britney, bitch. Also within this magical period of time, I have probably managed to spark a very deep conversation with just about every patron at the bar. I am sure those conversations made so much sense. It is always so much fun to dig through your phone the next morning and see what irreversible damage has been done. I have to immediately activate damage control mode to see what can be fixed, what has slight potential to be fixed, or what is just truly out of the complete realm of possibility of repair. Life's tough, get a helmet. So it goes.
I do truly hope everyone had a great New Year's celebration. Try to make this year your best year yet. Try to make some resolutions that are realistic and attainable. Follow through with some things that you have been meaning to do. After all, as I have said before, our time here is short. We have to make the most of it. I ask you, what would you attempt to do if you knew that you couldn't possibly fail? I believe that is the mindset all of us must adopt in trying to achieve whatever it is that we aspire to achieve. You have to learn to adopt the attitude that you are the biggest and baddest boss of all, and learn to let nothing stand in your way of your final destination.
Remember, in order to achieve what you set out for, you must first define a goal. You have to know what specifically you are after. Secondly, you have to define a reason. Why is it that you want to achieve your goal? Continually visualize your goal and continually repeat your reason for wanting to attain it. This is especially crucial when the path towards your goal gets tough and tiresome. It is in those moments when you feel like calling it quits that you have to repeat to yourself your special reason for your goal, and continue onwards with your pursuit. In the end, you will come out a much stronger person. Success is the sum of small efforts repeated day after day. Strive to become a better You in this new year. We have presented to us a fresh, brand new start. Make the most of it. Everyday is a new opportunity, and it is never too late to start your journey towards the attainment of that special goal you always keep stored away in the back of your mind. Make a trip to the attic of your mind, dust off that goal of yours, and...achieve it. I promise you, when 2010 comes to a close and we welcome in 2011, you will regret not giving it your all towards the personal goal you have been wanting desperately to achieve. Leave no regrets. Learn to fuck the day up. Show each and every day who the biggest and baddest boss in town really is. When you have at long last arrived at your final destination and have achieved your goal, you can sit back and embrace that indescribable feeling. You will look back at your journey, and finally realize just how truly worth all of it was every single step of the way. Get some, baby.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"To change the world,
Start with one step.
However small,
The first step is hardest of all.
But once you get your gait,
You'll be walkin' tall.
You said you never did,
Cause you might die trying."
- Dave Matthews
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
Get up out of bed and fuck the day up ladies and gentlemen. The day is out there waiting for us, get up and do work.
q. People who play Magic the Gathering
