Your Body Is A Wonderland

When I said I'd write "this week" I lied. Alright, no I didn't, but I was out getting drunk and shit doing charitable work and helping myself grow as a person. Actually, I had a great weekend. I have to extend my congratulations to the graduates of Bridgewater State and Framingham State University, you guys rock. So many of my friends are moving on, and I wish you all the best of luck.

This past weekend, I ironically returned to Framingham for the first time since I left, on the day that I should have graduated, had I stayed there. Funny how life works. I had a great time in Framingham, or "Framingfram" as I was apparently calling it by the end of the night. Rekindled my old friendships, drank beer, and just had a jolly time.

I've been wicked busy getting shat on by life this week. Seriously haha. I went out to Tommy Doyle's on Wednesday, and rocked the open mic, which was a great time, but somehow I managed to lose my car/house/apartment/life keys in the meantime. Long story short, I was at Tommy's till about 3:30am, and still don't have my car keys. So, if you're reading this and have my keys, fuck you, I hope you choke on a dick. There's a much more detailed account of what went down that night by Matt, who was with me, which you can find here.

So that set the tone for a shitty week, I'm finally getting back into the swing of things by the time the weekend rolls around, and of course, Memorial Day Weekend on the Cape makes for a shitty work weekend. Now, I know I've been writing a lot about work lately, but that's all I do now. Seriously, it's like I go drink and go to work. Sweet life. Anyways, so the weekend was going alright, the tourists didn't suck too bad, but of course, that wouldn't last.

Now, we close at 6pm. This is posted around the mall, and in our store. I know it's odd for a mall to close so damn early, but fuck you guys, our mall sucks. So, of course, some self-righteous bitch decides to come in at 5:55pm. She doesn't make it up to the register until 6pm, which of course, now we're closed. The register wasn't working at all, so we informed her it may be awhile. Well, I put on my man pants and fixed shit, but she proceeded to bitch the entire time and ask for free shit.

Like seriously, I'm sorry you suck and can't shop at a normal hour, but fuck you, you pay for shit, and fuck you, you have to wait. I want to go home too. Bitch. LIKE. A. BASS.

 

Anyways, that's it for my ranting. I really don't have much other to complain about. I could target a specific part of my life and bitch, but I'll save that and do a wurt the furk later in the week (maybe). Like I said though, life is going pretty well. I'm happy. It's Summer, I'm hanging out, I'm doing what I want, life is good. If any of you are cool enough, I got my band, Hey Sandy, a show down in Plymouth in July, I'll let you know as it gets closer, but I'd love to see you all out there. It should be an awesome time.

I know I've been terrible at this 30 Day Photo Challenge, and I'm sorry, but it's time I don't have. So I'm dropping the "30 Day" from the title. I'll still finish it up. But at my own pace. But here you go, my treat to you

Eighteen

A picture of your biggest insecurity

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 My body. I'm not out of shape, and I'm lucky enough to eat a ton of shit and still stay really thin, however, I'm not the spitting image of physical health that I could be. And of course, that's my own fault, I don't really do much to change that. But hey, maybe that will change, and maybe I'll get around to it.

I've never been muscular, or totally flat bellied, and maybe that's a goal to shoot for. Fuck you, Photo Challenge for making me lay myself on the line like this, haha. Now you all can see why it took me so long to do this one. It looks like the next one will come a lot more easily to me.

I hope you all enjoyed my vulnerability here, and I hope you all have a fabulous Memorial Day, and start your Summer off right. Peace out, bitches.

Like A Boss

I feel like I owe you all a legitimate blog to make up for the epic bitchfest that was my last one. So, since I love you all so much, that's what you'll get. Actually, I was inspired to write based on the epic rantings of Matt, who just wrote a great blog that you all should check out. Other sidenotes, the Red Sox are on a streak right now, and I couldn't be happier, however, if you've been following my blog, you know that that means I am a clean shaven man. So here you go, the end of the Sox Beard:

 It's like being a whole different person without my face sweater.

So that's that. For those who are wondering, there you go, that's what I'd look like if I was a 10 year old child. But on to some other things. First off, I suppose my whining the other night was a little over the top. Shit sucks sometimes, and I can be an over-dramatic bitch. Deal with it. But still, life's not that bad, and shit doesn't suck that much, so I suppose my bitching was a little uncalled for. 

Like I said, things really aren't that bad. I'm pretty happy, and keeping my newly found butt-chin up (Seriously, I didn't even know what my face looked like under there). Anyways, something else that has been on my mind of late is graduation and moving on. Now, I'm a little slow, and I'm doing things my way, so I'm in college another year while a great number of my friends are moving on to the real world. I'd like to take a quick minute here to congratulate all of you on your accomplishments, and I wish you all the best of luck in the scary real world. Hopefully our paths will cross again, or not.

With everyone moving on, it makes me think about what I actually want to do with my life, and that is some scary stuff. I really have no idea what I want to do. I'm in love with my major right now, and that's making it hard for me to choose. Do I go into radio? Do I go to TV? Do I make movies? Do I do PR? So many choices, and so little time. I've done some awesome stuff as a Comm major, and met some seriously awesome people. But I still feel that I'm so far away from figuring out what I actually want to do. All I do know is...

I do not want to be stuck at Bass for the rest of my life. Coming home for the Summer brings with it some awesome things, I get to see my old friends, eat my parents food, and drive 5 minutes to work instead of 40, however, I work a lot. Which means I have to deal with the bullshit of work, customers, and of course, the lovely people who I work with. Now, I'm a pretty chill guy at this establishment. I'm the manager who gets shit done, but in a way that isn't really overbearing or filled with pressure. So, I'm fairly laid back and easy going. However, I cannot stand when that is taken advantage of.

One disadvantage of being 22 and a manager is that a great majority of the people who I am in charge of are older than me. And not by small amounts. So I have to bust my ass to get a little respect. This is a littly ranty, but I've been dealing with some bullshit from people for the past few months, and I'm sick of it. But you know what, ain't nothin' gonna break my stride. I'm keeping this positive attitude, so fuck the haters.

On the topic of work, I cannot stand people. Just because I work at a shoe store does not make me your personal shopper bitch for the day, nor does it give you the right to talk down to me. Look, I'm sorry we have like no wide shoes for your flippers, but that's not a reason to get pissy. Another thing. In what twisted world did we agree that the customer is always right? Fuck that noise. I work here, I know the policies and rules, chances are, I'm right. Gotta love retail.

That's all I got for tonight. I've already bombarded you with links in here, but I'm not above leaving a song for you to check out and enjoy. So enjoy, and I promise I'll get around to the 30 day photo challenge. This week, you have my word. All my love.

You Can't Always Get What You Want

So it's 1AM on a Sunday night, or rather, a Monday morning at this point. I hardly ever write this late at night, usually because I'm trying to sleep or I'm trashed, but I have a few things on my mind that I need to spill out into the world. Up until now, things were actually looking up for me, and everything was happy and fun. However, recently, the proverbial shit hit the fan, and I'm left pissed off again. So that's why I'm here, writing to you all. Not really to complain, I just gotta get this stuff out though.

I've gone through a lot of shit the past few months. It's crazy to think that I've spent half a year trying to figure shit out, and I'm pretty much back in square one. It's strange to come full circle like this, but I've certainly learned a lot of things that will stay with me throughout all of this. I've learned to think about my actions before jumping into them, for one. My impulse, must-have-now, decision making has gotten me into trouble, and caused me a lot of hurt and simply put, bad decisions over the past months, and that's one thing that I'm really trying to work on as a person going forward.

This whole thing has shown me who really matters in the long run. There are some people who will stand by you no matter what, and there are those who come from nowhere and stick it out to be someone you can really count on. And then there are those who when things turn sour, they're nowhere to be found. Or they have nothing but condescending thoughts for you. There are so many people in this world, and surrounding yourself with negative people will get you nowhere.

I'm not trying to be a bummer in this post, and I know it's ironic that I just wrote a humorous rant, and here I am bitching again. But really, I want to try and stay positive. There's no need to bring negative energy into my life, and if I'm still following the philosophy behind "The Secret", I need to attract positive energy. There are a lot of positive people in my life, and I thank you guys so much for being there. For the people who are throwing negative energy at me, I issue you a big Cee Lo Green "Fuck You".

I really don't have much else to say at this late hour, other than I'm upset, but getting through it. Shit sucks, but there's no use being down. So here's to keeping my head up, and starting something new and awesome. Because awesome is what I'm all about. A great man once said, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you get what you need", and man, was he right. Rock on, loves.

Facebook Creepers

Alright everyone, it’s been almost two weeks since my last post here, and I’m sorry, my children, I did not mean to leave you like that. I’ve been super busy with finals and finishing up school, and then on top of it all I got sick, so there’s my list of excuses. You’re all welcome to come to my pity party, formal dress required. Other than my woes, not much has happened within the past two weeks that I’ve left you all. Cinco de Mayo happened, that was a good time, I put a dent in that alcohol cache that I had stocked up, and was more hung over than I have been in quite some time.

But you guys don’t really care about my drinking stories, and if you do, get to know me on a personal level (my Facebook and Twitter are over there in the whatsit, and look at that, I just linked them there too, such a nice guy I am). You guys come here for some other reason, whether it be to hear me bitch, or see what pictures I post regarding my life, or you accidently clicked on to here, and if that’s the case, sorry that I’ve wasted your time, continue your search for internet porn.

I usually talk about what’s going on in my life, but it seriously hasn’t been that much. I’m really happy with how things are now. All of my positive energy is really coming back to me in the ways that I want it to, and I couldn’t be happier. All of the pieces of the puzzle that has been my life for the past months are falling into place. I’m just a really happy guy. Which is very cool for me to say, because I haven’t been able to say that for a while. Things are really looking up…bitch.

But enough of that. There are a few things that I haven’t done in quite some time, and one of those is a Wurt the Furk. Now, like I said, I originally wanted to do these more often or weekly, but pshhhh, let’s be honest, I’m not that good. So now I just do them when something starts to bother me. I’m sure most of you can relate to this.

Wurt the Furk: Facebook Abusers

We all have those friends on Facebook that we cringe when we see their stupid little face pop up under anything someone posts. They’re that person that always has to say something. Regardless of how ignorant they sound. They have opinions and thoughts and the world needs to hear them. NOW.

Like seriously? There is no need comment on every fucking thing someone posts. Let me illustrate. Note that all names are made up or borrowed, and have no connection to actual people I’m talking about:

David Bowie is Out getting crunk! Wooo!

                Keith Richards BOYS NIGHT WOO, YOU’LL HAVE TO INVITE ME NEXT TIME

David Bowie loves it when I turn and face the strange

                Keith Richards OH MAN THAT SUCKS LOLOLOLOL

Like, seriously, Keith Richards, there’s a reason David Bowie doesn’t want to fucking hang out with you. Stop commenting on all of his shit. And don’t be fooled by my lame example, David Bowie isn’t the only one Keith Richards is bothering.

Seriously, look at Keith Richards. David Bowie is just trying to get his mack on. Total cockblock.

Other than just commenting on anything and everything, these special Facebook creatures find the need to broadcast their social and political views to the world. And if you don’t follow their beliefs, then holy shit, you are wrong. Contrary to popular belief, Facebook is a terrible place to post your political or religious or (insert other controversial subject here), it’s a place to reconnect with friends, or creep on the hotties. Giggity. Seriously, get your soap boxing, political bullshit outta here.

Another example of Facebook abuse that I hate is the pointless status. I was going to offend my actual friends by posting their real statuses, but that would be rude. But looking at the news feed right now, I see a whole lot of vague complaints, i.e. “wicked bad mood”, a lot of song lyrics that just hit you in that right spot, and of course the stereotypical “oUt WiTh mi GuRlZzZ <33343”. No one gives a shit. If you’re in a “wicked bad mood”, don’t post it on Facebook. Fucking call a friend, and say “Hey, I’m pissed off, talk to me about it.” Posting it on Facebook would be like gathering everyone you ever knew up together, and just saying, “Man am I in a bad mood”, and then making them guess what was wrong.

Argh. Now I’ve got myself going. ANOTHER THING. If you are going to use the computer, please learn
how to spell. Firefox even spell checks for you. Better yet, if you really want to be sure, you might as well type your comments in Word first, just to be sure. If that fails, well, then you probably shouldn’t be using a computer.

This is getting very long and ranty at this point, so I’m gonna wrap it up. I’ve written this whole thing in Word because Blogger is down for service right now, so I’m just waiting to post. I’ll leave you all with some tunage, and be sure to pass this shit on to your friends if you think they’ll like hearing what’s in my head. If not, then fuck you. Peace out, my lovers.

The Power of Love

So I have some stuff that I really have to put out there today, after thinking about everything that has been going on. But first, as a totally unrelated note, it is fucking gorgeous outside. I'm currently laying in my grass in my front yard, writing this. Just so you all know and can be jealous. But this post isn't about how nice it is outside, or how "Right Me Up" is a perfect summery State Radio song, it's about my questions and opinions on world issues.

As most of you probably know, via it from the news, Twitter, or Facebook, Osama Bin Laden is dead. If you're ignorant like me, you found out from your friends Facebook statuses. Now, I'm not going to call anyone out here, but I do want to give you an idea of the posts I saw last night. Note that these are actual posts from my actual friends:"Osama Bin Laden, killshot, ftw", "About time we got that bastard", "America...FUCK YEAH", and "Ding dong, the witch is dead!". Now I want to put it out there that I in no way mean to make light of what this man has caused, but since when do we celebrate death?

(ed note: The following quote has been popping up on facebook, and it relates perfectly to what I'm saying here, so enjoy)

"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

It's a known fact that Osama Bin Laden was a terrible man, who did terrible things, and his thoughts and actions took the lives of many Americans. However, I find it incredibly interesting that instead of celebrating our soldiers, many people are celebrating this mans' death. It's sad that the road to peace is often paved with so much hate. It's a cycle, in order to solve a problem, we usually instigate more of a problem in the process. Like I said, and I can already feel the negative repercussions of this post, I mean no disrespect to anyone in this.

However, at what point is it okay to kill someone? Does the government have a chart laid out based on peoples actions and their punishments? If we can all remember back to Saddam Hussien, he was given a trial and sentenced to death. This is different than hunting him down and killing him. However, this raises a whole issue that I have with these trials and the policies behind them. These injustices happen all the time, even here in the great USA. (See Troy Davis).

Jimi Hendrix had a great saying, one that plasters my bedroom wall, and I feel that his words are timeless and reign true today more than ever "When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace". In a world that is so filled with hate, love and peace are shockingly absent in many of our lives.

I know this isn't the usual posting that you'd expect to find here, and I hope no one was truly offended by this, but this is an issue that really did strike a chord with me. I'll leave you all with that to think about, maybe I'm crazy, maybe it's just how I think, or maybe I'm not. Here's a song that you should all check out, and the message in it is clear.

We all need to overcome the hate.

Duh, Winning

Well, it's Sunday night, so I figured I'd grace you all with a little bit of a blog. Actually, by the time I finish writing this, it will most certainly be Monday morning, and I fucking hate Mondays. However, I barely have anything to do tomorrow except hang out in a few classes, fix some stuff up, and then go celebrate a good friend's birthday with some karaoke (ed. note: That word is impossible to spell. You'd think there would be more e's in there or some shit. mer.)

I hope that you all had a fantastic weekend, I certainly did. I visited my favorite bar on Friday night, and had a swell time. You can read the glorified and over-exaggerated recanting of it on Matts' blog, which you can find in the whatsit to your left. It was a good time though, and good to get out and enjoy myself. I am finally roommateless in this apartment now, which is bittersweet. Obviously, if you all remember back to my lovely post about roommates, then you know that being solo here isn't the worst thing in the world, I actually think I've had my door open today more than I've had in the past year. However, I would love some company here, especially to help me drink all the booze I've procured.

I'm not an alcoholic. They go to meetings.

Anywho, that's embarrassing. But whatever. So yeah, I had a really great weekend. Amanda and I went to IKEA and the Christmas Tree Shop today, so you can bet your ass my house is all fancied up right now. I'm talking new shower curtains, rugs, kitchen shit. This place hasn't looked this good in the two years I've been here. However, I must say that it was Amanda's touch that put the whole thing together, I still wanted a rainbow of colors everywhere. Apparently you should only pick a few complimenting colors. Who knew? On a related sidenote, I fucking love IKEA. Like, everything in there screams at me to buy it, and it all looks like it would look amazing in my house. Also, I love their Swedish Meatballs. I've driven there just to eat the food, which is sad.

Nom nom nom

So, yeah. I'm in a really good mood tonight, and I think this weekend was a great way to start May. Also, Osama Bin Laden died? Pretty fucking badass. So I have high hopes for the month of May. I'm gonna keep on keepin on, and doing my thing. Trying to attract that positive energy into my life, and seeing where life takes me. I feel that it's working for me so far, so why stop now?

I was going to do the photo challenge tonight, but, I hate the topic of this one, so I'm gonna take a day or two and stew on that. I also was going to write a little more, but I'm fading fast. So I will leave you with you song, per the usual. Peace out, my children.