Saturday, February 19, 2011

You Might Die Trying

How many times does a person have to say they're sorry for it to sink in, or perhaps, it's not about saying it at all, it's about what you do. So on that note, how much sense does it make to repeat an action or a series of actions over and over and expect different results?

No fucking sense. This Winter has been such a taxing period on my emotions, and like the long shitty Winter we're having this year, it's been a long shitty, and frigid emotional season. Hopefully Spring will come soon like that retarded groundhog suggests and with it, warm weather and warm emotions will be back in my life.

But I guess it's just a matter of how much patience one has to keep trying out there in this shitty world, but hey, that thing you're trying for could be the best thing that will ever happen to you, and shit man, you don't wanna fuck that up. But hey, on the flip side, you might die trying.

But seriously, who wants to read about me bitch? More seriously who is even fucking reading this? I figure to make up for my whining, I'll leave all (none) of you with this picture:

Monday, February 14, 2011

You're Gonna Keep My Soul, It Was Yours To Have Long Ago

Well it's Valentine's Day. That day of the year where people who are smitten kitten with each other spend a retarded amount of money on things to justify their love, and where people who are single spend just as much on booze. And of course this year, Valentine's Day (hereafter known as VD) fell on a Monday. I fucking hate Mondays.

However, not all is lost for us single folk on VD, it brings us hope. I'm sure all of us have that person out there. That one person. Maybe it's your significant other. Maybe it used to be. Maybe they don't even know who you are. Or maybe they do, and think you're just a creep at the bar (oh hey, Stebbs).

The point is, VD has a bright side to it. So, this year, I'm gonna look at it with a smile, hope for tomorrow. And hey, all you lovers out there, and all you longers, and of course, my one special someone, this is for you:

Happy VD, everyone :)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Wurt the Furk of the Week: Leggings

Alright ladies, this one is for you. Leggings. What the fuck. Where did our society go astray that allows us to parade ourselves around in these excuses for clothing. Now, don't get me wrong, leggings can do wonders for a ladies figure (read: nice ass), but seriously, we need to draw a fucking line here.
Let's use graphics to convey my point here. Alright. First up we have these:
Clearly pants. Note the use of denim, and form fitting, yet not revealing (read: no camel-toe).

Onto figure two:
NOT. FUCKING. PANTS. Jesus Christ. Now, don't get me wrong, I see the practical use of leggings, but seriously, anyone who thinks they can wear this shit with a t-shirt or whatever...let's be real here...See Figure 3:
In closing, seriously leggings? Let's be fucking real here.

And don't even get me started on fucking jeggings...

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Well, this should be fun

So, as I sit here on a lonely Wednesday eve, passing time time with the occasional beer and Madden (Mom - read: homework and studying), I think, Self, why not write a blog. To that, I retort, Well, Chris, because no one fucking cares about your mundane life, to which I get into a heated argument with myself, eventually telling myself to fuck off and do it anyways.

So let's just fucking dive right in here. This semester has already started off being one of the most interesting experiences of my college career, mainly because of how fucked up my shit was going into it. For the first time--mind you, I'm in my first part of my two-year Senior plan--in my college career, I'm actually enjoying all of my classes and getting something out of all of them. Except biology, which can suck a dick. Other than that, school is fucking wonderful.

But honestly, who wants to read about my "life" at Bridgewater State University? No one. So let's get into the real shit. Ever since the Fall, I've been going through somewhat of a transitional phase in my life, where, frankly, I really haven't been myself. For the first time in months, I'm starting to feel like me again. It's kind of like that scene in the movie where the hero comes back to save the day after everyone thought he shit the bed or whatever. Like this!

Or maybe not so epic. But still, here I am. And I'm not going anywhere. It feels real good to get my life back on track and start rebuilding the pieces of things that were really important to me that I lost sight of. It's a process, but I'm really looking forward to the ride. Hold on, bitches. I'm totally new at this blog bullshit, so I have no idea how to end this, or whatever...so I'm going to leave you all (all fucking none of you who will read this) with my final thought:

Someone buy me a fucking capo. I'm sick of not being able to find mine. (EDIT: Not 5 minutes after writing this, I found my elusive capo. So whoops. But if anyone is looking to buy me a new guitar toy, I would love a box of these! /EDIT)
Peace out