Fall Fashion Tips

Hello internet, it's been a little bit, but not that long. I promise, the wait is worth it. This blog has been building up inside of me like a giant dump after you eat McDonalds, a McShit if you will. I can't really go on without taking like two seconds to note that today is the 10th Anniversary of the September 11th attacks, and my thoughts go out to anyone affected by those. It's nuts to think that it happened 10 years ago, and that definitely makes me feel old. So rock on America, we're stronger for it, and we'll never forget.

Moving on from that, my life has been going pretty spectacularly awesome lately. I just started my second and final Senior year at Bridgewater State University. Hopefully I'll finish that up real quick and move on to the big scary real world. I've started interning at Calling All Crows in Brookline, doing everything that I want to do with my life. I'm so happy to have such an incredible opportunity to help people and answer the call for human rights. I'm also starting to really like my job at Express, and I feel that I'm fitting in there well, and having fun doing it.

So that's all good. But there's one thing with the start of the school year that has been on my mind hardcore recently, and I have to get it out there for you all to read and take in, and hopefully follow. One of my favorite activities on campus is to people watch. I love it. I sit there, and I will make up a back story about anyone who walks by me. However, and, this extends to working at the mall, there are some very interesting fashion choices out there that I have to bring to everyone's attention. So here you go.

Chris Daly's Fall Fashion Do's and Don'ts

DON'T wear a jersey on a non-game day. With football season really starting in full force today, I feel like this is very prominent in our world right now. As cool as your new Danny Woodhead jersey, wearing it on a Wednesday just makes you look like a douchebag. Like what other options did you run out of in your closet that made you decide that that was your best choice? Jerseys are acceptable on game days and at sporting events. That's pretty much it. And don't even get me started about wearing out of season jerseys (ie, a basketball jersey in September) 

Bitch would be wearing a Jordan jersey. Like seriously? Don't let yourself look like this.

 

DO actually get dressed and put some fucking thought into your day. Like, I don't understand how hard it is to actually put on a shirt and a pair of jeans or actual pants to go about your day. Sweatpants are for lounging around the house, not walking around campus. Double goes for PJ's. Like, put some effort into your appearance. What you wear to school or in public should be drastically different than what you wear around your house by yourself.

DON'T wear sleeveless shirts if you're a guy. Seriously? You're not at the gym, you're not sleeping. A wife-beater has never constituted a shirt, and it never will. Also, it's fucking September, how hot can it really be that you can't handle your shirt having sleeves on it. To top it off, you're probably wearing jeans, which is just an incredible juxtaposition of fashion going on all over your fucked up body.

Hey there, you're gonna fucking hate everything that comes out of my mouth.

 

DO dress appropriately for the current weather. As much as this bothers me, I feel like it's your own fault and should bother you a million times more. But this isn't your blog, so I get to bitch at you. For those of you who didn't go outside at all this week, it rained for literally the entire week. Your fucking daisy duke denim short shorts and rain boots are were not an acceptable outfit to brave the weather. Like, good for you, you put rain boots on, now where the fuck are your pants? You look retarded.

DON'T, and you all knew this was coming...fuck around with leggings. There's so much to say here, and I've already said a lot of it in a previous blog. Now, I may have come off a little harsh last February when I was bitching about this odd fashion trend, but I don't hate leggings. I hate how you ladies destroy the concept of leggings. Leggings can look great with like a long shirt or a tunic, or like a shirt dress, or something like that. But like, the leggings and a fucking t-shirt thing is retarded. They're not pants, they never will be. Like there's not need for you to rock your new leggings with that sequin Express tank top. You look retarded. Also, why the fuck do you wear Uggs with leggings? Like how confused is your body? Your feet think it's winter, your legs have no idea what the fuck is going on, and the rest of your body is fine. Ugh.

I just want someone to accept me even though I'm mentally retarded.

 

So that's about it for my Fall Fashion Tips, I'm sure I could scrounge up some more, but I'm done for now. I hope you all enjoy and pass it along. And have an awesome week or whatever, and I'll try and get back on here sometime soonski.

Peace and love, bitches.

 

Wherever You Go, There You Are

Alright, I'm officially a douchebag to you guys. It's been almost a month since I wrote/bitched at you last, and that's just like unacceptable. I have like 3 almost full blogs saved in my drafts from this month, and none of them have really been good enough for you all, so I guess you'll just have accept quality over quantity for August, since this is going to be the only August blog. ENGAGE.

So, a lot has gone on since I last wrote you all...obviously. I had told you last month that Bass has closed, and I was jobless. That lasted like two weeks until I was sick of beating every XBox game that I had and doing nothing, so I went out and actually applied myself...to a bunch of places (yeah, that was a play on words), and now I'm working at Express. Selling clothes. Again.  I can't say I love every second of it, and it's not Bass, but it's certainly a job, and I'm making the best of it. And plus, I get to dress super fly every day, and we all know how much I love to look super fly.

This has been such a weird Summer for me. I've had so many ups and downs, and I've met a bunch of interesting people along the way, and developed some pretty cool relationships, some that have fizzled out to nothing, and some that I know are gonna last for a while. All in all, it's been interesting. I've been trying to figure out how to do me, not like in a masturbating way, but in a way that I'm trying to figure out the type of person I need to be to make myself happy.

So I've been working on that a lot, and I've learned a lot of things along the way. I know I always leave my big life changes so vauge to you guys, so I'll list out some of the key points that I've learned over the summer right here.

Don't Put All Your Eggs In One Basket: Seriously, I mean, what happens if you drop that basket? Then you have no eggs at all. It's best to spread out your eggs in multiple places, just in case something happens to them. I mean, I take my eggs pretty seriously.

Just a dumb idea. Not even practical.

But seriously, I've had a lot going on this Summer, and I've definitely learned that it's best to not get heart set on one option, while ignoring others, because you never know what could happen.

Sometimes Letting Go Is The Best Option: I've learned a lot this Summer about letting go. I let go of my 3-year relationship with no real options other than it wasn't working. However, letting go was one of the best things I've done for myself, and it's made me realize that sometimes you just have to let go. And shit sucks, trust me, it's not easy, and it's not fun. But like, in the long run, it's made me a better person, and happier.

You'll Never Get Anywhere if You Don't Act On Your Feelings: Feelings are an interesting concept. We don't really control them, sometimes they make us hate life, and they come and go like the weather. However, we've all been in the position where we have feelings for someone, and we're too much of a puss to do anything about it. Well, that's dumb and I'm so guilty of it. I'm getting there in terms of self expression, and being able to be comfortable enough with people to let my feelings out, and that's a big step. So, if you're in the same boat out there, stick with it, you'll get it.

Accept Change: Change happens. It's such an integral part of life, and if you're like me, you spend half your life avoiding it and running away from it. I've lived in the same apartment for two years now and moved my room around zero times. I'm not a creature who just accepts change. However, change can be an amazing thing. I'm finally looking to accept changes in my life, and embrace them. It's a huge step in the grand scheme of things, but it's making me so much happier. I'm ready. Maybe someday I'll move my room around.

So that's a few of the bigger points that I've taken in over the course of this Summer. If anyone reading this is in the same boat on any of these, I hope I at least gave you a little help, or let you know that you're not the only one out there that thinks that way. School is right around the corner, and I'm hoping to take these lessons with me, and grow with them.

I'll try and get more regular with this again, and hopefully it won't be a month before you hear from me again. I hope you all enjoyed your Summer, and here's a little bit of Chad Stokes to take us out. Peace and love bitches.

Letters to No One

Hey there internet. It's been a little while since my last romp on here, so I'm due for a pretty big one, which shouldn't be too hard, since I have a lot on my mind right now. First and foremost, as I've done before, I want to thank anyone who actually reads this. It may seem like a small act, but it means fucking worlds to me when someone comes up to me and says "Hey, I read your blog, keep it up".  So thanks anyone out there who actually takes the time to get a small insight into my little life.

Things have been pretty weird around here lately. Bass is no more than a pile of rubble at this point, which means my employment is the same. I'm taking a little bit of time right now to find myself or something like that. Or just some time to play XBox and chill. I do miss Bass, and I really miss the people that I've grown up with over the past 6 years, they've all become such a second family to me, and I can't wait to rekindle that relationship if and when Bass comes back next Spring. So for anyone out there who knows me from being a Basshole or working at the Outlet Mall, I miss you, and I hope you're doing well, whatever you're doing.

Other than that, my life has been physically uneventful, but emotionally draining. A whole lot of shit has gone down recently that's made me do some serious thinking and reevaluating of my life/the people that I keep around me. I'm still trying to be me, and get my life exactly where I want it to be, and that's not an easy task as I've found out in the months and weeks of late. However, I know I do a lot of complaining, and for every bad thing in my life, there are some great things that I appreciate so much. And I mean, it could be worse.

So today, I thought that I would write some letters, not directed towards specific people--well, kinda, but not really. So, let's just get right down into it. Without further adieu, I give you...

My Letters to No One

Dear A Girl,

Hey there. It's been quite a while since we've had an actual conversation, and that's probably for the best the way things are. However, as much as we've written each other out of the others life, you still find a way to insert yourself into my life and fuck my shit up. Like, I wish I could look back on the times that we shared and say "You know, that was fun, and I learned some good shit", but I really can't.

I'm over it though. Well, most of it. I wish you would get the fuck out of my life and my business. Like for one, get your own fucking friends. I see no need that you constantly steal my friends and turn them against me. Especially when you steal my friends in a clear effort to fuck me over. This infuriates me, but hey, I guess that's life, and I just have to move on and say "Fuck it."

So that's what I'm gonna do. Have a great life doing whatever you're doing, and for the love of god, stay out of mine.

Regards,

Chris.

Dear A Friend,

Hey you. How are things? Thurts gurd. We've never been the type to do the whole small talk thing, so let's get down to business. I wish you would make up your mind about the status of our friendship/what you're doing. I love hanging out, don't get me wrong. I just wish you wouldn't constantly find new and exciting ways to fuck me over.

I don't want to lose you as a friend, but I can see it happening, rapidly. Make up your mind, and let's fix this mess that has become our friendship.

With Concern,

Chris.

Dear Someone Else,

Why hello there! How are things? You know, we've been spending a lot of time together recently, and I'm loving it. I think you're really awesome and fun. You have definitely become such a cool part of my life, and that's really great. I don't want to ruin what we have going on here, because that would totally suck.

I think you're totally rad, and I definitely have some pretty cool feelings for you, and I just want to thank you for being there for me lately and being you. I hope that we can start something awesome with us. But you know, if that doesn't work out, I love having you as a friend. So thanks, you.

With Affection,

Chris.

So that's certainly a little different than my usual blog posting, but I had to get all that out. I feel better having gotten some of that off my chest. So with that, I'm outta here. I hope everyone has an awesome Friday, and a great weekend. I'll leave you with a song, so peace out ladies and gents.

The Justice Beaver

Well I have just been not a very good blogger of late, and for that, I kinda apologize. I don't have a decent excuse except that I've been really busy. I tried to write a blog last week, but I was really pissed off about a lot of things, so I decided to chill out for a bit and let life play out. And you know, that actually worked out pretty alright. I hope you all are enjoying your Summer as it slowly dwindles down to nothing, mine has been interesting to say the least. I suppose I really can't put off talking about it anymore, so here we go. (But first, listen to this SR song that Pandora just threw at me, fucking awesome)

So, I really don't want to get into specifics 'cause that's not my thing to call out anyone here on the internet, but I had some pretty solid plans  for the 3rd and 4th of July, and was actually really excited about them. Well, I was excited up until I got fucking blown off, and left to fend for myself for the weekend. In true Chris Daly fashion, I overreacted like a champ. I can admit this now, but at the time, I didn't really see much wrong with it. However, I did overreact. But, regardless, I was fucked over hardcore, and this isn't the first time that something like that, or this exact scenario, has happened to me.

But you know what, life goes on. And there's no use focusing on what has happened or what will happen, because you're gonna miss what's happening. And there are some pretty fucking awesome things happening in my life. Like fucking unicorn glitter explosion awesome. So, I'm actually pretty happy right now, and I'm living in the moment, enjoying every second of it, and finally being me. Before I continue, I want everyone to be aware how much Ke$ha looks like John Travolta.

It's fucking uncanny.

 I just thought everyone should know that. Through all of this, I've really learned some lessons that have helped me seriously grow into someone that I actually can stand being. I spent forever beating a dead horse, which was no good. And once that got boring, I kept doing the same thing over and over again, even though I knew it was useless. ha. But I tried to make a relationship work when clearly, it was no good for me, because I thought I could make it work, or make her happy. But it just wasn't going to work, and it took me too long to realize that sometimes you just have to take a chance and break free, even if you have no net to fall on. And I really couldn't be happier. Things certainly are different, and I have no idea what's next, but right now I'm just working on me and working on the present. And that's my advice to anyone out there.

And that's that. Moving on to something totally unrelated,  the end of an era has come upon me, and I'm actually pretty sad about it. I found out today that my beloved/hated store, Bass, has about a week left to live. Which could potentially mean that I have about a week left of a job. Now, this wasn't really a surprise, as we all new the end was coming, but it's certainly a shock to have a date and know that we're out next Sunday.  I was walking around the store today, and I have to admit, as much as I bitch about it, and hate it, I will miss a lot of things about that place. I grew up there. Sadly enough, I started working there when I was 16. I'm 22 now. That's such a major time in a teenage-adult transformation, and I spent half my time in that store.

So yeah, I'm pretty sad to see it go, but again, it's happening, and there's really nothing I can do about but just let it happen and see what new shit this brings into my life. I'm hopeful. That's pretty much all I have in me for tonight, maybe I'll be more regular. I'm installing internet at my apartment tomorrow, so that should definitely help with my frequency...pun kind of intended. Oh, speaking of my apartment, look at this little snippet of fabulous redecorating we've been doing. It's the manliest of man now.

Yeah that's right. I'll decorate your home or office too.

Until next time everyone, you stay fucking classy, and enjoy some John Butler Trio.

The Meaning of Life

Hey everyone, Happy July! It's finally the Fourth of July weekend, which means I can't even leave my house for the simplest of things without sitting in traffic. But other than that, I am pretty excited about the long weekend ahead of me. Here's to another great weekend of just drinking and hanging out with the best of people, and that asshole Jack Dagnals. Such a jerk he can be. But anyways, I have a lot on my mind today, on this lovely Friday, but it's fucking all over the place, so you're gonna have to bear with me on this one. Or for fun, Bear Grylls with me.

 It's the only option.

It's funny how fickle I've been lately about a lot of things. Well, not really funny, but it makes me think and wonder and chuckle. Sometimes I think I know exactly what I want and that idea is fucking set in stone, and then there are times where I have no idea what I'm doing, and I lose sight of what I thought I once wanted. As the Summer creeps towards the halfway point, I think I'm getting to a place that I really want to be at. I'm really content happy with the way that things are going. 

Another thing that I sadistically find amusing (Other than the fact that these last two graf's I've written about shit being "funny", DMB's "Funny The Way It Is" has been playing on Pandora) is that I started this blog in such a weird point in my life. I had just "broken up" (or whatever you call breaking up when you're not really dating) with a fling that had ruined a relationship I was in, and was just starting to persue that previous relationship. I was in a fucked up place then. -Sidenote: I just went back and read some of my older posts and I kept shit brief back then, haha. I feel like I'm writing novellas now. Oh well, Deal <3 C - I really didn't know what to do with the whole situation, and I like to think that I have a much better grasp on what's going on now.

I know this isn't my usual blog post that's filled with me losing my shit about something, but it's all stuff that's on my mind and that I've been thinking about lately. It's interesting how one second you think you know exactly what you want, and then, the more you think about you, you know you want something entirely different. Maybe it's just because I'm still young and dumb. Who knows? -I just Google'd "young and dumb" to try and put a picture here, but it's legit all porn...can't say I'm surprised.-

I'm not saying that I totally know what I'm doing, or that I'm definitely doing the right thing, but I'm doing what will make me happy right now, and I think that's what matters. I mean, isn't that what life is all about? Being happy and making other people happy? I think I'll try that for a while. Like I've been saying, I'm gonna do me, but now I have some fucking direction. Let's do it. 

Thanks for listening guys, I'll hit you with a good one that's not just an unbroken train of thought about my personal life after my drunken weekend of fun. Peace out, and everyone have an awesome Fourth!

Distance Is Short When Your Hand Carries What Your Eyes Found

Hey everyone! Happy Monday, or not, because Mondays suck. But happy day anyways. I've been a busy little bee since I've been on here last, working my ass off, getting black out drunk, and living the good life. Oh, I also saw Dispatch this weekend, and it was one of the best shows I've seen. Seriously, it was fucking epic, and if anyone has the chance to catch their few headlining shows the rest of the Summer, do it. You won't regret it.

 Pardon the bluriness, but this shit was epic. Check them out and fall in love.

So, I have a bunch on my mind today, and what better a place to express that than to total strangers on the Internet. On a sidenote, right now, I'm listening to Chad Stokes' (of Dispatch and State Radio) new album, and it's fantastic. So if you want a good listen, and want to hear what's going through my head as I write this, check it here. So, recently, I've been doing a lot of thinking about life and relationships and stuff like that, which is always a fun subject to talk about and think about. I had a completely fascinating conversation with someone who thought that monogamy was totally unnatural and the thought of being with only one person from your early twenties to when you die is ridiculous. 

Now, I don't know how much I agree or disagree with this, but it is certainly thought-provoking. Who am I to know that the person who I find at 22 is the right person and the person who I should spend the rest of my life with? How do I know that there isn't someone out there who fits me perfectly and we just haven't met. Or maybe it's someone that I have met, and just haven't had the chance with. Interesting shit. I mean, I suppose in a perfect world, polygamy would be perfectly acceptable, but I mean, really, we all know that's not the case.

I mean, I guess it works out for some people...

 

But here I am, trying to figure out just what I want, and it's not the easiest thing in the world. There are some pretty fantastic people out there, and I'm trying to make myself happy without fucking over the wrong person. Tough task, but I'm up for it. I love a good adventure. And who knows what life has in store for me, but I'm not one to turn away from a challenge. To quote my second favorite movie about cheerleading, "Bring It On".

 My first obviously being Sugar and Spice.

 

So who knows what I'm doing. I'm trying to figure out my life, and trying to do me and be happy, and who knows what will happen or what I'll encounter along the way. But I'm ready, and willing, so let's fucking do this, world.

Moving on, a little while ago, I wrote/ranted about the fabulous world of retail, and my complaints about it. So, after working 10 days straight, I kept a little mental list of things that people do/say that bother the shit out of me. So, without further adieu, I give you all....

Wurt the Furk: Retail - Part Deux 

 

1) Don't call me "honey". Or "sweetie", or "hun", or any of that bullshit. We're not in an intimate relationship, you're not my mother. There's no need to bring pet names into this situation. I'm just selling you clothes. Actually, this rule goes for most people in my life. Unless we've seen each other naked, don't call me a pet name.

2) When I tell you that I don't know something, I'm not holding out information. I honestly have no fucking clue. Now, backstory on this one. My shithole mall is maybe closing, maybe not, however, every other store except mine and two others have stayed open. Do I know when we're closing? No. Fuck you, I honestly have no idea. And when I say I don't know, it's not a conspiracy, I'm just a 22 year old part time manager. I actually have no idea. Sorry

 

3) If I say we don't have a size, don't get personally offended with me. I'm the footwear boss. Or footwear Bass, whatever you want. So, if there's a shoe in our lovely mens footwear department, chances are, it's passed through my hands first. So you know what, I actually know my shit. If I tell you that we don't have a fucking shoe, we don't have it. I'm not lying to you because I'm lazy, I just know how to do my job. Don't get all butthurt at me for not being able to manifest your shoe out of my ass.

4) Don't get offended when I ask if you need help. Part of my job is making sure your dumb ass is finding everything you need at our super discounted prices, so don't act like I'm invading your personal shopping space when I approach you and ask if you're finding everything okay. Look, I don't really want to talk to you either, but let's just pretend and then both go our separate ways. Which brings us to...

4A) Dear Company that Employees Me, people don't want to be fucking bothered when they're shopping. I know I don't. If I am following some guy around asking if he's found that perfect mandal for his hobbit feet and bothering the shit out of him, he's probably going to get annoyed. How about we let out people shop, and if they need help, I'm the one with the Bass nametag that says "Chris!".

Bother bother bother bother bother bother

 

 5) Don't over-personalize our encounter. I'm just ringing you up, or helping you find something. I don't need the backstory. Unless you're an adorable lady just coming from a massive topless beach party in which the only man couldn't make it and you'd love me to come, I really don't need to know. I have had my fairshare of overshares, for example, when asking someone why they're returning an item, the always incorrect answer is "the person I bought it for just died." Like, that's probably the most depressing and worst thing you could say. I sympathize with you, and I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm just trying to do my job. Next time, let's just say "It didn't fit", and I'll give you money and you can go mourn. Seriously people. Have some fucking tact.

 

That's really all I can think of right now, give me another week of working and I'm sure I'll be able to come up with more, or maybe I'll keep you all more informed about the other aspects of my life. Fourth of July weekend is coming up, and that is going to be spectacular, so I'm sure I'll have some stories from that venture. Hopefully I'll hit y'all with a little bit o' blog soon. Until then, much love to you all, and keep on keepin' on, and I'll do the same.

Summer of '69...haha 69

Whaddup internet. Happy Summer! Although it's pouring rain now now and like 65 degrees, which isn't very Summer at all. I know I really haven't been around much, I'm sorry I'm such a deadbeat dad of a blogger. I swear I still love you, I've just been really busy. Maybe after this we can go out in the yard and toss the ol' pigskin around? But seriously, work has consumed my life since I've gotten out of school, which doesn't really leave me much time to bitch to you guys or tell you about my super exciting life. So, I'm sorry.

Enough apologizing. So, like I said (like you didn't know), it's Summer. Which is awesome. Right around this time last year, actually, last week, last year, I was on tour with State Radio and Calling All Crows, meeting some of the coolest people in the world and doing some of the coolest things. I'm wicked lucky to have been a part of that, and I would do it again in a heartbeat, as I've said a million times. I got so nostalgic of that trip this week, especially since I'm making a trip to Boston this Friday to go see Dispatch, and hopefully rekindle some State Radio-romances with some lovely people. (Not the raunchy kind of romances though, unless it's with Dave.)

I mean, look at him. He looks like fucking Eddie Vedder, come on.

But no homo. Okay, some homo. Anyways, I miss every single twat that was on that tour with me, and I hope you all read this, and say, fuckin' a, I miss that saucy motherfucker as well. So to all you ABT2'ers out there, much love, much sexing, and let's all hang out soon please. 

If I didn't lose the other part of my audience with that alienation, then yippee for me. Other than my nostalgia, I really haven't been up to much. I'm hitting the world as hard as I'm hitting the bars. I'm out, being me, and fucking loving every second of it. I'm having a grand old time, and if anyone out there wants to come have a good time with me, join the fucking party. Bring the Jack Dagnals.

So, I have to bitch about work, or it wouldn't be a Chris-blog of late. For those of you in my direct circle of friends, you know that I work at the shithole Outlet Mall on the Cape. There's a shitload of speculation recently over if my store is closing in this dying hellhole, which as far as I know, it's not. I don't give a fuck that almost every other store is closing, we're not going anywhere. I don't care if I'm the one chaining myself to this place. I fucking hate it, but I'm not losing my job over this bullshit.

Alright, maybe I won't go that far.

And that's enough about work, because no one really gives a shit. Not even me. I really don't have anything else to say, hopefully after my exciting weekend off I'll have more to talk to you guys about. Until then, you all take care of yourselves, and I'll do the same. Peace out, ladies, and dudes too, I guess.