This is the middle of a hectic weekend, so I'm going to try and keep this short and sweet. But most likely, it will end up being long, since a lot is on my mind. The biggest thing on my mind right now is why the hell the Internet is being gay and I have to write this blog on Microsoft Word and copy and paste it when the morning comes. Not cool.
Also. For legal purposes, from here on in, anything I have said or will say about Babies R Us is only MY opinion and NOT the opinion of Babies R Us.
The concert was fun! Of course I got completely stupid right before, but it made Take Me Home Tonight SO much better of a song than it already is. But the after party wasn't the biggest bash. I'm pretty sure everyone was just exhausted from the concert and wanted to go home and sleep. I felt the same way.
Today (well, "yesterday" since I'm putting this up tomorrow), I was supposed to go to Techfest with Dragan and Ricky, but Ricky had to work later than expected. A part of me is almost happy that I didn't go, since tickets, gas to get down there, and devices that cause unsoberness would have taken 50 bucks out of my wallet. I guess that "part of me" is growing up. Take note, world.
Instead of getting stupid at Techfest, Mike came over and we went to workout at Phil's. I wonder how happy my body was, knowing that it exercised today instead of decaying in downtown Detroit. Anyway, Mike and I had a long talk about people on the way home. Man, I love that guy. No homo. I don't know what it is, but Mike and I just GET people...who each person really is, who they pretend to be, and why they do what they do. It's certainly not the main reason why we're best friends, but it definitely gives us something better to do in the car than sing horribly and air drum to all of our favorite songs. Maybe the main reason why we're friends is because we are both very complex people, but we're complex in the same way. I bet there's a much deeper explanation to all of this, but my mind can only take so much. Maybe I'll figure it all out one day. Maybe we both will. Anyway, even though a lot of people think otherwise, kudos to him for making the decision to stay home in the fall. I can't think of a better instance of somebody sticking it to The Man.
I'm glad I cited Mike and me as just being complex in the same way, because I don't want anyone thinking that they got hoed out on the complexity factor. Everyone is complex. ERRone. I think that it's just when you find someone as complex as you are, and for the same reasons, that's where you can start to define and measure friendships. Someone that you can relate to, basically. I think anything after that is just gravy.
Reading this whole thing over again, I've come to realize that I use way too many "maybe's" and "I think's." Not just in this post, but my entire blog. I THINK that this proves just how uncertain and crazy life is. Like riding a roller coaster blindfolded. I would really like to try that someday.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
Um. Hi. Had to go back to see when my last blog was. I didn't think yesterday was really worth writing about, but looking back on it, I did learn a couple things:
1. Macgruber was one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen, but funny nonetheless.
2. My brother is a damn good baseball player.
3. What I always thought was true. Brandon is, by far, the happiest kid on the face of this earth. Yesterday, he won the citizenship award out of his entire school. But it was mainly for being the "happiest kid I have ever met," according the principal. Can't even think of the last time I didn't see a smile on that kid's face. Smiles and laughter make the days go by easier. Thanks for making life better, one smile at a time, kiddo.
Today was a genuine summer day. I played tennis, disc golf, and pool (which was inside but just shut up) and am probably turning more and more black skinned by the day. Also, a couple of friends and I had a quick conversation about people who have changed, but it stuck with me for the rest of the day until now. I learned that there is a large, thick line between maturing, and losing the ability to have fun. Before, I had always thought the two coincided with each other more than just with the term "growing up." But I learned that while everyone matures at one point or another, not everyone keeps that special "fun" factor with them. I wish I could be like Brandon, and keep being like how I am now forever. But no promises can ever be made. "Traumatic events rob us of our innocence," a good friend once told me. Until then, we can only make the most of our time. So go ahead and cause a scene, pull that prank, ask her out, for fuck's sake, take that chance! It may be all that you have left.
Tomorrow night is Round 4 of Denny's. Bob said we have to bring something to read to present to everyone. I always save this kind of stuff until the last minute. Maybe I can squeeze in a little diddy in between work, napping and other things. And this weekend should be dank. Although I'm done with math classes, I know that Eddie Money concert+pregaming+after party=awesome Friday. I'll review my hypothesis and get back to you concerning the validity of my calculations on Saturday. Until then, toodles.
1. Macgruber was one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen, but funny nonetheless.
2. My brother is a damn good baseball player.
3. What I always thought was true. Brandon is, by far, the happiest kid on the face of this earth. Yesterday, he won the citizenship award out of his entire school. But it was mainly for being the "happiest kid I have ever met," according the principal. Can't even think of the last time I didn't see a smile on that kid's face. Smiles and laughter make the days go by easier. Thanks for making life better, one smile at a time, kiddo.
Today was a genuine summer day. I played tennis, disc golf, and pool (which was inside but just shut up) and am probably turning more and more black skinned by the day. Also, a couple of friends and I had a quick conversation about people who have changed, but it stuck with me for the rest of the day until now. I learned that there is a large, thick line between maturing, and losing the ability to have fun. Before, I had always thought the two coincided with each other more than just with the term "growing up." But I learned that while everyone matures at one point or another, not everyone keeps that special "fun" factor with them. I wish I could be like Brandon, and keep being like how I am now forever. But no promises can ever be made. "Traumatic events rob us of our innocence," a good friend once told me. Until then, we can only make the most of our time. So go ahead and cause a scene, pull that prank, ask her out, for fuck's sake, take that chance! It may be all that you have left.
Tomorrow night is Round 4 of Denny's. Bob said we have to bring something to read to present to everyone. I always save this kind of stuff until the last minute. Maybe I can squeeze in a little diddy in between work, napping and other things. And this weekend should be dank. Although I'm done with math classes, I know that Eddie Money concert+pregaming+after party=awesome Friday. I'll review my hypothesis and get back to you concerning the validity of my calculations on Saturday. Until then, toodles.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I suggest we learn to love ourselves before it's made illegal.
Sup. Sooo I officially got the job at Babies R Us and my orientation starts Thursday. Apparently I'll be staring at a computer screen for the majority of it. So its like my informations systems class all over again. Swell.
Went to coney again (what is it with that place?) to say goodbye to Dave as he leaves for the land of dead bears and trees with nice asses (inside joke). Godspeed for two and a half more weeks.
Also, lesson learned for the day is that people usually don't have it as good as they appear to be. After several talks with several people, I've noticed that there's always something that you haven't learned yet about an individual, something deeper and darker, but also the same thing can help you grow, as well.
I've always believed that two people can talk about anything, I mean, its our God- given right too. But it seems that no matter how close people are, there are always some things that never get brought up in coversation. And I'm not talking about a girl telling a random cashier just how many guys she's slept with in the last week. Take me, for instance (I mean, its my blog, why not make it about me?). I seem to have a different friend to talk to for every problem I come across, a different friend for every deep, in depth, heart to heart talk that needs to be had, or a different friend for all the weird feelings and thoughts I have. Some people I just feel more comfortable talking with about certain topics, and other people for other topics, and so on. And now that I think about it, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Jacob starts his job today. If I lived in Cali I would prolly fuck with him at work. And Jordan seems not too optimistic in the A's. Sam and I share similiar viewpoints concerning our TV in the fall. I'm glad.
Aaron has a baseball game tomorrow. The last game of his I went to, the coaches got into an almost-physical argument about one run. One freaking run. In a 10 year old baseball game. I'm not too sure what kind of father I'm going to end up being, but if its anything like that, I would like to apologize to everyone (and especially my kids) right now.
It also seems that there are a lot of dates this summer that signify change, such as prom, and certain people's 21st birthday (and not just because of drinking). It should be interesting to see how life plays itself out this time.
Went to coney again (what is it with that place?) to say goodbye to Dave as he leaves for the land of dead bears and trees with nice asses (inside joke). Godspeed for two and a half more weeks.
Also, lesson learned for the day is that people usually don't have it as good as they appear to be. After several talks with several people, I've noticed that there's always something that you haven't learned yet about an individual, something deeper and darker, but also the same thing can help you grow, as well.
I've always believed that two people can talk about anything, I mean, its our God- given right too. But it seems that no matter how close people are, there are always some things that never get brought up in coversation. And I'm not talking about a girl telling a random cashier just how many guys she's slept with in the last week. Take me, for instance (I mean, its my blog, why not make it about me?). I seem to have a different friend to talk to for every problem I come across, a different friend for every deep, in depth, heart to heart talk that needs to be had, or a different friend for all the weird feelings and thoughts I have. Some people I just feel more comfortable talking with about certain topics, and other people for other topics, and so on. And now that I think about it, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Jacob starts his job today. If I lived in Cali I would prolly fuck with him at work. And Jordan seems not too optimistic in the A's. Sam and I share similiar viewpoints concerning our TV in the fall. I'm glad.
Aaron has a baseball game tomorrow. The last game of his I went to, the coaches got into an almost-physical argument about one run. One freaking run. In a 10 year old baseball game. I'm not too sure what kind of father I'm going to end up being, but if its anything like that, I would like to apologize to everyone (and especially my kids) right now.
It also seems that there are a lot of dates this summer that signify change, such as prom, and certain people's 21st birthday (and not just because of drinking). It should be interesting to see how life plays itself out this time.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The One Thing That I'm Missing is in Your Eyes
Pretty good weekend. Partied with Tony and his college buddies down in Ann Arbor. Good to know that my tolerance still sucks. Happy 21st to Kelly (well, its tomorrow, so not anymore), it was good seeing the girls again. Before the celebration, there was Senior Night at SKY. It made me remember last year when I wrote that letter to my mom and read it as part of my speech. So much bad stuff occured that weekend too. I got "fired" from AMC, I went to church completely hungover from the previous night, and yet seeing that look on my mom's face after I finished the letter made everything better. She kept that letter. I don't know if I should ever read it again.
Also, went to coney with Mike and Dave (who are finally back from the Land of Canadia) and let's just say Dave needs to jump on the horse tomorrow (and also make a move). Best of luck to him.
Watched most of Just Friends today. Great movie. Great soundtrack. Looked it up and put some of it on my ipod and listened nonstop. Thus, the title of this blog entry.
Apparently Jake needs to be chaufeurred around town due to his latest run in with the popo. My response to everything is that the weather is starting to heat up enough so we can put the top down on the Amigo, overfill the back with people, and listen to techno while speeding at 3 in the morning. That car's been through a lot. It deserves one last good summer before its off to Craig's List.
So is it possible to miss something or someone that you're not even sure exists? That's really all I got for my deep thinking tonight. Not enough on my mind, I guess. Holler.
Also, went to coney with Mike and Dave (who are finally back from the Land of Canadia) and let's just say Dave needs to jump on the horse tomorrow (and also make a move). Best of luck to him.
Watched most of Just Friends today. Great movie. Great soundtrack. Looked it up and put some of it on my ipod and listened nonstop. Thus, the title of this blog entry.
Apparently Jake needs to be chaufeurred around town due to his latest run in with the popo. My response to everything is that the weather is starting to heat up enough so we can put the top down on the Amigo, overfill the back with people, and listen to techno while speeding at 3 in the morning. That car's been through a lot. It deserves one last good summer before its off to Craig's List.
So is it possible to miss something or someone that you're not even sure exists? That's really all I got for my deep thinking tonight. Not enough on my mind, I guess. Holler.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Here Comes Your Man
Eventful day, and yet not one, at the same time. I GOT THE JOB at Babies R Us, pending a background check. Hopefully they never find the family I murdered in high school. But other than that, I should start going to bed earlier; every work day starts at 6am. Is the sun even up yet at 6am???
I also went mountain biking with Tony. Never again.
I stayed in tonight, however. Busy day tomorrow. Not so much if it rains. Which it will. Damn.
Anyway, I watched (500) Days of Summer in my night of being home. I haven't seen it in awhile. What a great movie, despite how much crap it gets from people. Maybe you have to live it before you like the movie...
Zooey Deschanel is a fox.
I already miss the guys and its been 24 hours. Mercy me.
Anywho, I came across this familiar quote in the movie:
"You can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence. That's all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence."
I could go on and on rambling about this and how it applies to me but I'll leave this one up in the air (Bam! Pun for Jordan and Sam).
Sara and I had a very in depth talk the other night, I guess. Because she also said that she and everyone else was worried about me going into college. I mean, sure, going to school to Texas isn't the same as Michigan, but does it make that much of a difference? I tell myself I had a great year, but do others believe me when I say it, or are they still worried about me? Calm down, everyone, I got this life under control. Food for thought. There I went, rambling on, by myself, late at night. Lexie would be proud.
I also went mountain biking with Tony. Never again.
I stayed in tonight, however. Busy day tomorrow. Not so much if it rains. Which it will. Damn.
Anyway, I watched (500) Days of Summer in my night of being home. I haven't seen it in awhile. What a great movie, despite how much crap it gets from people. Maybe you have to live it before you like the movie...
Zooey Deschanel is a fox.
I already miss the guys and its been 24 hours. Mercy me.
Anywho, I came across this familiar quote in the movie:
"You can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence. That's all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence."
I could go on and on rambling about this and how it applies to me but I'll leave this one up in the air (Bam! Pun for Jordan and Sam).
Sara and I had a very in depth talk the other night, I guess. Because she also said that she and everyone else was worried about me going into college. I mean, sure, going to school to Texas isn't the same as Michigan, but does it make that much of a difference? I tell myself I had a great year, but do others believe me when I say it, or are they still worried about me? Calm down, everyone, I got this life under control. Food for thought. There I went, rambling on, by myself, late at night. Lexie would be proud.
Where There's Gold...
Today was probably the first day that I could honestly say it was summer time. Started off with me getting straight up rejected at a landscaping company, but things went uphill from there. I went and saw some old friends at Anga's house, where we played basketball for hours and drank all of his gatorade. Then I went straight to my brother's baseball game. It scares me how good of a hitter he is, completely unnatural for his size. Maybe even better than how I was at 9. The night ended with The Wolfpack going to Denny's and I saw some more old friends. "Old friends are the best friends." I really love that saying. Coined it myself. That doesn't mean I don't love The Gentlemen's Club down south either. Sam is busy working on his blog that shits on mine, Jacob has recently spent more time on Facebook than in Liz, and Jordan REALLY needs to come back from that cruise because the Tigers won again.
I would like to dedicate this sentence to the fact that DAVE IS HOME UNTIL TUESDAY WHOOOOOOO!
Sooooo half of the wolfpack (including Dave) is going to Canada to golf this weekend. Kinda makes me wish I knew how to golf. But Tony and I are going to a barn party on Saturday. Haven't partied since college. I feel so old when I say that.
Interview at Babies R Us in 10 hours. I need this.
On the way back from Denny's, Sara and I had a long conversation about how she's ready to move on with some friends, but not ready to let go of others. Thinking of it now, it scares me to think that I've already left friends behind. And how, if my plans stay the same, I'll be leaving behind a lot more unwillingly. Can't anyone just stay?
I would like to dedicate this sentence to the fact that DAVE IS HOME UNTIL TUESDAY WHOOOOOOO!
Sooooo half of the wolfpack (including Dave) is going to Canada to golf this weekend. Kinda makes me wish I knew how to golf. But Tony and I are going to a barn party on Saturday. Haven't partied since college. I feel so old when I say that.
Interview at Babies R Us in 10 hours. I need this.
On the way back from Denny's, Sara and I had a long conversation about how she's ready to move on with some friends, but not ready to let go of others. Thinking of it now, it scares me to think that I've already left friends behind. And how, if my plans stay the same, I'll be leaving behind a lot more unwillingly. Can't anyone just stay?
Thursday, May 20, 2010
First Day of My Life.
So. Where to begin? Sam made one of these, so I've been reading his regularly, so I thought "I would like to be Sam." And now I'm here. I don't expect many, if any, people to read this, but somehow I think this will help with...whatever.
Tis summer. To people who read this, go out and have fun. I am not doing so right now because its 2 in the morning. Boo yah. But I went to the batting cages today with some friends, so that proves that I'm utilizing the precious time I have at home.
Speaking of utilizing time, I need an effing job. I have an interview at Babies R Us on Friday. Lord knows I need things to work with that.
Dave comes home tomorrow. Woohoo! I'm excited for him more than anyone else. I can't imagine how long he's waited to see my handsome face. He's going to Canada this weekend for a golfing thing. Maybe he'll actually get some action. He needs it as much as I need a job. But really. I'm glad he'll be home. I'm not to religious, but if someone deserves my prayers, its him.
And when the hell is Jordan ever gonna come back from this cruise? I need to brag about the Tigers.
Well that's the first post. Hopefully I didn't offend anyone yet.
Tis summer. To people who read this, go out and have fun. I am not doing so right now because its 2 in the morning. Boo yah. But I went to the batting cages today with some friends, so that proves that I'm utilizing the precious time I have at home.
Speaking of utilizing time, I need an effing job. I have an interview at Babies R Us on Friday. Lord knows I need things to work with that.
Dave comes home tomorrow. Woohoo! I'm excited for him more than anyone else. I can't imagine how long he's waited to see my handsome face. He's going to Canada this weekend for a golfing thing. Maybe he'll actually get some action. He needs it as much as I need a job. But really. I'm glad he'll be home. I'm not to religious, but if someone deserves my prayers, its him.
And when the hell is Jordan ever gonna come back from this cruise? I need to brag about the Tigers.
Well that's the first post. Hopefully I didn't offend anyone yet.
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