Music

I love listening to "love" songs when I am going through a tough break-up.... call me an emotional cutter, call me what you want, but for all of you who have gone through a break-up isn't it funny how all the songs you hear are "like so related to your situation" like every song was written for your heart break. It amuses me... but sometimes it also makes me really depressed. It just matters what song you catch me on, what drink you catch me on. I said love was gay on my other blog, but it really isn't. I still believe in everything it stands for and everything it can be and I really don't want to become one of those bitter people and I don't think I will. In fact, I think I am going to start taking my friends' advice on how they see me and where they see me going. But.. I'm still going to listen to the love songs here and there and think they were written for me. Screw you!

Put Your Shirt On

I'm just going to go ahead and say what all of us are thinking... please, put your shirt on. Seriously I don't want to see that shit. I know what I'm workin with and I know better to stand outside in December with my shirt off acting like I am not cold, talking to my buddy. I feel no harm or shame being without said shirt in the privacy of my own home or that of someones who I might have gone home with. But, I know that I have not hit the gym hard enough to be wrassling around with my shirt off in the public's view. Also, unfortunately I was cursed, some say blessed, with that Armenian/Japanese thing where I have some hair in places that I don't really think it should be. On another note, why are you at home, in your front yard with your shirt off anyways at 11:45? That's another blog post for another day. Please, let's get realistic, you should know if you have the public shirt off body or not. If your workin with a front that may or may not look like a ladies from 10 feet away or more, if your tummy has had one too many 30 packs of Keystone Light, and if it looks like your permanently rockin' a sweater than NO, you do not have the public shirt off body. So please, put your shirt on. But I'm also going to say that if you have recently been on the cover of Men's Health or Natural Fitness and Bodybuilding then please, take your shirt off! I do not mind at all... I may be non-gender discrimnatory (Thanks Sarah!) but I can fully FULLY appreciate a fine body.

E fing Harmony

Really guys? E*harmony? That is a pathetic and thinly veiled effort to try and set me up on what I think is for social outcasts and fatties? I am neither (at least in my mind) I don't want to write to many disparaging comments about these two douches because they are my only followers but sometimes I want to beat them up. Come on... Susan Isgrigs (look her up in the yearbook, she was the mute sidekick of Michelle Lee) sister met her husband on E*harmony, flew to some podunk town in Washington state and got engaged after like 4 months or something. Seriously, that is sick. I would rather take my changes at Bobby Salazar's and meet a guy from Baaaassston that I think is 24 but apparently over the loud music and one too many Goldschlagger shots actually said he was 34. Yikesssss.... it's alright, what is worse is that Star proceeded to make out with his Aussie friend who was about a foot shorter than her.... hahahaha oh, and the cherry on top of that night? The aussie was apparently a MMA fighter pre-UFC... hahahah classic.... this little story could only be topped off by the nuts which is when Star and Parker proceeded to actually meet these guys in their hotel room and then go on the worse date ever to Silver Dollar Hofbrau, the only highlight of the night was that we didn't have to pay for any of the alcohol that was needed for us to actually pretend we were in the moment with these two jokers... the interesting thing is that up to about two years ago I used to get phone calls periodically from that guy... I think I dry humped him one night in his Honda mini-van that he and the aussie would use to sell speakers to unsuspecitng dopes off the streets. CLASSIC!

What shall I do???

It has become that time again. What direction am I heading in and who is going in that direction. It's that dreaded crossroad you reach when you're getting done with school and figuring out that the real world is caving in fast. I have a great college job that pays pretty damn well for being in my mid 20's but it's not what I'm passionate about. It's not what makes me jump out of bed in the morning, ready to conquer the world. And the scary thing is... after five years of undergrad, and two years of grad school, I'm still not sure where I am going. Apparently people I went to school with are out conquering the world... kicking ass and taking names. (or so they make Facebook friends believe....) I just don't want to do what everyone else does. I don't want to be a drone and do something that makes a lot of money, but doesn't make a lot of personal happiness. I do know that I want to affect people. The greatest joy and significance I have ever felt was being a leader on my sport teams. Inspiring people make me feel purposeful. I have to figure out how to correlate that into... I don't know...

French people are no good...

I'm sorry but french people have to be the most arrogant people I have ever met... not french-Canadian cause I love our neighbors from the north, but the french french, from France. Please do not come to my school in America and talk in a thick accent and then try and take over projects... who the hell do you think you are?? I can't even understand you... also, you are not as smart as you think... that is another annoying thing... please understand your intelligence level and do not try and go out of your zone... just because you know how to use the thesaurus does not mean that you are smart... it means that your poor writing skills are still poor, but just with big words...

Please don't micromanage me

Holy shit... I cannot stand it when people are in "management" positions and they feel the need to tell me to do something that I am already doing... if they would wake the fuck up they would realize that... I have a secondary degree (not from an online school, but to those of you who do have yours through one that's cool too!) so I think I am pretty capable of handling myself... shit it's only college student-athletes, they are like zoo animals... throw some food at them and they are fine!!!