New Thought

If I were to say my childhood was nothing but complete fun for me, I would be lying. I am not saying that I had a bad childhood, far from it. I had loving parents and a wonderful family. There were just certain aspects that didnt make every moment all that much fun for me growing up. I didnt have many friends as I was not really socially adept back in those days. I was extremely shy and the fact that I had glasses and was a little pudgy probably didnt help. I had no idea how to talk to girls and I didnt know cool if it hit me with a bat. I was no better in school either. I sucked. I got terrible grades and didnt seem to get along with any of the teachers. I dont know why this is but these problems I faced as a child just seemed to come out of nowhere. This would not be the case as I grew out of my awkwardness and finally came into my own which seems to happen to a lot of people. I still unfortunately, will never forget a lot of those times spent alone on the playground...

Blus

On one of my many trips to Best Buy I happened to spend a little more time than usual to peruse just about every part of the store. I didnt really have much to do that day and I needed to kill some time. I came across a piece of technology that I think all of us are familiar with. A Blu Ray player. Now I love Blu Ray and am very grateful for the fact that I own a player and an ever growing library of Blu Ray movies. I sat back in my mind and thought about this new technology. As far as I can tell, it is pretty safe to assume that the company's intentions are to make it the new format and have regular dvd's go the way of the vhs. Will this happen in such a manner. And if so, when will this happen? I think everyone should move over to the format, but it seems that people are waiting for the conversion to happen for a bit. When will people learn? haha

Death Clock

Those websites that predict when you are going to die really freak me out. I really wonder how it comes up with such a number. It only asks your age and wether or not you smoke! Is this T.R.U.T.H. brain washing? Probably not but it's something to think about no? This is such an interesting form of entertainment that people search out on the internet. I believe that people both fear death and at the same time extremely interested in it. It is the only thing people are not really sure about and this mystifies everyone. No one knows what happens for sure after we die and it is the only mystery of the world that will never be truly solved. Creepy huh?!

New Thoughts

In the beginning of the tv show Happy Days in the first season...Richie has an older brother who he plays basketball with a lot. All of a sudden one episode he wasnt there anymore and he wasnt even mention for the remainder of the show's remaning seasons. I dont know why I am thinking about this but this topic has always bugged me. I know its strange to like a show that was popular way before my time but I happen to be a big fan of this tv show. And why did they make Fonzie such a nice guy? In the beginning he was a total badass and by the end of the show he was living with the Cunninghams for christ sake. Richie, Ralph, and Potsie were afraid of Fonzie and they should have remained so.

New Thoughts

As i sit in my room I can't help but feel a sense of calmness and serenity. I can't really explain why this is or the reason I am having these feelings but I can honestly say that I am pretty content with the world. The only thing that really has the potential to ruin such feelings I have is the fact that there is a rising stink coming from the corner of my bedroom. I dont really know what it is and am having a hard time locating said stench. I hope its nothing dead in the vents or something like that, I would be really bummed to have to fix that.

Problems

Writing styles have always perplexed me, even since the start of my literary career. I find that the fact that there are so many different styles of writing and the fact that they make one think in different ways, is just one of the many great things about writing. I guess this is a major reason why I chose such a major. As I grow as a writer I plan to develop most of these writing styles and be able to utilize them with such apparent ease as these writers. I remember having much difficulty with this whole concept when I was first introduced to it and I still am not completely comfortable with some writing styles that we are asked to use. I remember not getting the best grades when I was starting out at the U of A during my first English courses. I got better of course, thanks largely to the possibility of rewrites, and now I am comfortable with a lot more styles. Poetry has proven to be not a very easy topic for me but I do believe that I am finally getting the hang of this despite the fact that even more styles of poetry have come up. This is just another literary obstacle for me to overcome I suppose. I feel up to it.

Lost in translation

This was too funny that I just had to write about it. Props to my friend Blake all the way in the UK for telling me this awesome bit of info. Just another example of culture getting lost in translation. In some Spanish Speaking Countries, when they see the movie star wars, and the name of the little robot, "R2-D2" comes up they become a little confused. The confusion is because when it is said they think that the characters are saying "Arturo Dito" which roughly translated means "little arthur." This is the funniest thing I have heard all day. This is especially hilarious when you substitute this with dialogue from the movie, such as "Take her down "Little Arthur" or "My name is C-3PO, and this is "Little Arthur!" It just sounds ridiculous.

New Post

I feel that I should take advantage of my first really good mood in a long time. As I look to my left and see the look of disgust on the person's face sitting next to me I cant help but think, "wow, I type very loudly." But I digress...
Whats the purpose of everything? Why are we here? What are we supposed to do? As far as I am concerned there are many answers one could give. Some greatly encouraging while the others are just a tad depressing. Being the kind of guy that I am, I will take the road of the optimist. I often spend many hours thinking of such questions (as I am a man with a lot of time on his hands) and have come up with a few answers that make myself see things just a little brighter. I am a firm believer in living for yourself. Now this may initially come off a little selfish but hear me out. The time we have on this earth is way too short and if this time is spent living for someone else or fearing some higher power, then our time was truly wasted. Live for you, and do you. I believe that we were put on this planet to enjoy ourselves. We look back on times we took chances and went on a whim rather than the times we were overly cautious and were worried about the thoughts of others. Live in the moment, because that is all life is, is a series of moments. The more you grab the more life becomes enjoyable I have learned. Open up to people! Make connections! Find that soulmate that you have been looking for. FIND LOVE! It does exist and it IS out there, there just is no conventional form. Thinking what could have been is NOT a fun thought to have! Rather deal with the short term embarrassment than spend your life thinking, "what if?"
Let your thoughts be your own. The input of your friends and others is an important part in some facets of life but in the end you must make your own decisions. Do not agree or disagree to something because your friends think its cool or not cool. This is your life, not theirs. I may seem like I am ranting but I have seen way too many times where people could have benefited with having such an idea in their head.
BE HAPPY! LOVE PEOPLE! LOVE LIFE! You are lucky enough to live in a place where you have control of your own destiny. You have the power to make your life as happy or as sad as you want it to be.

I do not write this to dictate how one should live their lives. That is not my place nor is this the blog to read how to do so. But I do believe in these things strongly and I wanted to share these ideas with you, the readers. And even though you may not take anything from this, hopefully I have the privilige of putting a smile on your face. If not you know where to find me. Im not hard to find, Im that dude with a huge smile on his face wearin dem oakley shades!

New Thought

f we lived in a perfect world, each marriage would end in happiness and each person would be able to stay with their husbands/wives till the day they die. This, unfortunately/fortunately, however you look at it, this is not reality. I am not saying divorce is an essential way of life but I do believe that if the magic is lost and the couple do not feel that they can be together anymore, then you cant expect them to fake it or waste their time living a lie. Also if you feel that you need to end your marriage, if you have children, please keep it civil. If not for your sake then your kid's. If you are going to get a divorce, please keep a few things in mind. DO NOT fight in front of the kids, even though its not their fault, they will feel it is is. Also, really try to remain friends with your former husband/wife. This means hanging out with each other on birthdays/ballgames/recitals/ etc. This will mean the world to your children. Im not asking you to stay with your significant other if you feel that the love isnt there anymore, but if your going to go through such an ugly situation, please try to make it the best situation you can.

Remember

Not too long ago, less than 3 years ago, I find myself sitting in a waiting room. The office is underground because of the radiation machines. It is cold, as expected, and I am currently not in a good mood because it happens to also be 8 in the morning on a saturday. Despite the fact that I had to withdraw from second semester of my freshman year, I still have friends in Los Angeles and I would rather be hanging out with them than waiting in a cold dark room with old magazines, and older people. Regardless of my current state and my current predicament, I am in a cranky mood, too cranky now that I look back on that day.
I have been sitting for about fifteen minutes before I see someone out of the corner of my eye. The majority of the people I am in the room with have to be over 60 years old, at least, but I happen to see a very small boy sitting in the waiting room playing with those toys that are in all waiting rooms with the beads sliding around these pipe things (you know what I am talking about). Me and the boy had one of those moments when you accidentally make eye contact with someone then the people instantly look away. I looked away but the boy didnt. In fact he came up to me, which shocked me. If I had been on the outside looking in, I probably did not look like someone who wanted ANYONE to talk to him, let alone a kid. I started off being a little annoyed but then I came face to face with him. He didnt have any hair, was frail looking and teeth that most assuredly need braces later in his life. "What color are you?" He asked. I was perplexed and didnt know how to answer the question. "Excuse me?" Again he asked, "what color are you?" This time he held up an action figure of what I recall was the blue power ranger. Not the blue ranger from my generation but one of the newer ones I assumed. I looked down and in the boy's lap was a collection of power ranger toys, no pink or yellow ones of course. I gathered that he was asking me what color ranger I wanted to be, already having the assumption that I would want to play with him. I thought "what confidence this boy has." I later thought about this and realized that I was the only person in the room even remotely close to his age and he sure as hell didnt want to play a boys game with his mother. I had about another 20 minutes till my session started and I thought, "why not, who am I trying to impress here?"
As we start our mini adventure, which mostly involves throwing the toys across the room or at other toys set up, we start a debate about which generation of Power Rangers was the best (mine was of course the better generation, we had Jason, and Tommy for Christ sake.) He marvels at the fact that there were people way before the ones he knew that donned the multicolored uniforms. I dont even realize that 20 minutes passes, my name is called. I say goodbye to my new friend and hand him back his toy. As I lay on the table shirtless, I realize that the metal table isnt as cold as it usually is...

Demise

I do not want death. I also do not like death. Death is an end, I can not die...yet. Far too much to do. So much left to be done. One must accept death, but not embrace it. Think of it as an end to your favorite movie. You know its coming, but you want to put in as much and feel as much as you can before the credits roll. I have accepted death long ago as my mortality has been tested on multiple occasions. Am I mortal? Maybe so...but I live a life of immortality. My time has not come yet, I knew it had not come then nor do I see it coming in the near future. They say what does not kill you makes you stronger, maybe so, but in what way? That is an aspect people often forget. An aspect almost as important as surviving itself. If you are spared the reaper what then? Many people are instilled with this sense of purpose after their ordeals. That works for some. Whatever gets you up in the morning. But consider this: If one needs an excuse to get up in the morning, then was that day lived for you, or someone else?

Perhaps you are confused, I do not fear death. When I say I do not like death, that is not me saying I am afraid of death. Death is more of an obstacle. Im just trying to hit the 3 before the buzzer.

Random Story

Water wasn’t the easiest, nor most kind way to wake up a dear friend the morning after his 21st birthday but Riley could not resist. His friend had had a free pass last night and was able to live the life of a king. Despite the fact that Scott had been sleeping on the couch with no blanket or pillow other than the seat cushions, he was fast asleep due to the drunken stupor he had worked himself into the previous night. The bucket of water was not welcomed and Riley did feel a little remorse but they needed to get up, Riley had awoken much earlier than Scott and was able to survey the previous nights damage to the hotel room. “This is not good” Riley thought. The room was completely decimated. The bed had somehow been broken in half, the mini bar was completely empty, not one light bulb was left in tact, and the TV was missing. Bottom line: the boys needed to leave pronto. After the initial, “what the hell” reaction from Scott, Riley addresses the situation. Not much explanation is needed after a quick look at the drunken destruction apparently caused by the two revelers. “Ok I just need to piss then we will get going” Scott said. “I don’t know how the hell we are going to get away with not paying for all this” Riley yelled to Scott as he was in the bathroom. Scott screamed, “I found the tv! What its doing in the bathtub I haven’t the faintest idea!” The laughter quickly stopped as Riley felt a puddle beneath his foot. It lead to the toilet room. As the two friends opened the door they could barely hold back a scream. She looked like she had been there for a while. A woman no older than 21. Blood trickled down her check as if she were crying crimson tears. “Oh my god, oh my god” Riley yelled, “what the hell is that?” The boys were dumbfounded. They woke up with a dead woman in a bathroom and the room itself looked like a tornado had run through it. Scott asked, “did…did we do this?” “No way man” Riley blurted out almost completely interrupting Scott, “there is no chance in hell we did this.” “There is a dead woman in the bathroom” screamed Scott, “what the hell are we going to do?!” Sweat started to pour down the boys faces, Scott was on the verge of tears. Could they have murdered this woman in a drunken rage? Did she do this to herself after they had taken her home? There were far too many possible answers to this horrible question. BANG BANG. There was a knocking at the door. Not so much as a knock but it sounded as if the door had owed someone a large amount of money. After the initial assault of fists on the door a man screamed for the boys to open the door. They looked at each other contemplating their possible future in a penitentiary if they had indeed murdered this woman. The boys could not move, not one inch. They regretted the day they ever thought of coming up to Las Vegas looking for a good time. BANG BANG. The cops wanted in now! Riley looked toward the window. It was their only chance. Should he tell Scott the plan or just make a break for the window? Due to his hesitation he never did reach an answer. The door was broken down. The boys were thrown onto their stomachs, cuffs strapped to their wrists. In a daze Scott looked at a piece of stationary lying next to his face. “Hyatt” is what he was able to make out. He remembered being given a key to the Mirage at the beginning of the trip. Depending on how you look at it, a whole new issue arose for the two newly christened 21 year olds, this wasn’t their hotel room.