We become such worse friends as we get older
Jun/100
I cleaned my room today. I don’t really like cleaning my room. Now don’t get me wrong I love having a clean room. Having a clean room is something that is important to me. It’s just that whenever I clean my room I inevitably find something that reminds me of someone, some place, some thing that I didn’t really want to think about. Today is no exception. Today, I found this picture:
This photo reminds me of a lot of things. It reminds me of the time I thought it was a good idea to shave a line in my left eyebrow because I thought it looked cool (like Spike). It reminds me of Muska, my crazy ass dog with a mole on his nose that we named after skater Chad Muska during my brief “I think I want to start skateboarding” phase. Was he tied up in the backyard here? Was he in the house getting into something, chewing up something? Was he doing that crazy howl he used to do that drove the old neighbors crazy? Maybe he was playing in the yard with Shannon, my big (like 250 pounds) black friend from Philadelphia who defied stereotypes by spending way too much time playing video games. Was he at the house? Was he on his way over? It was probably a Saturday. We’re probably grilling out. Our neighbors seemed cool. It reminds me of Tacoma and this house we lived in. There was so much fun we had there, but when I look at this picture mostly it just reminds me of the photographer and the guy cutting my hair.
Katy, my girlfriend from high school, the first person I ever loved who quit school because she didn’t want to lose me and came to live in Alabama and then went back to school because I came with her. I liked her a lot. She was the perfect person for me at that point in my life. I really screwed up that relationship.
Then there’s John, her best friend from college who became my best friend when I moved there. He was probably one of the nicest guys I’ve ever known in my life. He was so easy going and always willing to help a friend. We had a lot of fun and we were friends from the first day I arrived. He was a really great guy. It’s really no wonder she started dating him after me. I would have done the same thing.
My biggest problem
Apr/100
I had one of those nights the other night where you put on some music and think about your entire life. It was pretty intense and I think I figured out some stuff that I hadn’t really thought about because it bothered me. During my thinking I came to a strong realization that I have a big problem that makes me the way I am and causes many of the troubles in my life. You see my biggest problem is that I have seen way too many movies and I have always expected my life to turn out like one. I’ve never really understood why people didn’t see things the way I saw them and do the right thing in the end, the reason of course being is that life isn’t a movie and people just aren’t like that.
Twenty-eight!
Dec/091
It’s getting kind of hard to believe things are going to get better.
I’ve been drowning too long to believe that the tide’s going to turn.
And I’ve been living too long to believe that things are going to get easier now.
I’m still trying to shake off the pain from the lessons I’ve learned.
(I always wanted to start a post off with a quote, makes me seem interesting.)
My “journey” to twenty eight years old was not exactly what I had in mind, but it’s not exactly one that I wouldn’t choose again if I had the chance. There’s really nothing I like more in my life than being proven wrong. For instance on Miller Park Drunk I have come out strongly against their new center fielder, Carlos Gomez, and that is something that I would love to be proven wrong on. It’s not fun if I am right about them not being good because of this guy. Being right about things isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be and that sums up my entire 27 years of life in a nutshell. I have always thought I knew better than what people told me, I have always thought I was the smartest and I have always thought I had it all figured out, yet time and time again I have been proven wrong. You’d think that would suck, but I’m really happy about it. If you’ve been around me for five seconds you can probably tell that I think my entire life is a movie and the tagline I’d have to use would be something ridiculous like “sometimes you have to lose everything to find out what truly matters” or “sometimes everything you ever wanted turns out to be not what you wanted at all” or even, my personal favorite, “sometimes what you’ve spent your whole life looking for turns out to be right in front of your eyes”. (It’s pure Oscar bait and I love it.)
Goals redux
Nov/090
I have been convinced that having goals is an important thing and that I should probably have them. My buddy presented a pretty good case and I can admit when I am wrong. I am still against 5-year plans and making goals with a time limit, but goals are probably a good thing to have. It’s nice to complete a small goal and then have the motivation to complete another, bigger one. So I am going to try and do that. I started with cleaning every inch of my apartment and getting rid of a bunch of stuff that was cluttering me up. The place is as clean as it’s been since I moved in (and that’s after having people over), but I still have a ways to go as I still feel that it’s too cluttered and I think clutter affects my moods. Call it Vin Shui. I’ve also been trying to write down more of my writing ideas, no matter how big or small they are, so that I don’t lose them. I wish that Walking Tall was never made because I had a really cool idea for The Rock as a soldier returning to his hometown to find his town had gone to hell when he was away that was actually nothing like Walking Tall besides that. Oh well.
Anyways I won’t post all my goals here, but I’ll write about a few and then try to write something about any that I do accomplish if I think that it’s funny or good. Here’s a few for now:
- Send in application for Mike and I to go on Amazing Race. They aren’t currently taking any, but I am going to keep checking their website until they are.
- Get published on the Onion AV Club again. Barring unforeseen setbacks I should have something in there next week-ish. (See what I did there?)
- Meet up with a person to discuss and figure out our **SUPER SECRET BOOK IDEA**
- Listen to the Pretenders while updating my blog.
- Try to save as much money as possible between now and my birthday by not going to bars, basketball games or out to eat.
See? All reachable goals that have nothing to do with how much money I have. Which is good because I have none. I think I am figuring this goals thing out.