The Next Morning

I feel weak, I feel drained
At the least, I feel pain
At my peak, I feel insane
Is there nothing in my brain?

Find it hard, just to think
Think my brain, began to shrink
Now my face, is in the sink
Just how much did I drink?

My mouth, it's so dry
At first, I ask why
Then I think, and I sigh
Why did I get so high?

My head, starts to ache
The room, starts to shake
Oh, for Christ's sake
How many pills did I take?

But the day, it goes on
And the pain, soon gone
I will do it, all again
Feeling high is my friend

Don't Know What You Got

     People say that you don't really appreciate things until there gone, this past week I found this to be true. For the past week my car has been down with a flat tire, and I had to drive any car I could get my hand on.
     First I had to drive my sister's car, and I hated it. She drives a dodge neon and it's not the best car. Every time I made a turn, I missed my smooth steering. Although my sister's car smells better than mine, I miss distinct smell of my car, something in between vanilla and car engine.
     Next I had to drive my mother's car, which is a newer model Chrysler Sebring. Although this car is nice, steers and rides smoothly, and is an all around better car than mine, it just doesn't compare to the good ole Grand Am.
      Today, I got my car back and I could not be happier. I felt like a kid cruising around on their own after just getting their license. I put the music up at a necessary volume put my windows down, and took my baby for a much needed spin around the neighborhood.

Life

     Life, simply, isn't fair. Today, not too far from my house, a lady and her baby got ran over and killed. Things like this just make me question this world. Why would something this awful happen to a mother who was just crossing a street with her innocent baby. People say everything happens for a reason, but I say fuck that. There is no reason for a baby, who didn't even get to experience much of life, to be killed.
     It hurts me to think of what the father of that baby is going through now. He has this new born gift, that I'm sure he loved dearly and just like that it was taken away from him. Also, he lost his wife assuming he was married to the mother. Just like that this guy's life is turned into ruins. I can't imagine getting news like that.
     I also feel sorry for the people who were involved in the accident who were driving. They must feel absolutely terrible about what they did. They will always have that terrible memory burned in their minds for as long as they live. Those people will never be the same.
     Nothing is promised in life, except that we will one day keel over and die. We can only hope, that when we do, we are ready and willing to accept it.

Today

     Today is Easter, but more importantly, it's my birthday. I've been on this earth for twenty years now. God damn, it feels like I just graduated high school, and now I'm almost done with my second year of college.
     Birthdays are kind of dumb in my mind. In reality it's just another day, but when it's our birthday we expect the best day ever where everything is handed to us. Time for a wake up call, nobody really cares that it's your birthday as much as you do, and the only way to make it a good day is to go out and make it a good one yourself and stop waiting for others to make it special.
     Today I came to a relieving yet scary realization, This is the last time I will illegally be drunk for my birthday. Since I turned twenty today, this will be the last time I'm under the influence for my birthday.
     Wow, life really does go by too fast. 



     

Last Week

     This semester is coming to an end, and I am now trying my hardest to squeeze out the best grades I can. Every time the end of a semester reaches I find myself trying to cram in all my final assignment and studying. The end of the semester usually leads to a lot of stress and pressure to get everything done.
     By now, I am pretty good at pulling everything together and getting the grades I expect, but this semester I find myself pushing extra hard. I am expecting to get the best grades I ever got since grade school.This semester wasn't easy but it seems I'm going to come out with some impressive grades. As of right now I got an A in Statistics. So hopefully all my hard work pays off in the end.

The Hangover

     I was a bit confused when I woke up this morning. When I opened my eyes I saw something different lying next to me. No it wasn't some random girl that I met last night, or anything interesting like that. I woke up next to a peanut butter jelly sandwich, which was placed on a paper plate waiting to be eaten. I do not recall making it, but after seeing a glass of milk waiting to be drank, I'm guessing I was planning on having a late night snack and never got around to it.
     The next thing I noticed was the way my head was pounding. It felt like my skull was closing in around my brain. I got up to go to the bathroom, and every step I took my head would thump in unison with my footsteps. As I relieved myself the almost greenish yellow urine smelled like beer coming out of a keg. Boy, I must have had a long night.
     The only thing that can make this pain go away is more sleep. As my face hit my pillow, I felt as if I dove face-first into an ashtray. I am not a smoker and I hate the smell of it. This scent kept me awake. My stomach was also feeling sick, and i thought about puking. I decided that I didn't have to yack, and continued on with my day. Why do I do this to myself?

Worst Weekend

     This weekend was the worst I've had in a while. I really didn't do shit. I hate sitting in for a whole night ever, let alone a whole weekend, and that's pretty much what I did. I did go out for Friday and Saturday night for a little bit, but all I did was sit in my friend's house. Honestly, the highlight of my weekend was sitting in and watching the Phillies and Flyers games.
     To make the fact that I had a boring weekend worse, I am now coming down with a cold or allergies. My nose has been stuffed or running all day. Hopefully this week will go by fast, and next weekend will make up for this one.    

Summertime

     Summer is finally on it's way. The weather is getting nicer and brighter, as well as my mood. This winter was really rough as we all know, and it really took a toll on me. I'm very excited for summer so i can relax get a break from school, and finally enjoy some nice weather. I can already picture all the swimming, barbecues, and pick-up softball games my friends, family, and I are going to participate in.
     This time last year, I was the most excited I have ever been in my life. This is because last summer I was part of a shore house, where I lived all summer. Me and all my friends barely payed attention in class, because the only thing we could think of was the shit we were going to get into that summer. Just as expected, me and all my friends had the summer of our lives, and I dont regret a second of it.
     It is kind of upsetting that I am not going to be living down the shore this summer. I definitly think I can survive another summer down there, and would love to do it all over again. On the bright side, I'm sure I will still have a lot of fun this summer, all due to the fact that I have the best family and friends around.

One of Those Days

     Today I woke up, and even know I slept for a decent seven hours, it felt like I only slept for a couple minutes. I just had one of those feelings that it wasn't my day. I shook the feeling off and jumped in the shower and got my day started. As I stepped outside, to be on my way to school, I realized that although it was the last day of March, it still felt like the first day of February. This weather of late really puts me in shit moods.
     As always, on my way to school I got stuck around a bunch of terrible drivers, which added to my frustration. I got to school and headed to my class, it began to rain. The rain didn't just symbolize what a shitty day it was, it also made my faulty right knee hurt. When I got to my first class, my head then began to ache. Shit, this just wasn't my day. Someone up above really jut didn't want me to be in a good mood.
     Instead of giving in to my misfortunes, I carried on with my day like it was any other bright sunny day. My headache just made me feel alive. My knee simply went to the back of my thoughts. I aced the test I had with perfection, and the rain served as a refreshing spritz of energy awakening me from a rough start to my day. I try to keep my head up and look at the upsides of things. I find this a good way to live.

A Good Movie

     A good movie is hard to come by anymore. I feel like every time I watch a movie, I've seen it before and their always predictable. Every movie these days has a picture perfect ending, which is always a feel good touch, but I'm fucking tired of the same shit. Jokes over, life is not perfect in any way, in fact life really sucks. I don't want to see the same couple meets, they run into a stupid problem, then they get back together in the end and kiss. If that's what the ending of your movie is going to be, then at least show them fucking. I'm personally bored of the same dramatic kissing scene, with some beautiful scene in the background.
     Another thing that irks me is that every movie feels the need to have a love story tied into it. I love a good romantic comedy or drama but sometimes a love story is completely unnecessary. Take Black Hawk Down, for example, it was a decent movie but was ruined by the love story tied into it. One of my favorite movies is the classic One Flew Over the Coo Coos Nest, which has no love story tied in at all. It sticks to the main theme of how crazy people are and it doesn't throw in some cute couple who nobody really gives two shits about.
     In contrast you can have a great movie, with a love story, but just have the love story a small part. A great example of this is Good Will Hunting, one of my absolute favorites. The movie is about the main character, Will, being guided by a mentor into using his unique gift of knowledge for good. Their is a love story tied in this movie, but it isn't focused on too much and it is used to show Will's fear of accepting things.
     The fact that I'm tired of the same old typical movies has lead me to watching mostly Independent Films. This has gone well for me because most of these films have different and interesting ideas, which stray away from typical cliches.

Crazy

     As someone who works in a nursing home, I see crazy people all the time. At first, seeing all the old crazy people used to depress me somewhat, but now I've grown immune to it. When i go to the health care area of the retirement home I work in, I see the craziest of crazy people. It is literally like I step into a scene from One Flew Over the Coo Coos Nest. From the lady who constantly screams for help, to the lady with one leg, one eye, calls everyone Susie, and forgets her room number every five seconds, I see my fair share of disturbing characters.
     When I run into people like this I can only hope that my loved ones or even myself never turn out like them. I can't imagine pushing my neurotic mother around one of these foul smelling nursing homes, as she talks nonsense that only makes sense to her. It's quite a scary thought if you think about it.
     I do think everyone is crazy in a way, though. Everyone has their weird fetish, habit, or hobby, but most people just tend to hide it better. I think the more I am around people, the more crazy I find out they are. I, myself, do some strange things that I would never do in the presence of others. So the way I look at it, were all fucking crazy, so should we judge others for things they do. In my mind, yes we should, because it's too much fun, but that's your choice to make.

Flyers

     One of my favorite things to do after a long day of school, work, and/or going to the gym is relaxing and watching the Philadelphia Flyers. I have been watching them for as long as I remember, and I am a die hard fan. My father got me into watching them when I was a toddler, and I've been watching them since. Usually, if he stays awake til game time, I watch the games with my dad. Were both busy people and we don't get a lot of time together, so enjoying the game together is always a good time to bond.
     I love watching hockey, probably more than any other sport. It is such a fast paced and rough sport. Another thing I appreciate about it, is the lack of breaks and commercials. I love watching an intense football gameas much as any other testerone filled man, but I think we can all agree it goes by way too slow. I watch the Flyers so much, that I feel a bond with all their players. I feel as if there my friends, and when they score, I cheer them on, as if one of my buddies just scored in a pick up game at a nearby playground.
     I just got done watching tonights Flyers game. It was dissapointing to say the least. They did come back from a three goal deficet, then take the lead, all just to blow it in the end, and lose in a shut out. They played a decent game, but had some weak goaltending. They did fight though, which they always do. I guess that's just part of their charm.
GO FLY GUY!

REALLY?

I'm sure most of yous already heard this new terrible Internet craze, Rebecca Black. If you haven't here's her terrible new song called Friday:


Yea, I know, it's fucking atrocious. It makes me sad that this is what music is today. I'm personally a huge fan of music. I listen to good music any chance I get. I even have a radio in my bathroom so I can break out some vocals while showering.
Rebecca is a thirteen year old girl from god knows where, who should definitely not even be aloud out past 8, let along have a upcoming music career. Like many others, when I first heard this song, I was confident that it was a joke, but it appears to be a serious song. Quite genius if you ask me, because although it is god awful, it is getting a lot of plays on the Internet. Everyone knows about this song. Shit, I'm even helping the cause with this blog.
After discovering Rebecca, I suddenly have a new respect for Justin Bieber. Although he is too young and immature to be filthy rich, he does have some talent, unlike this fiend.
Now let me get into the idea of this song; partying on Friday. Bitch, you are thirteen, you better not be "partying". Also who wrote this song, a fucking 5 year old? I know she's only thirteen, but I think she could get a little more creative, we all know the days of the fucking week, but thanks for the reminder. How the fuck are her and her little 12 year old friends cruising around town? They shouldn't even be aloud to play driving video games, let alone have a car and a driver license. Do I have to say anything about the middle aged black man, who does a rap in the middle of the song. He did give us a break from her ear piercing vocals, however how does he know about this party that all the toddlers are going to? Weird.
So, if today's society doesn't learn what good music is, and stop supporting this excrement, this is the type f nonsense were gonna have to listen to.

Bombs

     So the United States, along with a few other countries, just bombed the shit out of Libya. I hate to say it, but it was well deserved. Their leader, whatever his name is, is simply a nut case. This does scare me somewhat since he is throwing threats at the countries who did bomb, but I'm not too scared, because I am part of the strongest nation in the world. We've been attacked before on September 11th, and soon after we flexed our muscle and took down the imbecile, Saddam Hussein. During this hard time I feel America was stronger than ever. The Libyan leader does not scare me at all. He is a puny little kid compared to the big strong giant that is the United States.
     One thing that does hit home is; the fear I have for our courageous troops, who will be risking their lives for our precious country. My own cousin is schedule to be deployed some time next year, so I hope we go in and rape the leaders we need to and get out quick. U.S. troops are nothing short of heroes when it comes to times like these, and that's why they need all the love and support we can give them.
BE SAFE BOYS.

Friends... With Benefits

     Can friends with benefits work?
     That's what I asked myself, as I kissed one of my friends, before she got out of my car. For the past couple weeks, we have been in agreement to be friends along with benefits. I don't think I have to describe what im talking about. When she texted me asking if I wanted to hang out tonight, it's no suprise I said yes. I have two heads, one does the thinking, the other makes the decisions.
     I do have class tommorow morning at 9:30 AM, which is less than eight hours away, and I do have two papers to write, which I didn't, but I still agreed to go out with her. So we went to a mutual friend's house, where one of my good friends was already at. I figured, why not. We all hung out for a little, then I went to drive her home. When we got to her house, I figured I'd make my move and went in for a kiss, in hopes she would invite me in, or make some other suggestion.
     Go figure, it turned into a goodbye kiss, kinda like the one that cute couple give after hanging out. I couldn't control the feelings going through me on the way home, after all we do kinda have a past. I do not want anything serious from this girl, and am now questioning what theSe benefits are going to turn into.

Spring Break

     So this past week was my spring break, and it was one hell of a time. I lived recklessly and did what I want without having school in mind. Just about every night I went out and got whacked, it even got to a point where I was waking up drunk. I hung out with all my best friends and did what we do best.
     This break made me feel like I was down the shore again. This past summer I got in on a shore house for the whole summer with a group of friends. We were out of school and had no supervision, so you can only guess what went down at our house. During this break there were a few different nights where all twelve of the guys from our house where together doing our thing, and for the time being it almost felt like we were back in Wildwood. I miss our house dearly to say the least.

Suck My Blog

     I just wrote up a nice blog, and was going through it checking mistakes. As I pressed backspace to fix an error, the dumbass blogger website went back a page and deleted my fucking blog. I am pissed, to say the least. Also I feel betrayed by blogger, and it has discouraged me to write another blog.
     I mean you probably would'nt have liked it too much, it was just about my spring break, but I was personally a fan. Blogger.com has ruined my day and possibly my evening due to its gliches. I thought you should know. I also thought you should know that this rant got long and I will now make it my next blog.

Pure

     The other day I was looking into my new 6 month year old cousin's eyes, and I noticed how peaceful babies are. Every time I would laugh or smile at her, she would do the same back. She is so carefree and content with her short life to this point. She has no clue what troubles she is going to walk into. Growing up, hate, jealousy, all these things await her as she grows older, but right now she has no clue.
     This made me wish I saw the world as her little blue eyes do. She doesn't have to hear about tragedies, and she doesn't have to stress about school, work, and other things us grown ups have to. Such a happy young spirit, which shows with each little giggle she lets out. This world is a dark place, but little things, like my baby cousin, can brighten it up sometimes.

Blog Shmlog

     I find it pretty hard to write on this thing when I got nothing interesting to write about. Usually when something different happens during the day that i find odd I'll write about it, but that doesn't happen too often, definitely not 3 times a week. I could write about what i do on the weekends but nobody wants to hear about that.
     I've come to the realization that most days are the same for me. Monday through Thursday I wake up, eat, shower, go to school, go to work or the gym, do some homework, then go to bed. Life can be pretty boring at times can't it? Every now and then something out of the ordinary happens to us, and I guess that's what we live for.

Spare Change

     A young man is shadily sitting out front of wawa, as i go in to tap mac and get a vitamin water to hydrate myself. He looks to be somewhere in his mid twenties, a healthy, decently dressed guy. I walk by him and into wawa with no contact with him, however I cant help but to realize that he is different There was just something about him, a story he was hiding. He looked like a normal guy, dressed fine, clean shaven, but he screamed for help.
     I took care of my business in wawa, tapped mac and got my drink of choice. I used my debit card to pay for my drink so I didn't have to break the fresh twenty the mac machine just gave me, and then lug around change. Change is one of my pet peeves, having change in my pocket drives me crazy.
     As I walked out, the young man said something to me that I couldn't quite comprehend. My brain processed what it heard three or four times before i made it out, "Can you spare any change?" I couldn't believe this. No, I'm not one of those guys who gets creeped out by bum...OK maybe I am, but this guy looked so normal. The stereotypical bum usually has old raggedy clothes, a long barbaric beard, and they usually look twice as old as they most likely are. He was the complete opposite of what bums usually look like, and I couldn't help but to feel sympathy for him.
     I began to wonder how such a young nice guy could stoop to this level. Where were his parents? What happened to his school career? What problem in his life hindered him into breaking down and just giving up on his dreams? Maybe get married? Kids?
     After what seemed like forever I finally answered his question with "No, I don't have any. Sorry." this made me feel terrible. Although I wasn't lying to him, I couldn't help to think of why I didn't have change, which was because I didn't want to slightly inconvenience myself. This guy goes through countless inconveniences everyday, that I don't even want to think about, and I couldn't help him because I didn't want to carry change.

Family

     Family is a group of people who you can always count on, and that love you unconditionally. There is no exception to that rule between my grand mom and my cousin, who both are going through troubles today. Today my grand mom is going through surgery for her collated artery. The surgery is pretty safe with today's technologies, and it is just a precautionary surgery, however there is always some fear when a loved one goes into surgery. My grand mom has lived with me for as long as i can remember, and I have grown very close to her. Now that shes getting older, I am beginning to fear losing her. Who else will I come home to after a long day of school, with a hot plate of food waiting for me.
      Also, today my cousin received news that he will be deployed to Kuwait. This isn't such horrible news, since he figured it was coming and even volunteered to be deployed, but it still is scary to have a loved one sent over to such terrible conditions. I haven't yet talked to him, but I plan to later today. Hopefully both of these people who are so close to me get through these times without any troubles.

Tattoo

     For the past couple months I've been thinking about getting a tattoo, I just couldn't think of something that I would want inked onto my skin for my whole life. I thought of getting something to do with family but that's just too cliche. While watching the Flyers game tonight with my parents it came to me. I want to get a Philadelphia Flyers and Phillies emblem tattooed on me. Maybe the two combined into one original emblem.
     Of course my mother wasn't too fond of this idea, but there's not much she can do about that now that I'm 18. My dad didn't seem to be too against it since hes a die hard Flyers and Phillies fan as well. Hell, it's his fault I love the two so much in the first place.
     So I guess we'll see if I go through with this idea, and hopefully I won't regret it when I'm an old wrinkly man. In that case I guess it can just be a good lesson for my kids.

Death

     Death is a bitch isn't it? Although most of us want to, we can never avoid death, it is inevitable. Some of us are gonna go fighting, some of us are gonna go willingly. Some us are gonna expect it, and some of us are gonna have death creep up on them unexpectedly. Death is quite a scary thing isn't it?
     Some of us might live our whole lives trying to avoid death, but it is the only guaranteed thing in life. What can we do to prevent death? Nothing. One thing we can try to do is not think about it, but that's almost impossible in today's world where death is all around us. Every time we put on the news we hear about death. Death really hits home when a loved one dies.
     When I find myself thinking about my oncoming death, I always try to find a remedy. Sometimes I will think of some crazy event happening in the near future, where death is cured and humans will live forever, however this is jut unreasonable. I find the most comforting thing to do is to think about how much of my life I have ahead of me. I'm still young and I don't want to waste my life thinking about death. Hopefully I have a bright and long future ahead of me, and me and death will meet many years later.
     

Carver

Out of Carver's two similar short stories, Beginners and What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, I think I would have to say I like What We Talk About more. I'm saying this because, although Beginners is actually how Carver meant to story to be and I think it was wrong how his editor completely changed it on him, I think the characters in What We Talk About add more to the plot than they do in Beginners. In Beginners, Mel or  Herb as he is known in that story is just a plain average guy who doesn't really catch my attention, but in WWTA he is made out to almost be a bad guy who thinks he is better since he is a cardiologist. I also like how the ending in WWTA shows there's no one meaning to love and were all left in the dark when thinking about it.

Soul mates?

     Lately in class, love has been a frequent topic. This got me thinking about different things such as people meeting their "soul mates". Now I'm not going to say soul mates aren't real, but I don't think the cliche that everybody will find "the one" is exactly true. After all half of marriages today don't last.
     I think a big problem with this is that people seem to settle for a significant other, and just tell themselves that they are the one just to tie the knot. Everyone seems to think that if you don't get married they are a reject, and perhaps not doing a required duty in life. I personally don't think that every one should get married, its just not meant for some people. Maybe their is someone out there for everyone but I don't think half of them meet each other.
      Not meeting the one you were meant to be with is a scary thought but its just realistic. There are way too many people out their to believe that everyone meets their true soul mate. When I think of my future love life, I can only hope that I find the right woman for myself. I do want to get married, have kids, and be part of a loving family, but I fear that I will settle for someone just like many people today do. I guess time will tell the truth.
    

Professor Hates A Lot

     With a raise of his eyebrows and left upper lip, I already know whats coming before my brain can even comprehend what I'm hearing; another rant about someone or something that he is not too fund of. He is a very stubborn man and if he doesn't like something it "sucks", no questions asked. Even if you walk in his class with an outfit he doesn't agree with he'll surely make fun of you.
     Your probably thinking what kind of asshole professor is this. Well the answer is no other than my English professor, lets just call him Professor Hates A Lot. Now getting tormented by your professor might not seem like a good way of learning, but I personally find his unconventional teaching helpful.
     He's not like your everyday button up and slack wearing professor who bores you with lessons straight from some overpriced back breaking textbook, instead he walks in with a cheesy t-shirt (most likely having something to do with lost...talk about shitty TV) and plain old blue jeans. Most of my classes are boring and I have problems paying attention in them, but his is different. He seems to keep me alert with his angry rants and barbarous language. I don't look at him as a professor at all since he is so different from the rest of my professors. Instead I look at him as just a friend who is a lot wiser than me and has a lot to teach me.
     Well your probably still thinking..."Dude sounds like a douchebag", but that's just because you never took one of his classes. Although he might be a stubborn close minded bastard he is truthful, which I respect. Nobody should be afraid to speak their mind even if it makes people think your an asshole.

Winter Appreciation Day

    This year's winter has really got the best of me. By the end of my day after dealing with the disruptive snow, wet rain or blistering wind, (or all of them at once!) I seem to be genuinely worn out, annoyed and short tempered. Today was no different. I finally got home from a long day at school, that had no shortage of stress, and all I wanted to do was get inside my comfortable house and enjoy a hot meal, however I got into an altercation. As I swung my car door open to get out, good old mother nature had other plans and slammed it right back, onto my leg, with a big gust of cold wind. That was it, I had enough for the day and from there I just shut down. I walked in the house silently and ignored the care my parents threw my way with one word answers and an ignorant walk to my room.
     When i got to my lair, I began to take care of some schoolwork on my new laptop as I watched my flat screen HDTV. Then I notice how much I don't appreciate these things. Of course when I got these things I didn't stay away from them and took care of them like they were my children, but now my TV is collecting dust and I bang my laptop into things every time I bring it around almost as if I want it to break.
     This made me realize that I don't appreciate certain things because I simply became used to them being part of my daily life. The reason I'm going on with all of this because for once it made me look at winter optimistically.
     No, I didn't suddenly appreciate the cold, snow, sleet, sicknesses, dry skin, and all the other shitty things winter brings, but it made me realize something. Would I really appreciate the Summer as much as I do if there was no Winter. I highly doubt it. If there was no Winter I'd probably be ranting on about how hot it was at school today and all I want to do is sit in my air conditioned house and drink a cold glass of water. 
     So I guess if I had to name one good thing about winter it would be the participation it forces us to go through. Yes, it might emotionally, physically, and mentally bend me over and fuck me, but however at the end their is always some better weather that I will appreciate more when it FINALLY comes around.

Nowhere Man

     A man from nowhere assuredly walks into a convenience store on a rainy evening. Although hes unaware of it, to everyone else around him, his appearance is screaming Help! He wears old worn out clothes, the soles of his once black shoes are nearly nonexistent, and his greasy brown hair looks like thin wires sticking up as if they are trying to escape from his scalp.
     He walks around the store as if he knows where he's going and what he's looking for, but he hasn't a clue. Everyone else in the store tries their hardest to avoid him. They want no part of his apparent craziness, but not everyone can escape. He tries making conversation by clamoring on about nothing. His words don't make sense to anyone but himself.  
   While he is in the store nobody speaks. For that moment everyone feels awkward and are scared of this man. They think through everything they do, so they don't set him off. How can such a seemingly powerless man have such power over everyone around him.
     Nobody knows what he wants, and nobody includes him, because he might be from nowhere but he is somebody. We all know this man, but none of us try to understand, and who's to blame?

Music Television?

Every time I'm looking for something to watch on TV I do what everyone else does, scan through some of my favorite channels. Now this would be nothing to rant about if it wasn't for MTV. It seems that every time I check what's on MTV, I always see Teen Mom or 16 and Pregnant. I know I probably do not need to say anything else but I have to get it out. WHO ACTUALLY ENJOYS THIS SHIT?! The sad answer is a lot of people, especially girls my age.
     Recently I was talking to my sister and she told me that she actually watches it. After ranting about the show to her and questioning if she was related to me, she told me an actual good excuse of why she watches it. She said it makes her feel better about her life. Of course I got a good laugh out of this, she must be related to me after all.
     Now i would like to think that everyone that watches these shows had the same excuse as my sister but i know better. A scary thought that i came across lately is that some girls who watch these shows actually idolize these stupid kids who get themselves into these situations. Why would I think this? Its simple, if you ever watch the show, MTV makes these girls look like courageous heroes. They make their lives seem so hard. Now I'm not saying raising a kid is a simple task, but you have to be a fool to not think MTV is paying for that child's needs. Another reason I think viewers of this show idolize these girls is because of how many pregnant girls, my age or younger, I see walking around pregnant as shit. There's some scary thoughts for your weekend.

Driving...me crazy.

Every time I drive for more than ten minutes I seem to lose my mind. Maybe its because I have little patience, or maybe because the thought of how people got their licenses drives me up a fucking wall. Honestly some people are so terrible at driving that its a wonder that their still alive. Not to mention this weather of late has not been any help to the poor driver's cause.

     I know I can't be the only one who feels this way in fact a lot of my friends complain about driving as well. One thing I wonder is how people passed their driving tests when they can't even change lanes without almost causing a multiple car pile-up. 

     Don't even get me started on how old people drive...especially old women. Not one person can tell me they never were driving behind someone going about ten miles under the speed limit and began to get frustrated. What I usually do in this situation is look at the license plate and surely I see that crippled stick figure on their damn chair. As soon as I see the cu-tip top that the old women calls hair struggling to peek over their car seat it's over, my trip just got extended a few minutes.

     Some people might call me impatient and say that I'm gonna get to my destination either way...fuck them. I'm only gonna live once and I sure as hell don't want to think of all the time i wasted in my life due to terrible drivers.

Here's my genius idea that I personally think should get run through the state: Every ten years everyone with a license has to go and retake their driving test. Plain and simple if you cant pass a driving test you shouldn't be on the road.

Wedding Crashers

Every so often me and my friend John cater weddings and other events for some extra money. Today is one of them days. Its not a bad deal that we got worked out, I mean we get payed a hundred dollars to bus tables, eat leftover filet mignon, and scope out the attractive bridesmaids in their tight dresses.

     Every time we cater weddings I instantly think of the comedy Wedding Crashers, not because we pick up vulnerable women like Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn do with their terrible noses and awkwardness, but because we are part of a very special moment in the families life. Its very awkward to attend such an important happening in some strangers life, but i guess someone has to do it.

     The catering hall is in South Philly on 2nd Street so we usually get a crazy Italian family or an Irish family who wipe out the seemingly endless supply of alcohol. Another enjoyable part of doing this is just watching the families and friends enjoy themselves and have a good time. My friend John and I always have god stories at the end of the night like someone falling on the dance floor or some other type of silly drunkenness.

     When I'm at these wedding it makes me think how I will want my wedding to be. I think of all my closest family and friends joined together in a big ballroom enjoying great food and drinks. I see everyone I love enjoying themselves and celebrating an important time in my life. Weddings truly are a beautiful thing.

My Best Friend

My best friend wakes up in morning, and stretches out his long arms as his days struggles begin. hes a tall broad Italian kid, whose shoulders stretch wider than the amazon river. his combed curly chocolate brown hair sits perfectly on the top of his head.

     Although he is a physically strong man, he seems to struggle lifting every day tasks off of his shoulders. Anything that makes him slightly uncomfortable seems to irritate him, however he finds a way to slyly get everything he needs to be done accomplished.

     The two things he enjoys the most are his personal health and eating. If he isn't exercising or washing his hands, hes eating a gourmet meal. This is one thing our friendship revolves around; thinking of the next meal were going to eat and going out to get it.

     Although I only known him for about five years I am closer to him than I am with the rest of my friends. That's why I would call him my best friend.

Signs of Aging

Throughout life we notice things that show us we are getting older. everything from growing taller and stronger when your young, to shrinking and losing strength when your old. One sign I've noticed lately is how I've been reacting to all this snow we have been getting. This weather makes a lot of simple everyday tasks for me a struggle and generally puts me in a shitty mood.
     I am sharing this because it makes me realize how fast i am growing old. I'm sure I'm not the only one that can remember, not too long ago, when we would look out our windows and get extremely excited to see snow covered streets. Back then the little versions of us loved the snow. The snow symbolized a day away from school, snowball fights and building snowmen with friends, and possibly earning some money by shoveling your elderly neighbors sidewalk.
    Now when I look out and see this snow I simply get irritated. Now it means shoveling out my car to get to school and/or work, sliding around recklessly, and taking out my anger on the first person who annoys me...which is usually my mother (love ya mom).
   I don't know what to think of this. Some will say I'm just growing up, but I'd say I'm slowly turning into a miserable old man, and I fear the day when I can no longer enjoy the other simple things in life like video games, or a stupid comedy movie. I guess we all grow old but I'm going to try my hardest to stay young at heart.