Quick update

I need to start getting back into this. Tis an important thing, I do believe.

So, recently things happened in my life. Just tonight, in fact.
Katty and I broke up. Prematurely, it would seem and I'll stop at nothing to win back her affection, because I know she still feels for me similarly as I do her.

I've (apparently) acquired a roommate, who will be scooped up tomorrow.
And he seems cool, into similar (or the same) music as me and overall a pretty straight up guy.

Since loss of Katty, I've decided to find other hobbies (aside from video games since that's not exactly a constructive one).
I suppose I'll pick up my guitar again and attempt to become once again proficient.
I drove myself to the local music store and got priced a bass guitar as well, so I may begin learning there are 4 strings instead of six, and bass typically is easier to start on than guitar.

And I could have cancer, which is definitely positive.

Not much to say, just a minor update in the catalog that is my life.
Somewhat boring, sure. Somewhat exciting; to me, sure. Somewhat depressing; once again, to me, sure.

But things, in time, always get better as they always have.

I like Vanna

The band. I wish more bands could be like them.
To put as much heart into their music as they do,
To respect the fans that got them there as much as they (or any band like them) do.

I like their music.
A lot.

I should learn to fly a plane, buy one, and go see them wherever they go.

And by season tickets for the Red Sox.
So I can fly there too.

This year looks like a good one.
2010.

The Red Sox and Vanna.
The best things come from Boston.

A Saturday update...?

Haha.
So I've been moving for ages. Seemed like ages, anyway.
Finally got the majority of my things here, save my old bed for the spare room. But that may be tomorrow.
Hung up my Clerks 2, Dogma movie and Jay and Silent Bob posters as signed by Mr. Kevin Smith.
All that's left to do is bring my Celtics, Red Sox wall stuff and stick that perhaps in the spare room.
I've gotta get my Pink Floyd poster framed and stick it behind the couch and hang up the Boondock Saints poster as signed by Troy Duffy.
But everything is in order.

Speaking of the Boondock Saints and of Troy Duffy and of everything like that, the All Saints Day trailer came out and it looks amazing.
I suppose he needed not do much to please me since I very much enjoyed it's prequel which is why I bought oh-so-much from their website.

But the final weeks of moving follow! My wall mounted HDTV sees very many PS3 and 360 and Wii games played (and by Wii games I mean Smash Brothers but you understand).

How exciting.

Rehash

So begins a new week I suppose.
Not much has changed since my last blog. Still beyond excited about buying my first house. Got the price on the Rooms to Go furniture and it all seems affordable.
And nice.

Other than the house I suppose there isn’t much to talk about. There is often very little on my mind.
I’ve found I’m constantly starving for company of any sort and that loss of about all contact with everyone for almost two years was pretty mind-blowingly terrible for me.

But it doesn’t bother me. Much.
Or rather I let it get to me too often.

What I do know, what I’m positive about is that I’ve experienced something that most people only go through once.
And in turn that’s changed me.
You’re really called to live in the moment. Life is too short.

Perhaps a copy/paste or even a mundane addition to last Friday’s blog but oh well. I had better ideas laying in bed last night but they all left me as I figured they would but insisted to myself that I’d remember come morning.

Her heart beats on, she’s just not giving up yet

Pub tables!

Literacy.

I need some practice.
I think though, that my mind has not only been in a laze having been away from anything academic for so long now but also brain cells have been sacrificed to the alcohol and drug gods for fun, obviously; for shits and giggles.

Suppose it’s not important.
I’m sure that it will all come back to me in due time. Once my brain gets bathed again in the pool of academics I shall be back to my slightly lazy but always productive when it counts school-going self.

Sort of irrelevant to the main topic though, school.
Main topic of course is that a couple days ago I bought me a house.
It’s pretty far down at the circle on Hwy 46 that leads to Savannah, Hwy 170, Bluffton (unless you’re coming from there) and a gaggle of new housing developments. House I obtained was overpriced at ~$250k but since the economy is like ‘lolno’ they lowered the prices about 100k.
So ~$150k.
And it’s good. I have a Jacuzzi tub. I’m pretty sure I could just sleep in the master bathroom because of that Jacuzzi tub.

But it’s a very nice house. Good for a single resident; 3BR/2BA and one of the bedrooms I’ll use as my office. So I can do important shit there. Like type on my laptop.
Then the other bedroom I may put my current bed in there and purchase a sweet Rooms 2 Go bedroom set for my room. Maybe. It all depends upon if money allows it.
It should allow it. If not at first then at second. Lulz.

Though I certainly am quite excited about this new house; about the fact that I basically own it and it hasn’t completely hit me that before long I’ll be living in it, that my drive home will be to there, not here, my house for nearly eighteen+ years.
So right now it’s almost surreal. A big part of me cannot imagine living in a new environment.
Though I am quite excited. Everything will be brand new. Furniture, big fucking television, everything.

New things, new things.
Next new things:

Me, myself and I.
I think I’ve been trying too hard and in turn killed all of my friends.
Not literally obviously. It’s just a hassle; spending time alone and having no one even consider looking to you to hang out. Naturally I try to contact people who often either blow me off or ask why I don’t enjoy spending time alone.
My response never changes and still won’t change: When you live as I have for the past three years; losing all of your friends and your girlfriend and you spend almost every hour of every day completely alone you get sick of it and quickly.

The sad thing is that once one starts being around people he quickly becomes addicted to company, friendly company anyway. At least I did.

So I think it’s time to change.
Suffer alone, perhaps, for however long it takes but never look to do anything since I’m often disappointed with the responses I get and always turn those people off on hanging out with me.
Obviously hang out at my sexy new house and take a sexy Jacuzzi bath in my sexy bath tub.
Work out at the gym as regularly as I do now to pass the time in a productive way.
Get a fucking job. That’s another problem, I think. Being alone makes me want to be around a person which turns those people off on wanting to be around me.
Which is strange.
Ultimately, become attractive again and not physically.
Find confidence in general because I’ve never had an air of confidence about me which has lost me every girl I’ve ever dated and not only that but friends too.

Awww, so sad, I know.
Haha, who cares anyway?

Relationships one can certainly consider only petty are absolutely nothing in comparison to having death knock upon your door.
Luckily, I've not answered yet.
I think perhaps he's left. Door to door death services.

In closing, I am sososo excited about my new house. Quite excited as well about the beginning of school.

A brief overlook.

So it’s been a while since I’ve updated this.
I haven’t been blogging on schedule and until recently I didn’t understand that people (see also: person) actually gave a shit that I regularly update this blog.
Even if it’s the normal bullshit.

Regardless, I figure if I please no one I may as well please her.
Because there was a time where she meant greatly to me.

So, RECENTLY,

I’ve not done many things. I acquired Rosetta Stone: Latin American Spanish.
$500 down the drain.

I mean it seems that it works. I just need to stick in more effort.
Since my effort isn’t there.
In anything.

And I think that’s a big problem. I have very little (to no) passion in anything. Everything seems just so superficial. I just don’t care.
Ten years from now if I’m in the exact same position as far as education goes I don’t care: as long as I am happily alongside another with a family.
Jobs are irrelevant. I know I’ll make no difference to the world. I’ll never be in a history book. Neither will you, least you have about the same chance as I do.
Be in the right place at the right time is all. Have a position of power at the correct time. I don’t desire a position of power. I desire naught but happiness. Know what I mean? I’ve no purpose in making a difference. I don’t want to. I’ve learned in twenty-one years that people are more occupied with their own drama than to occupy their minds with other issues.

That’s irrelevant though.
Just a rant. Sort of.

I met someone recently.
Sort of.
She’s young, sort of.
But it doesn’t bother me because I think the world of her.
I can only hope our meet in person does us both well; that I can treat her as she likes and not have to put any attempt into it: it just happens. Know what I mean?
That every girl I’d ever dated before this one (provided we date) was just practice so that I could understand how to treat her. Because so far she’s wonderful.

Moving on,
Ross arrives in Bluffton soon enough. I am excited about that as well.
I just want to hang out with him and Casey thinks he’s cool and god knows: they had one hell of a long and confusing MLB conversation more recently that showed they’re bound to be at least decent friends.
One can only hope everything clicks.
That everything returns to being as blissful as I was only months prior (when I was still with Tay Tay).

Since that’s what life is, to a point, isn’t it?
Being happy is the catalyst when it comes to making others the same way?

Personally, I love to make her laugh; Megan.
I feel good that she feels good.
It’s a win/win.

This blog jumped around but I don’t care. It’s my Monday blog and I haven’t written in ages.
This is how I’ve been recently and I’m sure that’s interesting enough.
I know it’s sad; I jump left and right from girl to girl.
I’m enamored with one girl one day and a week later it’s another. One can only hope I’m set with this one. I hate jumping around. It didn’t feel good to lose Tay Tay and when I did I vowed to say fuck it: if all they want is sex then I can deal.

Being a male you’d figure that’s all I’d be looking for anyway, especially at 21.
But it’s not. Far from it. Soon as I finished with the lot of them, dropped them off and never spoke to them again I felt unfulfilled. One night stands feel good but only for that night. You wake the next morning and you expect more than you received.

Not much you can do. Physical satisfaction has been made and that’s what the deal was. There was no pursuit of an actual relationship after with any of them.

Which is exactly why with Megan I will try to treat it differently. I won’t be looking for sex by any means. Not after the first several times we meet. Not until she’s ready. Respect is where it starts.
But nice guys do finish last. I need to not tell myself that but I’ve no desire to be a bad guy,
I’ve no desire to lie; to be an asshole but insist upon being a nice guy regardless.

Though I promise, I’ll figure this one out.
I won’t lose her, not by my own fault.

How do you live?

Of course the title is rhetorical.
Since I'm here to explain changes in my way.
Sort of.
Get some more direction, you see.

Given that my days consists largely of bullshit and if I didn't needlessly waste them behind this thing or behind the PS3 I would get a bit more done.

So, from here on out my Monday/Friday blogs will have more meaning behind them (rather than my waking up Monday morning and writing the first thing that pops into my head) and I'll spend more time with that silly guitar.

That's really all.
I'm getting a house pretty soon.
School is starting pretty soon and god knows I cannot wait for that.

I needs me some new direction!
If I'm not with Casey or anyone else I'm here wasting away so it'd be best to take the wasting away time and make better use of it. Build towards something.


lollers.