Archive for November, 2011

November 30, 2011

Time is Relevant

What the HECK!! Where did my break go?! I could have swore that I was just leaving for home yesterday. But NO, I’m back in this refrigerator of a home, doing everything I can to avoid going upstairs. I’m hearing a parrot or something equally annoying and the last time I checked, we didn’t have one of those. I try to avoid being home most of the time because I have truly eccentric roommates. But that’s a long story.

Have you ever had a song, that when you were down in the dumps, just lifted you into a better place? Well, that video up above is the song that have been keeping my heart beating lately. It’s not really an uplifting kind of tune, but an amazing song nonetheless. For me, all of my favorite songs are associated with some sort of memory that I have. Listening to them takes me back to days when the most stressful thing I had to worry about was which color Flintstones vitamin I wanted before my parents walked me over to school. Haha maybe not that far back. But definitely the days when our family lived together as a family.

I have never experienced this before, but I’ve had a really serious bout of depressive thoughts. Nothing way serious, maybe it was the weather, or leaving the comfort of home again, or just losing a lot of friends to the multiple paths that life has to offer. Waking up when it’s dark and going home when it’s also dark doesn’t really help either. This mood only lasted for a day or so, but to me it seemed like an eternity. It was kind of scary actually.

It made me think about time and why when things go wrong, even if it may be just for an instant, it seems like nothing will ever be right again. I remember once I made my dad so angry because he was teaching me how to grill. But I didn’t want to (being just 11 er whatever at the time) so I just threw the whole 5lb block of hamburger beef into the grill, under the rack thing into the ashes. Wow, I might as well have stepped on a land mine while holding two grenades in a village where the locals stone people for being sarcastic. I was in so much trouble since I practically threw away our dinner and it seemed like I was grounded forever. But it was only for like 2 days.

But when things are great, it’s almost as if they’ve never happened in the first place. I have to keep going through the situation in my mind in a sort of instant replay mode so that I can remember and cherish that memory. For example, once I was with a girl that I really liked. We hung out for a good amount of time; I couldn’t believe how great everything was going. But whatever, it was good. Never got to see her again though. But that’s all I have left, just a memory of a time where nothing mattered. I still have the scars from that whole grilling incident though, god that’ll be a constant reminder haha.

But anyways, I guess I’m deviating here again. The point is that when you’re just loving life, remember those memories because when it starts to get dark again, you’ll have something to look back to and lift you up out of that drudge. And to finish off with a quote from one of my favorite authors

““Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss

(Oh, ps I don’t cry by the way. Something just usually flies into my eye at the most inopportune times :P )

November 21, 2011

Home is where…the food is.

So it’s been a few days into Thanksgiving break already, and I couldn’t be any more happy to be back home. Not only because of the abundance of food…but also because I’m home with the family. Actually, come to think of it, I’m really lucky that I even made it back home on the drive down. I’m pretty sure the entire town was leaving the exact same day and what should have been a three hour drive turned into a 5 hour endurance test of patience.

People were just rushing to get back home, and I understand that. But you don’t have to put others at risk in the process. I passed 8 accidents on the way home and it wasn’t even in bad weather…It seemed like everybody was ok though, just a lot of rear-enders and fenderbenders. The accidents really backed up the traffic which is what took the extra time. But needless to say, I made it.

I left school to come down for home that friday which also happened to be my mom’s birthday. Just being able to make it back home for that and seeing her smile totally erased all of the memories of that horrendous nightmare of a drive. I wasn’t able to get anything for her before coming down…but she said that me making it home safely was enough of a birthday present for her. That just made me feel even more guilty. But I will find something to make up for it…

Anyways, besides that, I really don’t have anything much to write about. Oh yea, our kitchen is stockpiled with food for Thanksgiving. That and I am over a hundred miles away from my roommates. I am so grateful…so…so grateful.

November 12, 2011


This is it then. One more week until the start of Thanksgiving Break. I can’t wait to go home. As I sit here trying to come up with something to write about, the only thing that comes to mind is sitting at home eating never ending mounds of mashed potatoes, stuffing, and of course…turkey. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love it up here, going to school and being with friends. I don’t like the ‘being hungry as a homeless man’ part of being a college student but oh well, I’m still alive right? However, one thing that does weird me out at times are my roommates. I guess one lesson that I’ve learned so far is that if you want to learn more about somebody…try living with them.

So if you’re thinking ‘aw, well they can’t be that bad’…well think again. Alright for example, November for most people gets pretty cold right? And I know that most people lower the heat in the house as to save energy, I know because my parents do it too. But I didn’t think it meant that the temperature in our house had to equal that of the inside of the freezer. I mean it would probably be warmer if you just opened up all of the windows in the house, while is was blizzarding outside. Yea, don’t forget the front door too. I mean, luckily my parents gave me a little space heater earlier in the year and it has been my best friend since. I heard body heat works exceptionally well too, but I haven’t found anyone else to share it with ;)

Oh god that last line was lame…

Ok, ok, so maybe having low temperatures in your house isn’t too far off. But what about this one. So when you enter our front door, you enter a mid level platform thing. Basically from here you can either go upstairs or downstairs. Now looking upstairs from the front door will take your gaze right to the kitchen. And every morning after my first class I go home for a bit since I don’t have class until later. And every morning I am met with the creepiest gaze from my creepiest roommate. R as he shall be known. R will just stand there in the kitchen, usually with mug in hand (usually filled with yogurt) arms crossed and will always be staring at me as I untie my shoes…I feel so awkward everytime.

Oh, here’s another one. So last night (11/11/11) I was minding my own business in my room…well actually I just got up from a nap since I was exhausted throughout the day. Plus I thought I had lost my wallet…but long story short I took a nap to try and take some stress off of myself. Anyways, I went to the bathroom which is just right next to my room. Now even as I was sleeping I heard some odd noises, but I just played it off as the wind outside. But in the bathroom it was much clearer. From the sound of it, it was just my other roommate cursing at his physics homework. I mean its all good, we all get mad at homework, especially physics. But just from what I heard, I felt as if an old man…or a witch or something with a high nasally voice was in our house. It was so weird…I almost wanted to go check in his room to see if he was alright, but I decided against it. This was the same roommate that I came home one day and walked in on in the bathroom because the lights were off and the door was halfway open. Awkward…I can’t even look him straight in the face anymore without nearly laughing to death on the inside. I mean come on, close the door! I really didn’t need to see the excruciating pain on his face as he was trying to release a megabomb #2.

Oh my gosh, these are just some of the things that I have to deal with on a day to day basis…and will be something that I will not be missing as I head home to my family, food, and a nice warm bed even if it may be just for a week. So I say to you, keep up that final push towards break. Because I know I will…it just can’t get here soon enough for me.


November 5, 2011


Lately I’ve been having these really vivid dreams. Actually, I wouldn’t even call them dreams but more so nightmares. I usually don’t have dreams, nevertheless the really clear ones, unless I’m super tired. And after that Scuba class on Thursday (our first open water class) I was wiped out.

Anyways, my first dream consisted of one of my best friends giving me a haircut. Since they were my friend I didn’t give a second thought about it, since I trusted them so much. However as the haircutting began so did my horror. My friend cut one swath through my hair and somehow in the process cut through half of my eyebrow. Now I know that when you’re describing a dream it sounds idiotic and the more you think about it, the more unbelievable it sounds. I felt so embarrassed, because there was no way that I would be going to school like this. I would rather take a calc final while being fed broccoli dipped in sour cream by angry midgets than to allow that crushing blow to my image. Anyways I woke up not too long after to my utter relief.

Night 2, consisted of an even more horrifying experience. The whole dream consisted of me sprinting for my life and playing the occasional hide and seek with a mob of zombies. This mostly consisted of me climbing and jumping over countless walls. There only seemed to be 50% gravity and I had an additional 50% increase to speed. I noticed that when I was passing cars as I ran. Hey, it may sound ridiculous now, but it all made sense while I was entrapped in that horrible nightmare. There was one part where I was sure that I would die. I was trapped in some random alleyway in the middle of the forest and the zombies were right behind me. There just happened to be a palm tree just in the corner so instinctively I hid behind it. Now a palm tree has enough mass to hide maybe a lamppost. But being completely mindless, the zombies just walked right past me through the wall at the end of the alley…Being as completely brainless as they were I probably could’ve stood in front of them and they would not have noticed. But I’m not trying that, not in a million years. The end of that dream consisted of me waking up to a glorious sunrise in a feather down bed. I woke up and walked out of my little shack to a magnificent green pasture that was nestled in the valley of two majestic mountains. That’s when I heard them, their shrieks…and it suddenly was dark again.

I really woke up at that moment, and I have never been so glad to wake up from a deep sleep. I was in a cold sweat, breathing hard, and pretty much crying like a baby…you would’ve thought that I had just been assigned physics homework from those conditions. Never have I been so glad to wake up to my neon Bruce Lee poster on the other side of my room. Not that I’m not glad on normal days, but even more so today. Because with Bruce the zombies have no chance.

So the moral of the story is: “A fight is not won by one punch or kick. Either learn to endure or hire a bodyguard” – B. Lee

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