I'm still wasting time

It's blog time. Don't even care if it's Tuesday. So I believe one of my more recent blog posts I was bitching about this stupid presentation I have to do? Yeah well I'm still fucking working on it. However I have found that while working on projects, if you take a few short 15 minute breaks to blog it makes it a bit less stressful. So strap in cuz here we go.

I had a fantastic Thanksgiving Break. I conveniently caught pinkeye on Saturday, allowing me to get a false start on my break due to class excuses for Monday. With the family, I was finally allowed to drink (alcoholically) anything I wanted now that I'm in college. Needless to say it's about damn time! Honestly though, I was surprised. I never realized how much my family drinks until I started drinking mimosas with them at 11am.

Now that it's getting colder and colder outside I'm slowly becoming more and more desperate for a paradise island getaway. This is when the posters all over my room of palm trees and Gandhi and shit become comforting. And then I can just crank up the heat in here and put on some reggae and be alright. And when it gets drastically cold, with snow and all that garbage, it'll be time to get rum and throw a bunch into a tropical kick which will melt in my hand. It'll be the Walmart brand of Margaritaville.

In other news, it is officially time to start thinking about Spring Break! Which, of course, is my favorite! We got good shit lined up this time. Tom and I are Spring Breaking it together this years and we have three class-act options lined up for us. Charleston, Conch House in Daytona, or Fort Meyers. Yes, Spring Break planning is a joyous time of year. That may be why Christmas is so cheerful, who knows.

15 minutes is up, time to work more on this project.

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God this thing fucking sucks. Ok, 15 minutes starts NOW.

So I was watching a TV show, I forgot which one, and for whatever reason someone got abandoned or something and the protagonist was like "I'll never forget you...". So I was all nostalgic and saddened by the fact I was no longer on vacation and it for some reason got me thinking about all the things and people I will never see again, yet never forget. These are all things that aren't necessarily immortalized by writing (blogging) or by home videos, but immortalized by the impact it he or she left on you. Food for thought...

Ok I guess I'll get back to work, I'm still wasting time.

I'm pissed.

Fuck this. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck this. Sorry I'm pissed. Ok so I'm pretty goddamned pissed. Like this little blog post I got going on is in between sets of trash I've been working on. So why am I so pissed.

It is Thursday night. Namely it is the Thursday night before Thanksgiving Break. And per floor ocho tradition, everyone gets way too much alcohol on the weekend before T-break. So much that we actually have to try to drink it all before T-break because we don't want our fridges stocked with liquor for a week. So I still have like over a fifth. Just waiting to be pounded. And don't think I haven't been chipping away at this stash of alcohol either, no I've been working on it Monday night, Wednesday night, and all last weekend. And I'm supposed to be drinking it now. But no. I'm not.

Instead, I'm sick. Of course it's my fault that I'm sick. Namely because of poor choices made on Monday, which were extended due to poor choices on Wednesday. Apparently getting shitfaced doesn't boost your immune system very much. So that's me right now, I feel like shit. And all I've wanted to do all day is sleep. But I had to do all my Air Force commitments. So after my Air Force crap was done, all I could think about is crawling into bed and having a good night's rest. But no. I'm not.

Instead, I have a fucking Ignite Presentation to do. Do you know what an Ignite Presentation is? No! Of course you don't. That's because it's the most ridiculous, counterproductive, bullshit method of exhibiting information. In case you don't know what it is, Ignite is where instead of doing the conventional "choose when your slide changes" technique of a briefing or presentation, you only have 20 seconds per slide and it switches slides once that 20 seconds is reached. Regardless of if you need to stop and embellish something, or if you want to make an additional note. No, fuck that this is retarded. Due to the airheads at the board of the UK english department (which doesn't even deserve proper capitalization) I have to do an Ignite Presentation. They act like I'm ever going to do one again in my life. Like in Corporate America they're doing fucking "ignite" presentations to the CFO's.

So that's the reason I'm pissed. The only two fucking things I wanna do right now are replaced with an ignite speech. I'm sorry. But that's trash. Ok brb, I'm gonna do a little bit more work on it so I can go to bed.

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Ok now that I'm kinda getting into this thing it's actually kinda interesting. It's more of an art form than a presentation, which still makes it stupid why we have to make one for a college composition class, but at least it's tolerable to some degree.

So yeah here's something that's been bugging me. At the beginning of this semester, even dating back to the conclusion of high school, I made an unwritten set of rules for myself for success. I never did write them down, I actually had kinda planned to make a poster or some shit out of them in order to keep me focused, but I never did. From what I can remember the rules went something like this:

1. Only party on Friday's and Saturdays.
2. Never drink in the dorm room.
3. Never skip class, no excuses.

Yeah like I said I don't remember all of them. But those were three of them. Needless to say I break two thirds of those rules at least once a week. Fortunately I don't make it a habit of skipping class, but there are indeed excuses now. So the whole point of that list of rules was to make sure my GPA was sky high. So here's the interesting part. My GPA is deans list, and I kinda party all the time. That's not right. Everyone else who parties all the time has shit grades. Not me. I have an involved social life and I still ace shit like chemistry. It's almost not fair. What gives me the uncanny ability to succeed at everything I do WHILE never missing a moment of fun? Furthermore, I have even more crap on my horizon than everybody else. While partying, while keeping good grades, I'm also possibly going to Kenya? Or China? Or Uzbekistan? If you add up every aspect of my dense life and lifestyle, it's like infinity compared to everyone else who has just as much (or less) fun than I do. Is that because life's not fair, and I got the good side? Or is it because I actually work so much harder than everyone else but just don't realize it. If it's the latter, then I really am better than a lot of people. Self-Actualization makes a person pretty damn invincible.

Well I'm gonna work a little bit more on this project. Writing that last section kinda made me stop bitching. While I'm working, please entertain yourself with these inspirational videos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6s75D6WIDug; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvtxOzO6OAE&feature=related;

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And I’m back. Yeah I totally half assed that. I was kind of getting into it in the middle there. But then it got to a point where I just did not give a fuck big enough to continue.

So the other night, while slightly intoxicated, I had a nice thought. Before I continue, you need to understand my comparison of Kirwan Tower to a ship. Hear me out. The bathrooms are small and cramped; so much so to the point where you have to do that move where you squish yourself together to maneuver sometimes. And the rooms are small. Storage becomes an art; everything has a place where it is out of the way. Where else are there such cramped conditions? A ship.

The elevators in Kirwan Tower are a fantastic tool to a single guy. I’m not even single and I still enjoy simply meeting the abundant amounts of people my age, girls included. At least once a day, I step into an elevator literally filled with girls. Zero guys, just like six or seven girls. And as often as I can, I make some comment just out of nowhere that makes everyone laugh. So where else do you have elevators chocked full with attractive teenage girls? A cruise ship.

Still not convinced Kirwan Tower is actually a nautical vessel? Well strap in for this stunning similarity! Of course while living here, I possess the ability to come and go as I please, whenever. However upon having guests checked into The Ocho, this changes. Once you check someone in, you have to check them out. Which is a pain in the ass. So it creates the illusion that you can’t come and go. When you’re with your buddies in Kirwan Tower, just relax there for a while. Where else is it difficult to come and go? A ship.

So this brings me back to the thought I had that night. Yeah, I was drinking, which probably helped bring this up. There was also a storm set to hit that night. There’s something amazing about being drunk during a storm. It’s like the receptors in your brain are tricked out of sensing any danger and all you feel is comfort by the loud noises and lights.

But GAMECHANGER there’s another great place to be while drunk. And as you probably could’ve guessed that place is a ship! The beauty of the ocean, the majestic wind, the gentle sways; all blurred by the partying you’ve been doing ON THE SHIP!

Which leads me to the culmination of this whole damn thing. What if, and this is a stretch, you were drunk on a boat in a thunderstorm. I just imagine that to be the most fun conditions in which to throw down. That party would be off the hook. Thunderstorming outside, raining tequila inside. Hell yeah. Fucking right.

Recently I've been striving for the best dorm room possible. Jamal and I actually already have the best dorm room on the floor; with two TV's, Xbox, PS3, and a bopping sound system, we really have outdone ourselves. It's typically the "go-to" room when the floor is in the mood to party. Both videogames go on, as does the music. However, there is something that would actually remove our room from Kirwan Tower because it's physically just too awesome. It's two words that would revolutionize my Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. Dance floor. I'll say it again. Dance floor. And it wouldn't be hard at all. Let me explain. 

In my hefty amounts of parties I've attended, I've been observing ways to produce similar upshots. One thing I've noticed is there are a few things necessary for a kick-ass dance floor to break out. Obviously you need an even ratio of drunk girls to drunk guys. Next you need music, like music specifically made to make people dance. Finally, you need what appears to be the final reagent. A light show. Like all the lights off, except some party lights that move and make everyone look 15 times sexier.

So guess what I'm gonna buy.

http://www.amazon.com/Instapark%C2%AE-Green-Laser-Stage-Lighting/dp/B0046R5NMS/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1321591353&sr=8-5

I'm gonna buy that. And it's gonna be STUPID-ILL. Coming soon...

Anyway I'm going to bed. Thanksgiving break coming up. Something to look forward to. Until next time...

Focus Shift

What's up everyone. It's Thursday night again. Chem test went smoothly. Hoping for the best. Now my focus takes a dramatic shift from work to play, as it always does around this time.

Prior attempts at acquiring the sacred substance locally known as "alcohol" have proven unsuccessful. There is $15.00 in my pocket waiting to be sacrificed for the greater good of the situation, due to the unfortunate fact that  I haven't had the opportunity to swap it for liquid gold. This is a great hindrance to the complete aspect of leisure which tonight holds for me.

In common words: This is garbage. I studied my ass off for that exam, did all my work, and now I wanna get shitfaced. The convenient thing is, I'm in college living on what's known locally as "the party floor". Thus, I'll probably be set by the end of the night.

I apologize for the short post tonight. I guess you could say I'm just not feeling like bogging tonight. I apologize for everyone I let down. I'm off to play Xbox, until next time...

Sailors Take Warning

What's up gang. I wanted to talk to you tonight about the balance of fun and pain. The thesis of tonight's discussion will be the well known statistic that for any fun, you must have pain. And as you read through this blog post I want you to be on the lookout for subliminal messaging. If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't. If you ask me, I won't tell you. So with that let's get started.

Everyone seems to say pretty much constantly that in order to have any sort of positive affliction, you must balance it with a similar negative affliction. This even goes back to physics, of which I'm a man of; we all know that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. If I push you, you push back. If I jump up, I fall down. If I get drunk, I get hungover. This is simply the dynamic of the universe at work. It can be called cause and effect, it can be called karma, it can be called Newton's third law of motion; regardless it's inherently true in all aspects of everything.

My focus however is the aspect of life, which is a trending topic of my more thought-provoking blog posts. I chose my words wisely in my thesis: Fun & Pain. Both terms are shortened and simplified from the deeper words: Pleasure & Misery. They're easy to define--little need for explanation. Pleasure is the counterclockwise motion in which our heads spin when we're delightfully happy over anything; regardless of it's insignificance, stupidity, or consequences. Misery is the clockwise motion in which our guts twist and yaw as we stress and emote whilst struggling and suffocated for more and more relieving pleasure.

There are two ways to approach the equation. Think of misery and pleasure to be two ticks on a number line. Misery is at -1 and pleasure is at 1. According to the universal and seemingly true rules of karma, you will always average with as much misery as pleasure, resulting in a numerical value on my rhetorical number line of 0. So you can approach 0 from either the left or right; or in literal terms you could have pleasure before misery, or misery before pleasure. Even a third possibility could be introduced, alternating misery and pleasure to maintain your sanity throughout your whole life.

If you don't follow, examples are everywhere. Short term examples are incredibly basic, study before partying? Or party then study hungover the next day? Well you're going to study and party either way, and experience both miserable rote memorization and exciting nightlife. The wisdom comes in the order. Zoom out. Drugs, drinking, and sex; consistent pleasure for 5 years from age 15-20. Only brought to a conclusion by an arrest, pregnancy, substance abuse, etc. And what will follow is misery, every time. In contrast, hard work throughout high school and college would easily result in years of pleasurable income and significance.

I've been living by the rules this postulate for months now. Painful studying followed by fun fun fun nights with my friends. Typically the pleasure of post-studying nightlife outweighs the misery of studying for hours prior, and naturally the leftovers accumulate in whatever form I deserve; hangovers, guilt, nostalgia, and sometimes fleeting depression.

But there are flaws in this theory. How does this apply to happy, lengthy, loving relationships? Think back to that one elderly couple that we all know, the ones who've been together since the 1920's and are STILL basking in the pleasure. My only conclusion is that they actually die before they can feel the misery that's been building up from a lifetime of straight pleasure. But that would mean that if a couple separates before death then they are delivered the anguish to balance the empirical equation of their life. And that scares me.

Red sky at night, sailor's delight; Red in the morning; sailors take warning. All I see red, I just hope my sun is setting. And hopefully when the night is over, the sun will pop back up above the wavy horizon and the sky will be blue. And if that happens you'll see me in Hawaii enjoying the beautiful day.

Quick blog I've decided. It's Wednesday night. Approx 9:08pm EDT. And uh I'm bout to drink.

This is what college is. Wake up. Go to class. Feel like you're gonna die but take notes anyway. Go to the dorm. Do hours upon hours of homework. So much homework you don't even wanna talk about it. Which I don't. Then. Nvm brb