College Move In/New roommate

So, I know that I haven't blogged in quite some time, but I am back! First things first, I am now in a dorm, as you have probably already gathered from the title. I got my room assignment around 11 this morning and go fucking figure, I am on the third damn floor. Not a big issue for those who don't bring a lot of stuff with them, but I had a shitton of gear. Carrying all of it up 3 flights of stairs was not exactly fun. Yes stairs. We don't have elevators. Fuuuuuuuuuu. After I had finished setting up my room, I derped around waiting for my roommate to show up. And show up he did. He is, how do I put this nicely?? Weird. Like, take the standard definition of weird and multiply it by one-thousand. That weird. I mean, for God's sake, he wears a Starfox 64 ear and tail set around as if it is fucking awesome. I understand, to each their own. But, this is fucking way over the line. I do not want him coming up to me when I'm outside. That would just ruin my day. Honestly, it would. He and I got to talking and I learned that he is "Nocturnal". Confused?? So was I. When I inquired as to what he meant by this, he responded, "I stay up till around 2-3 in the morning talking to someone, but not really talking." WTF DO YOU MEAN BY TALKING, BUT NOT REALLY TALKING??!! This shit is beyond weird. I am going to do my best, make light of all of this, and just enjoy silently laughing at his antics. This is going to be a long fucking semester.....

Love: What is it?

Love. A four letter word that can make a world of difference. Is it fair to place so much weight, trust, pressure, and pleasure? I think I know what love is, but when I "feel" it, nothing seems to work in my favour. So, the big question: What is Love? Is it an emotion? Is it a gut feeling? Is it a connection two people have? There is so much that we leave up to chance. So much we place in the care of a being unknown. I'm really ranting about this because there is a girl I love. When I say love, I mean it. She means the world to me. I would give anything for her. I want to be with her til the day I die. But love doesn't seem to work when just one person in the equation feels it. So, again: What is Love? When you figure it out, please let me know.

Bad Day.... It Finally Came

Okay, so today was just a shitfuck of a day. I should have known from the moment I started eating my breakfast. No, before you wonder if something I ate made me sick, it wasn't. It was something a friend of mine said. Nonchalantly, he asked if it sucked not having (my now recent ex) around. I replied, "Yes. It sucks. A lot." She and I split up earlier this week, and seeing as I like to keep personal life and public life very separate, he was unaware of this. (Also, she has been in Canada for the past two weeks.) He just laughed and then noticed that my eyes had started to water up and asked what was wrong. I told him and he apologized. For what? Not knowing about my private life?? It wasn't his fault that he just asked the wrong question at the wrong time. I told him it was no bigs and left it at that. After breakfast, I headed to church. Usually, no big deal either, but today I had a lot to do. I had to move out, for the second time this week, had to go test drive a Land Rover discovery, and had plans to play paintball. Crazy amount of shit for one day. Anyway, I got to church and realised that by the time it let out, I would only have 15 minutes to get to the dealership. Well, the dealership is 30 minutes away. Needless to say, I skipped church to take care of personal business. Probably not my best plan of action. Instead of church, where did I go?? Well, to my favourite escape, the Air Force Base. Again, nothing unusual, except for the endless road construction that prevented me going to my running area.. Wtf?? I drove all the way down there to exercise and now I can't?! Who the hell thought that was a great fucking idea?? Anyway, I left the base (through a gate that, what else, was under fucking construction) using a route normally opened only for prominent government figures. Yea. Fucking detour. I got to the dealer to test drive the Discovery I am wanting to buy and guess what else?? The alternator is dead. Omg.. seriously?! So, I talk to the owner and agree on a cheaper, lower end model that is working... Now that I have sorted that all out, I start heading to go pick up my friend to paintball and end up realising I have a bill due today and I was supposed to be helping move 2 hours ago. My friend and I went paintball regardless. And by that, I mean got to the location and started to put our gear together. Unfortunately, my tank is broken and both of his guns are as well. Quickly after this happens, we start heading back to my second house and get run off the road by some twat in his black Mustang. I headed for the nearest flat area beside the road, and what do you know?? My truck sinks.... So, after making a few phone calls, I get someone to come pull me out, an hour later. My friend has missed his night service, I am now 4 hours behind and have a cut frame. Yes, pulling my truck out almost cut an entire beam in two. Upon spending $6 and 18 minutes washing the filthy mud off it, I head to my second house to pack. Everything goes smoothly until I broke the glass inlay on my favourite nightstand. FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! No mercy from mother nature and Karma. But, its out of the way, so I have another week or so of pleasant, but knock on wood and cross your fingers. Shit might be about to hit the fan hardcore.

My Addictions...

Yes, this is going to be a blog just about myself. Sorry if that sounds completely uninteresting, but I need to get something off my chest and mind. Today at work, I lit up a cig (which is nothing unusual, because I do at least 3 times a day at work. I work for a construction company) and my Boss paused on his tractor for a moment. By the way he was looking at me, I knew something was on his mind. Out of nowhere, he asks "For someone who works out, runs, and is quite concerned about his body, why do you smoke??" This my friends is a good question. See, I could have easily used one of many scapegoats. Nicotine addiction, today's culture, stress, just to name a few. But, being as I hadn't quite thought it out, I merely said, "I don't know, really." Having had time to think about it for a few hours now, I believe I found out why I do. Now, some of those who read this will not understand my reasoning, or won't understand what I'm talking about. And that's fine, because this is just me getting something off my chest. So, again, please bear with me. For me, smoking isn't about a culture thing. It really doesn't make you look "cool". Lol. It's not about a nicotine addiction. I can go a day or two without them. As for stress, it isn't really that either. I'm hardly ever stressed and even if I was, only I can deal with it. No, I'm hooked on smoking because I enjoy it. I love the feel of the smoke rolling in my mouth, the way it feels as it is inhaled. The subtle heat coming off the cherry and that hint of crisp tobacco leaf. It's all just so pleasurable that I can't think of anything that could substitute those feelings. Yes, I could buy an electronic cig, but that's just pointless. There is no nicotine high from an electronic cig. I'll stick to my cancer stick and enjoy every puff of awesome. Back to the earlier topic of exercise, I do take care about my body. Ironic right?? Lol. I weightlift, run, and swim. It's just who I am. Smoking doesn't change that.

The Debt Crisis....

Hey! Back again! While moving to a new house today, I decided to station surf on my radio. I came across the Fox News Network (which, for those of you who don't already know, is way too conservative). Today's big topic was "The Debt Crisis". I openly acknowledge and recognise the issue is in a dire situation and needs to be remedied ASAP. But what the ever Right-Winged Fox News denies is that the problem lies with Congress. "Nonono!" they say. "It is the President's problem!" Okay, first off jackasses, Obama had the best intentions when he took office. His plans for this nation were what we needed. They weren't Socialist ideals (case in point, look at Social Security and Medicare. Those are Marxist ideals imbedded in our everyday lives). His ambitions were to make those sustainable for our country so that my generation and later generations may be able to utilise them. The problem is the selfish, uncompromising, cock sucking bastards we elected to represent us in our Nation's capital. Yea, the ones who said they had the people's interests at heart?? The ones, who once they took office instead put their ambitions and greed in main focus. Yea. Them. Now, I'm not preaching anarchy. I'm preaching we do something about all this bull shit happening on Capital Hill. It's not just the debt, its everything. I'm sorry, but this whole system is so Damn corrupt that our country has gone to the Dogs. By the "Dogs", I am referring to the Chinese. No offence China. Lol. But seriously. Raising the debt ceiling isn't the solution. It might be a temporary solution, but the only permanent solution is to cut spending. But not on essential things such as Military, Healthcare, and Social Security. How about we cut the Congressman and Woman's pay?? Food for thought.

First Topic: Religious Extremists (And not Islamic, Christians)

Okay, so first blog EVER. Let's see how this goes.

The biggest thing on my mind atm, thanks to my friend Sam, are people who think they are the BEST CHRISTIANS EVER! Hey genius, I'm a Christian too, but let's not get carried away here. Alright? Allow me to explain myself. I live in the Bible Belt. For those of you who don't know, it's also known as the Deep South. No, not Louisiana (I would rather shoot myself than live there), a wee-bit farther North than that. Now, I like to think of myself as a pretty reasonable person, but when a little mug walks up to me and TELLS ME that I am going to Hell, he/she has a pretty quick decision to make. 1) Stand here and get pummeled, or 2) (which I would rather enjoy) Stand here and be verbally destroyed with my thoughts and other things that are not quite appropriate for little ears. This all depends on my mood, mind you. For the sake of reader entertainment, I will continue with the second option.

Now, first off, this individual is obviously human. And as we all know, humans aren't F'n perfect. That goes for you too, SBC (Southern Baptist Church) Bible Thumpers. Oh? Shocked? Having stated that, as far as I know, no one is within their rights to judge someone and tell them that they're living their life wrong. Yes, you may offer some constructive criticism on how they might improve themselves, but when you go as far as to tell a person that they are going to HELL, you have crossed a line. God is the only being with the ability to make that call. Sorry Bible Thumpers. Actually, I'm not.

Secondly, if someone is not pure and untainted by sin, I really want to meet them. I mean, shit, they must be like the second coming of Jesus. Fortunately, I have yet to hear/meet that person yet, so I don't think anyone is within their rights to judge. Yes, I know, we all  forget that from time to time. That still doesn't make it right. We are all in the same boat here. Living our lives the way that keeps our heads above water. Yet, some still find it okay to tell us that Homosexuals need to be alienated and that the people we hang out with are evil. I have to say, I'm not gay, but I find that f'n offensive. Homosexuals are human beings as well. Do they not deserve the same treatment as Heterosexuals?? That's some pretty messed up shit if you think they don't. Also, if you don't agree with my lifestyle (smoking, going to Raves, etc.), I understand. And you are more than welcome to state your opinion. I won't give a damn what you think, but you can tell me how you feel. BUT DON'T FRIGGIN TELL ME THAT I'M GOING TO HELL!!!! Ugh!

Bringing this completely disorganised rant to a close, I'd like to leave you with some wise words. Tupac released a song called "Only God Can Judge Me." I think he hit the nail on the head, both with the title and the lyrics. He knew he was living the wrong life, but he didn't need anyone else to tell him that.