This is another post about looking back into the past to look forward into the future. However, it is a little different. Living in the past means you cannot move forward into the future. Taking sneak peaks back there can relive the euphoria, but if it does not reflect or rekindle, it is meaningless. If the times we are living in are full of negativity, then it is necessary to keep these moments in mind. Looking to the past can create a blindness for the current and the future. Looking into the future based on current events is basically just as important as looking into the past. Will these events I am turning a blind eye to happen again? I shrugged them off once, will I be trampled over the next time and let it happen? Yet, it is not all negative. We can learn.

All throughout my posts there has been a message of learning from the past, present, and future. fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. If you are content, stay in that place. If you can reach for improvement, reach for it. my posts have given these messages. It is just hard to reach when your arm is tired and it is going to hurt. Sometimes it comes with consequences. Knowledge is not free, it is a good that is acquired through work and sweat. When the odds were in your favor, and the next day someone stacks weights against you, it is hard to fully know which is lighter.

Patience is a virtue, but wading could be suicide.

A little note

Let me tell you a little story relating to my blog-

The little link has been up on my toolbar that links me to this blog. Sometimes I click it and look back at my old posts. I randomly started reading one of my old posts, and at the end of the post I left a little 'ps' paragraph that almost made no sense to anyone reading it.. except me. It was a little secret note that I left to myself in case someday I had forgotten something that seemed important to me. The part that blew my mind was that I had forgotten it, and this DID remind me. I stared at nothing for a second, how the hell did I forget what was enticing and surrounding my head at the time? Something that was starting to lose its euphoria had instantly been re-sparked and kindled and became a flame again.

That little note is what inspired me to come back to my blog and write another post. I want to look back at this post sometime and realize, wow, flames can be rekindled, bridges can be rebuilt.

I love this blog, and it is written for no one except myself. Its my thoughts, emotions, rationals, and justifications written in cyberspace.

Slumberparties

Oh yes, I know there is a party going on, yet I am not invited. I am sure you understand my problem with getting invited to this all girl slumberparty, the fact that I am a boy. Even though my masculinity can bring me far, it is not enough to bring me into the unknown cavern that is a girl's sleepover. I have seen the movies, I know what goes on in these. These girls, do things that are unspeakable. I know, I've seen the movies! Oh yeah, the intense pillow fights in their nightgowns. What slumber party have you seen in a movie that did NOT involve a pillow fight? None.

I wonder if any girls have ever been injured in a pillow fight? I can't imagine a worse way to get a battle wound. Imagine someone asking you, "How did you get that scar on your forehead?" "Well, You see, I was in intense pillow fight warfare, and well, things got crazy." I hope that these girls that are whaling on each other have some sort of mercy when they beat the crap out of each other. As soft as a pillow is, something that is moving at the high speed velocity of the weapon that is a pillow is still gonna hurt!

I can just imagine the dirty things that these girls do. Oh you know, all girl slumber party pg 13 rated kinds of stuff. I am 100 % absolutely sure that these supposively 'innocent' girls talk about one thing and one thing only... boys. What else is on a teenage girls mind? Lots of boys. They talk about hot boys, short boys, tall boys, skinny boys, fat boys, and more boys. They probably talk about who looks the best without a shirt on. I wonder.. if any girls have wondered what I look like without my shirt on? Probably.

When girls have these sleep overs, I think they need to entertain themselves. They do this with truth-or-dare. In this game there are two options: truth, or dare. I am sure that their truths are super lame, like which guy has the cutest butt or when was the first time you kissed a boy. That section of the game is pretty dull as an onlooking boy. Yet, the game gets really exciting when the dares come out. I can only imagine the kinds of dirty deeds these girls do when theyre only surrounded by other girls. When the girls choose the impulsive decision of dare, oh they better be ready for some crazy stuff.

I got pulled over

They say, "Don't drive in the fast lane if you are going to go the speed limit" However, they forgot to say "ONLY DO THIS IF YOU REALIZE YOU ARE CAPABLE OF GETTING PULLED OVER!" Guess what happened to me. Yeah, for the second time in my life I got pulled over for speeding by a copper. The first time was for 11 over, and the nice officer let me off with a verbal warning (love). But this time it was a little different.

I will start by saying that the route I was on was an off route because of road work. And on a little more pathetic side, my friends mom had told me not to speed on that road because cops had been pulling pissed off people over that had been speeding through that area. I fit the description- pissed off person speeding. When I looked in my rear view I saw the lights and thought "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Unlucky for me, this was another high school's prom night, and apparently alcohol is consumed primarily on prom night. Oh yeah, did I mention this was an hour passed my driving curfew? 1:15 in the morning, ha. The officer made me get out of the car. Holy crap. It is actually sort of cool hearing a cop say to you, "I'm going to need you to step out of the car." Just like in the movies. But I was a little too star struck, because he asked me if it was ok if he patted me down. What do I say to that? No? So I asked if I needed to put my hands on my car and he kinda looked at me funny. Note to self: patting down doesn't need to have hands on the car. After feeling me up, he told me that he was only letting me off with a warning, 40 in a 30. I basically thanked jesus at that moment. 10 over an hour past curfew, and I got a warning.

So, I don't think I deserved the warning. I deserved a speeding ticket to be honest. I am not sure if my license would have been revoked, but I guess I am thankful for a cop with a generous heart. Let's be honest here, I am probably going to speed again sometime soon. It is hard to not do that. Maybe this lesson will teach me every time I look at my speedometer, and then it will resulting with me tapping the breaks. I guess I am glad that some people break the stereotypes- a cop that let me off easy. I appreciate it officer.


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ADDICTION: Mountain Dew

I have been trying and trying and trying to quit drinking mountain dew. I have many reasons why I am trying to quit this addiction. Yes, it is actually an addiction of mine. I didn't used to think it was an addiction, however, I attempted to quit cold turkey-style. 'Going cold turkey' is just totally 100% stopping. Mainly, it means no gradual decline of habit use. To be completely honest, it isn't working that well.

I first realized I was addicted to this soda pop drink not too long ago. I used to pour the stuff down my throat without thinking anything. And I first decided to quit when I starting being a little bit healthier. I substituted it for propel, which actually worked a little because I think it was the artificial sugars that I was addicted to. And actually I didn't drink any pop at all for like a month. Yet, I decided to relapse a little bit and drink one, and then one more didn't hurt, and then one more didn't hurt, and then I think you get the point. I relapsed.... on mountain dew. how pathetic is that? Every sense then, I have been attempting to quit drinking it again. And as sadly as this sounds, the longest I have gone is 2 and a half days.

So about quitting, I think the hardest way to go about doing it is cold turkey, and damnit I don't even think it's effective. It just makes me want it more and more. I think a gradual decline is a better tactic. But however, I think forcing a quit of a habit doesn't work very well ever, I think the way to go is by finding some sort of motivation for quitting, like when I stopped drinking all those calories it made me lose weight (true story by the way!). So, I think the way to better yourself from your nasty dirty habits is finding those little small motivations that will keep you moving in the right and just direction. Whether it be a competition, or if it is to get buffer faster, motivation is key, not force.


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awkward

So from being in many awkward situations, I learn how to avoid awkward situations. Awkward silences are the worst. There is nothing at all that I dread more when speaking to someone. When I say something expecting a response yet no response is given, how awkward! So i learned several ways and techniques to avoid awkward situations.

First, you gotta think before speaking. You need to know which stories are funny, and which make you look like a freak. That is what it comes down to, how your stories make you look. For example, if I give a story about how my friends and I were in a closet at a friends house when her mom came home, that's a pretty damn funny story. HOWEVER- don't ever tell the story of when the dentist found some food stuck in your teeth and asked how long it had been there. You have no idea, I even wondered how it got there!! No, this was a bad story. The wide eyed stairs you receive from a story like this means that it is awkward, sorry. So you need to think before telling a story, does it make you look worse off? Think about your audience and purpose. Is your audience going to think this is funny? Or are they the ones to give you the wtf-look? And your purpose, is it to merely inform a story? Or is it actually to be funny? Because usually the bad stories are the ones with no real purpose!

Yet, like I said, the way to learn is to be put in the awkward situations. It happens to the best of us, but due to my mass amounts of experience, I know how to get out of a situation when put in it! To be honest, just keep talking. But not about the 'awkward' situation, you need to in a subtle manner change the subject. Explain how the story you WERE giving leads to THIS story! THIS story is good! Boring is not awkward, yet boring is a situation you'd rather be in!

Practice makes perfect. Practice avoids awkwardness! Talk talk talk talk! However, don't talk TOO much, because then you're annoying! Another tip- sometimes moments arn't usually awkward until you say it's awkward. the power is in your hands!!!


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I'm a guy. No, seriously.

Yeah, the title explains it. I am a guy. I was in a heated debate with a friend, if it was easier being a dude or a dudeette. Actually, it wasn't a debate really, she was saying it was easier to be a guy and I pretty much agreed.

REASONS WHY IT IS GREAT TO BE A GUY:

1. I get to scratch my butt in public. Apparently women actually don't allow themselves to do this, and honestly I have never even thought anything of it. I scratch my butt in the middle of the hall ways, however, I avoid intense scratching of volume or depth, as that passes the line into creepy.

2. Every morning when I look in the mirror, I think, "Damn, I'm one sexy hunk." I could care less what other people think of me, the more girth a man has, the more volume and density, which is almost practically related to muscle. If I flex my guns and something is there, then holy crap, I've been working out too much and might need to slow down.

3. I love my hair. The more simple hair gets on a guy, the more girls like it. It is a little known fact that I am sharing with the world. You don't see girls chasing dudes with dreadlocks, but ones with shaved heads. I don't gotta spend an hour every morning seducing a straightener, I just make sure it isn't bedhead and I am good to go.

4. I get to avoid tampons. Tampons scare me.

5. Whenever I am wearing nice professional attire clothes, I get to do something crazy. And when I say crazy, I mean crazy. By the end of the night, I go from business to party simply by removing my tie and putting around the forehead like a headband. Oh yeah, party on dudes.

lumberjacks are so manly

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