Damn

just got off work. feeling low in spirit. I wish there were more people like me. im filled with energy and long companionship, however none of my friends want to hang out. The girl ive been talking to decided im not for her i guess. she hasn't text me or made contact with me outside of work....then talk is just civil. she has a lot of baggage left over from previous relationship that is fucking me BAD. I dont know what to do now so i suppose i shall resort to drinking and getting fucked up alone tonight. after all it's in my blood....

ahoy hoy

Yep its me again with another cool blog. This blog will basically describe everything im doing right now, so hell yeh lets just jump right into it. I think I might be finished with my blogs,but im not too sure. Just in case i think ill right two more blogs jurzt to be on the safe side (the best side to be!!!). So yeh just sitting at my place of residence reading a god awful book on alternative medicine. taking lots of notes and shit but man this is getting old realllly quick. god i hate add. like why cant i just sit down and bam get the notes taken down. citations finished, but i guess this isnt the walgreens universe. that would be sweet if that shit existed for real!! could you imagine liquor and beer on sale 24/7 fuck sundays and dry towns. i mean im a christian but isn't there a law saying separation of church and state?? now we have laws saying we cant buy beer on sunday?? how is that not associated with religion. welp i feel tons better now. off to taking more notes fml
(Also i lost the weekly guide sheet so yeh my bad)

tricounty likes to bust heads

so today i received my 3rd parking ticket. each ticket cost me 25 bucks. I received the tickets for not having a valid parking decal. come on tricounty i can understand one ticket to tell my ass go get a decal but fuck i dont have a job. i pay almost 1400 dollars to take three classes and have to pay 30 dollars to park in the parking lot. shit im thinking about parking a block up the road and walking my happy ass to school. i mean seriously how ridiculous is that!! i mean what am i suppose to do? im broke. i have bills due. im trying to better myself and how does tricounty help?  by slapping my ass and saying pay me 75 bucks or we wont give you your grades for classes that you already paid 1400 dollars for. im writing a letter to obama to see if that mother you know what can make a few calls for me lol

old school vs new school

I absolutely LOVE music. I also LOVE technology, however for the past few years I've managed to combine the two loves. It all started when i went over to my granny Phyllis' house. She had been going through some things in the attic and found a few records she thought i would like. The records were Lynyrd Skynyrd.: One more from the road, Cerrone IV (some funky disco dude), and Peter Frampton. I was like hell yea granny I'm about to go and buy a record player. I went on ebay and found a small, retro looking record player and purchased it. When the player finally came i put on some skynyrd and absolutely loved the sound records make. The sound is scratchy and not anywhere close to the clarity of a mp3. records do have a realness of sound that will make you think the band is playing right beside you. I now have a crosley 300 dollar record player with wireless speakers and a record collection with 100+ records consisting of classic rock and old country. I love them!!!

Disaster

This past week has been crazy! Whenever me and my dad were driving up the road we heard a loud pop. The roar of his truck now sounded like moped with the power to match. As the truck struggled up the glorious hills of anderson me and my father scratched our heads and talked about what might be wrong. "I think it was the exhaust manifold" he said, "no we wouldn't be losing this much power if it were the exhaust" I responded. This type of chatter lasted ten minutes as we creeped slowly down backroads trying to get to my grandmother's house. We eventually made it to grandma's house. We were immediately greeted by my uncle who was standing in the yard. "What the hell did you do to your truck" Uncle Roger said "I don't know open the gate dipshit" my dad responded. After around five minutes of investigation we found the sparkplug had blown out of the block taking all the threads with it, and leaving only a hole in the engine block.

Pride

I'm not sure if it is a "guy thing" or if I'm just an aggressive person but i will always defend my pride. When people go and negatively talk about things I care about such as friends, family, or morels I get in their face and demand an explanation. If the person has a bad explanation or no explanation and is male I will fight them despite the size of the opponent. If the person whom antagonizes is female she will get an ear full. I tend to have a short temper when it comes to things i care about and though some may disagree with my methods of defending my pride with fists instead of calmly talking it out realize i agree peaceful arrangements are nice and dandy but nothing says "fuck you" better than a jack'd jaw.

East of Eden

Have you ever wanted to scream at the top of your lungs and drink your pain away? I certainly have ,and my friend was no exception. Things started off normal enough with me studying thursday night. I got a call from one of my buddies asking me to come to downtown greenville. I really don't like to drink a lot so my initial reaction was to play it off like i was tired and didn't feel up to the challenge. My feelings changed ,however, when my friend started telling me about him and his "ole lady" splitting up. I've known both people for over 7 years ,and that whole span of time they dated. They were the "perfect couple" so naturally i was shocked. 

     I reluctantly agreed and scooped up my bud. He seemed cool and calm ,but i knew there was a storm just beyond the horizon. So we bar hop for awhile and then ran into some girls we knew. The girls asked my friend immediately about his ex because they were complete morons. From that point on I knew i would be on drunken friend patrol. I started worrying whenever I got lost in a conversation and noticed i hadn't seen my buddy for over fifteen minutes. My first thought was "he's ok he's just making out with the commode". Then over twenty minutes had passed so i ventured into the mens room to see if he was ok. I found him laying on his back right beside the commode covered in sweat and humiliation. 

     I picked up my friend and helped him stagger to my car. On the way to the car we had to make frequent stops to ensure there was no vomiting in my car. I kept thinking the whole way home how crazy it was they broke up. I mean if they had been dating that long and she just straight up left his shit what chance do I have at finding my dream girl? Then I had a harsh realization, not everything is going to work out the way you plan it. One day your in paradise, then the next day you wake up east of eden.