"The rhinestones in my flintstone look crazy on my sweater."
-Ghostface Killah
Yeah, so Liz is flying in tonight, so I'm still at work killing time before I go pick her up. I'm kinda anxious even though this isn't a new experience anymore...but I'm still not use to it. I guess that's a good thing, no?
Man...I forgot Bentley was in this video...
Enjoy your Labor Day weekend!
Be Safe or Be Smitten!
Well, at least that's how Jack Johnson describes it...
I mean, I don't mean to literally sleep...but you don't want to let your emotions dictate to you your actions...I know this may seem obvious, your good sense and rational doesn't always kick in when you are in the midst of panic.
So, what am I talking about, right? Well, I'm still temping...with "promise" of a job here...and my manager called me in to give me a heads-up that it may not be as promised as he originally stated it would be. I mean, it has nothing directly to do with me, but more to do with someone else applying for the same job internally, and that person having more "qualifications" for a job that I'm already doing...and doing at a more efficient rate than my two trifling co-workers. But that isn't the point of this post.
The point is this:
Don't be too full of emotion that you push away people that care about you. We all get hurt, angry, afraid, worried, sad; we all get these emotions whether they are valid or not...just remember that there are always proper outlets for these, and your loved ones aren't the ones for you to plug that energy into...because if you do, they won't be there for you the next time.
Just try to remember this, I mean, I'm saying this more for myself than anything...
No man is an island.
"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated...As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
-John Donne
Be safe or be smitten.
Maybe even tomorrow; but as for now...
I think the movies that people enjoy tell a lot about the type of person they are...so in saying that, what does Blazing Saddles say about me?
I mean, it does have it's crude moments...
...but classic stuff always does. The things they do and say in this movie could never happen today. Rent it or even buy it and enjoy! I promise you will...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMf36qOEMP8&feature=related
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of having N-word ears!
...because I like all types of stuff.
Like Daft Punk,
Weezer,
Kings of Leon,
Panic! at the Disco,
Franz Ferdinand,
Feist,
Dashboard Confessional,
Coldplay,
The Hives,
Sara Bareilles,
...among others.
I mean, there aren't a whole lot of black bands or even blacks that play instruments...so I have to turn to John Mayer
if I want someone who plays the guitar and sings...
I mean, I like rap too...Lupe, Kanye, Clipse...but until Kenna
and N.E.R.D.
start dropping CDs on a more regular basis, this is what I'll have to turn to...
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That I was that old. At least I felt old while I was doing this...what is this?
Walking.
Walking around my neighborhood. Not for fun, but because I am fat as a drug dealer's bankroll on the 1st. 
So I finally started to walk after work on Monday. I was so serious...I got a pair of running shoes, put in some arch supports to stop my shins from hurting, got a couple t-shirts from the back of the closet and a good pair of sweatpants...and that's not all...
I got two big black garbage bags and made my own sauna suit. I was so excited right? Got my iPod, put it on a comedy CD to keep track of my time because I wasn't going to wear a watch...the plan was to walk for 30 minutes a night. After 15, I was gonna make my way back home, sounds good right? Yeah.
So yesterday I was walking, and made out better than I did before...my shins didn't hurt, I was cool...then after about ten minutes something happened...things changed... and then I felt my self getting angry...like, like someone did something horrible to me, you know? The only thing is: nothing happened to me other than the fact I was ten minutes away from my house. Then smells started to change. At first I smelled flowers and leaves...
and that suddenly changed to napalm and great depression.
Yeah, I smelled the entire Great Depression; 
I was so confused. After that, something else changed...my stride. At first, I had this normal type of, "I'm walking because I need to lose some fatness" stride...
and that changed to an "I'm a Nazi soldier!" stride. You know the one, with the one arm going all fast, and the other one not moving...
then it changed again...I started walking like George Jefferson.
Then after that it changed to a "I went to jail as an infant, and I had to learn how to walk by watching other people in jail along with old reruns of 'The Jeffersons'." 
It was bad...for real.
After a while, I finally got home, and the closer I got to my apartment, the more I felt like I was gonna pass out...but it all felt like it was worth it, so I'm going to do it again today when I get home.
Be Safe or Be Smitten.
I was listening to George Carlin, and I heard him say this...he was so right, RIP:
"Sometime during my life toilet paper became bathroom tissue. . . . Sneakers became running shoes. False teeth became dental appliances. Medicine became medication. Information became directory assistance. The dump became the landfill. Car crashes became automobile accidents. Partly cloudy became partly sunny. Motels became motor lodges. House trailers became mobile homes. Used cars became previously owned transportation. Room service became guest room dining. Constipation became occasional irregularity. . . . 
"The CIA doesn't kill anybody anymore. They neutralize people. Or they depopulate the area. The government doesn't lie. It engages in misinformation. The Pentagon actually measures radiation in something they call sunshine units. . . . 
"Poor people used to live in slums. Now 'the economically disadvantaged' occupy 'substandard housing' in the 'inner cities.' And a lot of them are broke. They don't have 'negative cash flow.' They're broke!"
"I'm telling you, some of this language makes me want to vomit. Well, maybe not vomit . . . makes me want to engage in an involuntary personal protein spill."
I know I've thought this for years...now I know I'm not alone.
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I know I haven't shared myself in a while...but I'm gonna try to do it now.
It's hard to give somebody all of yourself when you aren't too sure of everything that's there.
Now, let me help define that statement:
I'm not crazy, I know who I am, but sometimes there are things that surface that I didn't realize where there, or didn't choose to address until now. Kinda like being ok with a messy house until you find out that company is 15 minutes away.
It's tough. It's tough for two reasons. Reason number one? If it was that easy to deal with or even recognize, it would've been fixed already...that flows right into number two...because I haven't had to really be open with anyone in a while, I didn't realize all that residue was on the window of my personality. I never had anyone that cared enough to tell me. I mean, I've always had my parents, and they are quick to point out when I'm being an ass, but we all know that parental relationships and romantic relationships have a completely different dynamic in play.
I've come to realize, and even while I'm typing I'm realizing even more...none of the chicks in my past really cared. Some may have thought they did, but in the real world, all they cared about was their own wants and needs...their own feelings and desires. It's to the point that I'm SO GOOD at saying what bothers me, I don't always choose the most appropriate way to relay my emotions. Not saying that I do it in a way to tear someone down, but in a way that makes the other person feel like panda poo. That's not what I want to do either...
To be honest, I don't know what to do; and I'm finally coming to grips with that. I don't know what to do in every relationship based situation. I'm really just learning now. I have examples to go on from my p's, but you can't really learn exactly how to react and how to be in a real relationship until you are in a real relationship with a person that REALLY cares about you...
That's all I have for now...
Be Safe or Be Smitten.
Well, not really...but I walked like four and a half...way longer than I thought.
Come on, you know you've sing to this song in private whenever it pops up on VH1...
I looked it up on a map to see...yeah, I over did it, but I did have a sense of accomplishment. I'm gonna go for it again, but I'm gonna try to start earlier. I need to walk like that everyday...I'm really starting to look like Dr. Robotnik.
In other news:
My co-workers are still lazy. Still. They suck overall. They are so lazy, I think they are in a secret society for lazy people, and if they aren't lazy, they are put to death.
I FINALLY got my rebate check, even though it's only $300...but still, it helps. Ummm...that's about it.
Oh, and I love Liz.
Yeah, that pretty much wraps it up.
Aloha people,
I know I don't normally post over the weekend, but I'm over my grandpa's house while his wife is out of town. I really need to come over more often, I can tell that he misses seeing me. I don't come over quite that much because I'm kinda tired after working and, well, I don't know...I just don't come over as much...well, I mean, I don't get along with his wife all that well. I care about her, and I appreciate her taking care of my grandpa and whatnot...but I dunno, we just don't get along that well...
Anyway, I'm here watching the Chicago Bears game...and it's kinda wack. The Bears are always kinda disappointing lately.
But last night was a little more interesting...I found my grandpa on YouTube. I know I post videos all the time, but this one is different. I found him singing in this gospel group he was with in the 60's...he's the tallest one in the background...it won't let me embed it, but here is the link if you are interested...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmKfNndnPWY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWFmzuM2TDM&feature=related
It might not be interesting but I thought it was kinda cool...and seeing my grandpa smile as he reminisced about times past made the discovery worthwhile...
On a whole different note:
I really miss Liz...a lot. Even more than last time.
This sucks
But she is coming back for Labor Day Weekend...and then she gets to meet my family...that'll be interesting.
Be Safe or Be Smitten...
I have no deeper meaning other than the fact I'm listening to that song on my iPod...N.E.R.D. is so dope.
Even though I just realized that they sound a lot like The Clash with the way their melodies are formed...
...I'm just saying.
All I have planned for this weekend is some grandpasitting while his wife is out of town, and I'm gonna do some laundry...very exciting, huh? Well, it's just what I wanted for this weekend, I'm still tired from last weekend...I need to do some much needed sleeping.
As for Liz and I...I love her, she is...well, beyond description. She just bought me two pairs of shoes that I wanted...even though I didn't want her to...she's adorable.
Here they are in case you are interested:
The Nike "Newcastle" SB Dunk Lows
Inspired by, of course, Newcastle Beer
And these other ones are called "Space Tigers"
Anywho,
Be Safe or Be Smitten, and have a good weekend!
Sometimes I feel like I'm not here. Don't get me wrong, I'm not nuts, I know people see me, and I know that people know I exist...but sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in my own little version of "The Truman Show".
Like I'm not quite in reality.
Why do I feel like this?
...because I can't believe that some people are really this nuts. Some of the things I see and hear is really unbelieveable; it's like it's made for tv. Like I work with a guy who is kinda cripple...he rides on one of those scooters around the office,
and there is nothing wrong with that...but tell me why he goes jogging?
I mean, really...if you are crippled enough for a wheel chair or scooter...what makes you well enough to jog? Does that confuse anyone else?
I have another one for you...if you are on weight watchers...how many points would this be?
I'm thinking about 3500 points...
I've got another one for you...now I work in an industry that sells a product that can expire...but it's also a product that you would never want to be out of...so you know what these geniuses do? I just got off the phone with a guy that told me he buys 10-12 boxes at a time...to give you an idea of how much that is, one box would last the normal, logical person for a month...he uses the product TWICE as long as suggested use tells him to, and then buys 10-12 boxes at a time...does that make sense to anyone?
Maybe it does. Maybe I shouldn't expect everyone to think the way I do; maybe I shouldn't expect people to use some sort of logic in their daily lives...maybe I'm asking too much...but I don't think I am.
People, in general, are crazy.
Be Safe or Be Smitten!
Well, I actually did...I haven't blogged in a bit, so I am forcing myself to say something even though I have no subject on my mind...so lets start the rambling!
I am ultra tired...like, if there was a contest for people who are sleepy, I'm sure I'd place in the top five, easy...my eyes are burining, and I want to cry. I want to go home, and sleep in the bed for about, 30 hours...and it's super slow at work too which is not helping matters any.
As for my weekend, it was awesome. I loved it. I mean, parts of it reminded me of home...like the part of Philly that I was in looked a lot like this:
The sad part is, that's Wicker Park in Chicago...not Philly. But it was still interesting...I had fun. I went to a sneaker boutique in Philly called Ubiq
which was dope...like a bigger and more polished version of St. Alfred's
...those are The Cool Kids btw in the picture. Overall though, the neighboorhood felt cool and trendy...nothing like what they say about the area;
nothing I saw looked that bad at all. I met some of Liz's friends...two different couples that I could see us hanging out with on a regular basis...good people. I also met Liz's family which consisted of 3,000 people...but it was dope. I ate jerk chicken and ox tail...good stuff.
That's about it though...I mean, we just did a lot of stuff all in three days, so I guess it took a toll on me...I'm not as young as I use to be I guess. I dunno...
Other than that...I'm up to about 3500 songs on my iPod and over 60 movies...and I still have 100GB of space left...
I'm gonna check out some blogs for a bit, and I might post again later...
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