YES

I just got back to my apartment, and I successfully (three double consonants in that word, weird) transferred to Columbus! Woohoo! And since I started at a regional OSU campus, and I'm a history major, I'll have a shiny Associates Degree of the Arts once I hit my 90th credit hour. So fucking cool. I'm pumped for life. I'm gonna go pwn some noobs in Halo, then Columbus for a costume party. Fuck yeah. Boom! Outta here.

Skateboard.

I wish I had a portable skateboard that I could just whip out when walks were starting to get annoying. Anywho, I stumbled upon a local music show going on in the parking lot of Richland Mall. I was pleasantly surprised by a local punk band. I didn't know Mansfield knew what punk rock was. They weren't bad, I think they were called Validated Parking or something like that. I dunno. I need to get out of this funk though, its been a rough couple of days. Short post.

Last night

Completely out of control. Completely. I went to Heather's at 11 to drink a little, but I didn't plan on getting drunk, because I had class at 10, but things don't always go as planned. The person who brought us alcohol also brought 3 others to drink to with us. Everyone is playing kings and having a decent time. We started to play pong at about midnight and I lost 3 times against Heather and her ex. So I was already drinking more than I had planned. I finally got my first win, so I switched up teams and I play with Heather against her ex and her roommate Sara. Thats when all hell broke loose. Chandon, the kid who bought the alcohol, started arguing about how much he was paid to get the beer, and all the arguing caused Sara to start crying irrationally. I mean on the ground balling. So as everyone started to file out, Sara continued to cry, and was being hit on by Chandon, and I had enough of that. You don't try to take advantage of a drunk girl, you just don't you fucking creep. So he pushed me. I hope his fucking nose is broke. Its now 3, Heather and her ex are fighting, everyone else is out in the hallway. Everyone finally leaves and its just Sara, Heather, her ex, and me. Heather and her ex argue in the hallway til about 5, then Heather and I fall asleep on a loveseat til Heather hears Sara crying again, and goes and lays with her. I wake up at 830 then drive home, shower, class. Ridiculous! I'm mentally tired. I need someone in my life, and the one person I can think of, will probably never grasp how much I've been there for her over the years. Ever. I'm done. Time to open completely new doors. This weekend show be awesome, hopefully I'll be Batman. Peace

Oh yeah!

I forgot! Funny story, it was 2 in the morning on Saturday and I get a phone call from Nick, and he starts the conversation "Hey wanna kick someone's ass?" So I got dressed and we went to Murphy's girlfriend's house and then back to Brownfield, to find some drunk bitches that were trying fight Sarah (Murphy's Girlfriend). End of story, nobody to fight, and we got yelled at by drunk bitches from the corner. LAME, but kinda funny.

Footlong Spicy Italian.

If you can't tell, I'm hungry. Aside from that, the return to normalcy is complete. I'm chilling alone in Mansfield, hungry and healthy, gonna eat and watch Heroes. Yay for schedules. This week is going to drag on, nothing doing till possibly Thursday, everything else is up in the air. Columbus Friday will be awesome, then Megan's Halloween Party! I can't wait, I love Halloween. I've decided to go to Columbus in the winter, I don't think I'll make it living alone. I'd go crazy first, loneliness is a very powerful thing, it really just depresses me. Seriously, bad stuff. The only thing it helps, is that I write a shit ton more. i'll write here, write personally, trying song-writing, seriously, nothing else to do. It also makes me miss too much of my past, I really need something to be excited about. Well I'm done for now.

PS Secret Girlfriend is hilarious.

Happiness

So its been too long since I wrote here. I really enjoy this blog. I've been sick for the past couple of days, so I've missed class on Monday and Tuesday (today), and really, I don't want to go back. Last year it was different, I loved being at school, and its not like my classwork is any harder this time around, I've discovered its because I live alone. Here in Parma, I have my family, I have people, like I did last year on campus housing. But when I go to school now, I have nothing but myself and my own place. So I have come to the same conclusion that Christopher McCandless did right before he died alone in Alaska, "Happiness is only real when shared". Its really a beautiful quote, and it comes from one of my favorite movies of all time, the true story of a trip across the country. Solitude gives moments of joy and self-discovery, but to maintain a lasting happiness, you need people. People that love you and that you love back. It really gives me some peace, even if I feel weak and tired. I need physical activity, and tomorrow, I'm gonna get back in the gym. Teddy Roosevelt would be proud. Ha, talk to you soon.

Sick

I'm tired of not being appreciated. Its the worst feeling in the world to be set aside. I really think I have everything else in check. Great. Tomorrow I get to call Mastercard and give them shit, because they are telling me I paid my credit card late, when I have a receipt with the correct date on it. Prepare to be owned. Other than that, the weekend was awesome. Saw Zombieland again, aaaaaaaaand went to Cedar Point, good stuff. Short post, welp seeya later.

I-71

The skyline from the highway was a sight to behold. It was just me on my way back to Parma and the light bouncing off the slick road was just perfect. I loved it.

Awkward Situation

So when you follow someone through a door, and they hold it open for you, you say thank you. But if you follow them through a small waiting area through another set of doors, and they hold it, do you say thank you again? I was never really sure. Haha

Damnit

I just got my books for my easy ass world civ. class (That rhymes) and I bought the wrong edition. For both of them. LAME. Anyway, today was nice. I had lunch with my Grandpa at the best restraunt in Mansfield (Cheddar's). He told me to explore my area a bit, and remember that it takes nothing to be nice, and I really think that is some damn good advice. He is so good with people, I always try to model myself after him. So after he bought me some Febreze, I went for a jog around my place, and ended up running some hills. It was some cool shit. I love him. It was a little scary running past houses, and thinking, "Yeah, crystal meth is probably been done in there." That was definitely weird.

Other than that life is good. For sure. Living here is a fantastic time, but I'm seriously considering giving Columbus a chance, before I'm outta this school. Okay, later. BOOM HEADSHOT!

Always check the backseat.

See Zombieland, and you'll understand the title. Thank you. The past couple of days have been busy to say the least. Blink was postponed till this Wednesday(9/30), so after class I drove to Parma, to drive to Cuyahoga Falls, to sit in traffic, to be rewarded with a fucking awesome show. Seriously, way to show up, Blink 182. Crash in Parma, be in Mansfield by 9 the next morning for class. A really easy class, World Civ. Then Cognitive fucking Psychology, not an easy class, especially when,"Ben Stein's little brother is trying lecture on emotion" (Thanks Abby). Oh yeah then drive back to Parma for work Friday and Saturday. I need a massage. Still all the activity is so rewarding. Good stuff. What does it mean when someone tells you they miss you. Do they miss seeing you around, hearing your voice? Or is it your presence in their life? Do they just want you to be there? Or is it just humoring an old friend? Considering how easy it is to communicate with Facebook, Twitter, Blogs, Cell Phones, why should people ever really lose touch? Priorities are always out of whack, and occasionally they align, but only for a little while. Then its back to being caught up. I knew what I meant when I said it, but I can never be sure when she says it back. Lame. Work is in a few hours, Facebook is down for me, I'm not tired, and there isn't a TV in this room anymore. Sweet. To top it off, I'm on an air mattress and my toes are cold. I hate it when my toes are cold. Guaranteed they are the last part of my body to warm up. Seriously, thats the only thing I don't like about colder weather, my damn toes. Other than all my complaining(just gotta let it out sometimes), the next few months hold alot of promise, and I'm excited about a few things. And a few people. Fuck this clown.