How Did I Get Here?

The hell?

It's been forever since I updated this thing. Truly, it has. To be totally honest, I pretty much, more or less, forgot about me even having a blog. Then I decided to delete it instead of trying to maintain it. Vintage laziness! Then, I randomly decided a few days ago, that I was going to restore it, because the good folks at Blogger.com *asskissing over* give you that option for an amount of time after you delete your blog. Well, I restored it. And here it is. So, I haven't really got anything to blog about, still (some things never change), but I decided to restore this blog basically to whine and complain some more, and maybe give some observations of life along the way. Essentially, this blog will serve as my brain-dump, where I'll take all the crap that's on my mind and "dump" it into this convenient webpage. Sounds great, right? As I said, some things never change. I'll probably be blogging a bit more often, seeing as how my blog was deleted for the last, say, month and a half, so not a whole lot of blogging was happening then. But yeah, I'll blog some more, promise.

Be back later.

Peace and whatever.

Baby's First Vlog.

So, I decided to take my blogging to the video realm. My friend suggested I attempt to do so, and I went "well, why not?" So, here's the result of said video experiment. Roughly 9 minutes of me rambling and ranting about whatever comes to mind. Enjoy it.

They Who Don't Say What They Mean Will Live and Die By Their Own Sword.

Hey guys! I'm listening to Magic Pie by Oasis. That's where the title of the blog comes from. It's actually got some pretty sweet lyrics, like the one I posted the title of this blog from. It is rather indulgent. It's like, 7 minutes long, and it really doesn't need to be. Cocaine's a helluva drug, kids. Avoid it like the plague.

Ahem, moving on.

So, basically, I have to do a rough draft of a paper for my English class. Me, being the procrastinator that I am, has held off on doing it until the day before class. So, to get into "writing mode", so to speak, I was taught by one of my other English college professors to start writing (well, typing, in this case) about whatever comes to mind, and that can help you begin your paper and all that good stuff. So, I came to my blog. What's my paper about, you ask? Long story short, I basically have to analyze an ad for a fast food restaurant. I chose a random advertisement for McDonald's, since you know, it's the most popular fast food place and all. Or at least it's definitely up there. Whatever. So, basically, I have to ramble on (which is one of the things I'm best at, as most people who know me can attest to) about this advertisement, which isn't really much to work with, but as I said, rambling is a skill of mine, and I'll work with it. As I said, it's a rough draft, so it can be terrible. I plan on making it good, but terrible at the same time, if that makes any sense. It probably doesn't. What I mean is that I'll put some effort into it, but not alot. God, I sound like such a terrible student. Oh, well. Don't ever tell me what I can't do.

That's pretty much it. Now, I'm off to write about a damn sandwich ad. Wish me luck.

Peace and love.

I'm At The Pizza Hut. I'm At The Taco Bell. I'm At The Combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell.

Before you read this next blog, please do yourself a favor and listen to this song:



Now, how are you feeling? Feeling as though you had an enlightenment of sorts? Like your life is changing before your very eyes? Yeah, me neither. It's a mindless catchy song. So yeah, rawk. So, what's up? How's everyone doing? This blog has been filled with questions? Even questions that aren't questions but have question marks afterwards! It's madness. Ok, maybe not madness. And no, this isn't Sparta either. Sorry, King Leonidas. :/ Anyways, this blog is rambly. If that's a word. I hope it isn't. Because if not, then I just made a word and can get it endorsed and get a ton of cash. Maybe. Or at least just the satisfaction of knowing I made up a word. Whichever. But yeah, I actually honestly don't really have anything super interesting to say in this blog. I just know it's been a while since I last blogged, and it's September, so happy September, everybody. Hope your month of September is filled with joy and glory.

I also realized that it's two months until my 20th birthday. Balls, man. I feel rather old. I won't be a teenager anymore, which admittedly will be weird, but in another year after my birthday this year, I'll be able to get mah booze awn, so that's something to look forward to. Nah, I'm just joshing. I don't drink, actually. I might still go to bars and just play Designated Driver for people who do drink. I haven't thought that far ahead. I don't usually plan my future in the world of barhopping. Alas, yeah, my birthday is on November 1st, and I'm stoked.

I'm undecided on what I want. There are three things that are spinning around in my head. The first is a guitar. Long story short, I've tried starting a band with limited to no success, so I figure if I can't start a band, why not be my own band, right? Well, guitar will help me get there. First off though, I want to borrow one and see if it's something that I can do before I go off and spend a bunch of money on one. But that's one thing. The second is the Complete Series Collection of the TV Show Lost. Really doesn't need much explanation. it comes in an exclusive BOX. That's all the motivation I need. The third and final thing is an iPod Touch. I actually originally wanted this, but now I'm leaning more towards the first two. Alas, I hope to figure out which one I want really soon and I'm hoping this birthday will be the best one yet. Boom.

But yeah, I think I'm finished with this evening's blog. Again, I really had no idea what to say and came up with a pretty decent blog. I'm proud of myself. I'll return soon. Bye for now.

Peace and love.

There's A Kid Who Had A Big Hallucination.

The Final Cut by Pink Floyd. Such a good song. It's got a really sweet guitar solo. As I typed that, the solo began. I swear I didn't plan that...........or did I?



Ahem. Anyways, here's my blog for the evening. I begin this blog with a question: have you ever thought of, to put it bluntly, leaving your life behind here and starting anew "from scratch", so to speak? It's an interesting idea, and with numerous films showing this idea, it seems to have begun achieving more popularity, especially with high school graduates. I mean, why wouldn't it? It's logical. Getting to go off to college. Living in a dorm (somewhat) independently. Meeting new people. Going for a degree to obtain a career you want. It's a perfect plan. And I'm not knocking people who do this, don't get me wrong. I've actually been thinking of doing the same thing, to be totally honest.

I had a talk with an incredibly good friend of mine recently who just graduated high school a few short months ago. He told me about how he plans to do essentially what I described in the previous paragraph, leaving everyone behind and going off to achieve a degree in a career he loves (in his case, acting). Basically leaving this life behind and starting anew. And while I fully support him in this, it got me to thinking. Situations like this a really a double edged sword (I hope I'm using the term correctly. Haha.) If you go away to achieve your dreams (to use a cliche term) then you leave all of the people you love behind, and if you stay to be with those close to you, then you may not be able to achieve your dreams. So, what in the hell do you do?

Thus where the thinking comes into play.

I really love this idea very much. I honestly don't really have a plan of what I want to do, to be totally honest with you, though. I toyed with the idea of getting a career in Communications and becoming a radio DJ, but recently, I've been playing drums and have really seriously considered a career in music. Of course, I can't really do anything with my music career in this small town, so I'll have to leave at some point to achieve my dreams. And of course, there are people who I really care about and love and don't want to leave behind, but then I start thinking, and I realize they likely won't care when I'm gone. Which sounds awful, I know, but I don't mean for it to, but it's logical. People move on, you know? I, however, am terrible with this moving on thing. Haha. So, I don't know what to do.

I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Peace and whatever.

I'm So Scared That I'll Never Get Put Back Together.

Bonjourno! This is my blog. It's been a while (stop me if you've heard this before). Why has it been so long, you ask? Well, this blog will actually explain why it's been a few why I've blogged. Long story short, I had to have surgery done. What kind of surgery? Well, I'll simply name the surgery and allow you to go from there to figure it out or whatever: it's called a urethroplasty. Yeah, sounds pretty brutal, right? Well, it shockingly wasn't too terrible. Ok, yeah, it sorta was. But I digress.

For starters, we had to be at the hospital at about 5 in the morning or so, for my surgery (which started at about 7:30 or so, if memory serves). I only got about three hours of sleep the night before, so I was incredibly tired, but that will be irrelevant later on. The two and a half hour period between my surgery and my arrival was perhaps the most nervewracking wait for anything I've ever experienced. To be totally honest, I was incredibly damn nervous. This was my first major surgery, so understandably, I was genuinely freaked out. I basically just waited and watched Sportscenter while intermittently talking to the numerous doctors/surgeons/anesthesiologists that came in to talk to me, and basically attempted to not be so nervous about stuff. Then, 7:30 arrived. They laid me on the operating table............and went at it.

Ok, kidding.

But they talked to me for a bit, got me situated and what have you, had me wear this odd foil hat (as I said to the nurse, I didn't know whether to wear it or put my leftovers in it. *rimshot*), and then gave me the anesthesia, and whatever happened from the period after that and me being in recovery is totally washed from my memory. I woke up in quite a bit of pain, feeling rather crappy obviously, as most people do right after surgery. All of the rooms were full, so I was stuck in the recovery room for quite a long time. I have no idea how long, because I essentially combated the long wait by sleeping. Yeah, sleeping. But finally, at around 4 or so, if memory serves, I was finally taken up to my room. After that, it was a pretty interesting experience. Typical hospital staying and what have you. Nurses coming in and checking my vitals and all that jazz. Kinda amusing, my family would talk to me and I would literally fall asleep while they were speaking to me. Anesthesia's nutty, man.

I shared a room with a rather kind older man, who didn't really talk too much, but as I said, he seemed friendly enough. My dad talked a bit about NASCAR with him, but I never got the chance to speak with him. I was really bummed for him because he didn't have any visitors or anything (at least during the time that I was there), which I can imagine was really bad. I was going to wish him a quick recovery before I left, but some doctors were speaking to him, so I didn't have the time.

As I said, the rest of my hospital experience was pretty normal. I slept alot, and met a ton of doctors and nurses who were all incredibly friendly and helpful, and overall, I would say my time at the hospital was actually really enjoyable. It didn't hurt they had cable, though. :P But overall, it was great. Not saying I wasn't glad to leave, because.............well, yeah. Laying in bed watching TV for an extended period of time is only entertaining for so long, so thankfully I got to leave earlier today, and got home about 5 1/2 hours ago, and am basically on the road to recovery. Got a few weeks before my post-op checkup, so hopefully all goes well with the healing and what have you, and I'll be back and fully recovered soon.

Sorry for the incredibly long blog, but I had a bit more to talk about than I imagined I would. Well, anyways, I'm off to go lie down and continue recovering. Wish me luck, guys. :)

Peace and love.

What Is This I Don't Even

Hey. Sup? So, I'm back a day after my last blog to blog again. Kinda rare, is it not? Anyways, I'm blogging because last night, a strange development occured. Allow me to explain.

As most people who know me would probably know, I'm a drummer and have been for 3 years and counting. And logically, I love to play music and would love to have a career as a musician. Well, remember my blog a while back about starting a new band with one of my friends? Well, that's happening. Kinda. But not really. Our original band idea has pretty much faded away, but my friend is starting a new band, and he wants me to be in it. But, the twist is that his band already has a drummer, so what do I do? Well, their band is lacking a bassist. So, his plan is to have me play bass for his band. Sound easy enough? Well, one thing: I have barely played bass.

This is the only song I know how to play:



Which, granted, is a really good song and beastly bassline, but, well, beyond that, I know nothing of bass. I'm going to basically be taught how to play the bass by the two guitarists in the band, who happen to be good friends of mine. Well, it will be interesting to say the least. I picked up on drums rather quickly, without owning a drumset of my own, so hopefully I can learn the bass at least somewhat decently within a couple months or so.

That's pretty much it. I'll be sure to keep y'all updated. Or myself updated. Or this blog. Whatever.

As always, peace and love.

August Rush.

August Rush is a good movie. Anybody seen it? Robin Williams? Terrence Howard? That.........kid who's the main actor? It's pretty good. Check it out. Oh, and happy August to everyone. This is my first blog of the month. Pretty hard hitting stuff. I actually had been meaning to post this on the first of this month, but well, y'know. Procrastination and what have you. Happens.

Anyways, I'm at my house and incredibly bored, hence why I'm blogging. Heh. Anywho, I was listening to my iTunes playlist on shuffle, and heard a pretty sweet transition between two totally different songs. The first song was "Wishing (If I Had A Photograph of You) by A Flock of Seagulls (haters gonna hate.), and immediately after that song finished, it went to "The Hero's Return" by Pink Floyd. Probably nobody cares about this but me, but I thought it was fully awesome. Because the Flock of Seagulls song, is incredibly 80s sounding with super epic keyboard and this generic kinda 80s beat (pretty much as you would expect a song of theirs to sound), but then the beat was all that was playing at the end, and then it went into the Floyd song, which starts with a kinda cool drum thing and then an awesome sounding guitar riff, which was cool to me.

Speaking of Pink Floyd, the album the Final Cut is quite possibly one of the most depressing albums ever. And I have both Joy Division albums. But yeah, this album is super sad. It's basically an album about war and everything negative about war, which there really isn't anything positive about it, and the last song is about nuclear holocaust. I mean, it's a great album (actually one of my favorites by Pink Floyd, though it's kinda unknown), but damn. It's kinda a buzzkill when you're in a great mood. It's got some really sweet music and songs though, and the lyrics are really good as well. Definitely recommended, but it's quite a downer.

Oh, and another thing of note, I'm off of work this week. Kinda pumped on that. Well, I should say I worked on Sunday and I don't have to work again until this coming Sunday. It's pretty cool. I haven't really done a whole lot. Just pretty much hung out at home, bored, really. Listened to music and blogged, as this blog could likely tell you. But I am going to Indiana Beach later this week, so that's exciting. It's basically an amusement park that's about an hour and a half or so away from where I live. It's not as legit as say, Six Flags, but it's an amusement park with rides and all that jazz, so it'll suffice. Rock and roll.

Well, I'm done with this blog for now. Hope everyone enjoys the rest of August, and I shall return at a date in the future with more blog fun.

Peace and love.

I Want A Girl With Good Dividends.

Alright, short blog this evening, because frankly, I'm tired as a motherf&@$er. Now, you ask "why are you blogging when you could be sleeping instead?" And to that I say..................




Goodnight.





Only joking.

Alright, as I said, I'll keep this brief. Tonight, I had planned to go see the supposed 12:00 premiere (this'll make sense in a few) of the film Dinner for Schmucks with my best friend and a few other friends of mine, but well, let's just say that, long story short, those plans kinda didn't happen. One friend was going with a cousin instead, and the other friend just.........well, wasn't going. So it was myself and two of my friends going to the theater, and super pumped about the movie. So, we get to the theater, and go in. We immediately notice something strange about the movie theater. Mainly that literally almost nobody is there. Regardless of this, we walk in and go to the theater. The guy working there politely (God bless him) tells us that the film is actually TOMORROW evening at midnight and that basically, we were 24 hours early to the film's premiere. We felt like schmucks. So, we did the logical thing after such a thing happened to us: we went and got dinner. Ah, the circle of life.

Well, anyways, we're trying again tomorrow. Hopefully this goes better than tonight. Alas, it was still an interesting night and definitely worth my time. I mean, I'm blogging at 2 in the morning about it, for God's sake. If that doesn't tell you about it, nothing well. But, now, I'm off to sleep. Stay sane, everyone.

Peace and love.

101

I just noticed something today. You wanna know what that is? Of course you do. I told you I noticed something, and naturally, you're curious as to what it is that I noticed. Well, I'll tell you. Ok? Ok. My previous blog was my 100th blog. *confetti and streamers*..............woah, woah. Let me finish. It was my 100th blog, but I forgot completely to acknowledge it. *daaaaaawwwwwwww* Yeah. Sorry about that. Well, it was fun regardless. It's hard to believe I've done 100 blogs (well, now 101 counting this one, and probably more if I count the ones I started and didn't finish). Crazy stuff. Full on insanity, even.

So, what am I going to do for blog #101? Well, nothing really. Am I going to introduce you to a random subject, like a, say, Biology 101 class in college? Am I going to reference Room 101 from the book 1984, a room in which your biggest fear is located in (I'm too lazy to fact check that. Google it if you don't trust me.)? Well, no. I'm not really sure of anything to do on this blog. Normally, when people commemorate a huge event such as this (well, not such as this. More like any event that gets commemorated, because they're likely more important than reaching 100 blog posts), they throw a party. Or a potluck. But, considering this is just a wall of text and on the internet, my party planning is rather limited. So, I guess, well.........I don't know. I've got nothing.

Listen to this and celebrate on my behalf if you wish.



I shall return with more blogs! Perhaps even later today. Y'never know. Until next time, as always, peace and love.

Just Remember To Always Think Twice. Don't Think Twice.

Ah, Billie Jean. Such conflicting lyrics. As the ones that title this evening's blog show. So, random question to start off this blog: is it arrogant of me to assume this blog is funny? Well, I used a tag for this blog titled "funny", which, in turn, is basically indirectly saying that you're going to find this blog amusing. And as the writer, it's my job to live up to that 5-letter tag's standards. So, in turn (that phrase is so cool to me), if this blog isn't funny, then my tag is a lie. However, due to false advertisement, you've read my blog in hopes of finding amusement, which isn't there. And that, my dear readers, is the magic of advertisement.

Yep, I'm improvising. Good of you to notice.

Right now, as I'm blogging, I'm listening to the Ying Yang Twins. I wish I were joking. Well, a friend of mine told me to listen to it, and I feel bad if I don't. Guilt and what have you. So I'm listening to it. It's the song "Salt Shaker." When I hear this song, I imagine a stereotypical rap video with shiny cars, a club perhaps, of course, DEM HOES. So, as I listen to this song, it's as though my home has been turned into a rap video. Bass booming. Cars driving around my house with ridiculous hydraulics. Perhaps a strobe light or two. Suggestive dancing by scantily clad females. Y'know. The usual. I'm trying not to type too loudly in hopes of not waking the bitches. Alas, if the music doesn't wake them, I say I'm doing alright. Moving right along then.

I'm getting decent at this whole ranting thing. I went into this blog without a plan. No set thing to type about, and look at all of that above this paragraph. Beautiful wall of text, is it not? The power of stream of consciousness writing, y'all.

So, for now, I'm going to finish off this blog for now. I'll try to be more persistant with my blogging from here on out. And yes, I'm aware that I say that often, but whatevs. It is what it is. I'll work on it.

Later, and until next time, shake it like a salt shaker:

That Girl Is Like A Sunburn.

The title is by.......you know what? No. I'm not going to say that. Because I already have numerous times and I do it essentially every frickin' time I blog. So, you know what? No. Google it. Alright, fine. It's Never Let You Go, by Third Eye Blind. There. I do love me some Third Eye Blind.

Ok, first off, I really hope this blog doesn't come off as depressing and such, because it truly isn't supposed to. And I'll attempt to be as vague as possible, in a good way I mean. Well, not in a good way, but most who know me will know what I'm talking about. But, anywho, onto the blog:

Have you ever done something and felt, well, for lack of a better term, utterly helpless? Ok, yeah, really sappy sounding. Horrible choice of words. Haha. What I mean is, like, for example, let's say you play basketball. You're just shooting around, trying to get the ball in the basket. Sometimes you make some really impressive shots, which in turn makes you really pumped and, well, obviously happy. But then, other times, you have those days where it feels as though you can't hit anything whatsoever. Then you get super bummed and your confidence feels as though it's depleting to the point of stable glue (that's a Raconteurs lyric. Well, kinda. ;D). Well, I kinda have this problem with my work. Well, nothing against my work or anything, it's moreso against me. I'm maddeningly inconsistant, essentially, when it comes to doing my job. Some nights, I do fairly well and then other nights, I totally screw everything up and it all goes to hell. And the worst part is, that I have absolutely no idea how to become more consistent.

I've paid attention to what I did on the days in which I did really well and got out of work in a somewhat reasonable amount of time, and then I tried to repeat it in other days, but for whatever reason, it doesn't work. And it bums me out, because when I do terribly, I know it makes my co-workers upset, because obviously they don't want to stay waiting for me to finish my work. Who would, really? But, I'm just lost, I guess. I know that some nights that we'll have good nights and bad nights when it comes to work, but it'd be good to at least make the bad nights more rare, instead of having them on equal ground as my good nights. Alas, I guess there isn't much I can do except keep working and doing my best to get us out of there as quickly as possible.

Alright, well, that blog was rather depressing. And rant-y. If that's a word. As I said, I hate ending these things on a depressing note, so here's a song. It's the Third Eye Blind song I mentioned earlier in my opening paragraph of my blog. Never Let You Go. Here it is.



Later.

It Is A.............Road That.............You GO?

This Is The End, Beautiful Friend. The End.

That song has been literally stuck in my head ever since I saw an ad for the Series Finale of Lost. The song in my title of this blog, I mean. However, the title is actually fitting, because this is indeed the end of my time using Blogger. Yes, I know. Random, right? Well, let's get a few things straight before you freak out/continue not caring. First of all, I'm not deleting this blog and I'm not going to stop blogging. What I've been considering is moving my old posts (or at least some of them, not all the super depressing and upsetting ones, but perhaps some others) to a Tumblr page that I've recently created. And by "recently," I mean "5 minutes ago." Why Tumblr, you ask? Well, I don't know. It seems interesting, in all honesty. And I read a Tumblr post from John Mayer that said he would follow whoever followed him on Tumblr, and I'm a huge fan of John Mayer, so I mean, I'm not gonna pass that chance up. Anyways, I just think Tumblr seems much better than Blogger. No offense to Blogger, because truthfully, Blogger, you've been good to me. But there comes a time where you must move on, and that's what I'm doing.

Like I said, I'm not done blogging in the slightest. In fact, I'm just getting started. *insert winking face here* The reason I'm tell you this is so you can plan accordingly for the change. My new blog/Tumblr page is at the following URL:

http://wisdomofthegriffinwut.tumblr.com/

Once there, you'll be at my new blog.

Of course, what becomes of this blog? Well, I'm not going to delete it because I like a lot of the posts, and like I said, I may post a lot of the posts I've posted here onto my Tumblr page, but time will tell, I suppose.

Thanks for the support and such, and I'll meet you in Tumblrland.

Wow, that sounds lame. Still meet me there despite that horrible play on words. :/

'Till next time.

-Creech.

I'm A Driver, I'm A Winner. Things Are Gonna Change, I Can Feel It.

Remember what I said in my last blog? Yeah. Here's more of that promised debauchery. ;)

So, good news: today was the last day of this semester of college for me. I've finished two semesters of college thus far, which I think is technically a year of college. Go me. Sure, it's a community college, not..........say, Canisius College, but I mean, it's still college, right? Thankfully, I've done well in all of my classes so far and I haven't had any of the dreaded "difficult teachers." I don't know if they're really dreaded, but regardless, all of my teachers thus far have been very cool.

This first year of college has been interesting, though. I've made a few new friends, and of course learned a whole lot of interesting things. I bet you didn't know that the definition of altruism is "doing something with the intent of helping others." Yep. Totally learned that in Psychology. Maybe you did too. If so, cool. But, anyways, I digress. College has been a pretty fun experience thus far and I actually can't wait until the fall to take classes. No, I'm not crazy. What to do now, though? What am I going to do, now that college is done and I'm out until August? Well, I could take a class over the summer.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do over the summer. I'm just taking a bit of a wait and see approach. Probably I shall attempt to hang with a large amount of people I don't really get to hang with often. It'll definitely be interesting, and I plan on making this summer a blast.

-Creech.

I Don't Know Why I'm So Tongue-Tied.

Bonjourno. I think I spelled that right. If not, whatever. Anyways, I changed the name of this blog, again, in case you haven't noticed. I've decided to call it The Griffin's Nest. Why, you ask? Well, I have a Twitter account, which you might've known already if you looked over at the side of this blog's homepage because my Twitter feed, so to speak, is there. Anyways, my name on Twitter is goldengriffin90. To be absolutely honest with you, this has no meaning whatsoever. I didn't go to Canisius College (who's mascot is the Golden Griffin). It's not a lame nickname I had growing up. It's just something random I thought of and it sounded cool, hence why it's my Twitter username. The "90" in goldengriffin90, has significance, though. I was born in 1990. So there. I'm getting off track. As usual. Anyways, back to the point. I decided to change the name because I thought my old title was kinda lame, and my first title (Tales of Misfortune, anyone?) sounded incredibly depressing, and sure, I may have a few blogs that aren't happy sounding, but this blog isn't a frickin' funeral dirge. So, in that sense, I think this new name is a pretty solid name. Sure, it probably seemingly makes no sense whatsoever to most, even after my explanation, but it sounds cool.

Right?

Right.

Here's a link to a picture of a golden griffin. Yes, the link has it spelled "griffon", but trust me, they're wrong. Here it is: http://butterflyeater.com/Golden_Griffon_by_Kipestshin.jpg

More debauchery to come later. Promise.

Later! :D

-Creech.

Myxomatosis.

Hi there! You've come back for yet another enthralling journey on the blog train, I see. Well, strap yourself in, get some of your favorite drinks or snacks, and mellow out, man. Or woman. I'm not sure what demographic this blog caters to. Or what demographic mainly reads my blog. But anyways, haven't blogged for a bit. You know the drill. Me bored. You equally as much. I ramble about how things are going for me, you read it, possibly comment, and the world keeps spinning around. Or the sun keeps spinning around and the Earth just stands still, if you believe in the geocentric model of the solar systems. I'm talking to you, Aristotle. Oooh, look at me. Throwing a bunch of planetary knowledge atcha. Don't know WHAT to do. Anyways, enough solar system facts.

So, the college year is winding down. Excited about that for sure. I've got two finals to do. Science and Psychology. Well, technically, it's PHYSICAL Science and INTRODUCTION TO Psychology, but it's whatev, y'know? I'm kinda worried about the Science final, because we DIDN'T GET A STUDY GUIDE. I repeat, we DIDN'T GET A STUDY GUIDE. Gee, thanks Science teacher. I mean, he told us what was going to be on the test, but it spans like, 10 chapters worth of terms and multiple choice questions and problems, so it would've been nice to get a study guide. But it's whatever. I've done well on all the other tests, so hopefully I can continue with the final as well. Or at least if I fail, then I've got my other tests to override the crappy final. Rock on.

And I've pretty much ran out of things to talk about. Things are going well. I hope it continues. But I'm out for now. Happy May Day. :)

-Creech.

More Def Poetry Jam!

Tell me, true, what’s life like on the 82nd floor?
When people walk in, are your clothes strewn all across the floor?
The room is likely empty, in spite of all your hate
A life of irrelevance was never in debate
The days are much longer, like the nights aren’t even there
Still remember the Autumn sun shining in her hair
Growing tired of the corporation, I cannot live to serve, though
I can live happily knowing we’ll all get what we deserve

I saw something peculiar in that frame, in that frame
I’ve never been the best with names, best with names
Treating sacrilegion as its own four letter word
Yet no one really truly understands

So, tell me true, why’s life so blue on the 82nd floor?
In a private holding cell, so glad to close the door
It’s a mystery to me, indeed, what’s needed to survive
A meaningless existence to some, though they’re still alive

Everyone Gather, Warm Your Soul.

Does my blog title sound inviting? Good, as it should be. Welcome, readers. So, again, it's late and I don't have much to blog about really, but I feel obligated to do so by a nonexistant contract me and this blog have, so here's my blog for the day.

As most people who know me know, I have a horrible problem with worrying. I wouldn't say necessarily it's a mental disorder and it isn't interfering with my life or anything to that extreme, but I am really bad about worrying and things like that, as numerous people have told me. So, after this revelation, I have decided to stop worrying. Probably ridiculous, consider it's impossible to not at least somewhat worry, but sometimes it's just unnecessary. And that's why I'm putting a stop to it. It may take a bit though, unfortunately, because it's been in my nature for so long, but I'm trying not to worry as much and it seems as though things are going much better, therefore I'm continuing. It's good to continue doing things that have results. Boom. Anyways, we'll see how it goes, I 'spose.

Anyways, um...........wow. That blog turned out shorter than I thought it would. Snap. I'm not really sure what to put to fill more space.....

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There.

I'm out for now.

Peace and love.

-Creech.

It's Like A Tree Growin' Outta Ya Body!

I'm back. Either get pumped or cower in fear. Bitches. Sorry, that was unnecessary. My language is rather offensive. Anyways, this is my first blog in awhile, so I shall again ramble to my heart's content and see where that takes me. Hopefully somewhere awesome and obscure, like Montana. Or South Dakota. Those would be cool places. Or maybe I'll just build some property in Pompeii. Dig up some of the ashes and just plant a modular home on it. That'd be cool too. Or maybe I'll just live in a big city, but in an apartment. Like on Seinfeld. Or Friends. Or Flight of the Conchords. If they can do it, why not me, eh?

Anyways, I just recently got my internet back after not having any for a week. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I'm just stating a simple fact. Jeesh. Back off. Ok, totally kiddin'. Haha. But yeah, not having any internet for a week after being so accustomed to having it is rather difficult. Especially seeing as how the internet is my main medium for communicating with people. So, in a sense, when my internet goes away, I go into an unwanted period of exile. Well, sort of. I do still have my cellphone, so it's not really exile, but I thought it was a cool comparison.

I've recently gotten into a new song by a band by the name of Pavement. It's called Cut Your Hair. I might be out of the loop on this song/band, but I just discovered it a week ago, and it's the perfect song for aimlessly driving around the town, as I did yesterday. Here it is for your listening pleasure:



I feel that the chorus is probably the catchiest thing ever, but maybe that's just me. It gets stuck in my head rather easily.

Speaking of things that got stuck in my head rather easily, I was watching Late Night with Jimmy Fallon Monday night, and saw the most joyfully ridiculous thing. Plus the song got stuck in my head easily. As most people who know me know, I love Late Night with Jimmy Fallon because of how frequently ridiculous it is, but this for some reason made me lose it from laughter. Here it is:



Awesome, right? I had the "tree growing out of your body" part in my head all day the next day. And still do today, actually. So unbelieveably awesome. Thank you, Fallon.

Well, I'm out of things to say in this blog, so I'll depart for now. Lata! :D

-Creech.