I Wanna Be Your Crystal Baller.

Greetings, everyone. What's up? Not much? Cool, man, cool. That's my jam. I guess you didn't really set me up to use "that's my jam" in this one-sided conversation, but regardless, I said it. Anyways, this blog is going to be a semi-rant about love and a girl I've been friends with for nearly half a decade. Sound fun? Let's rock.

Well, as I said, there's a girl who I've been really good friends with for the last roughly 5 years or so. I first started talking to her during the middle of my freshman year in high school and now we're both in college. She lives about 10 minutes away from me, so I get to see her quite often. Now, we've been friends for a while, and we have a ton in common despite not having much in common, if that makes any sense at all. We just click for whatever reason, despite us having totally different interests. I can't really explain it, but I just really enjoy spending time with her and talking to her, and I really trust her, and well, she makes me feel better when things are crap, more or less. Haha.

I also happen to really like her. But here's the thing: I have no idea how she feels about me, but she has rejected me before. Not very promising, I know. :/ However, the last time I told her I liked her was well over 2 years ago, and we've hung out a ton since then, so me, being to eternal optimist I try to be, is trying to keep some semblance of hope that maybe she'll like me in return. But, yeah, I don't know if she does.

Now, you're probably just thinking "well, if you like her, ask her, you f*&king dumbski," right? Yeah, that's likely what I should do. However, I have a genuine fear of...............now, I'm gonna stop you. I'm actually not afraid of rejection, oddly enough. Because, as I've said, it happens and it's happened before, but what I fear more is her reaction. Like, I'm afraid she'll get weirded out by me liking her or whatever and then be like "I don't want to hang with you anymore" and all. I don't know. I've asked some people, and well, I've gotten reactions anywhere from "why are you still persuing her? lol friendzone'd!" to "may as well go for it. The worst she can do is reject you again, right?" Basically, I'm at a loss of what to do.

This blog doesn't really have much of a purpose. I just really have been bothered by this a lot recently and haven't been sure what to do, so I figured I'd rant on it on my blog. Feel free to skip all this if you want. It's just me ranting essentially. Anyways, rant over.

Peace and love.

My Little Dream, Working The Machine.

Empire Ants by Gorillaz. Such an amazing song. That's where this blog's title comes from, my dear Watson. <- Sherlock Holmes reference. You need a mop? You know, to clean your mind up from where it just got BLOWN!?!?!?! Eh, screw it. Nevermind. Bad joke. We shall move on.

Anyways, in today's blog, we're going to talk about me getting out of the house. Haha. Long story short, I have this weekend off work, so what I'd like to do, since I'm recovered from my surgery and all and have no work and all my homework done, is to get out of the house. I honestly don't care what I go do, but I want to hang out with people. Preferably people I like. Well, not saying that I hate certain people. Because.........eh, nevermind. You know what I mean. But yeah, my plan is to find something to do this weekend. That's the goal. Hopefully all goes well.

Wish me luck.

Yep, that's all for now. It's hard to find stuff to do when I'm on my computer all day. ;) I'm out. I may be back later. It's hard to say. Alligator. Now I'll go away.

Unintentionally rhyming FTW!

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.

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.

There's A Crowd Outside Calling For Our Lives.

Hey guys. So, yeah. Um.........I'm back? Yeah. I'm back. Sup? Well, I kinda lost interest in blogging, and frankly really haven't had much to blog about, but it's been about three weeks, and I have a few things to blog about. So this blog will be somewhat long. Or at least longer than my last blog. Which granted, was only a paragraph, but whatever. Small victories, people.

So, if I haven't been blogging, then what have I been up to? Well, in all honesty, not as much as I'd like to admit. Really not a whole lot. Sucks. Yesterday, however, I did go to Indianapolis for pretty much the entire day. Which was pretty awesome. The reason I went, not so much awesome. Had to go to schedule a surgery. What for? Well, let's just say that if I were to tell you in detail, or even not really in detail, you would regret me telling you. Let's go with that. Anyways, I had to go there and get a surgery scheduled. A slightly more major surgery than my last ones, but a surgery nonetheless. And if memory serves correctly, it will be in August sometime. Probably around the beginning of August. Which is still a ways away, but regardless. As I said in my now-deleted Tumblr page, I'm actually fairly nervous about my surgery, actually. I have faith that all will go well though and I'll be back to my normal self in a couple of weeks, so hopes for all of that.

I've also recently got back in touch with somebody. Someone whom I haven't had a substantial amount of contact with since I graduated, but I've always been close with, even though we're literally nothing alike. We hung out this past weekend (well, only on Friday, but still) and I had a fantastic time. Even though all we did was rent movies, buy candy, and then watch the aforementioned rented movies, I still had a really enjoyable time. Will we ever end up dating or in a relationship? I really could care less. I'm just glad we're still close and that we can hang out and all that jazz.

Other than that, really I've just been working and enjoying time off from my classes, which has been nice. I've also been getting out of the house and hanging with people, which has also been good, as numerous blogs complaining about how I wanted to get out and hang out will attest to. But, alas, that's pretty much essentially it. There's other events that have happened, but those are the two that I wanted to mention most. Both happened within the last week, so they're fresh in my memory. So, there's that too. But whatever.

Anyways, I'm out.

She Puts The Weights Into My Heart.

Interpol. That's the band that the title of this blog comes from. The song is Obstacle 1. Here it is if you want to listen:



Good, right? I thought so too. Anyways, here's the blog. I actually started on this blog about a week ago, and then stopped and never finished it, but saved it in my drafts. But now I'm finally getting around to posting it, so here it is in its unchanged glory. Enjoy.

Ok, totally honest here: I actually had it copied and ready to paste, and then when I copied the video embedding link thing to this blog, it totally disappeared. Which sucks because I also deleted the original blog. FML. :/ Oh, well.

Art imitates life.

Catch you in a few, homies?

-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.

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

April Showers Bring A S@#tload of Rain.

First blog of April. Finally. Well, it's only been a few days, but whatever. Rock and roll.

Let me start off by saying that I am nervous as hell.

Why, you ask? Well, there's this girl. And for the last few months, we've made plans to see each other, but for various reason have been unable to do so. But now, finally, I believe that I've made a breakthrough, for lack of a better term. Circumstances have finally worked themselves out to where we can see each other. I'll have gas to transport, we both have free time, and pretty much, overall, it appears that I will finally, barring some insane circumstances, get to see her.

Of course, you know me, I will naturally worry about these "insane circumstances." I've just been asking myself so many questions. What if she doesn't want to see me? What if my car messes up? What if I, for some other reason, unable to go? What if I get lost on the way to her house? I don't know. I'm probably just worrying myself far too much about this. I guess I'm just nervous. Because after such a long time of not being able to, I finally am able to see her. And I'm just afraid that she's completely lost interest in seeing me. Which I of course hope isn't the case, but..........eh, I don't know. I'm rambling. And I worry far too much about things, as I said. It's likely nothing, but it's human nature for me to be nervous.

All I can do is hope for the best.

Lata. :D

-Creech.

Delicious and Piping Hot In Only Three Microwave Minutes.

I am facing a dilemma.

As most of you likely know, I finally acquired a job earlier this year. My plan with having this job was twofold: 1). to help pay for my phone and 2). to give me some gas money and such. Well, currently, with me having school during the week, I'm only able to work during the weekends, and usually work only about 1 or 2 days tops, which doesn't give me much money to work with.

Therefore, I am going to start applying other places in hopes of getting a, for lack of a better term, better job. Not that I hate my current job, because I actually don't have any problems with it. It's just that I would like a job where I can make a bit more cash so I can spend more time with people.

Then again, herein lies the problem: if I get another job and work more, logically, I would have less free time, therefore, how will I be able to hang out with people? With school and this new job with more hours, it's going to be insanely difficult, no doubt. It just kinda sucks because I barely have any free time as it is, at least to hang out with the people close to me. As I have said in previous blogs of mine, I only really have a few people close to me in my life anymore, and I guess I'm just scared of losing them because of me working.

So, I guess I'm just lost as to what I should do. Not really "lost," I guess, but moreso like.......eh, I'm not really sure. I'm uncertain, I guess. If I continue with my job, I won't have much gas money to hang out with friends, and then again, if I get a different job and make more money, sure, I'll have gas money, but will I have free time? It's a moral dilemma, definitely. I'm going to work my hardest at this though, and hopefully it won't be as bad as I'm making it out to be.

Yeah, all of that confusion only for me to find a resolution. You're welcome. ;)

-Creech.

Clouds Stop And Move Above Me, Too Bad They Can't Help Me.

It seems that most of my blogs lately have been the result of being bummed out for God knows what reasons and a substantial amount of overthinking, basically. I've been thinking basically about how real life can just..........consume us, you know?

This is something I'd pretty much known, but never fully realized until now. For example, I was having a bad night and took out my frustrations on this girl I used to talk to and hung out with one day, and after that day we hung out, she barely spoke to me after that. I thought it was because she hated me or something like that, but she told me that she also barely talks to anyone because work and all of that takes up much of their life, and I was just like "what the hell?" Who am I to get angry at her? But anyways, it just sucks that life has to be like this.

Like, ever since high school, I've lost a lot of what I had in high school. I had a large amount of friends, which sounds arrogant, this I know, but I talked to a lot of people and hung out with numerous people, but now I barely talk to anybody anymore. It just sucks and it's absolute bullshit that work and college have to take away our lives, you know? I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer or anything like that, but I just hate this so much. And I'm not the only one, I'm sure.

Then again, a lot of people who work and have school find time to be with friends and people they love, so I suppose it goes both ways. Hehe. You know you're thinking something dirty. Pervs. :P

Anyways, I'll end this blog for now. Just some thoughts of mine. Later.

-Creech.

Kid A, Kid A.

I probably could've thrown this in with my last blog, but I figured I would split it up into two different blogs. Alright? Alright! So, last night, as I said, I went and hung out with friends, which I greatly enjoyed. You knew that. Anyways, after I hung out for a while, I debated on heading home, considering it was about 2 in the morning and all. Well, I decided to drive around for a bit, and it was a pretty surreal thing to do, not going to lie. I don't know what it is. I guess it's the feeling of freedom and being able to drive and how there's nobody around except for you and the road. I can't precisely explain it. It's a great stress reliever, actually. Which I suppose doesn't really seem to make sense, considering it's just me driving around at night in a small town, but regardless, it's definitely a tremendous feeling, and I would completely be up for doing it again. It's just not comparable to driving around a bigger city like.........New York City? Yeah, it's a big city. I wasn't doubting it was, I just wanted to think of a better example. Oh well.

Plus I was driving home to We Will Rock You and We Are The Champions, so that probably helped the whole "epicness" of what occured.

Anyways, I just felt like sharing that. Bye for now!

-Creech.

I Hope You Don't Mind If I Go Out Speaking The King's.

Howdy. So, I'm incredibly bored, and it's late, so I'm blogging. No, it's not a quarter after one. I'm not drunk, and contrary to what Lady Antebellum says, I don't need you know. That song annoys me. I don't need you, Lady Antebellum. Alas, I digress. I don't really know what to blog about, honestly. This tends to be a common problem with me. Oh well.

Lately, I've been doing a lot of thinking. *alert* I've realized that I have only loved two girls in my life, both of them completely different from one another. One, whom I met a little over a year ago and am super close with, has everything in common with me seemingly, and the other, whom I met 4 years ago and am still good friends with, has almost nothing in common with me. Yet, somehow, I think both of them are amazing. I just thought to myself "how could I fall for two girls that are completely different for one another?" and then it hit me: this love thing is actually real. And people who say it isn't are complete morons and should be stabbed in the face with a pitchfork. Maybe not that, but it's stupid if you don't believe in love. To each their own, I guess.

Love is a concept that numerous people have tried to explain with limited success or absolute success, depending on who you ask. I can't even describe it, to be completely honest with you. It's strange, because I've hung out with numerous girls and I've dated numerous girls, all of which are great in their own ways, don't get me wrong, but I've never felt a connection like the one I felt with these two girls 4 years ago and one year ago respectably. I guess love is just one of those things that just.........happens, you know? It's funny to think about. On one side, we have relationships that last for minutes, and then on the other, we hear about couples celebrating their 50th and 60th anniversaries. How does love work?

Bottom line is this: love just exists. Trying to argue otherwise is futile and you're essentially debasing the idea that two people can be in love for such a period of time. I can only hope that I can be the person celebrating his 60th anniversary, looking my love in her eyes, and saying "I love you", and still, after so much time has passed, meaning it as much as I did the moment I first saw her.

That's just love, man.

I'm out.

-Creech.

Spineless Bastards.

Nice title, right? Yeah, I thought so too. It's a lyric from a Smiths song. Called The Headmaster Ritual. Badass title, right? Yep. I thought so as well. It doesn't have any significance

So, I have no idea what to do anymore. That sounds really stupid and emo, so I'll take it back. But without backspacing because it makes my blog look more legit if I just ramble, as we established. *wink* But, I don't know. I'm so confused about everything. Just so many things are happening at once in my life and it's annoying the crap out of me, for lack of a better term. Last year, I was excited about graduating and starting a "new life", so to speak, and now, at this point, I'm miserable. Not necessarily miserable, because I absolutely realize things could be incredibly worse, but I'm just....dissatisfied. College tends to stress me out more often than not, having a job is good and I have no problems with the place I work, but it takes away a lot of my free time that I'd like to use to hang out with friends and whatnot.

Just, I guess, sometimes, I wish I could return to high school, which I never thought I would say, believe me, but I am. I had virtually no worries my Senior year. Everything was as perfect as could be, for the most part. I had numerous friends and I actually enjoyed going to school every day. *shudder* But now, things are so much different. I'm only incredibly close to three or four people anymore, and I hate that.

I don't want to whine or complain or anything of that nature, and I realize that it sounds like I am. But I've just grown tired of the way my life is going right now, and I guess I'm just lamenting on a return to simpler times. I pretty much hate everything about how things are going, and I really do want to change things. I know my situation isn't hopeless or anything of that nature.


As, I always say:

Rant over.

-Creech.

Untitled.

Hi there. So, this blog is actually going to be somewhat serious for once, which is odd for me, I realize, but last weekend, something kind of odd happened that gave me a really weird feeling. I know this sounds like it doesn't make sense whatsoever, but I'll explain.

As you may know, I work at a nursing home in town. I don't actually see the actual residents there all that much, because my main job is washing dishes, but I still see them enough to know who a lot of them are. Well, one day last weekend, as I was getting off of work, I walked up to the front of the building to use the restroom before I left. As I was walking up to the front, I saw one of the residents in a wheelchair, just sitting and staring out the front door. And, naturally, I wonder what was going through his mind. What would go through a person's mind if they were sent, for one reason or another, to a nursing home? I'm sure a lot of people have gotten used to it after being there for an extended period of time, but I couldn't imagine after so many years of being at home, being sent to a place with a bunch of strangers.

So, this blog didn't really have much of a point, I suppose. I just had been thinking about this for awhile, and it has, as stupid as this probably sounds, changed my perspective on life in a really odd sort of way. I'm not even sure why, but it was an odd experience to say the least, and I won't soon forget it.

-Creech.

Ignorance Never Ceases To Amaze Me.

Hello there. So, if you're reading this, and chances are you are(n't), this is just something that has somewhat confused me to an extent. I'm probably incorrect on my terming of this (ignorance, I mean), but it's seemingly the only word that's come to mind, so that's what I'll call it. If you don't like it....well.......too bad. Yeah.

Anyways, have you ever met someone who says one thing, yet does another thing? For example, my sister prides herself on, for lack of a better term, not caring what people think of her. She pretty much does whatever the hell she wants and could care less what people think about. Well, recently, she absolutely conflicted herself. I'll briefly explain: she started going out with this kid at her school, and broke up with him a few days later. Her reasoning? "All of my friends said he was ugly."

Now, allow me to rewind here for a moment.

.......broke up with him a few days later. Her reasoning? "All of my friends said he was ugly."

This coming from the girl who doesn't listen to what others think. What?!

And another example: this girl that I know was talking to me about how she's thinking about trying to go out with this guy. She says she thinks he likes her and that she likes him, so she said she was considering having someone ask him out. I suggested asking him out herself. Her reply was this: "i'm so tired of chasing after guys." What in the hell?! You went on about how you wanted to be with this guy, and now, all of a sudden, you don't want to chase after him? Huh.

I'll never understand how the human minds works. Maybe Psychology will assist in me trying to understand why people do completely different things than they say.

Or not.

-Creech.