randomidiot (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} randomidiot) wrote,@ 2006-10-03 21:26:00 |
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Mindless Blatherings
There once was man from Nantuckett-no, that's not right.
Here I sit broken hearted… nope, not that one either.
Hmm, what should I write about? I have no idea, so I'm going to just write and hope it sounds halfway entertaining. If not, who cares, nobody has to read this shit anyways, right? I can always press that little square key that says Delete on it if I decide this rambling isn't worth anybody's time. Then again, what is worth people's time? Who am I to judge what is or isn't worth people's time? Maybe what I find to be a waste of time someone else thinks is brilliant?
Interesting questions, aren't they? Reminds me of Jim Miller's old question about colors. I believe it goes something along the lines of "What if everybody sees colors differently, and, while everybody agrees the sky is blue, what is what you see is red is the color I see is blue?"
Sorry if I bastardized that question Jim…
In a week and a half I finally turn 25. Finally? Hmm, maybe that's not a good word to use. It does seem as if just yesterday I turned 21 and was legal to drink. And just last week I was getting kicked out of school for doing some stupid shit that I should have never bothered with. Hell, it was just a month ago that I met my dad for the first time.
Interesting how time flies, isn't it?
I turn 25 in ten days. Twenty five years I've been meandering my way around this place we call Earth. Er, well, technically I've only been wandering around Chicagoland, but still… you get the point.
What have I accomplished in these 25 years? Two training seminars for Kolbe Windows and Doors. I have the plaques for them hanging on my wall at work. A high school diploma, that I haven't looked at since the day I received it. A car that I don't drive because I'm afraid of putting miles on it. A job I don't like all that much, but that I'm planning on staying with because it pays well. A family that, something tells me, wouldn't miss me much more than a month if I suddenly disappeared one day.
Kind of depressing isn't it? I should probably think up some of the good stuff to add in there so I don't look like that emo kid everybody hates. You know which one I'm talking about. The one that sits in very public places writing whiney songs that only other emo kids like himself will like. The one who always wears long sleeves even in 90 degree weather so nobody will see the butterknife scratches on his arms that he's hiding so he doesn't get chucked in a loony bin.
And that brings me to music. I'm a music lover at heart, really. I can find the good in almost every type of music. Rap, rock, metal, pop, country… I like them all. I'm not a fan of the Blues though. I know, I know, I'm a Chicagoan and I don't like the Blues. There should be a movie about it. Hmmm…
The one type of music I hate is emo. Dashboard Confessional and the like. While I find nothing wrong at all with crying, I find it a bit odd for people to openly whine about it and make millions of dollars by doing so. It's like the emo fans are telling whiney bitches that it's cool to whine and cry about how tough life is.
Suck it up. We all deal with life, and it sucks for all of us. Don't whine to me, that's what a pillow is for.
Speaking of music, I was roadie for a day on Saturday. Kristen's dad's band was playing a show locally, and he asked me if I wanted to play roadie. He figured that I would enjoy it based on a 15 minute conversation almost a month ago about music. Interesting he could tell that much about me from that quick of a conversation, right? Especially since I was drunk at the time.
Then again, I don't recall one time during that 5 day period I was down in Tennessee that I WASN'T drunk. Not to say I don't remember much of what happened while I was down there. On the contrary. I can recall introducing everybody to "Naked Sean" the first night everybody was there. And Sarah's brother in law Alex (that one Mexican guy) going to Wal-Mart at 2 am to get stuff so he could make us all a kick ass meal of fajitas and beans and such. I also remember that hot peppers that have been grilled REALLY FUCKING BURN… more so than a regular pepper. Don't believe me? Try it sometime.
I remember Adam agreeing to be Sarah's husband forever by saying "Yeah, sure." And how everybody laughed their ass off at it. And also how everybody walked past me asking if I was the Secret Service, lol.
I remember dancing with Kristen's younger sister, although thankfully, she didn't have a purse to whack me in the gonads with like Heidi did.
OK, I'm going to end this mindless blathering now. I don't know if anybody will find this interesting, but please leave a comment and tell me what you think. Good or bad, I welcome it all.
There once was man from Nantuckett-no, that's not right.
Here I sit broken hearted… nope, not that one either.
Hmm, what should I write about? I have no idea, so I'm going to just write and hope it sounds halfway entertaining. If not, who cares, nobody has to read this shit anyways, right? I can always press that little square key that says Delete on it if I decide this rambling isn't worth anybody's time. Then again, what is worth people's time? Who am I to judge what is or isn't worth people's time? Maybe what I find to be a waste of time someone else thinks is brilliant?
Interesting questions, aren't they? Reminds me of Jim Miller's old question about colors. I believe it goes something along the lines of "What if everybody sees colors differently, and, while everybody agrees the sky is blue, what is what you see is red is the color I see is blue?"
Sorry if I bastardized that question Jim…
In a week and a half I finally turn 25. Finally? Hmm, maybe that's not a good word to use. It does seem as if just yesterday I turned 21 and was legal to drink. And just last week I was getting kicked out of school for doing some stupid shit that I should have never bothered with. Hell, it was just a month ago that I met my dad for the first time.
Interesting how time flies, isn't it?
I turn 25 in ten days. Twenty five years I've been meandering my way around this place we call Earth. Er, well, technically I've only been wandering around Chicagoland, but still… you get the point.
What have I accomplished in these 25 years? Two training seminars for Kolbe Windows and Doors. I have the plaques for them hanging on my wall at work. A high school diploma, that I haven't looked at since the day I received it. A car that I don't drive because I'm afraid of putting miles on it. A job I don't like all that much, but that I'm planning on staying with because it pays well. A family that, something tells me, wouldn't miss me much more than a month if I suddenly disappeared one day.
Kind of depressing isn't it? I should probably think up some of the good stuff to add in there so I don't look like that emo kid everybody hates. You know which one I'm talking about. The one that sits in very public places writing whiney songs that only other emo kids like himself will like. The one who always wears long sleeves even in 90 degree weather so nobody will see the butterknife scratches on his arms that he's hiding so he doesn't get chucked in a loony bin.
And that brings me to music. I'm a music lover at heart, really. I can find the good in almost every type of music. Rap, rock, metal, pop, country… I like them all. I'm not a fan of the Blues though. I know, I know, I'm a Chicagoan and I don't like the Blues. There should be a movie about it. Hmmm…
The one type of music I hate is emo. Dashboard Confessional and the like. While I find nothing wrong at all with crying, I find it a bit odd for people to openly whine about it and make millions of dollars by doing so. It's like the emo fans are telling whiney bitches that it's cool to whine and cry about how tough life is.
Suck it up. We all deal with life, and it sucks for all of us. Don't whine to me, that's what a pillow is for.
Speaking of music, I was roadie for a day on Saturday. Kristen's dad's band was playing a show locally, and he asked me if I wanted to play roadie. He figured that I would enjoy it based on a 15 minute conversation almost a month ago about music. Interesting he could tell that much about me from that quick of a conversation, right? Especially since I was drunk at the time.
Then again, I don't recall one time during that 5 day period I was down in Tennessee that I WASN'T drunk. Not to say I don't remember much of what happened while I was down there. On the contrary. I can recall introducing everybody to "Naked Sean" the first night everybody was there. And Sarah's brother in law Alex (that one Mexican guy) going to Wal-Mart at 2 am to get stuff so he could make us all a kick ass meal of fajitas and beans and such. I also remember that hot peppers that have been grilled REALLY FUCKING BURN… more so than a regular pepper. Don't believe me? Try it sometime.
I remember Adam agreeing to be Sarah's husband forever by saying "Yeah, sure." And how everybody laughed their ass off at it. And also how everybody walked past me asking if I was the Secret Service, lol.
I remember dancing with Kristen's younger sister, although thankfully, she didn't have a purse to whack me in the gonads with like Heidi did.
OK, I'm going to end this mindless blathering now. I don't know if anybody will find this interesting, but please leave a comment and tell me what you think. Good or bad, I welcome it all.
