Seeing Red

I'm going to apologize for the complete and utter randomness of this post ahead of time.

Who doesn't like a day off of work? Well, I could've used the money, but I can sacrifice that $72 for sleeping in late, laying out on the lake, and grilling some chicken...delicious.

I had a good workout today. But I can't wait CANT WAIT until I get back to a weightroom with heavy dumbbells. Right now I'm using plates for dumbbells. I always start off the week good in terms of weightlifting and working out. But then I get lazy as the week goes on. I don't know why it's so much harder here at home than it is at school. Sure in college it was my job. But at high school I had no problem weightlifting every day. Weird. I guess I'll have to work on that motivation thing.

So I think my videocard in my computer just kinda blew itself out today. So I'm trying to figure stuff out in terms of if I should build a new desktop. If I get a new laptop I will have a computer. But I will only have so much storage. That becomes a problem because I have ALOT of stuff on my computer. So I'm not sure where exactly to go with that yet. It'll help when I can actually go apply for loans to see how feasible the new laptop idea is. But I can't do that until I get all my financial aid stuff back from Bethany. Geez.

Question - is it geez or jeez? Or is it personal preference? I always wondered...

Song: The Afters - Beautiful Love

Educated Guesses and Uneducated Opinions

Opinion Columns, Writers getting paid to rant. Here's an opinion. The majority of opinion columns are uselessly taking up space in the newspaper.

What’s the problem? Uneducated authors. These people don’t do their research before writing about whatever seems to be on their mind at the moment. I guess this could define the majority of bloggers out there also. The thing is, bloggers don’t get paid to write what they write.

You want opinions? I’ll give you opinions, so will 5 million other bloggers out there. The funny thing is I bet you could find bloggers who, without getting paid, would gladly write opinion articles for a weekly newspaper. Even better, they’d even do a little bit of research beforehand.

Now before I go any further I’d like to bring into the picture one fact that I’ve so far left out. In this article that I read the author even mentioned that she did not no much about the topic and that the little research she did she did not understand.

So in her defense, Halfway through her article, she at least warns you that it is utterly useless. So, my guess, I won’t be reading her articles anymore. Unless it’s out of sheer curiosity to find out what kind of stupid crap she churns out week after week. That’s my educated guess at least. Anybody have some uneducated opinions they want to throw at me on this?

Song: Josh Gracin - Favorite State of Mind

Do They?

I'll write a real entry soon. I'm loving music lately though. I really wish I had an awesome voice so I could just sing all the time. But for now I'll post lyrics.

Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
Theres pictures of you and I on the walls around me the way that it was and should have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away

Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.

Would it help if i turned a sad song on
"All by Myself" would sure hit me hard, now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way

Cause I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.

oOOo

Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with this pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.

Song: Keith Urban - Tonight I Wanna Cry

Don't Worry...Be Happy

I really have nothing to write about but I really really like this song:

Dancin' where the stars go blue
Dancin' where the evening fell
Dancin' in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin' out on 7th street
Dancin' through the underground
Dancin' little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
The stars go blue, stars go blue

Song: Tim McGraw - When The Stars go Blue

Isn't Happy Monday an Oxymoron?

So on my way to work this morning (at 6AM) I realize that it's cold and I forgot my sweatshirt on the kitchen table and that I'll probably be working in a warehouse. I stop at WalMart on the way there to grab a cheap sweatshirt. And WalMart...WALMART...doesn't have sweatshirts. Some of the most basic human attire and freakin WalMart doesn't have it? So I bought a $7-on-clearance track jacket. Once I put it on outside the store I realize that it's on clearance because wearing it feels like wearing razor blades.

So then I get to work and find out I'll be workin on the computers all day and it was all for naught. I went back after work and returned the jacket and got a new wallet, and graham crackers which I am eating right now. They're delicious.

Thinking about how much money I am going to make this summer and how I am going to do absolutely nothing with it kinda sucks. It's great to save. But with my 'spending' money after I save most of it, I will buy...who knows...but it probably will be something that is pretty damn useless and not that entertaining. Then again, that probably won't be too bad either, because then my 'spending money' for the summer can be used for spending money during the school year when I actually have people to do stuff with. I think I'm going to get one of those countdown things for my computer until school starts...kinda sad that that's what gives the summer meaning.

Oh yeah...Just a little something I saw on someone else's blog that I wrote a comment on over there. Figured I might as well put it here too.

This is what they posted: If only more guys were like Jim from The Office or Mr. Darcy....

This is what I wrote: OOoooo do I hate it when girls say stuff like if only guys were like this guy or that guy from this tv show or that movie...Not because some guys aren't.

But because a guy can do absolutely everything he can think of to be that kind of guy from that tv show or movie and then that same girl who wanted that kind of guy so bad decides she'd rather still pick the guy who treats her like shit and could care less about her. And THEN they have the nerve to complain about how much that guy treats her like shit and doesn't care.

My little rants over now...thats one of those things that really pisses me off really bad though.

Song: Teddy Geiger - For You I Will (Confidence)

Tell Me Something I Haven't Read

I almost just cut myself...I was trying to close a pocket knife and the knife part just swung out. Anyways...

I got the newspaper today. On the front page of the 'Perspectives' section was an article entitled 'Online and Outraged.' This article was about a woman who would write about, well, basically, how much she hated the republican party.

So I ask, how does this get onto the front page of a newspaper? If I talked about how much I disliked the fact that the US keeps digging itself further and further into debt without even thinking about the future at all do I warrant an article on the front page?

Maybe I should talk about oil prices and how the per barrel prices are supposedly going down yet the gas station prices stay the same. Or how the new alternatives that the Department of Energy are researching need to begin to be implemented now not 20 years from now.

What I'm curious to address though is not how I can become more popular on this blog but why do people even read any blogs? Well, I guess it's one form of time-wasting entertainment. But why do people care so much about other people's opinions? It seems like people just go to read something without so much as their own opinion in mind and come out full of fiery vigor ardent to kill anyone who opposes the opinion that was presented in the piece they just read.

Be your own person. Don't just adopt opinions and views because you read them. Learn from them, add them to your ideas. Then we can talk.

Song: Cascada - Everytime We Touch

I Can't Find Myself Again

So Here I stand
On nothing but air
Waiting for you
And life to be fair

But here's the truth
Life loved you first

Now here I lay
Dreaming of you
And things we used to do
But for me life never changed
Everything there was was simply rearranged

And this I know
I'd always go
To hell and back for you

Here's the spot
Take the plunge
This is what I do

Cause here's the truth
Life loved you first
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I thought I figured it out
This time there was no doubt

Last I saw you standing there
I try to pretend that I dont even care

But this is the thing
That I'll tell you today
I don't know if I'll ever be okay

Because the longer I wait for you
More stupid things I'm bound to do

And I try to figure out...you
What you're always thinkin about...me
When you hear my name
When you see my face
What's runnin through your brain
And is that always the case?

And I wish I could know
What's in your head
When you close your eyes
Lyin in your bed

So here I stand
Guessin again

And here I wait
Again and again and again
Waitin for you

And I try to figure out...you
what you're always thinkin about...me
When you hear my name
When you see my face
What's runnin through your brain
And is that always the case?

And I try to figure out...you
What you're always thinkin about...me
When I hear your name
Is is always the case?
Because I see that doubt hiding in your face