Throughout the soon to be completed two semesters of college, I've had my share of high times and low times. I've come across separate cases in which I came to a consensus of what i was progressing to with my education. But it was a facade. I've had a rocky start to my collegiate experience grade wise and have tried to come up with an explanation on why this could be. I'm very intelligent (i say that humbly), I am not a very lazy person when it comes to due dates, and I have an awful lot of pride in my work. But all of these qualities that seemed to come to me so effortlessly now have become something I need to cherish more. I've experienced many "pep talks" to but it lightly to get my act together by parents and caring friends, which has resonated with me and I do understand the consequences and possibilities that correspond with my actions from here on out. The reoccurring problem seems to be that I can't get myself to really put a worth while effort into my school work. I know with every neuron firing in my brain that I need to continue to get my act together but there is something missing. And walking through campus today bumping "Mia Wallace" in my headphones, i came to the realization that the reason I've been performing so poorly is that i don't know what I'm working toward. I have no idea what I'm going to be doing in 5 years and it irratates me that i don't have a clear cut idea of what the purpose of my education is. I know the broad consensus idea of attending a university is to get some type of degree that will help you get a career and have a domino effect on the future of any student that leads to their destiny. But what about me? I can say with complete honesty there is not one student at the U or anyone that thinks about the world the way I do, so I can't put myself into the cliche model of students I see on a daily basis. I started to ask myself the question 'why am I here', and I continually come up blank. I feel like I am running with no finish line, and could be studying with a lack of a finish line for another year. I have never thought about my future because in my opinion, it is a scary subject. Freshman year already seems like forever ago and high school feels like ancient history and my life shows no sign of decreasing in its pace. If I start veering my vision farther toward the future I may lose sight of the present. So, in the mean time, I look for inspiration which feels like looking for a skyscraper in the corn fields of Iowa. I want it to stick out like a sore thumb so that I can say "this is my goal and here are my steps in achieving it" but that, as I have come to realize, is not how life works.
This is just a burp of a random thought that I have had on my mind for some time and needed to organize it into a outline to make sense of it. I hope who ever reads this can relate, if not to the college part, to some other concern in their life and help them with their life. If not, it helped me so what ever.
Subscribe To My Blog
Posts
All Comments
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Monday, November 14, 2011
Purple Nuts
Its been almost a year since I've decided to find this site again and continue the wittiness and comedy that this blog brought to all the boys and girls. By this point your blue balls (metaphorically or truthfully) have become purple, and if they truthfully have, i recommend at the least a trip to the doctor cause last time i checked, purple could mean you have something potentially erroneous with you.
Considering I have been through a lot this year alone, I don't know what i want this post to revolve around. I've left home, got in trouble with the law, got my ass kicked, got my parents still over my shoulder, left most of my good friends growing up (definitely took them for granted at the moment when they were closest) and have successfully transitioned from my safe, predictable day to day to a higher variety in my every day life. I've had a broad group of people asking me questions about life as a college student and expect nothing but partying and new friends everywhere you go. The sad reality is the amount of effort you have to put forth in order for all these false assumptions to occur. The work here is very interminable. Friends aren't difficult to come by (it helps that i talk to anyone that comes my way) but finding friends that you trust as much as you did in the four years in high school is awfully problematic. Especially at Eastview, you will have a clique you associate yourself with more then others, which creates a very strong bond between the people in the same group. Mine would start with Hunter, Freddy, and Peter; the friends that have been through literally everything with me over so much time, time seems to be irrelevant. My new friends that i acquired eventually was Jyak, Galloway, and Supe. You spend four years becoming so close to a select amount of people, the people you meet become inapplicable to be more then friends. I've heard it from almost everyone I've talked to that they consistantly wish that they would obtain people familiar to the ones they have, which i understand. My stand is that while your here, they are over there. While your talking to him, they are talking to them. My point is that, the reason that you picked a certain college, is because you considered it the optimal way to further your life and start to mold your future. I just don't understand why so many people don't give the people they will be with for the next years of there life a chance. I am, to an extent, hypocritical in this regard because ive been trying to get Freddy and Jyak to live with me for next year, but that doesn't mean that if they don't i will wallow over it. It bugs me because people from different schools have the same perception of strangers on their same campus, i won't be able to branch out as much as i promised myself going into school.
I have realized how much high school impacted my decisions that i make recently. So far I'm personally a little disappointed how much pointless socializing happens on the weekend, particularly at night. I enjoyed in high school that i could go over to someones house (usually it would be my own) and have sober conversations with people that actually wanted to know me more longer then a song is on in a frat. Weekend socializing is practically pointless because all the girls go out with the intention of having the highest skirt and telling people they wont black out and be annoying, yet that is always the outcome. Having a meaningful conversation with a girl who is pretty is too ambitious because right away they have the assumption that you are trying to hook up. Sure seeing every frat pledge at the U has convinced me that girls aren't 100% wrong, but with them small percent who like getting to know people for the right reason, it becomes increasingly difficult. And I just don't wanna give the effort to try and say all the right things in order to have a cool story to tell the bros the next day. Only when I'm with girls I know is when i get off on the right foot, even if I'm the most polite gentleman (which i aspire to be to everyone) they will always think you have that hidden intention. Weekends are tight a*f at the U and i can not see myself going anywhere else in the world, plus these events happen no matter what campus your on, just venting a little bit.
Surprisingly, the Earl you know and love is in the process of producing his own mix tape (ill give you time to collect your lost breathe). Considering i have no care in the world about what anyone else thinks of it, you shouldn't try to compare me to the likes of Jyak, Devers, or John Daniel. I started writing it when I realized I had so much more free time then i did in past years, and felt like i wanted to write down my thoughts. The seriousness is there but not in the sense that i want you to respect me as a rapper, rather respect me as a person and idealize my life perceptions and take it into your consideration in your every day life. It is very personal, which was the number one goal, I want people to know my life story because i consider it interesting enough. If not, it helped me collect my thoughts in the way that these lengthy blog posts help me vent and release things that if i was in a regular conversation i wouldn't think of to say all at once. I will write a post explaining every song in my mix tape one why i decided to say a certain event or memory. It debatably shows that everyone goes through struggles no matter what life you were born into. This is one of the main reasons I respect Jack Yakowicz as a lyricist. He is incredibly competent in writing his different trials on paper and making a listenable product. You listen and dissect the deeper meaning or his lyrics, it's genius. I hope i can explain and elaborate 1/10th of the way Jack is able to.
Alright well my fingers are getting tired, and no one will probably make it to the end of this lengthy segment anyway.
Peace and Love
Troy
Considering I have been through a lot this year alone, I don't know what i want this post to revolve around. I've left home, got in trouble with the law, got my ass kicked, got my parents still over my shoulder, left most of my good friends growing up (definitely took them for granted at the moment when they were closest) and have successfully transitioned from my safe, predictable day to day to a higher variety in my every day life. I've had a broad group of people asking me questions about life as a college student and expect nothing but partying and new friends everywhere you go. The sad reality is the amount of effort you have to put forth in order for all these false assumptions to occur. The work here is very interminable. Friends aren't difficult to come by (it helps that i talk to anyone that comes my way) but finding friends that you trust as much as you did in the four years in high school is awfully problematic. Especially at Eastview, you will have a clique you associate yourself with more then others, which creates a very strong bond between the people in the same group. Mine would start with Hunter, Freddy, and Peter; the friends that have been through literally everything with me over so much time, time seems to be irrelevant. My new friends that i acquired eventually was Jyak, Galloway, and Supe. You spend four years becoming so close to a select amount of people, the people you meet become inapplicable to be more then friends. I've heard it from almost everyone I've talked to that they consistantly wish that they would obtain people familiar to the ones they have, which i understand. My stand is that while your here, they are over there. While your talking to him, they are talking to them. My point is that, the reason that you picked a certain college, is because you considered it the optimal way to further your life and start to mold your future. I just don't understand why so many people don't give the people they will be with for the next years of there life a chance. I am, to an extent, hypocritical in this regard because ive been trying to get Freddy and Jyak to live with me for next year, but that doesn't mean that if they don't i will wallow over it. It bugs me because people from different schools have the same perception of strangers on their same campus, i won't be able to branch out as much as i promised myself going into school.
I have realized how much high school impacted my decisions that i make recently. So far I'm personally a little disappointed how much pointless socializing happens on the weekend, particularly at night. I enjoyed in high school that i could go over to someones house (usually it would be my own) and have sober conversations with people that actually wanted to know me more longer then a song is on in a frat. Weekend socializing is practically pointless because all the girls go out with the intention of having the highest skirt and telling people they wont black out and be annoying, yet that is always the outcome. Having a meaningful conversation with a girl who is pretty is too ambitious because right away they have the assumption that you are trying to hook up. Sure seeing every frat pledge at the U has convinced me that girls aren't 100% wrong, but with them small percent who like getting to know people for the right reason, it becomes increasingly difficult. And I just don't wanna give the effort to try and say all the right things in order to have a cool story to tell the bros the next day. Only when I'm with girls I know is when i get off on the right foot, even if I'm the most polite gentleman (which i aspire to be to everyone) they will always think you have that hidden intention. Weekends are tight a*f at the U and i can not see myself going anywhere else in the world, plus these events happen no matter what campus your on, just venting a little bit.
Surprisingly, the Earl you know and love is in the process of producing his own mix tape (ill give you time to collect your lost breathe). Considering i have no care in the world about what anyone else thinks of it, you shouldn't try to compare me to the likes of Jyak, Devers, or John Daniel. I started writing it when I realized I had so much more free time then i did in past years, and felt like i wanted to write down my thoughts. The seriousness is there but not in the sense that i want you to respect me as a rapper, rather respect me as a person and idealize my life perceptions and take it into your consideration in your every day life. It is very personal, which was the number one goal, I want people to know my life story because i consider it interesting enough. If not, it helped me collect my thoughts in the way that these lengthy blog posts help me vent and release things that if i was in a regular conversation i wouldn't think of to say all at once. I will write a post explaining every song in my mix tape one why i decided to say a certain event or memory. It debatably shows that everyone goes through struggles no matter what life you were born into. This is one of the main reasons I respect Jack Yakowicz as a lyricist. He is incredibly competent in writing his different trials on paper and making a listenable product. You listen and dissect the deeper meaning or his lyrics, it's genius. I hope i can explain and elaborate 1/10th of the way Jack is able to.
Alright well my fingers are getting tired, and no one will probably make it to the end of this lengthy segment anyway.
Peace and Love
Troy
Monday, December 13, 2010
Blue Balls
Wow it’s been a while since I have even gone to the blog page, sorry for giving my "fans" blue balls. On my way to Psychology (not to the Special Ed class Courtney) I was determined to make another one, collect my thoughts throughout the past couple weeks. It's easy for me to sit here and write what's on my mind because that is what I will do with any way of communication. I'm very outgoing and I like to talk which is why some people have fallen off the blog band wagon, or never officially got on (by the way there is a blog meeting every Monday morning before school in the library right after the pigeon toed meeting me and Kelsey hold). If this was any other sight I would say it’s not worth the twenty minutes I take and put down, advice, and publish (publishing is always a bitch to press the button, it’s at least five minutes). I could be using this time to do my math, science, or mythology homework, but the motivation just isn't really there anymore. Don't get me wrong I’ll get it done but I defiantly am not one of those people who will do it right after school when I have time. Instead I'm writing my first blog in two weeks waiting for the new Casey Veggies mix tape to come out. This school year academically I consider a waste of time. All my main classes I am taking I could be taking in college and the others consist of gyms. The only thing that this year has shown is my increasing interest in the field of broadcasting and journalism. I could spend all day in the studio working on the basketball highlight tape or going out and getting a story for the class, and with every week that passes I get more experience that will put me ahead of many of my colleagues at which ever college I go to. I've talked to allot of my Senior friends (not the ones at the retirement home, that’s another day) and Junior friends about graduating and what they think they will be getting there degree in, most shake their heads as their eyes move left to right trying to think of an answer, but most can't think of anything. This last year of high school with all of the electives we are able to take give you the opportunity to embrace any topic or field you want to for free to expand your experiences and maybe come across a class you have a passion for. Mine is broadcast journalism and it helps that I have motivation to do the work and make myself better. I see allot of adults who hate the career they went into and that makes no sense to get into something that you aren't sure about. I understand there are some people who start loving a job but grow old of it, but there has to be some way of predicting that so you can avoid it. With broadcast journalism I can highlight my personality, and I’m aware that I’m not the best and some things I do aren’t the best but I do feel like I get better with practice and I don’t feel an absent of interest coming anytime.
Side note for the next snow storm that is not during a school day, don’t complain cause everyone is feeling the exact same way you are so don’t broadcast the fact you are bitter just to start a conversation. Be a little more creative than that.
My next post will probably be something about Bravo so stay tuned for anyone who cares.
Mix tape that I recommend is,
Sleeping in Class- Casey Veggies
love/hate/comment
-Troy-
Side note for the next snow storm that is not during a school day, don’t complain cause everyone is feeling the exact same way you are so don’t broadcast the fact you are bitter just to start a conversation. Be a little more creative than that.
My next post will probably be something about Bravo so stay tuned for anyone who cares.
Mix tape that I recommend is,
Sleeping in Class- Casey Veggies
love/hate/comment
-Troy-
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
a thinker
The other day I sat down in class and the person next to me exclaimed "I've never sat by a "popular" (i will be putting popular in quotations for the whole post) person before" and he was dead serious. And I didn't know what to say back. I know that I have a lot of friends and I'm not an outcast but I was for some reason a little offended by the remark. I have the clique meaning of "popular" that I am stuck up, rich, and get what ever girl I want. I wouldn't consider any of those things true, so I started thinking about if i was indeed a part of the "in crowd". Am I "popular" because of the people I hang out with? Or is it for the way I look? Is it because I make friends easy so not shy? Or because I'm involved in many different activities and branch outside my comfort zone? Or is it because I am on the Flash and people are accustom to my face? The thing about Eastview, especially seniors, is that we are so cliqy that there is definite groups of kids and they kind of have a certain tag of there reputation labeled on them that they have accumulated over the four years. And when you are seen with a certain group of people you are put into that group and it determines first impressions and how they view you without getting to know you. The whole system i think is messed up. It is frustrating when I have the opportunity to meet new people and they base there first opinion of me by what they have seen of me, who I'm with, and what they have heard from other people. I always try and learn how people are and become friends with them before I judge them. So when people say there is no good people in Bravo (i have muttered those words before) it shows ignorance because I have made a lot of friends that I probably never would have had the privilege to talk to.
Which brings me to another question, how would you go about redefining yourself as "popular"? With the status quo mainstream media advertises, in order to obtain "popularity" you have to attend the parties, get the hottest chicks, and be a main part in an activity whether its a sport or something else. Like lets say I just moved to Eastview and would want to hang out with a lot of people? Would I have to have multiple personalities in order to fit in with the large amount if cliq's? I just think it would be the worst feeling if if came into Eastview as a senior and I didn't smoke because that is the norm to do.
comment back I want to know what people gotta say
comment/love/hate
-Troy-
Which brings me to another question, how would you go about redefining yourself as "popular"? With the status quo mainstream media advertises, in order to obtain "popularity" you have to attend the parties, get the hottest chicks, and be a main part in an activity whether its a sport or something else. Like lets say I just moved to Eastview and would want to hang out with a lot of people? Would I have to have multiple personalities in order to fit in with the large amount if cliq's? I just think it would be the worst feeling if if came into Eastview as a senior and I didn't smoke because that is the norm to do.
comment back I want to know what people gotta say
comment/love/hate
-Troy-
Thanksgiving hangover (I started writing this on monday)
It was evident all around school today that other students bodies were teased by the thanksgiving break and almost everyone was suffering from the monday blues. Unlike all of those people, I have actually enjoyed school and life for the past couple months. This is supposed to be the time when people start to get dragged into depression, but life is just to good. I have a solid group of friends and setting myself up well for the college search that makes me not conform to the stressed mood that I have often felt at this time of year.
One of the reasons I've been feeling good is because of Bravo. I didnt think i would say it and even typing the words made me feel like when you see a person in the hall way and don't really know whether you should talk to them or just smile, but end up doing an inbetween smirk and a wave that makes you shake your head. Than you have to redeem your own pride so the next person you see you proudly acknowledge there existance with authority. Off the tangent and back on Bravo... I wouldn't say that Bravo singing and being serious would be the reason, even though i do show 100% effort. It gives me a chance to talk to different people and meet new people I wouldn't be able to meet otherwise. All of the people have different personalities than the people i usually surround myself with and I enjoy goofing off in a different way. Even though it is time consuming and for the most part a drag when I'm forced to sing in tune, I love all the friendships i create while going through the rehersals.
I don't really have anything you can comment on here about so
enjoy/hate/comment
-Troy-
One of the reasons I've been feeling good is because of Bravo. I didnt think i would say it and even typing the words made me feel like when you see a person in the hall way and don't really know whether you should talk to them or just smile, but end up doing an inbetween smirk and a wave that makes you shake your head. Than you have to redeem your own pride so the next person you see you proudly acknowledge there existance with authority. Off the tangent and back on Bravo... I wouldn't say that Bravo singing and being serious would be the reason, even though i do show 100% effort. It gives me a chance to talk to different people and meet new people I wouldn't be able to meet otherwise. All of the people have different personalities than the people i usually surround myself with and I enjoy goofing off in a different way. Even though it is time consuming and for the most part a drag when I'm forced to sing in tune, I love all the friendships i create while going through the rehersals.
I don't really have anything you can comment on here about so
enjoy/hate/comment
-Troy-
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Sunday Blog Sermon
Probably one of the funnest weekends I've had in a while, not because it was eventful, but because I was just overall entertained by the people or the situations that surrounded me. It is like homework trying to write another blog post because I know I’m going to write a long one as always, but once a get started it's like I'm at my vinegar strokes and I have to finish (if you watch The League you will get that reference). Shout out to my boy Sam Ross who was my traveling party over the weekend whose oddly funny comments and his short fuse of tolerance made my Friday and Saturday nights. He in himself was a cheers moment.
Definition of Cheers moment- When an event happens that makes two or more bro's turn to each other in approval of zed event. Ex. seeing how many pretty girls are roaming around the mall on a daily basis (does not have to be a literal clinging of two glasses, just recognition of the event by the party of bros).
Also shout out to all the pretty girls in Minnesota, the pretty girl: hot guy ratio is about 2:1 so it gives all the tools hope that the girls will loser there standards for them. So most guys at Eastview should be thankful every holiday season that there tooliness doesn't mean that there isn't a hot girl waiting to lower her expectations.
I enjoy my time when I blog. I've gotten allot of compliments for what I write on here and I admire and really appreciate the comments such as "it's so cute you think people actually read that" and "I laughed at what you wrote for probably twenty minutes at the stupidity of your posts". Luckily I haven't in reality received any of those comments, but if I did it wouldn't tear my ACL (metaphorically) and end my career. I use blogging as a tool for taking all my random minuscule thoughts and compile them into a nicely written out manor. When I first wanted to blog I thought about keeping it to myself, like a homo diary, but it is an easy way to let yourself, or anyone who reads it, know exactly how you’re feeling. Sure you can do it in person but this way it's like you have the floor and no one can shut you up in disagreeal (I made that word up I think) over what you are saying. You have endless amount of space over what, how, or when you say something. I'd consider blogging as the season’s new black. Sure the story goes once you go black you never go back (like how I switched from clothing to relationships?), but blogging has just entered the room with no strings attached and qualities that might break the physics of that status quo. I'm comparing "black" to the likes of facebook and twitter, which sure you can say what you want, but how many characters until your stopped short of what you want to say? Blogging is like a girl who doesn't have to comment on every little thing and say "my turn to talk" which is the vibe I get from the character limits. Coinciding, you do have to have a lot to say if you’re going to make a blog, it really isn't for everyone. You have to have something to say and some people just aren't that way. Also it has to be positive and not emo. If you start one to poor out how lonely you are, you’re not using this right, that is what facebook statuses are for so you can get your little pity responses so you don't feel like you’re the only one who makes a larger deal out of something minisqul. Basically it has to be intelligent, so I don't really foresee underclassmen to get into this fad because I can see it being filled with gossip and feebleminded half-witted talk.
Now off to Bravo where I can express my inner self through interpretive dance.
Comment/love/hate/shout out to the Lord above
-Troy-
Definition of Cheers moment- When an event happens that makes two or more bro's turn to each other in approval of zed event. Ex. seeing how many pretty girls are roaming around the mall on a daily basis (does not have to be a literal clinging of two glasses, just recognition of the event by the party of bros).
Also shout out to all the pretty girls in Minnesota, the pretty girl: hot guy ratio is about 2:1 so it gives all the tools hope that the girls will loser there standards for them. So most guys at Eastview should be thankful every holiday season that there tooliness doesn't mean that there isn't a hot girl waiting to lower her expectations.
I enjoy my time when I blog. I've gotten allot of compliments for what I write on here and I admire and really appreciate the comments such as "it's so cute you think people actually read that" and "I laughed at what you wrote for probably twenty minutes at the stupidity of your posts". Luckily I haven't in reality received any of those comments, but if I did it wouldn't tear my ACL (metaphorically) and end my career. I use blogging as a tool for taking all my random minuscule thoughts and compile them into a nicely written out manor. When I first wanted to blog I thought about keeping it to myself, like a homo diary, but it is an easy way to let yourself, or anyone who reads it, know exactly how you’re feeling. Sure you can do it in person but this way it's like you have the floor and no one can shut you up in disagreeal (I made that word up I think) over what you are saying. You have endless amount of space over what, how, or when you say something. I'd consider blogging as the season’s new black. Sure the story goes once you go black you never go back (like how I switched from clothing to relationships?), but blogging has just entered the room with no strings attached and qualities that might break the physics of that status quo. I'm comparing "black" to the likes of facebook and twitter, which sure you can say what you want, but how many characters until your stopped short of what you want to say? Blogging is like a girl who doesn't have to comment on every little thing and say "my turn to talk" which is the vibe I get from the character limits. Coinciding, you do have to have a lot to say if you’re going to make a blog, it really isn't for everyone. You have to have something to say and some people just aren't that way. Also it has to be positive and not emo. If you start one to poor out how lonely you are, you’re not using this right, that is what facebook statuses are for so you can get your little pity responses so you don't feel like you’re the only one who makes a larger deal out of something minisqul. Basically it has to be intelligent, so I don't really foresee underclassmen to get into this fad because I can see it being filled with gossip and feebleminded half-witted talk.
Now off to Bravo where I can express my inner self through interpretive dance.
Comment/love/hate/shout out to the Lord above
-Troy-
Friday, November 26, 2010
thanksgiving and such
Here is the story of my Thanksgiving this year...
I woke up at 6 o'clock, no not because of the smell of turkey infesting the air or because I'm one of those idiots who can't fully wake up in the morning on the weekends so they go through their school preparation ritual to only be disappointed they woke up at 6. I woke up because i had to work. Not saying i wasn't content with working, I took one of my employee's shifts in order to work longer to get the most out of the 2x pay (It was actually 1.5x the pay which frustrated me). Right when i get there it was like the invasion of the Somalis. The prophesy in the CVS hand book for told this day, but we never the less were ill prepared. They were ready before the doors were open, they pushed to get into the store before 7 (our opening time) but they were too big in number to hold back. They swarmed in and breathed the fiery scent of just enough English to not make me call the language hot line, the bitter scent of what ever they ate from the night before, and coupons that they piled on the counter with the expectation of me to fall under the pressure. Bradley Beckman you would be proud of your son, as he held his own in the biggest ambush of sale items and low prices (and quality service with a smile) since the near collapse of CVS on a brisk Christmas Eve afternoon in 1997. I was fortunate enough not to have to witness the insanity and brutality of that day, but of the ones who did fight on that day says it is similar of this Thanksgiving. When the battle was over, the scanner was hot from the absurd amount of purchases, shelves were empty, and all the milk was gone (why is it always milk?). Now it was time for my Thanksgiving meal. It consisted of a four cheese lean cuisine (did not go over well with Mr. Tummy), chef boyardee meaty ravioli minute ready meal WITH EXTRA MEAT, and finished it off with a tall cool Budweiser, I wish, instead i drank a monster. I thought mid fight Jack Yakowiz would be coming to the rescue seeing he entered the store. But my hope soon was crushed as I saw he was ill and was shopping for either a bathtub set for a ninety year old lady, or cough medicine, I didn't get a good enough look to make an accurate guess. The thing that kept me going throughout the day was playing pranks on my boss. here is a sample of what i do in my free time at work. I learned that my boss hates "jingle bell rock" because it reminds her of the part in "Mean Girls" that the girls are prancing around in there underwear. So being the considerate employer, I decided to put that song on the loud speakers, on repeat, for 4 hours. Being at work really made me miss my family that was at my grandma's-who is 99- for the whole day. Microwaved turkey and gravy just wasn't the same. Overall i was happy i made a lot of money but nothing can take the place of mice quality time with your family.
On another note, I listened to the radio for the first time in about two months thanks to my sister, and it was everything but a pleasure. Dance song after dance song i started thinking i was in a Rage Cage looking for a sweaty horny girl to grind on. I listened to what they put on the radio now a days and i couldn't believe the lack of intelligence it takes to make it on the air. I wave my hair back and forth? I also heard a new Kesha song that said dance like we are stupid. Kesha your lyrics make you sound like you are stupid. Mainstream music is filled with auto-tune, and beats that make it appealing to ignorant listeners who only wanna try to impress there friends with there dancing and there interpretation of the duggie. It makes me respect even more the likes of Blu, Jay Electronica, J. Cole, and other artists who attract there listeners by what they say. The audiences of the radio are HEARING the music but aren't LISTENING, that is the reason they aren't on the radio even though they are way more qualified than Flo Rida and Jay Sean but that's not the current fade to indulge yourself into knowledgeable thought out lyrics.
Also shout out the the Gophers who beat South Dakota State handsomely, unfortunately i was having movie night with Galloway and Gabbi so i couldn't break down what went down.
Next blog- why I made a blog and why its the seasons new "Black"
peace and love and shout out to the Lord above
comment/hate/criticize
-Troy-
I woke up at 6 o'clock, no not because of the smell of turkey infesting the air or because I'm one of those idiots who can't fully wake up in the morning on the weekends so they go through their school preparation ritual to only be disappointed they woke up at 6. I woke up because i had to work. Not saying i wasn't content with working, I took one of my employee's shifts in order to work longer to get the most out of the 2x pay (It was actually 1.5x the pay which frustrated me). Right when i get there it was like the invasion of the Somalis. The prophesy in the CVS hand book for told this day, but we never the less were ill prepared. They were ready before the doors were open, they pushed to get into the store before 7 (our opening time) but they were too big in number to hold back. They swarmed in and breathed the fiery scent of just enough English to not make me call the language hot line, the bitter scent of what ever they ate from the night before, and coupons that they piled on the counter with the expectation of me to fall under the pressure. Bradley Beckman you would be proud of your son, as he held his own in the biggest ambush of sale items and low prices (and quality service with a smile) since the near collapse of CVS on a brisk Christmas Eve afternoon in 1997. I was fortunate enough not to have to witness the insanity and brutality of that day, but of the ones who did fight on that day says it is similar of this Thanksgiving. When the battle was over, the scanner was hot from the absurd amount of purchases, shelves were empty, and all the milk was gone (why is it always milk?). Now it was time for my Thanksgiving meal. It consisted of a four cheese lean cuisine (did not go over well with Mr. Tummy), chef boyardee meaty ravioli minute ready meal WITH EXTRA MEAT, and finished it off with a tall cool Budweiser, I wish, instead i drank a monster. I thought mid fight Jack Yakowiz would be coming to the rescue seeing he entered the store. But my hope soon was crushed as I saw he was ill and was shopping for either a bathtub set for a ninety year old lady, or cough medicine, I didn't get a good enough look to make an accurate guess. The thing that kept me going throughout the day was playing pranks on my boss. here is a sample of what i do in my free time at work. I learned that my boss hates "jingle bell rock" because it reminds her of the part in "Mean Girls" that the girls are prancing around in there underwear. So being the considerate employer, I decided to put that song on the loud speakers, on repeat, for 4 hours. Being at work really made me miss my family that was at my grandma's-who is 99- for the whole day. Microwaved turkey and gravy just wasn't the same. Overall i was happy i made a lot of money but nothing can take the place of mice quality time with your family.
On another note, I listened to the radio for the first time in about two months thanks to my sister, and it was everything but a pleasure. Dance song after dance song i started thinking i was in a Rage Cage looking for a sweaty horny girl to grind on. I listened to what they put on the radio now a days and i couldn't believe the lack of intelligence it takes to make it on the air. I wave my hair back and forth? I also heard a new Kesha song that said dance like we are stupid. Kesha your lyrics make you sound like you are stupid. Mainstream music is filled with auto-tune, and beats that make it appealing to ignorant listeners who only wanna try to impress there friends with there dancing and there interpretation of the duggie. It makes me respect even more the likes of Blu, Jay Electronica, J. Cole, and other artists who attract there listeners by what they say. The audiences of the radio are HEARING the music but aren't LISTENING, that is the reason they aren't on the radio even though they are way more qualified than Flo Rida and Jay Sean but that's not the current fade to indulge yourself into knowledgeable thought out lyrics.
Also shout out the the Gophers who beat South Dakota State handsomely, unfortunately i was having movie night with Galloway and Gabbi so i couldn't break down what went down.
Next blog- why I made a blog and why its the seasons new "Black"
peace and love and shout out to the Lord above
comment/hate/criticize
-Troy-
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)