Today is a good day

I am almost out for spring break hell's bells, it is awesome. I am going to sit at home for almost all of it only leaving to work out or work on school work, but when I am at home you better believe I am just going to be playing some games. I have not played any games for a while so I am suffering from gaming withdrawals. I am going to play Prince of Persia, probably Warrior Within, Demon's Souls, Revelations, Gears, maybe pick up Twisted Metal, or Asura's Wrath, or SSX, or Streetfighter X Tekken, but definetly Mass Effect 3. So I got a lot on my plate as far as choosing who to help, who to kill, and who to beat up. I wish I didn't have any school work, but I do as self-proclaimed director, producer, and writer for my Human Communication group's infomercial; I have to write out a script, find the funding for our props, and tell everyone my vision. In the end it should be outstanding though with my hard work and skills, can't forget them skills, ain't nobody got, I said ain't nobody got as good uh skills as me. Besides all of the work having to do with my masterpiece, it should be a marvelous spring break, filled with loads of normality as I am not going anywhere and probably will still go to the t-shirt shop I work at to....work. I am going to try my best to have fun with it and do what I want to do though. What I hope to be able to do is complete Mass Effect 3, Demon Souls, and Warrior Within, while trying to fit in playing Magic The Gathering somewhere hopefully. Only time will tell if my spring break will live up to my dreams of it, as I have been waiting on it for a long time.     

Labradoodle

I watched Dr. Phil again today. I do not like that guy at all and I do not like his show. Today, he had a married couple on the show, which isn't new, but what the guy had done is. In the past five years of his marriage or sometime around that anyway, he had an affair with twenty-three men, two women, and a transgendered woman. That is a lot of affairs, but anyways my point has to do with the treatment of the transgendered woman. She is someone very different, let us instantly reject her. A Labradoodle is something different, in fact I honestly did not know of their existence until today, and yet everybody loves them. I am not saying find yourself a transgendered person and embrace them, but I am saying people are getting more receptive as far as the gay community goes. Yet when of the homosexual men wants to be a woman or believes he was supposed to be one, let us all treat them like a leper or that relative that has a couple STD s. When you accept one group of sexual deviants you are going to have to learn to accept them all. How stupid is the name Labradoodle? I have never broken any bones. To make up for the fact that I have premature grey hair, trouble gaining weight whether it be muscle or fat, and well a lot of flaws, I was given supernatural bones. They are real hard to break maybe even invincible or indestructible. I am thinking about buying a costume soon to fight crime and beat people up for breaking the law. I am thinking multiple broken bones (hah aha, that is me laughing) and multiple lacerations, just basically beating the person down. There is not anything wrong with that.

Carpet man

Looking at this person in a costume, (I'm pretty sure it is a man but you can't be sure) I'm wondering about the picture in the bottom part of what looks to be staff. I noticed the faces on and spread throughout his outfit and what looks like flowers. As to the location of where the picture is being taken, I think it is in central or south America because they are known for this sort of extravagance during their celebrations. 

Live long and Prosper

I'm having to go to a funeral Friday. This is going to be the fourth one in my soon to be nineteen years. At this rate I am going to end up going to at least sixteen before I pass on. So far the ones I have been to I didn't really feel any remorse or need to mourne while being there. I dont know if it's because of my age or the fact that I wasnt that close to any of the people. Even though my grandma did go to just about all of my birthdays, frequently gave me gifts, and babysat me, I still did not feel much remorse. I dont consider myself to be apathetic necessarily but I do suffer from a lack of empathy. This funeral I'm going to this friday is for my dad's stepfather, and during the phone call received to be notified of it, my dad why crying. This is unusual because the only times my dad cries is after a night of violence and drunken stupor, or in the case of when his mom passed away. Every time I'm always worried about what to wear to the funerals because depending on who it is there seems to be at least one person at the funeral who seems to be checking everyones appearance, and notifies them if they don't meet the standard. I find this odd because at my own funeral I would not care if everyone showed up buck-naked and I wouldnt care if there was an orgy on top of my coffin. Because to say the person who was dead, would even deserve to have someone dress for them during the wake or funeral. This man who died was a good man, so I respect him and will dress my best. If the next funeral I go to is for someone who doesnt deserve respect I will not put much thought into my appearance.

Had to happen sometime

I have hit a bit of a slump as far as having a life story that gives insight or morale (if you can say that is what I have been doing). So I guess I will just spit some thoughts up, that I have been....thinking about. A long time ago women were thought about not in an immoral, or corrupted way but in a way of admiring the human body or in a way the personification of beauty. Now I'm not saying all guys have twisted views of women in the present or that is even just guys who think that way. Yeah that's right; I don't just think we guys are the only ones who have the perverse thoughts of women representing sex/sexiness. I mean some girls willingly walk out of their home the way they do (now whether you can argue about the influences of media and lack of conservative views in America has something to do with that is for another blog). Now back to me having said a long time ago, I'm being vague because everyone has their different opinions of when the view of women got skewed for such a large number of people the way it did. I myself aren't sure (if I had to guess I would say early 1900's, I mean only if I had to guess) but it is really sad that has happened. Now onto the real subject of importance, I love my red hat. My cousin got it for me and it's red and it's a hat, what could be better (besides a purple one)? I wear my hat playing ball; I wear my hat to the mall. I wear my hat to school; I wear my hat and look cool.  But I can't wear my hat on speech day.

Lalala

My mom's birthday is tomorrow and she was extremely happy about it but I didn't understand why. So I asked her "why are you excited about getting older?" Her response was "because I'm actually reaching my next birthday." I hadn't thought about it like that, to be happy and celebrate simply because your heart is still beating. I'm not saying that I get depressed after every birthday (even though I might this time, nineteen is the last teen, it seems like I'm getting old) but I am apathetic. That started happening after my seventeenth birthday when for the first time I realized that I will die one day. Instead of thinking of your birthday as one day closer to death but rather one more day to live and enjoy life is so much better. But since I refuse to ignore the angel of death that lingers over everyone, I often think about how I would like to go. Natural causes of course being peaceful in that your heart gives out while you sleep so there is no pain. Usually though people aren't that lucky, I have had quite a few family members die from painful medical conditions like cancer and heart attacks. If I could choose though I would want it to happen after I found my true love (yes I believe in people being meant for each other even though you see it less and less now days) and have had a child. Right now it's a tie between death by natural causes and death by some sort of heroic act like saving people from a burning building or taking a bullet for a kid. Basically it narrows down to letting the big man upstairs choose or me choosing and that isn't a choice I'm ready to make yet.