Priorities

Growing up has a lot to do with priorities. A lot of my peers don't understand this. How is one still obsessed with "going out" in senior year of college. I don't know if maybe I just got all of my partying out of the way this summer or what it is, but I just don't even have a desire to get drunk or go to a bar on a weeknight. Maybe meet a friend for a casual drink, but not go full out. At this point in our lives, at least the way I see it, its time to buck up or fuck up. The supreme importance of taking life seriously has no drawbacks. Sure have fun but in moderation. Even if it is the first week of school, chill. Maybe I've just evolved further then my peers, maybe I just see things through a cracked window, and what I see is distorted. These are not questions, but rather statements based upon observations.

Trip Fest

I made this video a little under a year ago for one of my classes and I found it on my YouTube channel, so I'm putting the link for it here; I just really like it and how trippy it is.

It was created with the idea of time in mind and how we spend time everyday doing different things and crossing paths with other people and not realizing it. Another thing I thought about is how all motion is a derivative of time, which in of itself is such an earth shattering realization. I got an A on it, just sayin'.

The second song in the video was created by a guy in my group for the project and he and a girl in the group contributed some of the video footage. Then I put everything together, and added the tracks, it took awhile but the end product turned out great!

 “Time is a constant motion. It is a part of everything that we do. Without time, there is nothing. Even daily, mundane activities require time. It is a constant motion, never ending.”  - Me

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I BAKED A CAKE FOR THE FIRST TIME

Summer 2K15 Part 1

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Re-uploaded posts

There are a couple of posts that were Re-uploaded because I had to take out some nasty dialogue, that I simply couldn't have polluting my blog any longer. Any other hurtful things within the confines of this page, towards mostly anybody doesn't equate to how I feel any longer. A part of me accepting true happiness was to let go of many demons and grudges that I carried within myself. It's important to me that anybody hurt by any of my words can approach me about them and they need to know I don't care anymore and I will welcome anybody with open arms, if they'll have me. This I mean wholeheartedly.

One more thing that I find important to mention is that I will not be commenting on the physicality of my private relationships because frankly what I do and who with is not anybody's business besides those involved. It's a disrespect otherwise, it's too unfortunate we live in a time where others don't share these views. If I choose to share, I will. I believe I can attribute this thinking to my upbringing where speaking about anything "adult" was nonexistent.

Sprang Break Part 2

Monday March 30

Spring Break is officially over, and I'm sitting in class. Already this fine morning I have been showered with compliments from my peers saying "you're so smart, you're funny" blah blah fucking blah. Today I'm looking forward to a spectacular day of classes until noon and then Target 2-11, yeah buddy! Sorry for the extra layer of sarcasm, I just got a 90 on a paper and I'm pissed. I'm also hungover. 

The second half of Spring Break was just as stellar as the first half. It was fun and ended with a bang last night. I'll delve into last night in just a little bit. I did some more PR work, kept up on my fitness, starting applying hardcore for summer internships, and just been enjoying life. I worked and worked and worked and was rewarded with quite a handsome check on Friday, on top of the check I received for my PR work. I love money. I know I used to complain about having a life structured around work, but the older I get the more I appreciate it. 

So last night, I got out of work and was invited to join a group of friends of the friend of mine who is moving away. They were having dinner last night at the Fuji Grill which is a local Hibachi and sushi place. It was a birthday/going away dinner. By time we were all seated around two tables there was like 15 of us. It was a huge group. It's such a fun time there because they basically pour liquor down your throat, and they like throw food in your mouth, and it's cool. So I started off with a beer, and next thing you know the chef was going around and around shooting double shots of sake into our mouths, over and over again until we were all feeling it. He kept saying "more sake, more happiness. More sake, more babies." He was a trip. So then came the obligatory photo shoot that has taken over our generation. After that one of the kids who was there invited all of us to come back to his house. So before that a few of us were feeling frisky so we decided to get cigars and smoke them, Morgan and I even stole a car during this at the gas station and drove off with it. It was hilarious. (We returned it.) it was our friends car and we did it as a joke. After that we went to the kids house and smoked out of a big ass hookah and drank wine. The wine was heavy. Eventually we left and I went home in my semi-drunken (drunken) state, and watched the Walking Dead finale, which I add, wasn't even that good. I mean it was alright but I don't understand why everyone is raving over it. It was a great end to break. It was like I came full circle as a junior alcoholic. You know, start drunk, end drunk. No shame. 

I actually don't mind working doubles. I like them a lot, but I should've did more schoolwork over break, because now I feel like I'll just be behind in my schoolwork. Whatever, I'll get it done. 

On a final note, my dreams as of late have been so wild, it sort of freaks me out.

And how could I forget? I tried seafood for the very first time last night, and I ate the whole thing. It was shrimp and I'm pretty sure I'm good with never eating it again. 

Saturday Night and We in the Spot

Saturday January 24

Directly following Target tonight, I had a three hour production meeting for the company I am doing PR for: White Lion Studios. I had to go a pick up some guy on my way to the meeting because he doesn't have a car or something like that. I was skeptical because I don't like picking up strange men I don't know and riding with them to a meeting I don't know two shits about. For all I knew, I could've been walking into a swingers convention and held against my will. Not that I would be too opposed. They call me their PR intern, but I'm heading their PR efforts so I don't know we'll see. So I went to this guys house and sat outside for five minutes before texting the bossman and asking him if I should ring the doorbell to this strange house. He sent back yes. So I walked up to the house. No doorbell. Swell. I knocked and a very angry dog on the other side started barking at me. A man on the other side screamed at it and then cracked the door and said I'll be right out. His name was Marcelo and he had a strong and heavy Puerto Rican accent. He was nice, and noticeably older. It was just awkward. Then we couldn't find the meeting location. It was in a local restaurant that the company rented out for the meeting.  It was so hard to find, but we did find it eventually. Walking in the meeting was just starting and we introduced ourselves and I gave my piece on what I'm going to be doing with the company and blah blah blah. Then I found out that Marcelo was on my team in graphics and campaigning and I was kind of thankful I had the car ride to get to know him a little bit. We're meeting for coffee this week to discuss ideas. I can't discuss further what went on in the meeting because I signed a non-disclosure agreement. All I can say is that I am working on promoting a certain show that is currently in production.I like half of the company at this time. The other half are kind of out there, or too arrogant for me to handle at the moment. I zoned out way too much during the meeting, looking forward to what the night was going to bring me. 

Boy oh boy. I'm just going to get into it. Yesterday my world traveler friend told me about her birthday party tonight at a brand new night club in the Seneca Niagara Casino called Club Stir. She had a reserved table with bottle service and it was her and her friends from work. She invited me to come as well. Why would I say no to that? Why would anybody in their right mind?

I looked hot tonight. Like really hot. Like I would do me. I had on these tighter maroon-purple pants and white shirt with blue and grey polka dots and grey shoes with blue laces. My hair was gelled to perfection, contacts in, teeth shiny. I went to the casino and parked on the ramp around 11:15 p.m. I took a huge gulp of the Hypnotiq I bought yesterday and walked in. I walked like I owned the place. Blame the French liquor. I didn't even get ID'd to go onto the casino floor. I don't look that old. I met up with my friend who's party it was. (From this point on, I'm just going to use her first name: Katherine, because honestly she won't care, she's a bro.) 

And we went to the club which was actually an open floor club in the back corner of the casino floor, pretty cool. There was a woman and her band wailing out that horrid Meghan Trainor All About that Bass song. Walking to the entrance to the club we met up with half of the party group because the other hadn't shown up yet. We all made small talk and I was introduced to everybody. They were all mildly attractive. Then the second group came and joined us, and I was impressed that they were all pretty attractive as well. I'm being underwhelming. We were a HOT group, good Lord! 

We all entered the club and piled in to our round table, complete with reserved sign and all. Everyone was so welcoming to me, it was so nice. We all sat and critiqued the band for a little bit deciding we didn't like them. We started to occasionally yell jabs at them, which obviously got worse the drunker we got. The guys aside from me all started with beer, the girls with their fruity drinks, and then there was me. I ordered two shots of patron. They were disgusting. They went down so roughly and made me catch my breath. After that I ordered a beer. Two of the three other guys had already started drinking before we got there so we were at about the same level of "drunkeness." The girls were drunk quickly, of course. More beer and more liquor and we were all chatting and then Beyoncé started playing throughout the club, after the band had taken a break. The girls were gone, and just the four of us guys remained at the table, talking about sports, beer, vaginas, and checking out random girls around the bar. Funnily enough we were all singing along and dancing at the table too. Alcohol makes making friends so much easier. Then the one guy asked us if we wanted anything from the bar and I knew I was drunk already but I said "fuck it, I'll go with you!" The two of us went to the bar, not wanting to wait for the drink waitress who was assigned to our table and one of the girls came up and asked what we were doing, (I don't just standing at the bar, what do you think?) and we told her and she said she wanted a shot and next thing you know, the guy was buying shots for everyone as well as beer for us guys. He was cool. The shots were a super mixture of liquor that left it as a milky substance with a cinnamon undertone. It was delicious. We did that thing where the group puts all their shots in the middle of them and screams, it was awesome.  We all stayed on the dance floor from that point on, and it was the best time. Even after the shitty band came back out we still danced and went wild. As the night came to an end I realized I was still a little drunk, even after chugging two water bottles. After saying my goodbyes to everyone, I walked back towards the parking garage. I hope I see them all again. I actually liked them all so much. (The one guy tripped the other, and he literally just landed on the floor and got back up, it was so funny.) I sat in the driver's seat for five minutes staring at nothing before climbing into my backseat taking out my contacts, (I had my contact case and glasses in my jacket) and laying down. I woke up maybe 20 minutes later to a guy screaming from outside my car that I hit him and dented his car. He was the car parked in front of me. I literally sat up and stared at him, knowing I did no such thing, and he got in his car and drove away. By this point I was alright to drive home, so that's what I did. It was almost 4 a.m. when I walked into my house. Best night in weeks, hands down.

Fuck the Man-y

Thursday January 22

Oh my gosh, I didn't wake up until one this afternoon. That really sucks because I totally missed the morning which is when time still seems to be going slowest. I don't know, I just feel more productive in the morning. 

I decided to get dinner with the friend of mine who wanted me to buy her alcohol. Another friend of ours joined us as well, one who was also underaged. We went to this shabby little place on the Island and I hid my distaste for it pretty well. Afterwards came the awkward "can we go to the liquor store now?" question because I danced around the subject during the meal. Gracefully, I said yes and we headed to a liquor supermarket out in the Falls. 

I thought I would be buying these girls you know, something small maybe a bottle or two for school. I should've known that wouldn't be the case. I had a fifty dollar bill thrust into my hands and the girls went into this whole "thirty is for me, twenty is for her, use the whole thing." Kid you not, I laughed in their face at that point and asked "seriously?!" However, I am not one to back down from a challenge so it was on. They're young freshman in college so instead of tastefully telling me what they wanted they said in a broader sense that they wanted peach flavored vodka, as many bottles of white wine as possible, a bottle of pink wine, and cheap, small bottles of flavored vodka. THIS is a prime example of why I need more guy friends, all they want is beer. I walked into the store and walked out ten minutes later with bottles of Moscato, Riesling, peach Schnapps, peach Pinnacle, and some other bottle of liquor I can't remember right now. (Strawberry Smirnoff maybe?) That was about half of my allowance. (They told me to get all the cheapest bottles possible, resulting in a grimace from me. What I couldn't put together was how surprised they were with how much they had when they told me to go cheap.) I decided to be nice and took them to another liquor store downtown, by this point I was feeling put ballsy and "fuck the man-y." It was kind of a rush to be able to buy all of this liquor and only receive a look from the cashier who may be thinking that I may be an alcoholic. At the other liquor story, I bought them a bottle of pink Moscato, a bottle of Pinot Grigio, and another little liquor bottle. Bye, bye fifty bucks. 

Once I arrived back on the scene of the car, the girls had decided that they wanted to celebrate by going back to one of their houses and cracking open a bottle of wine. I decided to have one glass. We opened the Moscato and it was such a cool and regular atmosphere as we drank the wine and talked about an endless list of topics, that always somehow always came back to me and my half falling out with some of my friends. Eventually, the one girls boyfriend came home from his bowling league game. (I didn't know young people were into that stuff? That's cool.) Instantly, the mood of the room changed and became awkward and I tried to make conversation with him and he talked to me about how he's transferring to my school so we will see what becomes of that. Meanwhile, the girl who's boyfriend he wasn't was plastered on three glasses of wine and a shot of the Schnapps. I drove her home and she gratefully thanked me for the alcohol. I told her not to tell anybody where she got it.