My Opinion Over Yours

Then life stepped in and kicked it up a notch for me. I can say things are busy, and not be lying, but I'm sure there are tons of people out in the world doing much more than I am. That translates to me feeling no worries. Last week was a great week for blogging this week not so much.

The presidential debate has arrived on campus and is building up to a mighty crescendo. Golf carts, barricades, media personnel, badges, streamers, lanyards, red, white and blue are everywhere here at my school this week. My office has been closed down, which is partly to blame for the lack of posts this week, but more importantly has resulted in me clocking no hours, so no money for this week. It will hit me in a couple weeks when I get a paycheck worth $23.86.

Today is Wednesday, obviously, and I must say that Monday feels like it passed three weeks ago. Having six hard classes this semester is a bit harder than I anticipated, but that could be due to the fact that I didn't anticipate having so many places to go everynight, nor a girlfriend at this point, for that matter. Don't take it the wrong way I am extremely thankful for the change of pace and welcome the challenge of trying to keep up. Sure I'm going to fail at times but I'm okay with it and as grateful to God for those opportunities I fail at.

Slowly but surely my body has rid itself of toxins and is probably running on more natural ingredients than ever. When I say natural I don't mean herbs, or stuff grown organically. I'm mainly referring to the lack of substances, illegal and legal, I've taken. I was sure today I would falter, but God sent me strength and wisdom to realize there is a time for everything and all of mine is already taken up.

The main thing to take away from my cyber-absence is that I've been occupied being happy. I'm starting to sound a bit sappy so I'll stop with it here.

In the past few days I've seen two men who amazed me. The lesser was a man who had a double chin the size of one of those inflatable tubes I wore around my waist when I was a baby. I know that alone is not that amazing so let me elaborate. The man had somehow detailed his facial hair to cover only the extra chin and snake up to the sides of his lips. Quite disgusting but amazing nonetheless. He's part of the media circus, and probably one of the main reasons that the media is described as a circus, on campus. Quick side bar- Why are double chins called double chins if they are always about 8 - 15 times the size of a regular chin? Peculiar, to say the least.

The other amazing man I saw on Saturday. He had 4 elbows. Two on each arm, each close to where you would find an elbow on an everyday persons arm. Each elbow looked like a potato that was grown outside Chernobyl. When he spoke on his cellphone it made me ask two questions. First, how could this man not want to have his deformities removed and baked to later have bacon bits and sour cream spread on top? And secondly, why is it that the coolest cell phone I have seen on any octogenarian, which he was I assure you (just by saying "assure"), is on this poor man who had his arms transplanted onto him from the elephant man?

My friend Justin "Buster" Nosek left me a voice mail saying he would be down in my area soon for a wedding. Good times await. It's always a plus to see my friends from the F-Bag every so often. Actually, I wish I did see them more. Oh well, I'll try to be more consistent with this site.

First thing. I made the mistake of opening an e-mail from my oft-mentioned friend Bird. It was another chain mail, which I thought were outlawed by the terms and agreement for MSN hotmail, but apparently that is only an empty threat. Then again I can't say I'm too familiar with all the ramifications of the t & a. Either way I digress, and the matter at hand was the e-mail about the Quarter Life crisis that 20-somethings go through. I'm going to actually paste it on to here.

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.
You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job...and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Ok so it goes on like this for a while and all it leads me to think is- isn't 20 something a bit old to be feeling and worrying on such negative things. Sounds like Teen angst, which was 'tre chic' when I was teenager, has followed my generation up the age ladder and now has been transformed into the Quarter Life Crisis. I'd like to say I do not relate with anything in the little tear-jerking write up. I have no idea where I will be in a year, and I also have no idea why this should scare me or make feel insecure. The passage above signals the commonality of this problem so shouldn't that alone resolve any fears- if we are all going through the same thing doesn't that constitute that the circumstances are surmountable? Either way what's the use in worrying it produces no results, it seems to me that it is the antithesis of action. Doing things are fun and exciting and doing nothing is not, generally speaking. Worrying has to be a lot closer to doing nothing than action. I'd like to be proven wrong otherwise.

I have more to say, not on that stupid pity party letter Bird sent me, but on other things. Time to go watch movies for school credit. Ahhh the liberal arts emphasis has never been so superfluous.

The nation chooses a president. Yet here in Florida, specifically South Florida, this tradition is skewed. Its been four years and there is probably no more than 3% of the state that can tell you with certainty who Florida elected president. In addition the leaves don't turn here. If the leaves fall off the trees at all its only because of one of two reasons.
1. The sun is so incredibly strong that it burns the trees dead.
or
2. A hurricane.

I've spoken enough about hurricanes as it is so I'm going to stick two the heat and the presidential election. Most who know me know that I do not plan on participating in this round of presidential elections. I am convinced it is a fraud and I am sure I posted something in here earlier referencing a Business Week article that detailed flaws in the election system. Actually it was posted on 7/27/04, FYI.

Either way I can't wait for all the 'radicals' that will show up next week to protest the president while he's here on campus. I'm sure security on campus will be "as tight like man's ass" as Borat always says.

I am no longer a fan of the Miami Football Dolphins. If a New York team can have 'football' precede its name then why not all, I'm all about equality. Yes, I know my relationship with the 'fins has been shaky at best and in the early to mid nineties I was rooting for Buffalo all the way. Something changed in as the old moved out and the new set in, marked most often by Shula's departure (read: removal). This team is different b/c they're not a team, they are all misguided individuals bunched together in a old Dallas Cowboys mentality with a "work-with-what-ya-got" frugality a la Arizona Cardinals. Bottom line is that I hate Wayne, and I hate Dave for not stickin' it to Wayne. And I mean "stickin' it" in the most southern way possible.

To me the only proper punishment for Wayne "The H" Huizenga's Dutch ass is for the league to mandate he either:
1. Sell the team to anyone else
2. Relinquish administrative control to the Robbie family
or
3. Hire someone to spend his (Wayne's) money as he sees fit, and I mean if this guy or girl wants to buy 800 hotdogs and 75 watermelons for the city of Overtown they'll have everything they'll need to get that done.

Some people might call me crazy, others just Michael but in the end we all know deep inside that I am right. And I'll just leave with this.

There's a ethnic undertone to the "Dutch Boy" story that many forget. The Dutch Boy was the one who started the hole in the first place hoping he could get money for sealing it shut, while crying for sympathy as his finger froze and was nibbled by w/e Dutch fish weren't stoned enough to sleep in that day. Dutch Boy was not a hero he was a mischevious bastard trying to fill his pail with your money. I'd trade one of my fingers for a pail full of money, wouldn't you? But no coins b/c I wouldn't be paying any meters seeing as how I'd fly over there.

Either way screw Wayne, and let's go S'hawks. Not pronounced shocks more like an 's' sound and then hawks. Takes practice but so does being a true fan, I would know.

Doo doo doodehloo Pur teh Pur teh Purnt

These sounds have haunted me for over 5 years. Five whole years and now I know the answer that can silence them forever. Bird, I have found what song you were trying to describe when you uttered the nonsense at the title. You can finally rest assured knowing which Led Zeppelin song it was you thought could transform your mouth into a guitar. The song's name is "The Ocean." I don;t know why I hadn't thought of it earlier but I finally made the connection between the song and your guitar riff spitting tongue.

Partied in Weston last night. There's a weird town. Pre-fabricated everything. I had a great time though. Automatically one of the most memorable ever. That's right not of this week or year, just ever. I wouldn't wish for world peace as much as for the world to have a night like I did last night every once in a while.

I've been blessed with the gift of having something to do at all times. Maybe boredom is just a conflict with perception but I know I haven't bored in weeks.

I need to take a nap, still haven't slept much. Sleep is good. The Lord is good.

There are tanks upon tanks of urine being transported across this continent at all times. Don't worry though its frozen while shipping in order to keep it from decaying. This fact is insane to me, but even more insane is the fact that no one has come out with a buddy movie where two guys try to make it rich by high jacking a piss-train. Chemical companies seem to be paying big money for urine, henceforth all the transportation troubles and technology. Seems trains have gold mines running up and down ready to be snatched up like my piss-train example.

Last night was another fantastic night at the Grove. Yes, I am still hung over, but I had to go to work and sit here to do nothing. I feel like I was out for maybe half an hour last night but in actuality I was out for closer to 3-4 hours, at the Grove at least. It was fun seeing old friends, and I only say 'old' b/c I mean to say they are not considered friends anymore.

I don't see how people get fat from drinking, b/c the next day eating is the last thing I want to do. Sleeping, does that make you fat, b/c that's what I rather do. Especially at the end of a week that saw me average 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Yet, I see that as a plus, b/c instead of doing nothing I was having a hell of a lot of fun. I don't mind trading sleep for fun, but it can't be any of that fake fun they try to jive me into down behind the liquor store.

I should get some tunes in my car by later today. The moment of silence will come to an abrupt end.

I'm supposed to attend a training meeting today b/c I missed the mandatory training meeting a few weeks ago. Some said I should be fired for not going to the previous meeting, but who will they get to sit here and look like something is being done. I was given what is known here as 'two strikes' which is supposed to wedge me somewhere between we don't want you here any more and we're doing you a favor so you better be kissing our feet. I never felt so secure in my job. The meeting was half mentioned to me in a matter of fact way and my only reply was that it would be superfluous for me to go seeing how I am already serving punishment for not going. They could have negotiated with me and found that I would have tried to go, but in the end probably wouldn't have, but hey at least I tried, or not so much. There is absolutely no way I am going to attend any type of training for a job I have been doing for now over 3 years. With the amount of turnover there is at this place I should be conducting some sort of training. Obviously that would be the last thing I would want to do anyways. Stupid of me to even mention it.

I seem to have slowly given in to allowing my guitar skills to deteriorate. Sad story, I know, but what can you do when life deals you some cards to play. Jerry Garcia said sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down.

Things at the moment are great, and I don't want to forget how convinced of this fact I am at this moment. Its amazing how one person can put everything else in perspective. Thanks, God.

I don't remember if I ever said anything about my friend Christian's favorite movie of all time- The Girl Next Door. I know he wanted me to say something on it so I will. I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything.

The Girl Next Door stars a nerd no one has ever seen, not even his biological parents, and the girl from 24, soon to be known as The Girl Next Door seeing as how DVD sales for the movie have gone through the roof. Initially thought of as a failure, the movies second life is fueling a new opinion of the movie as of being high quality. Its a great movie that has stuck the movie "True Romance" in a "made-for-teen" machine. Nice story, mildly humorous, and sexy at times The Girl Next Door has a lot of good things going on and doesn't try to be more than it is, which is a cutesy love tale for adolescent Porn lovers.

True Romance on the other hand is a great movie, although few have ever heard about it. It was directed by Tony Scott who would go on to receive massive acclaim for his next movie Crimson Tide, and had already directed Top Gun and Days of Thunder among other movies. The movie was written by none other than Quentin Tarentino. Needless to say the movie is fast-paced, action packed, and full of witty dialogue. From the opening conversation about Sonny Chiba movies there is no doubt that it is a movie Tarentino fans will like. I say the movie is like The Girl Next Door b/c its premise surrounds the same line of fall in love with a dirty girl and now must lose her pimp/producer.

Both good movies, recommend watching both. But if you need to go with one over the other True Romance comes out on top. Plus you'll recognize most of the actors.

I lost my radio. I must drive without any music. This is the highest degree of torture I would never hope to endure. On drives longer than 20 minutes I start going mad. I start singing to myself but its mostly gibberish. Its amazing how I can't stand silence.

The reason for my lack of tunes is b/c I left the keys in the ignition turned half way. So the radio stayed on and drained the battery, hence killing it. When the battery dies my car has some anti theft mechanism on the radio that requires a code to be input to make it work once it receives power again. I'm sorry if that is complicated.

I don't have the code, this happened before and I'm not totally positive on how I got it fixed. I think I took it to the dealer, which is what I will do this time. Translation- Friday is booked.

This is the only downside to having locked my keys in my car. Thankfully it worked out that I was able to get a ride home and back from the lovely Melanie. Traffic was terrible, but in keeping with focus positive it was nice to spend some time with her, mundane as it was.

Here's the best part of all my car troubles, once I got back to my car I realized that I left my the car partially on. This is what I referred to earlier. I walked in on the Baptist Christian Ministry while they were about to begin their worship session. I only went in there b/c its right next to the Christian Science Organization, where I park. The Baptists were happy to help out and I thank the Lord for placing them in my path. I was able to jump my car relatively quickly and get going.

Fun story.

Ecclesiastes doesn't mention that there is a time for blogging among everything else.

I wrote something yesterday but messed up and it got deleted. Just b/c it didn't make it I am going to say that it was the funniest post ever. I completed almost everything I set out to do this week. Thank the Lord. The only thing left is to figure out where the parties are tonight, but I always figured this would be the easiest to accomplish, and would be done at the last minute.

The NFL started last night. I didn't realize how fantastic, overtly fantastic, it is to watch professional football. Sure, the collegiate level has its pageantry and tradition, but if you like the game for what it is then there is nothing better to spectate than the league. I'll stop talking about it now before I give myself an erection.

Oh now would be a good time to link this story I tried to link yesterday before the whole post was deleted. Click here.

Last night was fun. And this will be the greatest understatement just leaving it at that.

Tonight my school plays FSU, on nat'l television, as always. 5 times in four years, that's the streak we are going for. It would be a milestone if we got it done. I say we b/c I go to the school, so yes, we will win.

Baseball has finally become interesting to follow. Seems to me that almost the entire season is white noise. It is as if the first 5 months of the season are like that "Regis and young female" show, you know, something that people put on the tv in the morning but only glance at while they are getting ready or tying their shoes. Maybe this part of the season is like later in the morning when The Price is Right comes on. Now there is quality television.

I'm out like a dog's penises once Ryan Maderos has pet it. (true story)

The longest weekend known to man has come and gone from the Magic City and I am left wanting more. Yes, if you can believe, I have enjoyed myself thoroughly throughout this "Happy Hurricane" season. From venturing into the Everglades to South Beach, to being able to relax on the beach today, even through the random parties I was able to attend, there wasn't a part of this hurricane holiday that I would trade. The Lord has blessed my hurricane season it seems, after an unpromising start with the whole Charley- punta gorda excursion that went to shambles.

So moving onward and westward the week ahead looks promising due to many variables, the main one being the fact that I only have 3 days of school. There are three objectives that are to be accomplished during the week.

1. Apply for bartending jobs at the few places I have heard about.

2. Find out and get invited to as many post-game parties following this Friday's game.

3. Take a girl out at some point and leave with something concrete.

Yes, all ambitious goals that will push me right through the week and leave me thinking how did it all past by so fast by the time Sunday morning arrives. Being able to complete these three things should get some type of snowball rolling for the semester. Work, parties, and sex is what I have seemed to boil the week down too. I wont make any predictions though.

Actually I will make one prediction and that is that Miami will beat Florida State this coming Friday.

The weekend was great, I was able to waste a lot of time and indulge in tons of food. I can't wait till Hurricane Ivan comes. I'm already trying to plan my own Hurricane Party. Keep your ears to the ground.

I find myself talking to her, while her friends look at me. They know as well as I do that its them my eyes see. They're holding their thumbs up like if its 1983. What the fuck is that supposed to mean. Anyone, someone please explain. Is that supposed to help me. I love how willing people are at times to give their vote of confidence. Thank you so much, those thumbs up saved the night. Now my mind is totally focused, no distractions, no none.

I say what do they know, b/c I never saw it that way. My mind wasn't in a, how do you say, "thumbs up"-mode. It is all okay though, all fine.

More hurricane paranoia, feels like yesterday people were stockpiling for Charley tuna, well, now they have something to use it for. That's why I hope it comes, just so people get a chance. If not, what a waste. I bet a higher percentage of people here have shutters compared to central Florida. I may be wrong, but who would know.

Week 2 of school has come and passed and in usual Miami panic mode, this week could not beat last weeks (Week 1) record for school days in a week. Everyone thought it had a chance but what a surprise! Right when we thought we ready to have a full week, booyahkasha, it cuts off right in front of you. Next week already has four days to it, leading to speculation that we may be in for quite a s;slump for school days in a week. Sad to say this school season has started off on, what academia hopes, is a low point.

Hoping for a hurricane party tonight. A party before a hurricane would be dope, as my homies down the block say.

Click this. That is a link to a story, my favorite part is that he drove 12 miles home. Wow.