Thursday, July 18, 2013

Allow mw to re-introduce myself

Ah yes, the ol' blog. So it been a little over 6 months since I've written on here and been pretty scarce for a while before that one. That being said I think I'm going to try and make this a regular habit to write in here. Although I'm not sure if people still blog anymore, I feel like that was a big fad a few years ago and everybody else moved on except me. I'm like that guy cruisin Myspace, while the rest of the world is on facebook. Either way nobody reads this with the exception of the three people I'll tell when I'm done so it won't make any difference anyway. If that's the case though don't tell me and I'll live in my happy fantasy "blogs are still cool" world and be none the wiser. That being said I would like to re-introduce this blog (in the rare case that somebody other then the said three people stumble across this). Although I don't remember the exact reason I started this blog, it quickly turned into something other then just a blog. When I started it I had just dropped out of college and moved back home with my parents. As much as that sucks in its own right, I had a lot of personal issues that I was going through, and to keep a long story short, life was not good. As I pushed through and lived my day to day life I noticed I was keeping a lot of my anger and feelings inside. Being a guy I'm naturally a tad stubborn and didn't want to admit anything was wrong, I did the best I could to appear happy on the outside and not let anybody know I was miserable on the inside. One of my few confidonts recommended therapy, which I quickly rejected. Well to get back on topic I started a blog, and it didn't take long for me to use it as an outlet for all my pent up emotions. Once I realized I could do that and still not have to actually "tell" people my feelings I was hooked. I was like a 13 year old boy who learned about masturbating, and my emotions were... well I think you get the point. It seems that as I started to feel better and got my life back in order I wrote less as less as it wasn't "needed" to express things I otherwise wouldn't have said. I continued to write periodically but didn't have the same tone it did before. I wasn't venting and defending myself, I was almost grateful and happy. So now I'm at the crossroads of where do I take this blog. I don't need it the way I did before but I want to basically because I like doing it. Maybe it can be a way to keep in better touch with friends that aren't nearby or maybe I'll ramble on about nothing for a few pages, I don't really know. I'm just going to get on here and write whatever these fingers come up with. If you're hoping that after reading these last few minutes that I'm done with the boring part and the good part of the post is coming up you're going to be highly disappointed, that was the good part. This was just a trial run, dusting off the keyboard if you will. Hopefully after writing this I can still log on to my page to post this, if not I'm printing it and sending it out into the ocean in a bottle. This was just precursor, the boring part of the book that tells you what's going to happen in the book while actually telling you noting at all and you wished you hadn't read it but did anyway, ya that's what this as. At least you got it out of the way and know that from here on out I will actually have something interesting to read and not just me explaining stuff you didn't care about, and for that I say I'm sorry.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

That awkward moment when....

It’s been a little over a year since my last entry so I figure it’s been long enough and should probably write again because I hear if I don’t use it I’ll lose it. I don’t think that was about my blog but whatever I’ll just apply it to this and ignore its actual meaning because that’s a whole different story…. But I digress. I would like to start writing fairly frequently again just because I don’t ever write anymore and actually kind of miss it. Don’t get your hopes up though because I’ve made that statement before and look what happened. So let’s see, what has happened in the last 13 months? Not a whole lot would be pretty sufficient but I’ll do better than that. Since I stopped I had just finished my first semester in my electrical automation program. I am now starting my 4th and final semester and am looking anxiously towards graduation. After I finished my second semester I returned home to Virginia where I spent the summer living at home and working. Unless you count fishing and work exciting I didn’t really do a whole lot but sure was nice to be back. Unless you’ve lived in Utah, it’s hard to really understand how different it is out here so it’s always nice when I’m able to get back to what seems like “reality”. So now I’ve set my sights on moving back to Virginia when I finish up here and get a late start on the rest of my life. Also since I last wrote I’ve picked up a new hobby (although some say an obsession) with fitness and nutrition. I got a gym membership and actually used it unlike all the other gym memberships I had before. So when I got back out to school and saw the apartment fitness center that I used last year, I realized that it would not be sufficient for my new physical needs. I sucked up the cost of a gym membership, which is a lot to a broke college student, and have been going diligently for the better part of 5 months. I cannot express how much I enjoy going to the gym, it has totally changed, and taken over my life. I’ve always wanted to be bigger and stronger but never really wanted to work for it. Now its all I want to do. When I get to class all I can think about is going to the gym as soon as class lets out. After the gym all I can think about is a better way to improve the workouts I’ve done and to research better and more effective workouts and nutrition. It’s almost like the gym is my major and I just happen to go to college in my spare time. But unlike school I can see progress from my time spent in the gym and I absolutely love it. I’m not giving up on my school and the career I plan to go into but I feel like my health and fitness will always take precedents over that and would like to also turn it into a career. I‘ve been studying this stuff so much and love how it’s changed me, I would like to share what I’ve learned to help other change. Maybe do a little personal training on nights and weekends (after being certified of course) or just help friends that would like a change for the better in their life. Enough about that though, I feel like people get bored when I talk about that stuff (probably because it’s all I talk about now) so I’ll kind of change paths and just share an interesting story that happened over this past break when I was home. My first weekend back home over winter break I went out with my best friend to some bars out in Clarendon. The night itself was fairly uneventful and was mostly spent standing around making fun of all the weirdo’s that were staggering around as the effects of alcohol were starting to take over. What made them stand out were their very pronounced hipster outfits. I’m talking full on colored skinny jeans, plaid shirts, uncomfortable mustaches, glasses, beanie, and probably a weird fascination with Portland. Anyway, at the end of the night wound down, closing time finally came and I waited around as the lights came on and my friend went to close out his tab. At this point I was just leaning on a table by myself watching people leave when I felt a hand cup my right but check and give a very noticeable squeeze. My immediate thoughts were ok Nick got his tab and I ready to leave, but when I looked up Nick was just emerging from the mass of people around the bar and laughing hysterically. So my next instinct was to look around for a culprit. I looked around the only person within a 10 foot radius was one of the hipster guys. A little suspicious and maybe a bit perplexed, I looked at him with a questioning look on my face and boldly asked him “Did you just grab my ass?!” He replied, with his blank facial expression unchanged, “I may have”. Touché my friend! At that point I was more surprised at his reply then I was upset that he had just molested my ass. A few more words were exchanged and then he wandered off sea of people leaving. I don’t remember the last few words we said because I was still in shock of this guy not only grabbing but admitting to grabbing my ass. I don’t know why these sort of things happen to me but I seem to constantly find myself in these sort of awkward scenarios that always end up lose-lose for me. Guess that’s just part of life