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Women

2007-06-29T00:22:00.001-05:00

Basically over the past year I have tried to stay away from women, no I'm not gay. They always piss you off. I will not name any names in this segment because it isn't necessary. So this past semester I started to fall for this girl. She is very pretty and I really liked hanging out with her. Basically nothing happened till summer was starting. I found out ways to hang out with her more and more and with this I started to like her more and more. Eventually I worked up the courage to ask her on a date, which she agreed on. First off, I have ZERO self-confidence when it comes to girls that I like. If the girl is just a friend I have no problems and act perfectly normal around them. If I like the girl it is a totally different story. I get really nervous around then, stutter all over my speech, and best of all fidget. We go out and have a wonderful time. About a week later stuff isn't going so well and we demote ourselves to friend status. This isn't what makes me upset though. The fact that I really like this girl is what makes me upset. Getting to see her is the highlight of my week. When I find out that I'm going to get to see her I cheer up and can't wait for the day. I day dream about this girl all the time at work and at home.

I'm in between a rock and a hard place right now. It is upsetting that I try again and boom it fails. Still my failure rating isn't as bad some other people. That must have sucked trying to make the first light-bulb, thank God I can go to Home Depot and buy one. I guess I will have to take a word of advise from Monty Python, "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life." From Spamalot, which is a totally different topic in itself.

What I have been up to since my last post

2007-06-29T00:18:00.000-05:00

Hello again long time no see. I have taken almost a year off from blogging and have decided to return. This last year has been quite uneventful. In this post I will announce some future blogs that I will be working on. Some topics include: World of Warcraft, Music School, Resident Assistant, and the ever so popular topic of women.

Nice guys finish last

2006-07-15T04:10:00.000-05:00

Whoever said nice guys finish first should be shot. I consider myself to be a nice person and most of the times too nice. I do let people walk all over me, but o well.

There is this girl at work that I have a pretty big crush on and finally one day I work up the courage to ask this girl on a date. I would go out with my friends and talk about her all the time, which drove them crazy because they know that I have no "balls" when it comes to girls. Most of my friends happen to be girls, but when it comes to liking a girl I feel like I'm from another planet. I don't see how it so hard for me to express my feelings to a girl. Do I feel weak? or like I'm not a man? Seriously I don't know. If I have the "just friend" mentality it is easy for me to talk with that person, but if I have the "I like you" mentality I freeze.

Back to the reason that I'm writing this at 4am.

So, after a week of my friends "building me up" I finally work up the courage to ask this girl on a date. I had been questioning to myself all day what I was going to say to her. Should I be funny? or serious? I decide to go with the serious route. Mistake #1. I walk up to her and ask her if she would like to go out this weekend. Mistake #2. She looks at me and says, "Are you serious? I would rather us just be friends." BOOM!!! The absolute WORST thing to say! Tell me that you can because you will be in the hospital and then shot yourself with a staple gun in the stomach. (family guy reference) This is a swift kick to the nuts! I felt like I had been kick by an elephant. I said ok whatever.

Now, to evalutate my mistakes.

Mistake 1. I should have gone with something funny because if it backfired I could have played it off as a joke.

Mistake 2. Should have been more specific, For example, Would you like to go to (inceret place here) with me this weekend?

Adderal or life

2006-04-26T00:49:00.000-05:00

This semester has been a giant experiment for me. I am blessed with ADHD, and I wanted to see if I could go without my medicine. I had the idea for this over the winter break. Last semester I did take my meds and it was a successful year in academics, but at the expense of every thing else.

When on meds, like Adderal, you can consentrate really well, but you go through very dramatic mood swings. There were times when I would be really happy and not five minutes later I would be really depressed. Also, when I was taking adderal I would literly go days without eating. It can and did supress my appertite. Another bad thing is that you have a hard time going to sleep. If you take your medicine too late in the day then you are screwed for sleeping that night. This are major drawlback of taking this.

Over this semester I have been my normal off medicine self. I'm always in a good mood, but at the expenise of my academic work. I have a really hard time staying focused to complete a task. (FYI so far this post has taken me 20 minutes) My grades this semester will not be as good as last semester.

(30 minutes)

What should I do? Should I take the hit to my physical well being or do good in school?

18 to bullet, 21 to shot

2006-04-19T10:36:00.000-05:00

Why is that in America you can fight and die for your country at the age 18, but you can't legally drink until you are 21? Personally I don't drink, but this is an issue that really confuses me. I think that if a person is old enough to take a bullet he is old enough to drink.

Edit: So I did a little research on this topic over the weekend. A State is allowed to change the drinking age to whatever they please, but the government stepped in and said that if you don't have the drinking age at 21 then we will take away your highway funds. This is the reason that the age is not 18.

Also, over the weekend I talk with my friend that is fighting in the war in Iraq and asked him that if he wanted an alcoholic drink would he get in trouble? He said no. He said that his comanding officer doesn't care what he does in his free time, but as long as he is aware and ready at anytime to do his job he doesn't care.

So, if you are in the military, depending on your CO, you can drink while you are on active duty, but if you go home you are considered a normal person.

akward

2006-03-03T10:52:00.000-06:00

Over the past few weeks I have been trying to branch out and hang out with new people. I found a couple people that I really enjoyed hanging out with, but for some strange reason it seems like they have fallen off the planet. Two weeks went by and I heard nothing from them. On my birthday they suddenly drop by and wish me a happy birthday. I was very happy that they did this, but the very next day they went straight back to avoidance mode. What should I do?

i feel like a doormat

2006-03-02T21:09:00.000-06:00

We had sign ups for rooms next year today and wow did I get the shaft. I signed up for a single early in the day and was told that I would have a single for next year. I go to Ump Lee to eat a little dinner and when I return I have an e-mail from my hall director. I open it up thinking that it was just another stupid e-mail that she sends out, but this was address directly to me. It stated that she had screwed up and I was no longer in a single, but in a double and that I have less than 12 hours to find a roommate or I will be stuck with a freshman next year. First off I have been looking for a roommate for the past 2 months and couldn't find one, what makes you think I will be able to find one in the next 12 hours? Everyone that I wanted to room with for next year either 1) has a roommate or 2) is moving off campus next year. I had been asked earlier in the semester if I wanted to room with some people in an apartment, but turned them down because there is a possibility that I could be an RA next year and they suggest that you live in the dorms. So, in other words I will be an RA next year, or stuck with another crappy roommate. If you don't know about him then read a few of my other posts. It is not fun living with a cronic masturbator.

Why is it that nice people always get stepped on? Do I look like a doormat? Obviously to some people I do. I at-least hope that I look like a nice doormat, like the ones from pottery barn. I think that I need to walk around with giant speakers and play not your stepping stone by the monkeys all day long.

best birthday ever

2006-03-01T10:28:00.000-06:00

Yesterday was my birthday and it was great. I had strep throat and felt like absolute crap. On top of that because of my wonderful procrastination skill I got to write an essay too. The cherry on top was the music theory exam at 8am. Nothing makes you feel worse on your birthday than all of this. The good parts about my birthday was I only went to two classes and got to sleep a whole lot. I spent almost the entire day in my room sleeping. When I wasn't sleeping I was either writting or editing my essay. My roommate did suprise me by waking me up and taking me to chipotle for dinner. (the only meal of the day) Even though every bite hurt like no other, it ws worth it. Normally I just complain about my roommate for eating my food and not showering, but now I'm going to switch sides. This was the first time that I have ever seen my roommate care for anyone else but himself. I was really shocked. Maybe he is turning around and starting to act like a 20 yr old. Or maybe it was just a quark in his daily routiene, the world my never know.

the forgotten section

2006-02-14T22:51:00.000-06:00

So, I just got done with my first professional job as a freelance percussionist. I made so money that I didn't have before, so I guess it was worth it. This wasn't the New York Phillharmonic, but it was something that I can put down on my resume as professional experience. During rehearsals I found the conductor to be somewhat of a cocky sob. I put it behind me and got on with the job. After the concert is done the conductor aknowledges each section of the orchestra to the audience. He starts out with the brass, then the woodwinds, and finally the strings. Then he heads off stage. He comes back out and does the same thing and leaves once again. After a dull roar of applause, the house lights turn on and everyone starts to leave. While everyone else is leaving I look at the other percussionist and say, "Did he just forget about us?" They looked as puzzled as I, and all agreed. Now i know what the fat kid feels like in dodgeball. I get over this quick and start to move all the stuff back to where it belongs. After about twenty minutes of moving stuff we are finally done and ready to get paid. We walk right by the conductor and instead of saying a hello or noticing that we exist, he quickly (and rudely) turns and walks away. We pick up the check and start to leave.

What gives a person the right to be a complete and total asshole? Last time i checked noothing. I don't care who you are, what you have done, or how much money you make you should stilll be nice to people. Remember the Golden Rule we were all taught in kindergarden? Treat others how you would like to be treated. Apparently this does not exist anymore. Even if you are the best in what you do, you should still treat others with respect. All people care about these days is themself. I would bet that if someone was dying beside you, you would walk away and say "sucks to be him." But, if someone were to take your money away from you, you would do anything to stop them.

Since when is a human life worth less than money? As a lifeguard over the summer we had many training days and this is one I will never forget. The head guard picks out five of us and said, "Show me a good scan of the water." So they all stand up and do a "good" scan of the water. Now, he throws in a roll of quarters and said "Now, do a scan of the water." These lifeguards were looking into that water so hard to find that money. BAM! This just proves my point. Sadly, I have to admit that I was one of the lifeguards.

This point of all this rambling is remember your kindergarden manners and treat others how you would like to be treated. You never know something you might do or not do could change someones life.

Sick

2006-02-07T11:40:00.000-06:00

Being sick sucks! I had a stomach virus which made me feel not so hot. I was bowing to the porcelain king. So, I started to feel better today, but when I got back in my room after morning classes there wsa a gross odor in my room. It smelt so bad that my stomach started to hurt again and I felt like I was going to toss my cookies, but sadly I havn't eaten anything so it would have been just stomach acid! I have to leave the room right after i get in. I think the culprit to the smelly room is my roommate. Lets examine the evidence. 1) He might bath two times a week. MInd you that he is 20. 2) He leaves all his dirty cloths on the floor. If you share a room with someone atleast have the decency to pick up after yourself. I have to admit I'm not the neatest person, but I don't leave my dirty socks and underware laying around the room. 3) He never takes out his trash. There is a pizza box that has been empty for the past 3 weeks that is still lying guess where, on the floor. In the room there is a visable line seperating his side and my side of the room. His side is a clutter of books, trash, and cloths. Mine you can see the floor and can walk without tripping over something. If you ever want to witness this just tell me and I will be happy to let you see for yourself so you can formulate your own opinion. If karma played a roll in this roommate, I wonder what I did to deserve this! I think I'm going to take my meds and hopefully will feel better.

forgetfulness sucks

2006-01-26T22:05:00.000-06:00

Over the past few weeks I have been trying to think of something to blog about, but nothing was worth blogging about. Last night I had this great idea about a topic, but when I went to write it out this morning I had no clue what it was about. I know I can't be the only person this has happend to. There you are falling asleep and a stroke of genius hits you, but you are either 1) too tired or 2) too lazy to get up and write about it. Then in the morning when you want to write you have a stroke of stupidity and can't remember anything. You rack your brain for a while, but give up because it is like trying to get a puppy not to pee in thee house, it isn't going to happen. I just recently got 2 puppies and man they are a handful, but that is another post. The stupid thing is that I might remember my idea again tonight, or when I'm eating a buritto from chipotle. Too bad my mind isn't like a computer. All I would have to do is search in my "blog ideas that you want to use, but are too tired or lazy to write them down" file and search for what I was thinking about. A bad part about being a computer brain is that someone will hack into my brain and delete everything or make me do stuff that I don't want to do. Could you imagine the doctor bill for relearning how to walk or breathe? It could also be a good thing becuase if I ever wanted to learn about the Loch Ness monster, all I would have to do is logon to the internet, download the file, search for viruses, then move it to my "B" drive. If you could do this you could be a doctor one day then a fireman the next. I don't know about you but I wouldn't want a lawyer/garbageman/CIA agent/chef/engineer/bus driver doing open heart surgery on me. I guess this is why we don't have computers as brains and go to school to get an education.

Jake

2006-01-22T22:08:00.000-06:00

I wish there was something that I could do to make you better. Sorry that I could not be there for you in your time of need. Over the last ten years you have brought joy to my life and were always there for me when I needed a friend. I will cherish every moment that I spent with you. From the day that we took you home, to the first summer we spent together. I will remember the times that you took yourself for a walk, and the times you got on the kitchen counter for that extra treat. I will remember the day that you were diagnosed, and the last trip to the vet. You were so happy on the outside, but I knew there was a silent killer inside. That was the hardest decision I have every had to make. You will always hold a special place in my heart as my best friend. It was great to be with you and I wouldn't trade these memories for the world. We will meet again someday, but until then you will be missed.

new month

2005-12-01T11:43:00.000-06:00

It is a new month here at SMU and we all know what time it is. Time to plant new flowers! It's not like the old flowers were dead or even look old, but the fact is they went out of style. Sure the campus is pretty, but do you really have to replant every single flowerbed every month? This seems a little extravagant to me. The worst part about this is they just throw the old flowers away. We spent a few thousand dollars to make this flower bed, but now it's not in style. So instead of relocating the old to make room for the new lets just throw them away. Yeah for being wasteful!

Sinse my moms birthday is towards the beginning of the month I'm thinking about going to one of the flower beds and taking a vast array of colorful flowers and give them to her for her birthday. You might say this would be stealing, but is it really stealing if they are just going to be thrown out the next day? It isn't like we didn't pay for them. I guarentee that any mother that got a card and some nice SMU flowers for her birthday would be happy. I seriously wonder how much money is dumped into landscaping every year. Sadly, one would never know because if the dean released this there would not be enough ambulances to take care of all the people having heart attacks. I guess this is kinda like the tootsie pop commercial. The world may never know.

NEW RANT!!!

2005-11-29T21:09:00.000-06:00

I'm so excited I found something new to rant about! I got bored one day and decided to look up words in the dictionary. I was flipping to random pages and seeing what new words I could learn. As I was flipping around in the dictionary I found the word suicide. The definition of suicide is: "act of killing oneself purposely. Now this got me thinking. The only state the suicide is legal is Oregon, but since you are dead what are they going to do to you? It is not like they can put you in jail or give you the death penalty. So, I was walking around campus to go to my next class and couldn't help noticing how many people smoke. Everywhere you pass there is someone smoking. This made me think on the definition I found earlier, suicide. Smoking gives you cancer, emphysema, chronic bronchitis, heart disease, or many other serious diseases that help kill you. Does this sound a little like suicide to you? Sure your not slitting your wrists, but you sucking on a death stick. Have you ever noticed on the health insurance commercials that it tells you that if you are 40 and not a smoker you can get premium life insurance for $5 a month! Did anyone else catch that? If you are not a smoker!. The insurance companies must know something about smoking. It must lower your life expectancy and also increase your rise of major diseases. On the surgeon generals warning for cigarettes it says: Smoking causes lung cancer, heart disease, emphysema, and may complicate pregnancy. In my opinion it should say: Smoking WILL kill you. Also, since it is a form of suicide it should be banned everywhere except Oregon. Then all the smokers would go to Oregon and I could walk to class not having to hold my breath from cigarette smoke.

burn out, followed by joy

2005-11-21T00:46:00.000-06:00

Too much of a good thing is a bad thing. I have lost my spark for music. I hope i get it back before my jury. If you have any ideas leave me a comment.

On a happy note, I got to talk with one of my really good friends on aim tonight. I havn't seen here in a long time, but hopefully we will get to do the tri-fecta (chipotle, starbucks, then krispy kreme) during x-mas break. I also got to talk with another friend from fbcr. I really regret leaving there. I wish I would have talked to people about my problems instead of just running away from them. What is in the past is just that, in the past and there is nothing I can do about it now.

Another great thing is that my mom get her puppy today! She is so excited about her. I haven't seen my mom as happy as she was today in a long time. Jake, my greyhound, is a great dog, but my mom really wants a dog that would play and one that she could show. This puppy is so awesome! When I went home I fell in love with her after spending a few minutes with her. Puppies are the greatest little things. Everyone should have the opportunity to have a puppy. I think the new addition to the family will work out great.

My first orchestra concert

2005-11-18T22:36:00.000-06:00

Wow is all i can say. We played Mahlers 4th symhony. Really pretty piece, but a real snoozer for percussion. I played bass drum for this piece and played a grand total of 22 measures. I was curious as to how long this piece is and to my amazement, it is 53:30 long. That is a long ass time to just sit there. I am very greatful to have gotten the opportunity to play on the Mahler, but now I want to write an orchestra piece that is an hour long percussion feature with string accompaniment. The thing drove me nuts the most during rehearsal was when a string player would complain about counting rests. When you play in 95% of a piece you should not complain.

I found orchestra rehearsal is a great time to complete any homework that you need to do. My personal favorite subject to work on is Music Theory during orchestra. Although Dr. Wick strongly advised me not to work on homework during orchestra, I do it anyway. When I am doing something I will stay put and not make an idiot of myself or worse draw unwanted attention to myself. I think I will take my chances of doing homework during orchestra and if Dr. Phillips catches me and gets mad I will tell him that Dr. Wick told me it would be good to do theory during orchestra.

How I wish I was an Aggie

2005-11-18T10:21:00.000-06:00

What I would give for Texas A&M to have a good music school. My parents are Aggies and I was raised to keep the tradition going. When SMU played A&M I had a blast! Everyone else was complaining about how hot is was and also how bad we were getting beat. My favorite part of Aggie football games is the yells. If it is your first experience at Kyle field then you are in for a big treat.

When we got to Kyle Field I felt at home. Everyone there is extremly nice and real. Not as many fake people as there are at SMU. There is not an ongoing war to see who can wear the most designer clothing to a football game. Instead, everyone shows up in their maroon A&M t-shirt. They don't have to spend $100 on a hoodie because it has an aligator on it. This is the thing that I can't stand about SMU! For the most part people here are jackasses. How can you judge someone on the cloths that they wear? After being submerged in this materialistic cult, the only thing that keeps me from going insane is the few trips that I get out of the bubble. Everyday I imgaine if I went to A&M. I could say "Howdy!" to people and they wouldn't look at me like I'm a hick. But this isn't a perfect world, so for the next for years I will be exiled in University Park.

Chipotle vs Freebirds!

2005-11-11T19:24:00.000-06:00

We had just finished wind ensemble rehearsal and I was extremly hungry. I was trying to find a group of people to go eat with and my choices were Ump lee or Freebirds. I had been before and was not satisfied with it at all. Given the two places where I could eat I sucked it up and decided to give Freebirds another try.

Jimmy, Rebecka, Rebecka's sister, Katie, and my self pile into the SUV. We get there and I'm thinking maybe it will be good this time. So I go up to order and get a chicken monster. I start to eat it and remember why I didn't like it the first time I went. It tastes like nothing! Plus it is very dry. The rice tastes three days old and the chicken had been microwaved so many times that it had no flavor. Here I am extremly hungry, but at the same time not impressed at all with this "monster" that is infront of me. I knew it was not good when Ump Lee food sounded good. Since I had already wasted $8.25 on the thing I decided to eat it.

Chipotle on the other hand is Gods gift to buritto connoisseurs. Each buritto is a work of art. No other buritto comes close to a Chipotle buritto. The chicken and rice both have a wonderful flavor. Unlike when you bite into a Freebird, a chipotle buritto makes you mouth do a little dance. Also, the music in Chipotle is a lot better. At Chipotle they play latin jazz to complete the Chipotle experience. Freebirds on the other hand plays no music. It is nice to have some sort of music going on in the background because if you can't think of anything to talk about you can always get up and dance or talk about how cool the piece that is being played is.

In conclusion, Chipotle rocks and Freebirds sucks.

The story behind the Mustard Faction

2004-03-13T22:15:00.000-06:00

I think this is how it goes...

So, renee and i were talking about what types of dressings we like on sandwiches and stuff. well, i have never found someone who loves mustard the way that i do and also lothes mayo in any shap or form. So then we decided that we were going to make a Mustard Faction :). I made shirts and they are the coolest thing ever. renee and i decided that we would wear our Mustard shirts to school one day. that caused an uproar. it was funny b/c at lunch we both literly got in arguments about how Mustard was superior to mayo. then the mayo people wanted to be like the Mustard faction so they created their own faction. (which is WAY inferior the the Mustard Faction) so, then we decided to recruit people for the Mustard Faction.

**Mustard Faction Members**
*renee dirkse (co-founder)
*scott cooper (co-founder)
*ryan marsh
*chris allan
*brian carter
*chelsea marsh
*clint revels
*drew harrel
*brian raz

If you would like to join the Mustard Faction....
1. you must love mustard and hate mayo and all junk made with that nasty stuff.
2. you must talk to renee or scott.

so there you have it, the story of the Mustard Faction