Second, I am also happy to say that I edited my resume. I don't know why I should be happy about this, but I think it's far major improvement from the last one that I made. If I may say so myself, you can pick up dog crap with it, and people will read the essay and notice the crap in it, not on it. Or did I just get my prepositions wrong?
Third, I am also also happy that I am getting my blogs out there. I've been procrastinating on putting these blogs out simply because I am surrounded by tons of nonsense around me every night, thus not giving me a chance to actually do what I have to do.
Speaking of which...
I've noticed lately that I've been writing blogs without respect to anyone. I've been writing in a style that screams Barry Bonds (which is a substitute for "Me against the World" - By the way, it's also a great Tupac song. By the way, it is also not Alex Rodriguez, because he is only hated by the New York Media right now for the Madonna issue, unless he too took 'roids.)
I sincerely apologize for those who I have attacked with my words, whoever recognizes themselves or not. These words were fueled with hate, and a couple of warm milks at one in the morning, and when I'm sleepy, I'm the equivalent of a drunk who can either be totally honest and spill it all out, or just be a madman.
I have been having a thought of going all out in my senior year, as previous blogs have mentioned it. The thing is, even though there is the thought, the execution of the plan is unknown. To me, as much as I would love to go all out, I would want to set my limits to my "going all out" agenda, where it is fun, but it is safe, but extreme (I know, rather paradoxical), such as that I want to go all out, but I don't have to drink, smoke, have sex individually, or simultaneously on the same night on the same place. In all seriousness, I don't think that going all out that way benefits anybody. It only hurts people. And it can hurt relationships, in a really really bad way.
Proof? See Jerry Springer and/or Maury. Last time I was channel surfing, it was eleven in the morning at channel five.
As of now, this risk-taking lifestyle for me is new. No, I'm not talking about risk-taking like bungee jumping or skydiving, but it's simply one of those things where one has the "high-risk and and high-reward" situations, where I usually was more passive compared to being more risky.
To tell anyone the truth, I didn't want to release this blog to anyone, or to write one publicly to start with. I only started writing notes on Facebook because I was depressed at the time and I simply hate to cry as well because I hate looking like a jackass and I didn't want to sleep on a wet pillow.
Unfortunately for me, one of my emotion-laden notes was recognized by Quemars Ahmed the Great (I swear, I'd better get credibility for this, Q), and told me to start a blog, just for the hell of it, and he kept telling me it was legit.
Since there's no way in saying no to Q even though he's like fifty miles away, and the lack of more productive things to do, I started writing this blog, and I must say that this is one of my best decisions in my life, which right now is probably second or third to joining YnG and deciding to be a chef.
With this blog, I believe that it beats out writing a handwritten journal. Even though Americans are uber lazy these days with all the technology and no awareness of the recession that we are going through now (I don't have a job yet, and yes, I have the right or privilege to be bitter), I must give them credit for toughing it out this far, and Internet is like the best creation ever on mankind. Minus Earth, or course (I believe in God, but I'm not too religious).
With this blog, I get to know people, and their opinions on a lot of stuff that I want to write, or have written already. Plus, with this one, I wouldn't be the average joe saying "How's the weather" to start a conversation with a woman of my choice. I would say, "Do you like blogging?"
Like that Twix commercial, everyone needs a moment.
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