Blue Cheese, Fun Rocks and Shakespeare

The weekend has ended and I can’t say i’m sad to see it go. If I would have done anything interesting I might be complaining but this weekend was BORING… I had every intention on cleaning up this weekend and well besides from my bathroom I failed to motivate myself enough. I had hoped to see my sister Sandy and my nieces today but that didn’t work out. My sister Misty has been released from the hospital and besides from battling dehydration she is doing well.

I watched this series “Fallen” this weekend and am unimpressed. It was really stupid but I found myself glued to the television. It was either watch t.v. or play World of Warcraft and to tell you the truth I’m tired of WoW. I had the opportunity to go race Go-Karts so really my bored is my own fault. I just didn’t want to spend too much money this weekend.

I’m not really looking forward to work tomorrow but atleast for a few hours I will have something to do. I miss my teenage years. I admit it I was a bad kid. I enjoyed drugs, car surfing and other activities that I left behind when I decided to clean up my act. I’m a boring person now. I talked to my friend Bear for the first time in awhile and when I told him I wasn’t dating anyone he seemed shocked. I’m tired of relationships at the moment and will be for some time. I have my reasons! I doubt I will ever date another girl who tells me “I have issues with my father.” That was a bad experience in the end. I will admit some part of me wishes I never left “the one” behind but I felt like I did what was best for me and her. Oh well a court case really wakes you up. Just don’t ever go to court with steel toed boots on! Setting off the metal detectors is fun but when you have a cranky deputy it can be one hell of an experience.

Religion

Religion is a touchy subject for many people. It has been a building block for many cultures and a catalyst for many conflicts. There is no way to count the number of lives that have been lost through persecution and war. The idea that any one religion is more important than another and that somehow justifies murder has turned me off of organized religion.  

Before I continue I will discuss something about myself.

I am considered Catholic because that is what my parents told me and I was too young to remember different. I haven’t been to church since I was twelve and I only went back then because they gave away scooters and candy. When I was five I was thrown in a dark closet because I coughed too loudly in church. My fondest memory of church was when I went with my friend and his family to a predominately African American congregation. I was one of only two caucasions there but the experience was amazing. They truly celebrated their beliefs and I was never treated differently. I loved the experience and found it very rewarding.

That being said I am against organized religion. That doesn’t mean I am an atheist or that I am prejudice against anyone because of their beliefs. Being against organized religion doesn’t mean I turn my back or discredit anyone who has a strong conviction. I admire people for who they are and will not judge them because my belief system is different from theirs. I am turned off to organized religion because the truth is I see it as a major source of conflict.

Group A doesn’t like how Group B thinks and therefore Group A believes that it is okay to persecute Group B. Group A and Group B can represent just about any religion because the truth is at one time each group has persecuted another because they didn’t agree with them.

The biggest problem is Fanatics. I can’t stand anyone who hurts another human being because they have a different view of life.

One of my best friends is Muslim. He was born in Bosnia and had to live through the unlawful ethnic cleansing by Serbian forces. I can’t imagine what his family has gone through. I have heard some of the stories and when I think about it I get a sinking feeling. I love his mother as she is one of the nicest people I have ever met. I try to put myself in their shoes and I can’t. I am truly glad I have met him and his family because theirs is the greatest story of courage.

I must admit I was ignorant about how to interact with him at first. I blame it on my lack of knowledge in other cultures when I was younger. What I found out is he is exactly like me. We love women, movies, sports, women, sports, movies and did I mention women! We have the same sense of humor. We watch the same movies. We enjoy most of the same activities. He got into cagefighting but I hate getting hit so all I can do is root for him. He is like a brother to me and I would fight for him just as much as I would fight for anyone else in my family. I know he would do the same for me.

And whereas i’m not sure I said what I wanted to I said it and put it out there. I don’t think we should hate others because they are different. Race, religion and sexual orientation should never play a role in how you treat others.

Disclaimer: This topic is open for debate but please do not flame another religion or spew hatred about another person unless they are a scientologist but those guys are just weird.

Phone Conversations….

I don’t answer my phone half the time, unless it is my mother. Truth is I really just don’t like phone conversations. They waste too much of my time.

Phone conversations last too long. If I do answer the phone I would prefer to keep it to a one minute, three sentence minimum. My ideal phone conversation as follows…

“Hi”… “What’s Up?”…. “Later”

 Also I don’t want to spend the majority of the conversation saying goodbye. That annoys me. ”Bye”, ”Later”, “Alright, I’ll Talk to you later”, “Cool, I’ll see you around.”, “Peace.”, “tell your mom I said hello.” and so on and so on.. JUST HANG UP!!! When I end a phone conversation I say “Later” and hang up. I don’t wait for a response. 

I got a cell phone, true, but I really only have it because I needed a job. My service provider, who shall remain nameless(t-mobile), blows. They would be alright if I could actually use the phone inside my apartment. In order to use my phone I need to stand in front of the door or patio, put it on speaker phone and remain still. One move and I lose connection. I get great service at Wal-Mart though.

I have this girl who continues to call me despite the fact that I haven’t answered her call in two months. She sends me naked picture messages regularly but they are the same three pictures and well i’m tired of her wasting my money. I haven’t told her to go away because I believe it would hurt her feelings and well I don’t want to spend an hour on the phone making up excuses or apologizing for being so mean. So I don’t answer. She continues to call! I’m an asshole.

My mother is a different story. I can’t just ignore my mother because the next conversation will go three ways…. One, She will ask if i’m mad at her…. Two, She will ask me if i’m okay… or Three, She will complain. I love my mother!

And the number one pet peeve on the phone is…. someone who calls and then puts me on hold!

So to sum it all up… I hate the phone!

I’m writing a blog! Oh my god! How does my ass look? I think these jeans may be a little tight, don’t you? You are too kind!

I should start this by describing myself… Well I would if I knew who I was. Do you know me?

I can give you a rundown of some of the names I have been called…

Idiot..

Stupid..

Crazy..

Emo..

Friend..

Lazy..

Oh GOD!

and my favorite…. that little read headed mother……. really can’t continue that, there may be some youngin watching…. HI YOUNGIN!

I don’t really know what I will write about.. maybe my adventures in World of Warcraft! My love for music! Friends! Sex! Canadians! Erections! Stuff! My obsession with the pre-crackhead Yasmine Bleeth… I’m not sure really.

 But I hope you enjoy my constant ramblings nonetheless.