Humor

So, as much as I'd like to say something philosophical, I'd instead like to tell everyone a humorous story.
So, I'm going to pick up The Lady Friend, cause her ride got super lost in my neighborhood, and I figured it would just be best if I met them at a place we both knew. So, I pull up to this three-way stop that's right across from the park in my neighborhood. The Lady Friend is stopped at the stop-sign at the stop on my right, so I figure I'll just make the right, turnaround and pick her up.
Well, as I roll up to my stop-sign, there's this lady there with what had to be her 4 grand kids and they're walking up to cross the street to go to the park. This would be completely normal, if it weren't for the fact that the lady and her grand kids were trying to cross on the side that didn't have a cross walk. All they had to do was cross to the other side of the street and voila, cross walk! But they didn't. So as I go to stop the lady just starts gesturing at me, and starts yelling. I guess I rolled past the line, which, when you're paying attention to someone gesturing wildly at you and yelling, isn't a big surprise. I couldn't really hear what she was saying because I was playing music, but I heard something about "you could've hit us!"
Whatever lady, all you had to do was take your lazy ass and your grandkids across the street and this would've never happened.
Anyway, I went and turned around and stopped to pick up The Lady Friend and the lady and her grandkids were now at the park. As soon as I get out of the car, she goes ballistic and starts yelling and cussing like crazy. I couldn't really hear her again but everytime she said something her grandkids would laugh hysterically, so I'm pretty sure she was cussing, and those kids were laughing alot. I just shrugged at her and laughed at her. SHe knew what I was doing, so she just yelled more.
As I was leaving with The Lady Friend, we drove by the park, and the old lady was still yelling, so The Lady Friend waved at her, and the old lady proceeded to flip us off.
HAHAHAHAHA. Stupid old lady.
Did I stop at the stop sign? Yes. Did I roll through some? Admittedly, I did. But I only did because she was busy yelling at me and I was paying attention to her.
And next time old lady, take your kids to the marked cross walk, and wait there. Maybe then you won't have to worry about your precious grand kids and maybe, just maybe you can teach them to cross safely instead of teaching them to do whatever they want and that cuss words are a good thing. Because all you've taught your kids today is that cussing is a big joke.

The Kid
~Platinum

A New Character for the Cast

So, now that I'm home and full of delicious food from last night's two delicious meals (I hope you all had wonderful and/or humorous Thanksgivings as well!) I think I need to post about something that has to do with home.
There's a girl here that I know, and like, but she isn't The Girl. So for those reasons, we'll call her The Lady Friend. Whenever I'm home we usually end up hanging out at some point (we will be later on today) and whenever we hang out I usually leave liking her alot more than I did before. The trouble is, I know it won't work out between us, especially now with the distance. In highschool, maybe it would have worked, I can't really be sure, and I was taken at the time. But I know that I like her and I think that if there weren't a few obstacles like distance and age in the way then I probably would call her The Girl.
The other thing stopping us, and I hate to say it, is that she has a history of not exactly being the most faithful of partners, and that doesn't work for me. And I know that if we were to date, it just would not work because of how far away I'd be, meaning I'd have no way of knowing what shes up to. I'd be paranoid as hell and my paranoia would be rationalized at some point I'm sure.
I hate to be so pessimistic, and she's such an awesome girl, but I don't know, this time I think I'm just being realistic.
Anyway, hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

The Kid
~Platinum

Home

So, I'm home for Thanksgiving. I took the train with some friends to the airport and waited with them until they left. I had to wait a couple extra hours for my flight but I didn't mind. A kid who lives in my dorm was on the same flight as me, and we ended up sitting together. That was pretty cool, and it made the flight a little easier, but all in all I still hate flying. I'm still not entirely sure why I do, I just know that I do.
I get on the plane and immediately my chest tightens up, I lose my breath, and I can't breathe anyway. I start to sweat. It really sucks. I'm not really sure why, I just always feel like we're just about to fall out of the air. Just plummet. Fall, Fall, Fall. (Which by the way, is an excellent song by a band called Razorlight. Check them out sometime) I guess that stems from my fear of heights, but that doesn't rationalize me feeling that terrified of airplanes. I think I can attribute another part of it to the fact that when I'm on an airplane, I have no control whatsoever and I have absolutely no idea what's going on really at any point in the flight. That small stutter in the sound from the engines could just be the pilots slowing the plane down. Or it could be the engine exploding. I tend to think its the second.
Is that a completely ridiculous conclusion to jump to? You bet your sweet ass it is. But I do it anyway.
I think though the biggest reason though is that I'm really afraid of what happens if the plane were to suddenly drop from the sky. I have no idea what's on the other side. Am I religious? Sometimes, I'm Roman Catholic by birth, but I disagree with a few things, so I have my own beliefs. They're kind of hard to articulate and I know I won't do a good job now, so maybe that's a topic for another day. Besides, I'm being philosophical enough as it is right now.
But anyway, I'm just really freaked out by the whole concept of death. And since I'm always convinced we're right about to blow up I immediately think about dying whereupon I have a massive panic attack. I'm prone to those sometimes, but only when I think about really heavy stuff.
Also, for me its a numbers game. What can I say? I like math and I know the statistics. A major plane accident hasn't occurred in a while. So I always think that its my plane thats going to be the 1/the long odds.

That's enough soul searching for today. Maybe one day I'll get over this irrational fear, but another might just take its place.

In other news, The Best Friend might be coming over later, and if he does I'm really looking forward to seeing him. It's been a while.

Anyway,
I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

The Kid
~Platinum

The Intro

Hello to anyone out there who reads this. I'm not exactly expecting a stellar following through any of this great experience. But let's go over the basics, shall we? Stuff like who I am, why I'm here, what I'll be saying, who'll I'll be referring to, etc. You'll catch on soon enough I suppose.
So... here goes

To start, I guess you can call me The Kid- but don't worry, I'll stick to first person. I'm a freshman in college, which will (depending on how you look at it) sadly, go unnamed. I'll probably be referring to this as "The School." I run track. Actually, I do field. I'm a pole vaulter. It's beyond fun, and, coincedentally, I am a huge fan of dirty jokes because pole vaulting is in fact one big sexual joke. Also, I'm playing Ice Hockey for The School too. Its only a club team, so I can do both. But practice is keeping me beyond busy. And last but not least I'll tell you for now that I'm a Physics Major. Crazy, neh? So I've been told.

Why have I started this? I feel that's an important question to answer before I actually get going explaining anything else. After all, you should probably ask yourself why are you here? At this blog I mean, I won't quite be getting that philosophical yet. But I digress.
In my freshman Writing/English seminar course (you know the ones that are all the rage now? they teach incoming freshman how to write?) we just had a unit on blogging and I wondered what it would be like to actually keep one. I wanted to know not just what it felt like to keep a blog, but also to be able to speak my mind whenever I wanted, for anyone interested to see. It's a cathartic exercise. I'm always telling myself I should be writing my thoughts down, just to get them out but I never do. I'm terrible at bottling up my feelings. But, here I am.
This should help.
Moving on.

What will I be saying? Pretty much anything that comes to mind. This is after all my blog. Some of this stuff may be deep, or may be superficial, I'm not really sure. I hope to have a healthy mix of both. The goings on of my life mixed in with my own musings on life.

So you're up to speed on names, here's who I'll probably be referring to often:

The Girl (I'll probably be talking about her alot)- The Girl doesn't actually exist yet, she's more of an abstract concept that represents the girl I'd like to meet and date. I'm terribly obsessed with finding The Girl, so I'll probably be discussing Her alot.
Right now, I have one in mind but I'm not so sure she knows I exist as more than just an entity she's sees every other day. We'll see how it goes. I'll keep you informed I'm sure. If I do ever find The Girl then she'll shift from a concept to a concrete object. But for now, she only exists in the realm of my dreams.

The Best Friend (I'll come up with an abbreviation at some point I'm sure)- This name speaks for itself. He's my best friend from high school- one of my only friends from high school actually. Unfortunately, he goes to another college, but we still keep in touch. I miss him alot. I'll probably be talking about him alot to.

The Fraternity- My fraternity here at college. No I will not be naming which one. Identity protection and all that jazz.

The Big Brother/ The Big- My big brother in my fraternity. He's basically the big brother I've always wanted. He's an awesome guy.

The Roommate- My roommate. We get along pretty well but I've got some stuff to say about him. We'll get to that eventually.

The Surrogate Roommate- A kid I've become very good friends with in my short time at college. He's practically my surrogate roommate and he's also my brother in The Fraternity. We're very different, its an interesting mix.


For now, I think that is everyone in the cast of characters that I'd like to introduce. There are more for sure, but I'll cover them another time. And as a sidenote, uncapitilized names are minor players in the days news. Maybe they'll be cool enough to get real nicknames one day.

So, I've covered what I said I would for today. Where do I go from here? I'm new to this game, and so therefore I'm not so sure. Let's see where my thoughts take me...

I think I need to rationalize my pseudo obsession with "The Girl."
You ever read Chobits? You remember the person just for me books that Chi reads? For me its almost like that.
I'm looking for the person just for me, and I've termed her The Girl. I even refer to her in conversation as such with The Surrogate Roommate. He laughs- says I'm crazy. I laugh too. After all, I'm just a teenager, why should I be so obsessed with finding the right girl for me?
A) I have a long life ahead of me
B) I'm going to be meeting a lot more girls in that span of time

But regardless of those two very compelling reasons, The Girl is still on my mind alot. I want someone to be there for me, to listen to my problems, to console me, to laugh at my jokes and tell me ones that are just as stupid. Maybe thats part of the reason why I'm here now. Maybe you're taking the role of The Girl (without any of the benefits) and I'm just too stubborn to actually admit it. I don't really know. But what I do know is that I'm concerned that I won't ever find The Girl. That I'll look and she'll never appear, or worse that I'll see her, but I won't realize she's The Girl until its too late.
Which brings me to my current situation. There is a girl that I sometimes feel I want to pursue. Sometimes I'm not sure though. I don't exactly have a lot of time for girls and therefore I dont really know if I want to engage in the pursuit. But when I think like that it makes me think that maybe I'm going to lose her, and then how would I ever know if the pursuit was worth it? It's a daily struggle. Sometimes I feel like she isn't right for, or that I'm not right for her and that I should just drop it. But then, how would I know. Maybe she's perfect for me and I just don't know it yet.
I hope to find out one day.
Maybe that day is sometime soon. Maybe its far off in the future.
I'll keep you posted on that and other things. Let's see where this glorious adventure takes me...

"The Kid"
~Platinum