Because I Said So!

2010-09-20T15:50:00.000-07:00

2010-09-12T18:52:00.002-07:00

"There can never be two winners in any conflict- whether it be war, politics or even love- one of the two involved will always be unhappy with the results"

-Anonymous

2010-09-12T18:52:00.001-07:00

"there can never be two winners in any conflict- whether it be war, politics or even love- one side will always be unhappy with the results"

-Anonymous

Expressions...

2010-08-17T22:39:00.000-07:00

i'm back

2010-08-14T19:49:00.000-07:00

it's been a while..

but i'm back.

haven't written in a while, been too busy and no access to be able to write

but i'm back now, and got a shit ton running through my mind.

got some great stories from this summer, and got some feelings in my head i feel like sharing to get them out of my head that have been building for the better part of a year...

all to follow, but right now i'm still in rest mode, so expect some captivating posts in the near future.

as always,

with much love,

TRIP

Who I Am Hates Who I've Been

2010-08-13T21:08:00.000-07:00

I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific and
You might think I'm losing my mind,
But I will shy away from the specifics...

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
That it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
To create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
Synching up to the beating of my heart,
And I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

And I can't let that happen again
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

Who I am hates who I've been
And who I am will take the second chance you gave me.
Who I am hates who I've been
'cause who I've been only ever made me...

So sorry for the person I became.
So sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

Perseverance

2010-06-06T22:00:00.000-07:00

"We shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France. We shall fight on the seas and oceans. We shall fight, with growing confidence and strength in the air. We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets. We shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender."

Winston Churchill

Hypocrisy of truth...

2010-06-06T21:56:00.000-07:00

"War can only be abolished through war, and in order to get rid of the gun it is necessary to take up the gun."

Mao Zedong

one for the history books...

2010-06-06T21:54:00.000-07:00

"The victor will never be asked if he told the truth."

Adolf Hitler

the voice of war...

2010-06-06T21:50:00.000-07:00

"Of course the people don't want war. Why should some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece? Naturally, the common people don't want war: neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But after all it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship . . . Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger."

Hermann Goering
(at the Nuremberg Trials, shortly before being sentenced to death)

Band of Brothers...

2010-06-06T21:47:00.000-07:00

"From this day to the ending of the world ,But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother"
-William Shakespeare (Henry V)

Finest Hour

2010-06-06T21:38:00.001-07:00

"Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.'"

Winston Churchill

Fruits of War

2010-06-06T21:32:00.003-07:00

"In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, what did they produce? The cuckoo clock."

Orson Welles

Future of war

2010-06-06T21:30:00.001-07:00

"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."

Albert Einstein

Darkness and light

2010-06-06T21:27:00.001-07:00

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Martin Luther King Jr.

just sayin...

2010-06-06T09:06:00.001-07:00

Philosophy...

2010-06-01T20:46:00.000-07:00

There’re lots of things out there. Fakes, doubters, liars, prophets, dreamers, lovers, fighters, believers. No matter what we may say, we all hate at least one person. No matter how we choose to feel, we will always love that one person who doesn’t love us back. It’s this game of life. It’s this mystery. Now, I don’t know how to solve it....

-Angella Esposito

why?

2010-05-11T05:18:00.000-07:00

lets say you were a girl,

you had a boyfriend,

and another guy friend.

you know guy friend likes you a whole lot.

what would possess you to write in guy friends formspring annonymously telling him not to give up trying to get you, and then drunkenly admitting it to him that you were the one writing it?

and then when questioned about it tell guy friend "i don't know, i know how my brain works, and my brain knows you still have a chance" while drinkin together.

and why would you be all bi-polar with guy friend, begging him to hang out one day, then refusing to talk to him the next, come the following weekend wanting to hang out again.

all the time when you have a boyfriend who doesn't go to the school, who you tell you're hanging out with guy friend, and makes you promise not to do anything with guy friend, yet you still take advantadge of the fact that guy friend is hopelessly in love with you...

why would a girl do that?

What If?

2010-04-28T19:00:00.000-07:00

There but for the flip of a coin, go we...

ever wonder if thats all life really is? a series of chances?

and after every chance happening, one serious question is left to haunt us, What If?

what if things had gone differently?

with everything

with love? with life?

what if?

so i've got some shit on my mind, and it's been spinning me for a turn lately.

i've made some choices in my past that have me thinking "What If?"

but somethings have happened unavoidably, and still they weigh heavily on my soul....

always wondering What If?

what if things went differently 2 years ago? would i have gotten hung up on this girl?

and what if things had gone the same then? but differently now?

theres too many variables, and too many chances, too many possibilities....

but always that question hanging over me... What If?

I Hate Crew...

2010-04-21T21:01:00.000-07:00

why might you ask? because of the coaching and the fact that it is mass maritime... that is it really...

i know i'm new to the sport, but i truly do enjoy it.

unfortunately i'm on the bill to stand watch tomorrow, and just realized it today, because first company has a way of not informing people of jack shit, and i immediately emailed my coach to let him know why i can't be at practice tomorrow afternoon.

and this is what he had to say about that whole thing...

"Are you telling me cadets are given 24 hours notice of watch duty? Do you want me to have the Athletic Director contact 1st Company commander and find out why five people have to miss practice so you can stand watch!?! What does being a member of a team mean to you, Justin? Do you have any consideration for the fact that we’re racing on Saturday? That you haven’t been in a boat but once in the past week?

What does “with regards" mean to you, Justin O’Donnell? I don’t think it means the same thing that it means to me.

With all due respect.

Alex Machi

Head Coach, Women’s & Men’s Crew

Massachusetts Maritime Academy

o no no no mister monkey man. things do not work that way with me.

Coach,

I understand that i'm new to the sport of rowing, and need as much practice as i can, however i am also a member of the regiment of cadets, and have been in enough hot water as of late concerning matters of discipline, that i've decided it's in my best interest to stay low at the academy and serve my watch duties as assigned, and not argue the fact. Standing watch is a requirement to remain in good standing within the regiment, and every member of the regiment is expected to stand their fair share of watch duty each semester. as of now i have only stood one single watch this semester, while most other cadets are on their 4th or 5th rotation.

There have been enough complaints about the crew team floating around campus as it is, about how "they get out of everything" "they never stand inspections" "they never stand watch" "and they have things so much easier than the rest of us." - getting out of watch last minute isn't worth giving the rest of the school another reason to hate the crew team, and complain about us even further, justifying their claims that we get unwarranted privileges.

i am also very aware that we have a race this weekend, and cognizant of the fact that the season is drawing to a rapid close as well.

but i feel the need to highlight that i WAS in attendance at practice on Tuesday, and WAS in a boat on the water on that day, and i DID show up to the bus today to attend practice, however come 1530 when the bus was getting ready to leave, with or without us, there was only 1 coxswain present, and 9 rowers. since the other rowers present were all in the same boats together on a regular basis, it was assumed that they would be rowing together this weekend, and it would do them good to practice together on the water, while i completed the workout in Erg Alley.

Also,

With All Due Respect,

I myself have not missed a single practice this semester for anything other than a legitimate and unavoidable Academic or Military commitment, and have always put my best effort forth to improve at every chance i have on the pond and on the ergs. And if it's a question about dedication to the team you have, with all due respect, i do not believe i am one who should be questioned. the rest of the team has shown time and time again this semester that crew is secondary in their time at MMA, and most of the time don't have the courtesy to tell anyone of their decisions to blow off practice.

Even today, I was unable to row on the pond, because the rest of my boat had decided they simply didn't want to, and chose to make they're way to erg alley, without even bothering to show up at the bus to see if they'd be needed.

And i may not be the best gambler in the world, but i would wager good money that i won't be the only member of the team unable to row tomorrow's practice. i know for a fact that Nick Fenton won't be able to row, once again, due to the infection in his hand.

and even so, i don't see how my being unable to attend would hinder 4 others from practicing, in the past Alicia has shown up for both morning and afternoon practices, and seemed quite willing to do so at the time to cover for chip when he couldn't row, perhaps one of the other rowers who attend morning practices only could do the same thing if it were possible, like perhaps say, one of the rowers who is a member of the Navy SIP program, and routinely misses Wednesday mornings on a regular basis as it is.

Perhaps i'm reading too much into this issue, or perhaps you are...

but the underlying issue isn't dedication to Crew, its the fact that this is Mass Maritime. If none of us had commitments to a regiment, and this were a normal school, i could guarantee you that you would have a team 100 times as dedicated and motivated as the one we have now.

but alas, such is not the case, and we all need to make do with the situation at hand...

With Regards,

Justin O'Donnell

PVT, US Army, Massachusetts National Guard

3/C Cadet, Massachusetts Maritime Academy

i think i went a lil bit overboard

TRIP

who are you??!?

2010-04-17T22:28:00.000-07:00

who are you to judge me?
who among you really knows me?

who out there can honestly make the judgement call, and say that i'm not good enough?

who the fuck are you to make that claim?

i deserve to be happy just as much as anyone else... so what? i'm a bit picky about how i want things to be perfect, so fucking what? thats my own prerogative isn't it? and if you have a problem with how i deal with depression, then do us both a favor, and leave me the fuck alone, and stop causing problems in other people's lives...

as any of you who read this blog most obviously know, there is a girl in my life, who i am obviously head over heels in love with, even though it is very blatant that it is not in the interest of my good health to be in such a tangled state over this one...

what many of you don't realize is the reasons behind my infatuation with this one...

she's smart, she's funny, she's beautiful, she has a constant air of independence around her, and she's tough- she doesn't take shit from anyone...
she got whatever it is...
she's got eyes that cut me like a knife,
she got pretty legs, that go to heaven every time,
she's got a gentle way that puts me at ease, when she walks in the room i can hardly breathe,
and she's got a devastating smile, that could knock a grown man to his knees...

Corny and cliche much? i don't give a fuck, it's true words right there.
and i know that she'll appreciate them if nobody else does...

but thats really the only way i can describe how i feel about her...
i couldn't tell you what it is about this girl that makes her so much more special and different from any other girl in my life- its just whenever i'm around her i freeze up and choke up, i don't know what to do...
she really is that one girl that stops my heart...

i guess in reality i don't stand a chance with her, but who can hold it against me to dream, eh?
who out there hasn't wanted something they can't have?
i don't care if i never get the chance, but the reality of the matter is, that i know what i consider to be perfect, and she sure as hell is it. and missing out on this opportunity ain't something i'll readily forget in my life...

but who is anyone else to come in here and try and burst my hopes, and tell me that i'm not good enough?
that i don't deserve to dream after her as i do?
that i'm too picky and need to lower my standards?
who the fuck are you?!?

you leave me alone and go back to your sweet delusion of reality, and i'll go back to my hopes and dreams...
and i'll do my best not to lecture you about how great of a girl you aren't, and how shitty of a guy you could pick up in reality...

it especially bothers me how i can't have a conversation with you that doesn't involve you trashing on the girl of my dreams as nothing but a bitch and a whore...
yet, you claim to be best friends with her, and then go on to lecture me about how even that bitchy whore is too good for me...

well, i think i can throw every word that comes out of your mouth right the fuck out the window and disregard you as i move on with my life and my fantasy....

if you care to apologize, do so to her first, and i won't be listening to a single iota of intelligent conversation you put forth until you apologize for being a bitch and a shitty friend, to someone i actually care about, regardless of how she feels about me

good day,

TRIP

Vestalia- Foredoes Me Quite

2010-04-12T17:34:00.000-07:00

i can't see without it,

i can't breathe without it,

i can't live without your love...

but,

well the sun doesn't shine for you my darling,

and you don't make everyone's day...

when you came into the world,

you were raised to live without it,

permanent scars on your heart...

keep on living with your head in the clouds,

i'll be flying with my feet on the ground...

Traumatic Brain Injuries and the Military

2010-04-07T15:13:00.000-07:00

Military men and women are continually involved situations where risk of injury is high. One silent war wound that can often go unnoticed is a traumatic brain injury (TBI) . A TBI damages the brain that can often cause life-altering wounds, which can result in changes in personality, behavior, and even the brain functions of the victim. Some of these conditions are not just life-altering, but can be life threatening and are often partnered with rehabilitation from special care facilities like CareMeridian Las Vegas nursing home.

According to the Veterans Health Initiative, active male members of the military were hospitalized due to TBI related injuries at a rate of 231 per 100,000. The rate for female members of the military was 150 per 100,000. Based on these statistics over 4,000 military personnel are hospitalized on average each year for traumatic brain injuries. Some are as mild as a concussion, while others can be severe and have life altering effects.

The best way to prevent TBI is through awareness. Recognizing and responding to the symptoms of a TBI can often aid in the preventing further damage caused by the injury. Dizziness, headaches, changes in personality or sleep patterns, and memory loss are clear signs of TBI. Unfortunately these symptoms can sometimes be ignored or discarded as minor pains during times of conflict and even once the solider returns home. This sets up a dangerous precedent for a war wound that may never heal, so it is vital that serviceman and their families are aware of TBI, so that they can recognize and help treat it if symptoms are present.

article posted on behalf of Ms Chelsea Travers of CareMerridian.

Hush Hush...

2010-04-06T06:58:00.001-07:00

I've been watching while you sleep, baby.
Hoping I'm the only one that frequents your dreams

I can't take another breath without feeling the regrets
of my jealousy
horrified that you might have really lied
tell me is it a possibility
overwhelming proof that you're nothing but a fake.

I've seen those hush hush looks you give
when you're talking to him
I've heard your undercover tone of voice
the one you use for all the boys
I've been nonchalant about the calls at 2 a.m.
but do you really think that i would believe it was just your mother again

I can't take another breath without feeling the regrets
of my jealousy
horrified that you might have really lied
tell me is it a possibility
overwhelming proof that you're nothing but a fake

I've seen those hush hush looks you give
when you're talking to him
I've heard your undercover tone of voice
the one you use for all the boys

I've witnessed all your sneaking around
in every corner of town
I've listened while you've pretended to cry
defending your hush hush alibi

your heart is charcoal smoking black
why don't you just tie the mattress to your back

I've seen those hush hush looks you give
I've seen those hush hush looks you give when you're talking to him
I've heard your undercover tone of voice the one you use for all the boys

If Only...

2010-03-28T20:08:00.000-07:00

If we could change our minds about how our hearts feel about someone, then what would be the use of feeling something about them at all?

if we could choose who we hate,

if we could choose who we love,

and if we could change these feelings in between heart beats,

then we would have no hate, but at the same time we'd have no love...

If we could decided who to love and hate by what best suits us at a particular time, then we would never experience bad times, no hate, no fighting, no war. but at the same time, we would never experience true love, and in the same course- never be truly happy.

it is these defining moments, the times when we love or hate someone when it inconveniences our daily lives- these are the feelings that are truest, that define who we really are.

one sided loves, and silent grudges...

this is real life...

it may be heaven, or it may be hell, but noone can live in purgatory.

and if you aren't happy,

at least be grateful you're not deluded.

TRIP

I Couldn't Tell Ya...

2010-03-28T19:45:00.000-07:00

i don't know why so many people i know always come to me for advice, expecting me to know how to fix their problems, like i know it all.

especially relationship issues, i can't even get my own life in hand, how am i supposed take care of anyone else's?

i guess one could argue that they could learn from my mistakes, but, why do i have to be the guy making the mistakes?

for once i'd just like for something to go right in my life..

or maybe have someone i could turn to, other than Kelly, to offer me advice. i know she doesn't like hearing my problems, and it hurts her to listen to me complain, but i can't help it.

i'm over burdened enough by my own problems, but everyone in my life apparently finds me easy to talk to, and now i'm burdened down with theirs too,

i dont know how much more i can take...

that's all i have for tonight...

TRIP

Identity

2010-03-28T14:21:00.000-07:00

"Being drunk doesn't change who you are, it just reveals it..."

-Dr. Hadley, AKA "13"

is it possible?

2010-03-27T00:07:00.000-07:00

A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other...Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever...

but at the very least, one can only pray you can stay friends afterwards....

Real or Not?

2010-03-25T18:00:00.000-07:00

you loved it when my heart dropped, you paused, stopped, and walked away
full of content that it went your way

these cuts that i've caused are never too deep to heal
peel back the bandage, see a scar from countless careless things

and feel yourself drifting, pulled away

well nothing feels real anymore
i'm not taking my time anymore
to show you how i feel
to show you who i am
cause it's locked away

we all need to find our way
cut the loss, just walk away

now head towards the light, the dark has no place here

i don't feel real, I don't feel real
this pain is beating.
I don't feel real, I don't real

well nothing feels real anymore
i'm not taking my time anymore

now head towards the light, the dark has no place here.

well nothing feels real anymore
i'm not taking my time anymore
to show you how i feel
to show you who i am
cause it's locked away

the things we think about at night never lose taste
and now take the close to find something greater
this wall has finally reached its end
its higher ground, lets make a stand
did you ever think we would get this high
pull back the sheets to find a ending that you prayed for.

now head towards the light the dark has no place here.

If love could open up your eyes...

2010-03-23T11:12:00.001-07:00

She's not innocent
She's a liar
You can't trust her
She will kill you
And she's creeping
Into your bedroom
You can't trust her
She'll have you blinded

If love could open up your eyes
You'd see her and you'd leave her behind
Cuz she's the one that you've been running from
Get back you don't know what you're dealing with
In time you'll see her for what she is
A liar, A Harlot
Her eyes focus on your demise
Her knife brings color to black and white
Don't trust her cuz you know
That she is planning out your murder
Cuz she's pullin out her gun

This town ain't big enough for the both of us

I want someone provocative...

2010-03-23T05:28:00.000-07:00

I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves
And with this gift I compose words
And the question that comes forward
Are you perspiring from the irony
Or sweating to these lyrics
And this just in
You're a dead fit
But my wit won't allow it

We All have teeth that can bite underneath
To where the reality grows
Yeah, that's where mine go

But,

I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win

Thats all,

TRIP

Impossible

2010-03-21T19:55:00.001-07:00

Tell me, Tell me

What makes you think that you are invincible?
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure
Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable
Impossible

I was born to tell you I love you
Isn't that a song already?
I get a B in originality
And it's true I can't go on without you
Your smile makes me see clearer
If you could only see in the mirror what I see

And your slowly shaking finger tips show
That you're scared like me so
Let's pretend we're alone
And I know you may be scared
And I know we're unprepared
But I don't care

Fall For You

2010-03-18T20:34:00.000-07:00

The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting...
Could it be that we have been this way before?
I know you don't think that I am trying...
I know you're wearing thin down to the core...

But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again...
Don't make me change my mind.
I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true...
Because a girl like you is impossible to find,
You're impossible to find.

true to my life... unfortunately

Dreams only last for one night...

2010-03-16T08:37:00.000-07:00

walk it off, shrug it off, live life and and forget the rest...

at least i try, but persevere pain does.

and i'm done

until i get an apology, and a sincere one.

i can't stop caring, i just can't bring myself to do it, but i sure as hell can stop trying to be a good friend and a decent person.

and cut her off from me just as well as she tried to cut me out.

and it sucks, cuz i like her enough to want her around, even as just a friend, and i can be a great friend if she ever gives me a chance.

but not until, not until she apologizes.

but she's the most stubborn person i've ever met, i don't know if she's even capable of apologizing.

but none of this was my fault, not any more than it was her own. and i'm not going to sit back and be blamed.

until then...

TRIP

caught in a cold sweat
start splitting hairs
i'm drinking too much i'm on my way to striking out
go to sleep with the pressure of everyone
watching and waiting
im yours for the taking
but still have my doubts

before you ask which way to go
remember where you've been

stay awake
get a grip and get out your safe
from the weight of the world just take
a second to set things straight
i'll be fine
even though i'm not always right
i can count on the sun to shine
dedication takes a lifetime
but dreams only last for a night

Why?

2010-03-15T20:21:00.000-07:00

i dunno, i didn't do anything to deserve this treatment.

she has no reason or right to blame me.

but yet she does,

and apparently things aren't settled, not on her end.

i thought we were both on the same page, but she apparently doesn't understand what page she wants herself to be on.

so fuck it, i'm done caring about her.

she does nothing but take advantage of people caring about her, and takes them for granted.

she thinks that i'm going to be sitting here waiting, for when she wants to be friends? wrong

she thinks that just because i care about her, that i'll cater to her every mood swing? wrong

i'm fucking done with this bullshit.

i'm not her lapdog,

sure i liked her, sure i would have liked nothing more than to be with her at one time.

but that time is past. i'm done i say.

but whatever, she wants to delete me on facebook and twitter, and then try and say that this entire mess is my fault?

fuck it i'm not gonna deal.

i care about her.

but i care about myself too.

and as painful as it is to see her in this state, she needs some help, she needs a friend, but i try to be one and she doesn't want it. so then i'm not going to be it for her.

she can try and earn the right to have me care when the time comes she can pull her head out of her own sorry ass.

and i'm not apologizing for anything in here. so if she reads it, i don't care.

i honestly don't know if i'm ever even gonna write in this blog again

i've given up caring,

TRIP

Things are settled...

2010-03-14T20:13:00.000-07:00

things are settled now.

for once, alcohol kind of helped fix a problem that it first created.

alcohol loosens up the nerves, and i can't remember being sober for more than an hour or two for the past 5 or 6 days.

it's been an experience, but tonight was different.

tonight i drank with friends for fun, instead of just drinking to keep myself occupied and keep my mind off of things.

tonight was good though.

we drank, got a decent buzz, if nothing else, and just talked.

about past mistakes- and regrets, and where we are in the world as of now.

my mind is at ease.

i know i'm not completely over it, but she is, and she's happy with someone else, and i'm ok with that

time heals all wounds, this should be no different.

so i'm, if not happy, then i'm content.

and i can deal with content.

at least i think i managed to keep her around as a friend. maybe even a better friend than before this whole mess...

one can only hope...

and while i'm hoping, till next time.

TRIP

3685

2010-03-14T05:28:00.000-07:00

My empty promises
Led to our demise
And I could never tell you how I really feel
And for that I eternally apologize

I hope you never forget the tapping at your window
With the harsh cold and the jealousy
Running through my bones
We were both selfish, but I think I was more

I would like to thank you, for showing me
A part of myself that I have never seen
Yeah, we were young and dumb, but it still was fun
And I guess these things just tend to fall apart
And I hope you feel the same

My empty promises
My empty promises
Brought us to an end
I just hurt you and I never looked back
Now I have no logic to defend

I hope you never forget the tapping at your window
With the harsh cold and the jealousy
Running through my bones
We were both selfish, but I think I was more

I would like to thank you, for showing me
A part of myself that I have never seen
Yeah, we were young and dumb, but it still was fun
And I guess these things just tend to fall apart

I would like to thank you, for showing me
A part of the world that I have never seen
Yeah, I was young and dumb, but it still was fun
I'm forever indebted to you
I hope you feel the same

You seem like such a big part
Of my life and my heart
But the truth is I've found something new
And she easily towers over you

You seem like such a big part
Of my life and my heart
But the truth is I've found something new
And she easily towers over you

Deppressed Whale Makes Me Happy

2010-03-13T12:58:00.001-08:00

Funny People

2010-03-13T12:43:00.000-08:00

i'm watching funny people

and i'm realizing something..

i'm not funny

Lyrics That Get Me...

2010-03-11T19:20:00.000-08:00

Well its funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, the car you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind
this I`ve come to know

-Chicken Fried, Zac Brown Band

Cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four Winds cry until it comes

-Four Winds, Bright Eyes

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

-Landslide, Stevie Nicks

Every long lost dream, led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

-The Broken Road, Rascal Flatts

When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yeah humor me and tell me lies
And I'll lie too and say I don't mind
And as we seek so shall we find
And when you're feeling open I'll still be here
But not without a certain degree of fear
Of what will be with you and me
I still can see things hopefully

-Run Around, Blues Traveler

Oh I like coffee
And I like tea
I'd like to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can't shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take
Well all right okay
So be that way
I hope and pray
That there's something left to say

-Run Around, Blues Traveler

Power of love is a curious thing
Makes a one man weep, and another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
More than a feeling, it's the power of love
It's tougher than diamonds, and rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
Make a bad one good, make a wrong one right
Power of love that keeps you home at night

-Power of Love, Huey Lewis And The News

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

-Swing Life Away, Rise Against

You know I've never been the type that would ever want to stay
Bring 'em home at night and they're gone the next day
But that all changed when she walked into my life
People ask me what it is
I tell them I don't know
Just something about the woman makes my heart go haywire

-Whatever It Is, Zac Brown Band

I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I cant reach

You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, And all you know, And how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me

-Use Somebody, Kings of Leon

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears and
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

-Over My Head, The Fray

we're gonna take it to the people
hey let's drink from the cup
share some luck
go ahead and laugh cause it don't
cost much
I stick loneliness, your lips
and the two coins of your eyes
into my pockets

-Two Coins, Dispatch

Thats all i got for now...

TRIP

I took my love, and i took it down...

2010-03-11T18:34:00.000-08:00

Crew

2010-03-11T16:25:00.000-08:00

I joined the crew team today.

I've always kinda wanted to try it, i remember making fun of it when i was a kid, not getting the point of the sport, but that never changed the fact that i love to try everything.

here's the weird thing, i actually enjoyed it.

i was rowing with a friend all winter on the ergs, but once you get into the boat it's really a lot different.

overall i actually enjoyed it, even if it was cold, and the workout wasn't as hard as i thought it was going to be.

i think i'm going to be having to work out every night after practice anyways, i need to lose weight and get in better shape..

the more i think about it, i guess i'm only writing this entry because i have nothing better to do tonight.

i finished my homework,

i haven't come across anything inspirational,

i haven't had a life changing revelation,

and i haven't had an urge to kill any space dolphins,

but i did apparently piss someone off earlier today, and i really have no idea what i did to piss her off, and it kinda sucks, but just want you to know i'm sorry for whatever i did to piss you off.

i think thats really all i got in me for today. unless i can somehow un-piss someone off at me.

G'Night for now y'all,

TRIP

In this world there's real and make believe

2010-03-11T07:13:00.000-08:00

i downloaded 'The EDGE' today

and i've been listening to it non stop since i have.

i'll admit, for an Ultimate Rock Collection, it has a good variety,

but the vast majority of rock songs are kinda depressing.

and i generally don't like depressing, but its whatever, it's put me in a thinking mood.

and those that know me know that a thinking mood isn't the healthiest thing for the fate of the world.

but unfortunately this isn't a maniacal take over the world, pinky and the brain style, type of thinking mood.

its been a weird kinda wondering where my life is going kinda thinking moods.

like why i have so few friends, and why my friends always seem to fade away after such a brief time. it's rather depressing to think of, and i can't really put my finger on it, so i'm just gonna let it go.

guess i'll try to make new friends, but i've never been all that great at that.

not like i have much of a choice...

o, and this song is on now, and i really like it

One more kiss could be the best thing
One more lie could be the worst
And all these thoughts are never resting
And you're not something I deserve

In my head there's only you now
This world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
This seems real to me

You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Let me go

I dream ahead to what I hope for
And I turn my back on loving you
How can this love be a good thing
not knowin what I'm goin through

In my head there's only you now
This world falls on me
In this world there's real and make believe
This seems real to me

You love me but you dont know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
And You love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Just Let me go...
Let me go

And no matter how hard I try
I can't escape these things inside I know
I know...
When all the pieces fall apart
You will be the only one who knows
Who knows

You love me but you dont know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
And you love me but you don't know Who I am
So let me go
Just let me go

Live Like We're Dying...

2010-03-10T21:30:00.000-08:00

Happiness is good health and a bad memory
- Ingrid Bergman

The Path Less Traveled...

2010-03-10T21:19:00.000-08:00

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own
understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He
shall direct your paths.
- Proverbs 3:5,6

Faith, Hope, Love...

2010-03-10T21:16:00.000-08:00

Now abide , faith, hope, love, these three, but the greatest of
these is Love.
- I Corinthians 13:13

Love is Patient...

2010-03-10T20:58:00.000-08:00

Love is patient, love is kind,
Love does not insist on its own way.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
Hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
- I Corinthians 13:4-8

Awww Hey

2010-03-09T19:44:00.001-08:00

i saw this, and it made me laugh, like really hard

laugh a lot harder than i should have...

it cheered me up a lil bit

HomeWrecker with a Heart of Gold...

2010-03-09T10:24:00.001-08:00

I've been cheated on enough times to know the pain of that situation.

the last thing i'd ever want to do is to put myself in the position of being "the other man"

she has a boyfriend,

i wish i had known that, i really wish i do.

i don't know how i feel about this,

if i had known before, then i never would have let her kiss me,

i would have never let myself fall this far.

so swiftly things become regrettable,

i need to think

till whenever,

TRIP

Confused...

2010-03-08T17:40:00.000-08:00

i've never been more confused...

this one sure is something peculiar, and i don't know whether i'm waiting or wasting...

i'd like to think i'm waiting, that in time all will be right, and i'll get the chance i want so badly, but the reality of the fact seems that i'm sitting here wasting my time, praying to a god who doesn't listen, and hoping for a chance that won't come.

i would just like some quantification that i'm not delusional here, that the time will come...

the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results, and right now i feel just a little bit insane...

with love,

TRIP

Bad Decisions Don't Alway's Equal Good Stories

2010-03-07T20:45:00.000-08:00

usually i try not to write in this blog unless i can think of something extraordinarily hilarious to share with everyone, and then i go out of my way to make people laugh...

but then i thought to myself, i started writing this blog in the first place so i would have a public forum to put my thoughts into something concrete, where i could look at them from an outside perspective, and maybe try to get to know myself a little bit better.

maybe it's time i took this blog in a new direction, sure i'll stick with humor, but only when it comes to me naturally, otherwise i'll stick with a journal of the life i live, which sometimes might be funny, sometimes might be boring, sometimes might be down right regrettable, but in the end, it's all 100% real. and that is going to remain a fact from here on in.

As an underage alcoholic, I've gone through life justifying my actions with the rationale that every bad decision i make will fade and be rectified with time. The very basis of the American teenage mindset is that those very same bad decisions, make for the best stories.

well lately i've been thinking, i'm not really the biggest story telling guy... by which i mean, when i make a bad decision, its generally not something i want to tell stories about to all my friends.

and if it is something i would tell someone about, then i'm not one to consider it a bad story.

but thinking back, all of my bad decisions have a single common factor... alcohol- and my inability to rationalize anything when i'm drunk... i'm an impulsive and reactive, and i don't tend to think much.

there's only one other thing on this earth that makes me act like i do when i'm drunk, and that's a girl. and not just any girl- my standards are too stringent for my own good. you could put me in a room with 20 girls willing to do anything, and odds are i'm not going to want anything to do with any of them...

but you put one girl in that room that knocks my socks off, then odds are i'll lose all sense of self, and get impulsive and insanely self conscious, almost to the point that i'm too shy to do anything, and too afraid to ever try making a move, because i'm afraid of screwing things up, which almost invariably happens anyways.

here's the real kicker, hanging out with a one in a million girl, while i'm drinking... this is where bad decisions come into play... and i have a history of screwing things up.

my kinda bad decisions are the kind that other people often think make for fantastic stories, but i hate sharing them. <-- this is where rumors come into play.

recently I've made a bad mistake... and yes, the few friends who know about it thought it made for a fantastic story, but i on the other hand regret that it had to happen the way it did.

if you've been paying attention to what I've been writing thus far, then i'm sure you can figure out the turning point of this story... - i got drunk with one of those one in a million girls.

the problem is, things didn't go as expected, sadly- they went almost as wished... but we were drunk, so no, it wasn't a good thing.

i've often heard it said, and lived as if it were fact, that "a drunk girl's words, are the sober girl's thoughts." and knowing how much more honest and upfront i usually am when i myself am drunk, i've lived to believe that girls are always more truthful when they are intoxicated.

it's a belief that has served me well in the past, and listening to a drunk girls words, have led me to avoid the torture the sober girl would bring on.

but this case is opposite, it is the words of the sober girl fending me away, and the words and actions of the drunk girl, drawing me in.

confusion crosses stage right.

and if all the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players, then where does that leave me? this surely must be a pivotal scene, at least one of dramatic significance...

what is this i'm writing here to you? this written soliloquy, narrating the disturbance of tranquility within the sanctum of my body mind and soul, this damning piece, sure to burn bridges and raze cities, the very exposure of these emotions shall extinguish the last hope my soul can bear to bring forth in this world...

theatrics aside, my life takes these battles in stride. for without failure, how are we to know true success?

and if its true that the sober girl suppresses these feelings, and the intoxicated spirit beneath the rough exterior is willing to show me the truth, who do i follow? do i take the lead from the spirit, and pursue? or do i follow the words of sobriety, and give up this false hope?

noone has said it better than she herself,

“You’ve only got three choices in life — give up, give in, or give it all you’ve got.”

and with those words echoing in my mind, i wonder... how much longer until i have no choice left but to just give up?

and is this struggle even worth my time?

the coherency of this rant is lost now even on myself, but it felt good to write.

and a message to you:

I don't regret letting you kiss me, and I don't regret kissing you back. what i do regret, is not being strong enough to sweep you off your feet and make you mine, before i lose it forever...

in the morning, i may regret even writing this page, but for now, it was something i had to do.

until then,

TRIP

Dear President Obama,

2010-03-02T10:16:00.001-08:00

I am writing to express my concerns about Pres. Barrack H Obama and, more specifically, his smear tactics regarding piteous, quixotic buttinskies of various stripes. Let me begin by citing a range of examples from the public sphere. For starters, in public, Pres. Obama vehemently inveighs against corruption and sin. But when nobody's looking, Pres. Obama never fails to pursue a moonstruck agenda under the guise of false concern for the environment, poverty, civil rights, or whatever. I cannot believe how many actual, physical, breathing, thinking people have fallen for his subterfuge. I'm absolutely stunned. Rest assured, the real question here is not, "Is Pres. Obama's lack of intelligence genetic or the result of too much time spent with simple-minded airheads?". The real question is rather, "What is this grotesque fascination Pres. Obama has with totalitarianism?" A complete answer to that question would take more space than I can afford, so I'll have to give you a simplified answer. For starters, that fact is simply inescapable to any thinking man or woman. "Thinking" is the key word in the previous sentence.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it true that Pres. Obama has mastered the dark arts of diversion and deception? Someone just showed me a memo supposedly written by Pres. Obama. The memo spells out his plans to quash other people's opinions. If this memo is authentic, it tells us that I, not being one of the many bloodthirsty, contumelious bums of this world, realize that the tone of this letter may be making some people feel uneasy. However, even if you're somewhat uncomfortable reading about Pres. Obama's nefarious, scary newsgroup postings please don't blame me for them. I'm not the one forcing me to become increasingly frustrated, humiliated and angry. I'm not the one giving rise to censorious rascals. And I'm not the one challenging all I stand for.

The first lies that Pres. Obama told us were relatively benign. Still, they have been progressing. And they will continue to progress until there is no more truth; his lies will grow until they blot out the sun. He is wretched, whiney, self-aggrandizing, academicism-prone, predaceous, and prudish. Need I go on? There are two observations that one can make here. The first is that Pres. Obama wants all political power to shift, like cargo in a listing vessel, from elected officials to pertinacious ideologues. The second observation is that Pres. Obama's complaints will come back to bite us in the behind by the end of the decade. These shards of empirical evidence suggest that it has been said that to ignore this issue is to contaminate or cut off our cities' water supply. I, hardheaded cynic that I am, believe that to be true. I also believe that the spectrum of views between nonrepresentationalism and jujuism is not a line but a circle at which reckless, rambunctious shirkers and disaffected deadheads meet. To properly place Pres. Obama somewhere in that spectrum one needs to realize that those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Of course, if Pres. Obama had learned anything from history, he'd know that if he thinks his recommendations represent progress, Pres. Obama should rethink his definition of progress.

If you were to tell Pres. Obama that he derives sadistic pleasure in the misfortune of others, he'd just pull his security blanket a little tighter around himself and refuse to come out and deal with the real world. I can't possibly believe his claim that space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction. If someone can convince me otherwise, I'll eat my hat. Heck, I'll eat a whole closetful of hats. That's a pretty safe bet because Pres. Obama twists every argument into some sort of "struggle" between two parties. Pres. Obama unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what he claims gives him the right to demand that Earth submit to the dominion of obdurate scamps.

It's precisely because the idea of basing our entire society on insincere fascism is so far from reality, it's laughable that Pres. Obama likes making my blood curdle. That's the most damnable thing about him. It's also why you'd think that someone would have done something by now to thwart Pres. Obama's plans to gum up what were once great ideas. Unfortunately, most people are quite happy to "go along to get along" and are rather reluctant to speak out against behavior and speech that is intended to pilfer the national treasure. It is imperative that we inform such people that Pres. Obama's idiotic claim that the world is crying out to labor beneath his firm but benevolent heel is just that, an idiotic claim. Some people think it's a bit extreme of me to take a strong position on Pres. Obama's perversions, which, after all, spew forth ignorance and prejudice,—a bit over the top, perhaps. Well, what I ought to remind such people is that the natural result of Pres. Obama's op-ed pieces is an intolerance that, in the long run, tends to make a fetish of the virtues of argumentative mercantalism. That's probably obvious to a blind man on a galloping horse. Nevertheless, I suspect that few people reading this letter are aware that I and Pres. Obama part company when it comes to the issue of McCarthyism. He feels that he is a martyr for freedom and a victim of vandalism while I aver that the next time he decides to impose theological straightjackets on scriptural interpretation, he should think to himself, cui bono?—who benefits?

Pres. Obama demands absolute and blind obedience from his confreres. If he didn't, they might question his orders to ensure that all of the news we receive is filtered through a narrow ideological prism. This unrelenting demand of obedience also implies that in Pres. Obama's ethics, oligarchism is witting and unremitting, laughable and daft. He revels in it, rolls in it, and uses it to excoriate attempts to bring questions of obstructionism into the (essentially apolitical) realm of pedagogy in language and writing.

Pres. Obama has been doing "in-depth research" (whatever he thinks that means) to prove that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power. I should mention that I've been doing some research of my own. So far, I've "discovered" that I want to thank Pres. Obama for his expedients. They give me an excellent opportunity to illustrate just how licentious Pres. Obama can be. Once you understand his insults, you have a responsibility to do something about them. To know, to understand, and not to act, is an egregious sin of omission. It is the sin of silence. It is the sin of letting Pres. Obama attack the very fabric of this nation.

Pres. Obama wants to prey on people's fear of political and economic instability. But what if the tables were turned? How would Pres. Obama like that?

Yes, Pres. Obama may be nothing more than a disposable tool of power-wielding, evil crackpots but the point at which you discover that most of the things he has written would be complimented by being called merely "mind-numbing bureaucratese" is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that while he's out putting irritable thoughts in our children's minds, the general public is shouldering the bill. Sadly, this is a bill of shattered minds, broken hearts and homes, depression and all its attendant miseries, and a despondency about Pres. Obama's attempts to force us to bow down low before biggety, lazy nincompoops. Nonetheless, if we don't do something soon, his vengeful deeds will rise like a golem with a million hands on a million throats to choke the honor out of decent, hardworking people. Pres. Obama has—not once, but several times—been able to preach fear and ignorance without anyone stopping him. How long can that go on? As long as his pesky proposed social programs are kept on life support. That's why we have to pull the plug on them and advance a clear, credible, and effective vision for dealing with our present dilemma and its most headstrong manifestations.

Pres. Obama says that his activities are on the up-and-up. You know, he can lie as much as he wants but he can't change the facts. If he could, he'd undoubtedly prevent anyone from hearing that we should agree on definitions before saying anything further about his shrewish endeavors. For starters, let's say that "Trotskyism" is "that which makes Pres. Obama yearn to bad-mouth worthy causes." He keeps saying that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. This is exemplary of the nonsensical rhetoric and scaremongering that typifies the language of scabrous loudmouths and other grungy wastrels. It may seem difficult at first to open minds instead of closing them. It is. But it's easy for us to shake our heads at Pres. Obama's foolishness and cowardice. It's easy for us to exclaim that we should ensure that the values for which we have labored and for which many of us have fought and sacrificed will continue in ascendancy. It's easy for us to say, "With that kind of thinking, my vision is built on the future, not the past." The point is that it's easy for us to say these things because if you look back over some of my older letters, you'll see that I predicted that Pres. Obama would sanctify his depravity. And, as I predicted, he did. But you know, that was not a difficult prediction to make. Anyone who has bothered to learn even a little about Pres. Obama could have made the same prediction. A final word: Pres. Barrack H Obama is unable to empathize with the pain of his victims.

Toast

2010-02-20T19:58:00.001-08:00

If I could do any one thing in my life—anything—I would be a space dolphin hunter.

Why? I hate dolphins. They're trash to me. They're scum. And everyone knows that by the time I'm out of college—about nine years from now—they will be in space…lurking in the darkness.

And someone's gonna have to kill 'em.

When I was just a wee little boy I watched my first Crocodile Dundee movie, and it changed my life forever. When I saw ol' Mick Dundee dive into that river and come out with the carcass of a ten foot lizard slung over his back, I knew what I was meant to do. I would dream at night about sharpening knives on the ice caps of Nepal, in frantic search of the Yeti. I figured since it was so elusive, it must have done something it was ashamed of. And when a Yeti is ashamed, you know shit has really gone down.

Anyway, I basically just killed stuff. All the time. For looking at me funny, and for having no souls.

Someone once called me a sociopath. She had a degree in psychology. But if she was so smart, how come she's dead now? Huh? The answer is she's stupid.

But space dolphins aren't stupid. They're cunning bastards, and it takes a truly sharp human intellect to trace them through the vacuum of space. But I figure that won't be a problem, since I aced two of the sections on the SATs.

So back in the jungle, I was wading through a river dyed red with my blood, draining rapidly out of an inch-wide gash circling my abdomen like a hoola hoop. I knew I wouldn't make it much longer if I didn't make it to the helipad by the time the sun hit the jewel of the monkey idol I had placed at the top of the Incan ruins. For the first time in my life I stopped to consider what I was still living for. What was there? Another endless line of vacuous monsters just waiting to be made into corpses. It was the same grind, over and over. Couldn't there be something more to life? Shouldn't there be? What had happened to those high-minded dreams of meaning and morality that I had held so dear long ago?

But just then my bullshit was cut short by a huge fireball that broke through the canopy and landed on the bank behind me and exploded. I was knocked face first into the water before I could even manage to take a breath. I lay below the rippling surface for nearly a full minute before finally collecting my senses and pushing off the muck below. But as I rose slowly from the deep, having been pushed into the center of the river, I felt something cold as death itself slide against my leg.

Dolphin.

Fast forward to space. I'm floating around in a strange embryonic sack of fluid that the government assures me will keep my alive for up to six years in the void. I don't plan to take that long. Five hours before I made a near-fatal mistake by wandering into the den of the space dolphins in the midst of a spontaneous orgy. I only managed to escape after having my left leg severed by one particularly raucous female.

The sack has started its slow process of rebuilding my leg, but I've taken the severed one for my own purposes. For the past three hours now I've been pulling away the skin and muscle fiber. My femur will make an excellent cudgel—and I know who my first target will be. That horny dolphin she-bitch-slut.

I take a break for breakfast. It was here that I first found solace in toast.

I was the first person in the history of my school to come out as toastsexual. I'll never forget the first day after I broke the news. I only told a few friends, but word spread overnight. In my first class, during a test, a boy behind me made toaster noises. Everyone laughed at my expense. Then in the cafeteria I went to buy some milk and one of the lunch ladies threw a fork through my eyelid and farted aggressively. I found out later that she was actually having a psychotic breakdown, but at the time I took it really personally. I went outside to eat under the dock, alone with my toast.

At least, I thought I was alone. I was almost finished when a dolphin walked out of the ocean, dragging what I estimated to be several thousand of those giant barbed things that were all over the Normandy beaches in the D-Day scene of Saving Private Ryan. She glared at me, and made a noise that sounded like "Blomph."

Several minutes after killing it, I went back and talked to my toast. Being the cold-hearted killer that I was, I didn't know if it would work out between me and this warm, exquisitely golden-brown beauty freckled with raspberry jam. Toast said toast understood, and told me toast had known for a long time that I loved killing more than toast. Toast only wished toast could satisfy me in the same way killing did. I said, "Toast, you gave me the only satisfaction a man should need. It's just that I ain't yet what a man should be." Toast laughed in that sweet, crusty little way it always did, and then offered itself unto me. I ate it without remorse, but not a day goes by now that I don't think: what if?

If there's anything I've learned from killing dolphins it's that love can be a funny thing.

I'm Back

2010-01-26T20:32:00.000-08:00

holy shit, i have been away for far too long.

but i'm baaaaack!

back from the depths of hell, back to the depths of misery, thats right, back to Mass Maritime.

and i didn't come back without a story for y'all.

it is the story of a wonderful time we had last friday night.

we had a party, but what's in a party you ask, this party had underage drinking, loud music, hiding in the woods from police officers, underage girls lying about their ages, people blacking out and disappearing, and 3 separate police departments getting involved....

sound like a rough night?

well it was. it was one of the roughest.

a few of us are getting kicked out of school for it, and a few of us are having our chances at a career!

and here's the kicker it's only cuz a stupid freshman girl got offended when i drunkenly told her how everyone felt about her, even though it was true.

and she decided to rat on all of us and narc all the way to hell and back...

Objectifying Women....

2009-12-13T18:26:00.000-08:00

The system is winning. the assholes are losing.

yesterday Madison Botsch's Blog died.... it was attacked and the constitution of the united states failed in its sole duty of protecting the civil liberties of its constituents.

the blog was awesome.

and the forcing of it's author to delete it iis an impediment of our right to free speech and self expression. absolute horse shit. anyone who complained needs to stand up spread their feet a shoulders width apart, jump up and down and get the sand out of their vagina.

take a salt lick and walk it off, quit being a little bitch. we have rights for a reason, you should be allowed to objectify whoever the fuck you want. and if people are offended, well thats their own damned fault.

you can't be held responsible to appease the sensibilities of everyone, especially all the weak-minded politically correct liberal pussies. it's all these crack smoking pot dealing tree hugging hippies spreading the word of "peace" and "understanding" trying to make us all get along. thats the fucking problem. it isn't wrong to objectify women, its just natural.

we are men, we are biologically inclined to see women in a superficial manner. you have a problem with that, then take it up with God and leave me the fuck alone. i'm going to say whatever i damn well please from here on out, and i'd suggest that you do the same.

don't listen to those oppressing your god given right to say what you want. and remember, Objectifying Women is not evil, it is not even wrong, it is simply natural. and expressing this objectification isn't wrong or evil either, it's just offensive, and if this offends you, then suck it up and keep reading. because you're in for a world of hurt.

I'll leave you with this. Madison Botsch's Blog was an inspiring work of genius, expressing the humor and had a no shit attitude that brought us all the enlightened laughter we sought out so often in our younger days... props to him, and kudos to his late blog...

and if i DID offend you, let me know, i'll take notes, and make sure to let you know beforehand in the future, so maybe i can get a reaction video when you read something about yourself.

it's time we fight to take back out lives and our freedoms. and in this fight, the Pen is far mightier than the Sword.

i'll be offending again shortly... in the meantime

Lots of Love,

TRIP

Read Madison's farewell Post

Immagration laws...

2009-12-12T20:29:00.000-08:00

This is a “must read”, all the way through !!!

**i'm sorry for getting political on y'all, but some things need to be shared...

1. If you migrate to this county, you must speak the native language

2. You have to be a professional or an investor. No unskilled workers
allowed.

3. There will be no special bilingual programs in the schools, no special ballots for elections, all government business will be conducted in our language.

4. Foreigners will NOT have the right to vote no matter how long they are here.

5 Foreigners will NEVER be able to hold political office.

6. Foreigners will not be a burden to the taxpayers. No welfare, no food stamps, no health care, or other government assistance programs.

7. Foreigners can invest in this country, but it must be an amount equal to 40,000 times the daily minimum wage.

8. If foreigners do come and want to buy land that will be okay, BUT options will be restricted. You are not allowed waterfront property. That is reserved for citizens naturally born into this country.

9. Foreigners may not protest; no demonstrations, no waving a foreign flag, no political organizing, no badmouthing our president or his policies, if you do you will be sent home.

10. If you do come to this country illegally, you will be hunted down and sent straight to jail.

Harsh, you say? The above laws belong to the immigration laws of
MEXICO!

Love Always,

TRIP

as wrong as their tactics are, their ideas are on the ball, and the statistics are researched and accurate... so before you condemn the actions taken in this video, listen to the speech, and recognize the importance of the message...

I Hate College, Mass Maritime Tribute...

2009-12-08T19:32:00.001-08:00

this is originally by someone from SUNY Maritime who obviously hates the Maritime Academy there as much as we hate this one here.

so enjoy,
and don't forget to click on an ad or two while you're here, help a brother out.

I'm nice right now? man
I-I feel like shit
Since we dont have a drink
Would you please put middle fingers in the air?
That party last night never happened so no one taped it
No dances and all the girls here we dont want naked
cant Drink beer and cant smoke weed but my friends are all with me
Pass out at 12, wake up at 5, dont know how im gonna surviveMan, I hate college

Can you please tell me, what is college life
Sip some coffee and drink Gatorade Lime
Im Thirsty Thursday and every other night, right
We dont buy food here so we pay the price.
So fill up my cup, let's get fucked up
Wait theres no table, what the fuck?
I am champion at running laps
Usain Bolt aint even as fast
Don't even bounce, not from Schuylers house
And If you leave it your gonna get beated
Times always wasted since were not getting wasted
Woke up today and all I could say is
Um, That party last night never happened so no one taped it
No dances and all the girls here we dont want naked
cant Drink beer and cant smoke weed but some friends are right with mePass out at 12, wake up at 5, dont know how im gonna survive

Man, I hate college, ay! Theres no drinking, ay!
Theres no women, ay!
Man, I hate college

I can't tell you what I learned from school but
I could tell you a story or two, um
Yeah, of course I learned some rules
Like don't pass out with khakis on(Get the Pinks!)
And don't leave the room 'wit no shoes on(No, we're not leaving)And don't have sex if your too gone
When it comes to condoms put two on(Trust me)
Because you might find out shes got a bigger shlong
Hold the guidon, nothing wrong with some drill(Here, hold this)Even if we did lose sleep from the watch bill
Times always wasted since were not getting wasted
Why did I come here? Just so I can get payed?

That party last night never happened so no one taped it
No dances and all the girls here we dont want naked
cant Drink beer and cant smoke weed but my friends are all with mePass out at 12, wake up at 5, dont know how im gonna survive

Man, I hate college
Theres no drinking, ay!
Theres no women, ay!
I hate college

Now if everybody would please
Put their middle finger as high as they can
As high as they can(As high as they can)And repeat after me
Run! Run! Run! Run!Run! Run! Run! Run!

Pushups! Pushups!Pushups! Pushups!

No talkin on the MUG path! No talkin on the MUG Path!No talkin on the MUG path! No talkin on the MUG Path!

Your Wrong! Your Wrong!Your Wrong! Your Wrong!(That party last night)
Man, I hate college

I hate it!(That party last night)
Alright everybody, I gotta clean the heads for a little bit
That party last night never happened so no one taped it(No one taped Shit)(it aint going down)
No one dances and all the girls here we dont want naked
We cant drink beer we cant smoke weed but some friends are right with me(No one fucking dances)
Pass out at 12, wake up at 5, i dont know how im gonna surviveMan, I hate college
Did I really have to go here?
Or did i want to ruin the best years of my life?

MARITIME ACADEMY: Where The Fun Goes To Die

Elections

2009-12-06T17:59:00.000-08:00

So tomorrow marks the beginning...

it is the first of four days of speeches and presentations i need to give in an attempt to secure the election to the soon to be vacant seat of Student Government Association Secretary. Over the next 4 days i will be speaking to the individual classes alone, in an attempt to secure their vote.

I have 2 contenders in this election, and tomorrow the three of us will face off in front of the Freshman class....

yes, as ashamed as i am to admit it, i must stoop to the level of trying to impress the freshman class tomorrow morning

Here's what i got so far... bear in mind i'm making this up as i go... :

Good morning, My name is Third Class Justin O'Donnell, and i'm running for your SGA secretary.

Alot of you know me, and for those who don't, it's only a matter of time. whether or not that is a good thing is a hotly debated subject amongst your squad leaders and company level officers, but i digress.

one major thing to know about me is that i'm a realist, i don't confuse myself with a diluted fantasy. I'm not going to stand up here and tell you all about my amazing school spirit, and my drive to represent you all to the best of my ability, and all about how i'm some miraculous survivor of an atrocious accident that should have left me crippled for life, yet here i am, a story of inspiration, and an individual possesing such personal courage that you should all aspire to emulate my very attitude and methods of living...

no, because if i got up here and told you any of that then i'd be lying, simple as that... and i'm not here to deceive anyone, least of all myself. so for the record, i am not going to sail to an overwhelming victory in this election based upon my heroics in Vietnam, or my current ongoing struggle with skin cancer... besides i think John McCain already tried that last year...

and as i try not to deceive myself about my own intentions, i don't want to let anyone, myself or anyone else here be deceived by yours.

seeing as how its not even 0800 and you're already awake dressed and sitting listening to boring speeches, i'm going to bet that you aren't too enthused to be here right now.

theres over 300 cadets in you're freshman class, and i'm willing to bet that 80% of you could care less what the results of your election are. and of the other 20%, well i'm sorry if this speech is disappointing you. but lets deal with it and move on why don't we?

Now in preparation for this speech i sought advice from several people, before eventually falling back on my first instinct to just say whatever the heck came to mind when i got up here.

Mr Merz asked me what i thought i could bring to the SGA, and honestly its simple,

i'm a man if ideas. and i'm full of them, some rotten, some extraordinary, but all of them unique, and guaranteed to break the mold. maybe my ideas can bring a little more success to the SGA, like o i don't know, getting the ED heroes more enthused about school activities. Sparking interest in whats going on to a point where maybe at the next election, those 80% dozing off right about now actually give a damn and come here interested in who's going to take over and what they can do to help?

just so you know, on a serious note, i'm an open book, a sympathizer with you underclassmen, and i was in your shoes just last year, and i have a multitude of ideas that would be of great help in increasing the standard of life at the academy, especially on weekends for those of us who live here full time...

i'm also a man of action. this is a big deal with me. my biggest pet peeve is someone with great ideas who doesn't act upon them. when those ideas come to mind, they may make the difference between success and failure, and sometimes the absurdity of them drives people to disregard their own ideas. this is unacceptable.

sometimes this stuff goes through and makes for an amazing outcome.

you may not all be aware of the fact, but this year some people attempted to start a LARPing club on campus. and just an FYI, they succeeded, because they didn't let a crazy idea go unspoken.

so before any of you go off on a brainfart trying to figure out what the heck LARPing is i'll tell you... it stands for Live action role playing... just like in Role Models...

now i don't know about all y'all, but i think Role Models was an awesome movie, and how sick do you think it would be if the SGA worked with the LARPing club to put together a battle Royale on campus sometime in the spring?

C'mon no kidding here, i know i made fun of those kids in high school too, but then i saw that movie and it changed my life. imagine, Battle Royal on the Parade Field in the spring with 7 armies... company rivalries get medieval, now that's what i'm talking about.

now thats just one absurd idea, but imagine we could do it as a fundraiser and suddenly it ain't so absurd anymore.. just think about that one for a bit.

but to clarify my point, ACTION is where its at, ACTION is where the problems are solved, ACTION is what we need, you need someone who is going to DO, not just get up here and talk.

and i promise you i am the man you need for following crazy ideas... just look at my record, i'm running for SGA secretary on a whim of a belief that i have a chance?

and i'm enlisted in the United States Army....

who gets crazier ideas than that.??

i'm gonna leave you with a quote right here, because i recognize the fact that you really did all come here just to get out of inspections and MoFo, and i don't want to force you to listen to me much longer.

last night i got China Chef, Combo D, you know, the maritime standard. and my fortune cookie i found oddly fitting.

it read as follows : "Action is the root of all Victory"

So i ask you to vote for me and support my venture and my crazy idea.

again, if you dont know me yet,

my name is Justin O'Donnell

My Friends call me TRIP,

hopefully next semester you can call me Mr Secretary...

lots of love y'all,

TRIP

My Modest Proposal

2009-12-03T12:32:00.000-08:00

I'll preface this entry with a small note,

i wrote this piece a while ago for an english class, i ended up getting a perfect score on the assignment, which was to parody Jonathan Swift's Timeless Classic, "A Modest Proposal: For Preventing The Children of Poor People in Ireland, From Being Aburden to Their Parents or Country, and For Making Them Beneficial to The Public"

without Further ado, i give you my very own:

A Modest Proposal
For the elimination of the issue of Illegal Immigration, by means of the Most Extreme Citizenship Experiment.
In the manner of Jonathan Swift’s “A Modest Proposal”

It has come to my attention that there is enough illegal immigrants living in these United States of America to make the citizen population a minority. In recent times this has caused a great deal of controversy, or so some of my acquaintances tell me. My very entertaining Hispanic friend, Jesus, delivered this wonderful method of dealing with the crisis to me. However, before understanding my solution, I must first fully relate the full and obnoxiously grand scale of the problem. As of last week it was evident to me that illegal immigrants have fully and thoroughly invaded this vast and grand nation. I would place a wager that each of us knows at least two or three of these invaders; it was very surprising to learn that one of my friends was an illegal invader. Naturally, the revelation of Jesus’ identity shocked me utterly and completely. Nevertheless, he revealed the complete set of issues, which accompany the invaders coming into American society. While in the country, illegal invaders subvert our language and culture, cost millions in government expenditures, and provide no overall positive influence or entertainment to American society.

It is a well-known fact throughout the world that the unofficial official language of this wonderful nation, The United States of America, is English, the Language of her founding fathers. Out of the nearly 700,000,000 people who are natural or legal citizens of America, we can estimate that approximately 699,747,993 of them can fluently speak, read, and write English. This figure is an approximation made by the English Language Assertion Society. The ELAS is a national organization devoted to making the English language the official language of the United States and her Territories. Another well-known fact about invading illegal immigrants, often they cannot speak the English language, never-mind reading or writing. This problem leads to our liberal society blaming itself, and trying to correct the system by subverting English in America and making Spanish a prominent language in the country. The invaders’ refusal to speak in English has created a subculture in American Society. Perverse subversion of American culture is an atrocity in the most basic sense and we can stand for it no longer. A Spanish-speaking culture has made a move to conquer and destroy Anglo-American Literature and arts.

Many invaders come to America claiming poverty and lack of money in their home nations. I do wish to make it blatantly obvious to these illegal invaders that in their coming they have been costing honest Americans much of their hard earned money. JRT Financing companies reported that the Immigration and Naturalization Services spend approximately twenty billion American dollars each year, tracking and deporting the invaders who come here illegally. The INS raises this money through Government taxing of the ordinary average American Citizen. I would like to point out that the invading parties do not pay taxes. These people utterly drain our national economy, and in no way make a valuable contribution to the efforts of the United States. These invaders also partake in trafficking drugs, such as marijuana and cocaine, trying to make a financial profit in America. I do find it a surprise that these people would risk breaking our laws so soon after arriving in our country, but they often get away with it anyway. The U.S. Coast Guard, along with the FBI and DEA, spends billions each year in anti-drug operations; often unsuccessful I might add. We know that the total yearly operation costs for the INS, U.S.C.G., The FBI, DEA, and U.S. Border Patrol, often top out at more than five hundred billion dollars. The immigrant invasion is simply too expensive to continue. I believe something serious must be done to counteract the negative economic effects of the invasion.

A disturbing trend has come to my attention during the recent years of the invasion. Once the invaders are in the country, they have trouble finding work or other ways to be of a positive effect in American society. They feel content to sit on comfortable sofas watching stolen cable all day, while collecting weekly welfare checks from the liberal American Government. The ones that can find work do so negatively, taking jobs from the ordinary American “working stiff.” Employers seem to enjoy hiring invaders to do labor for cheaper wages than those that American citizens deem acceptable. The aftermath of this illegal labor scandal has put approximately twenty-seven million Americans out of work, and that number is constantly increasing. This mass unemployment has had hard-working American citizens out of work and out of money, while foreign invaders take their jobs and destroy their pride. Invaders who could make a positive influence in professional sports or other avenues of entertainment cannot, for fear of deportation. Another negative aspect of the invasion is an increase in crime. The leading independent researcher has shown that the illegal immigrant population of the U.S. prison system is 42 percent. Invaders come to America, and then turn to crime when they become upset with the living conditions that they have created for themselves. I do believe that immigrants have no positive influence on society with the present state of affairs. If Americans are ever going to reclaim their pride in their nation, and an uncorrupted society, then we must take serious action soon.

I believe drastic action is necessary to quell the invasion and reclaim America. The first step will be to establish a demilitarized zone between America and Mexico. The DMZ should stretch from the Rio Grande, about fifty klicks (approx. 30 miles) into the state of Texas. This DMZ will be the sight of America’s ingenious new national security precaution, and the world’s newest and most popular reality television show, MXC: MEXICAN EXTREME AMERICAN CITIZENSHIP. My friend tempted me to fill the Rio Grande with peaceful alligators; however, Naturalist Steve Irwin convinced me that the vicious and deadly Pacific Stingray would have a more profound effect of intimidation. After they cross the river, the contestant’s presence will start a sensor, which will start a twenty-one minute timer. Within the twenty-one minutes, the contestant must run the five klicks (approx. 3 miles) to a large entrance way, whose gates will close after the time expires. If a contestant fails at this point, we will send him or her back to Mexico, for we already have an abundance of physically unfit peoples in America. If the contestant makes it through the gates in time, he or she will enter a large maze with sheer steel walls twelve feet high. On the walls of this maze will be two sets of directions, one in Spanish, and one in English. The Spanish directions will lead the contestant into a series of dead ends and wrong turns that will have them lost for an extended period. The English directions, however, will explain what is wrong with the other set, while giving the correct directions for the quicker route out of the maze. My Hispanic friend Jesus conjured the second part of the plan. I believe this idea is worthy of great reward to whoever created it, even a drunken invader. It was a brilliant notion to turn the MXC into a game, one especially made for reality TV. The true competition will begin with one thousand competitors on the Mexican shores of the Rio Grande. Conceptually, the idea will move the entrance of the maze back twenty-two clicks from its former position. We decided that contestants will embark on a twenty-klick (approx. 12 miles) bike ride, following the swim across the Rio Grande. After dismounting their bikes, competitors will embark on a five-klick run to the maze entrance. Conceptually the maze has stayed the same, other than only allowing the first four hundred competitors into the maze. The rules would also now allow physical contact as officials will grant only the first fifty competitors through the maze a finisher’s prize. They will award the finishers a green card, and have the chance to bring a spouse and their children to America. The finishers will then be set up for a meeting with an employment agency in America. Perhaps, the best prize they will receive will be the respect of their fellow Americans. MXC solves the problems of language and cultural subversion, excessive government spending, and the lack of usefulness found in immigrants.

MXC clearly solves the problem of linguistic differences between average Americans and immigrants. The notion of English language directions in the maze eliminates many problems with linguistics. These directions ensure that only immigrants who can read English passively will succeed in completing the maze. This, I believe, will go hand in hand with speaking and understanding the language. With most of the immigrant population speaking English, the basis of American popular culture will survive: music, literature, and the day-to-day conversation. I do find it unreasonable that anyone could possibly object to the many positive benefits of a homogeneous linguistic society.

Government spending will decrease greatly due to the MXC action plan. The MXC action plan reduces the need for government spending in tracking down illegal invaders. Some benefits of a single national language also spill into the category of government spending. Without multiple languages, the government will not need to spend excess amounts of money satisfying those who refuse to speak English in the American school system. I have it from a very good source that the Florida state government spends nearly fifty million dollars a year in search of teachers who are fluent in Spanish. They could completely solve this problem if the students in these schools simply learned to speak English. We will also completely eradicate the problem of anti-drug spending. I would safely guess, that those who sell the drugs would also partake in them. Any person who partakes in these drugs will not be in the physical condition needed to survive the MXC competition. Therefore, the various government agencies that deal with drug enforcement will save many millions of dollars each year due to the lack of drug problems. Perhaps those in government will argue that the development of the program will cost more than it could possibly save. I place a construction estimate of roughly three billion dollars on the project. Though it comes with a high price tag, the project would not cost the government a single dime over time. Some supporters have proposed that the government televise the competition as a monthly pay-per-view special. The money earned from the viewing would go toward recuperating the developmental costs. To ensure viewing by the public, officiators may alter or add parts of the course to keep the audience interested. Money wise, the MXC plan will affect the United States government positively.

Thanks to the MXC action plan immigrants will have an overall more positive influence, as a part of society. Once they have entered the country legally, immigrants are eligible to apply for legitimate jobs where they will make decent pay. Athletes, actors, and other entertainers can do their jobs without fear of persecution. Any immigrant who wishes to expand their education could now do so without applying for a student visa. Perhaps the most important improvement for immigrants will be the respect they receive from fellow Americans. Due to their improved status, immigrants will no longer need to partake in criminal activities to survive as a second class in American society. Immigrants will have an overall more positive effect on society.

To answer the question of MXC’s reliability, I have produced the results from my test run of the system. Six years ago, I approached the government of Mexico with my plan and explained the benefits to them. Needles to say, they thought the idea was brilliant. The Mexicans began to set up the system on their southern border. In the last five years, illegal immigration has come to a virtual stand still on Mexico’s southern border. In the recent years, the Mexican government has decreased their spending by phenomenal amounts. This vast decrease in government spending has led to a large decrease in taxation. Also, the lack of illegal immigration has made many jobs available to Mexican citizens. The combination of available jobs and lower government taxes has made for an improved standard of living in the nation of Mexico. The MXC action plan has had absolutely no negative effects on the nation of Mexico. I foresee only positive results if they carry out the MXC action plan in the United States.

MXC is a singular piece of genius, which will make America a more pleasant place to live. With the application of the plan, America will solve all the problems of illegal immigration. Others before me have proposed many solutions to the problem, all of which MXC has eclipsed and encompassed. National Guard troops would not have to patrol the border as a police group any longer. Devising harsher laws to deal with those companies that employ the illegal immigrants would not be necessary. The government would not even need to develop more efficient practices of dealing with the illegal immigrants themselves. After careful consideration, MXC is the easiest solution to the problem available to the United States Government. Not only is it the easiest, MXC is the perfect solution to immigration.

Until Next time...

TRIP

for your enjoyment...

French Joke...

2009-12-03T04:35:00.000-08:00

There was a gathering of Generals in France a few weeks ago. There were Generals from America, England, Russia, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and France.

The Language of the conference was designated to be English, seeing as how it was the easiest language for everyone to communicate with.

over the course of the conference everyone can see the French General, Francois, getting visibly upset and flustered with each passing conversation.

The Australian General asks him what was wrong, and Francois lost it and flipped out.

"Why must we speaka zee Engliish? my own tongue of la France is zee most beauutiful language on zee eaurth! It is a defiance of zee good faith of my Country in hating this conference to not use our own natiive tongue!!"

There was a brief moment of silence until the American General answered him:

"Francois, we are speaking English here today, because about 60 years ago, we all made some arrangements for you here to not be speaking German..."

That's all for now y'all,

TRIP

Shitty Post, Who Gives A Shit??

2009-11-29T18:17:00.000-08:00

me? no..

you? no...

anyone? no...

your mother? there's a small chance...

but anyways, shit happens for a reason, right? bullshit,, shit happens to piss me off...

so i got a view on how this vacation from MMA went along... it sucked. straight up borring waste of shit time, and i would have been better off staying at school and doing something productive, like making money- something that i desperately need.

so anyways, i wasted a week, nothing productive happened, watched movies, was halfway entertained by siblings and old friends, ate food, didn't work out, didn't work, sat on my ass, did nothing for 5 days...

essentially thats all it was.

Maine? fuck it

Nattyboro? fuck it

Buzzards Bay? fuck it even harder...

i've come to realize something... the things in this world don't mean shit... breathing just passes the time till we all just get old and die, and we should have something a little more productive to do with this time?

i mean, come on!!

Black Friday???

what the fuck america?

wake the fuck up and realize how retarded you are.

you want to wake up at ungodly hours to get 20% off of something that was marked up 35% beforehand. so in essence you're payign the same god damn price?

all for what? christmas?

fuccck

do you know where christmas originated?

don't even say the birthday of Jesus, cuz you're full of shit if you believe that...

Christianity adopted the majority of its major religions from pre existing traditions of the cultures it conquered. it made for an easier transition for the subjected peoples. and yes just to let y'all know, don't be fretty about Islam being so violent, Christianity is the most violent religion in history. more blood has been spilled in the name of the cross and the pope than anyone can ever determine accurately.

but i digress....

Christmas is an Evolution of a Pagan Holiday. it was a holiday that Celebrated Masculinity. Men would gather together and enjoy a great feast. Following the feast, the men's wives were bound and beaten while they exchanged gifts. (this is the part of the tradition we kept, the gift giving). the beating and being left out of the gift exchange was a lesson to the women about male dominance. Through the rest of the festival, the women were subjected to many more lessons about male dominance, i'll let your imaginations fill in the details.

the capstone of the entire festival was an Orgy, only this wans't a normal Orgy. the women remained bound, and simply watched, as their husbands, and other males engaged in violent Sodomy(butt sex)...

this was supposed to be a lesson to Women about how they weren't even needed for Carnal Pleasures, as males could achieve this through Homosexuality, but that a woman's sole purpose was to bear children into the world, and be domestic servants to the men.

and that is the holiday we celebrate today, we gather together and celebrate the unity of families, by exchanging gifts. bullshit, if it were common knowledge the origins of this holiday, then Christmas wouldn't be nearly as prevalent holiday as it is.

we over do Christmas, with gifts and decorations, and music, and feasts... the practice of the pagans didn't completely disappear from the holiday until the 1300's, well into the time where they were celebrating the birth of their lord, by beating women and engaging in Gay Sex...

but all of that is superfluous, just as is most everything in modern day American society..

but nevertheless, who am i to complain about consumerism in america, its not like anyone will listen to a angry kid about the problems with morality in our nation. they're too busy feeding the criminals, and housing illeagal aliens, and living off of my hard earned and angrily paid tax dollars...

the liberal plague on this country has gone untouched for far too long.. and it is time someone fought back against the infection of bias and liberalism....

try not to delve too deeply into this

it's all true, but nevertheless, maybe i'm just in a terrible mood and felt like pissing someone off....

that's all i got for now y'all

lots of love..

TRIP....

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T-WHY-LIGHT

2009-11-28T23:13:00.000-08:00

i hate twilight....

that is all...

love,

TRIP

How To Lose Friends and Alienate People...

2009-11-26T14:11:00.000-08:00

Great movie, Great lesson...

but you know what, as miserable as the guy in that movie seems, he isn't at all,.

he's doing his thing, pissing people off, and enjoying life! what the hell? why can't i do that?

if i could make a living just by being me and pissing people off, then i would in a heart beat...

but anyways, i'm sitting here being bored watching the movie. and the guy just killed the actresses little lap dog.

and i couldn't help but laugh, i hate those things.

and besides, this movie reminds me of something. o yeah, the way myself and some others look at the world and how we see it.

people are retarded, lame, stupid and annoying, and someone needs to tell these assholes.

hell, the only thing i'm good at is pissing people off, and i love doing it, it takes no effort, its just easy to do. i tell people what needs to be heard, i don't sugarcoat stuff so these pussies can read something good and happy, i just call the shots as i see them and go for anger.

and why shouldn't i? fuck this world and their sensibilities, and fuck you too!

c'mon, if ya actually read this and keep coming back for more then you obviosly hate people as much as i do?

nothing about this blog makes any sense, and i'm realizing it, and i don't care haha.

suck it, shut up and read. and when you're done reading this, head on over to Madison Botcsh's Blog to read some more like minded bullshit. but thats all i got for you tonight,

yes, i'm drunk,

yes, i dont care

and NO, no video tonight.

shut the fuck up and deal with it.

that's all for tonight y'all.

-TRIP

Me and My Siblings Trip Out Sober...

2009-11-24T19:11:00.001-08:00

like straight up tonight has been the most randomly interesting night ever... me and jade and bryan and josh and adam and jevens and mike and kenny and hannah and francesca and brett all sat in my living room and talked over the movie that was playing.. yup we talked.

and holy shit it felt likie i was trippin sack just listening to the shit coming out of our mouths..

Bryan was talking about giant squids assaulting him as he traveled over the Sagamore Bridge when he was like 5.

Jade is mimicking a tortoise as it attempts to eat a head of lettuce... i could not tell you why.

Brett spent most of the night in a daze asleep on the floor just trying to make sense of what was going on around him...

Hannah was behind him for the most part, but is now alive and making fun of Jamaicans with Jade.

Mike and Kenny were doing their usual Gay stuffs, humoring all of us.

Francesca is just beign oddly interesting cuz she's talking about stoners and hippies.

but the really funny part is that i think this is the first time in as long as i can remember that the entire family has been together in this house since like my junior year in high school... HOLY SHIT

wtf, o well, sorry that's all i got for you tonight. i'm watching the taking of Pelham 123, and to tell the truth is sucks, but w/e, i'll write a more interesting blog tomorrow...

till then...

TRIP....

My Friends call me "Trip"...

2009-11-23T19:28:00.000-08:00

Everyone has a nickname, whether it's something they regularly go by, or something their ashamed to admit, but at one point in their life everyone has had a nickname...

I was fortunate, my nickname kinda came with my real name, O'Donnell, everyone just called me O-D.... simple, but effective.

but when i got to college that all changed.

i don't know how, don't know why, but someone (I believe it was OP or Garvey) began Calling me Triple OD... honestly noone could tell you the significance, and i'm not sure there is any at all..

but in the last 2 years it has been shortened even further, and my nickname as it is now is rather simple...

My Friends Call Me Trip...

don't ask.. but i kinda like it, so i'm just gettin the word out to all y'all. thats my name...

anyways on another note, I was thinking tonight...

I know, a rare thing, me thinking and all... but it does happen on occasion, and i am all for it when it does.

so i really have nothing to write about tonight, except that i decided to run for Student Government Secretary, just for shitz and giggles to see what happens...

i'm gonna have to come up with a fantastic strategy to muster up 350 nomination signatures, and write an Obama-worthy speech in order to win this shit....

fuck it, i'm gonna take the Ross Perot Approach to election politics...

I"M CLINICALLY INSANE! VOTE FOR MEEE!!!

but really, vote for me

But anyways our school realized today how much of a Cluster Fuck the SGA had gotten itself into, when half of the members of the Executive Board applied for slots in the Foriegn Exchange Program to Shanghai Maritime Academy.

Personally, I think it's friggin' awesome! now shitbags like me are running to take up the slots and fill the vacant seats that they are abandoning.

the Student Trustee position is also up for grabs. I thought about running for this, but i thought better of it when Ryan Lotti voiced that he wanted it. He's a good kid, and he'd do a good job, so he's got my vote, and my support. I only wanted to run because i hate the other 2 kids running, Adam Silvis, and Diana Metcalf...

as long as someone beats the 2 of them for the seat then i'm ecstatic. but unfortunately, since i've mentioned their names, i can't go into detail about why they shouldn't have the position without opening myself up to a lawsuit or some kind of legal action.... legal action is always a bad thing to have happening in my life...

so anyways, ya ya ya... O'Donnell for Secretary, Lotti for Student Trustee, good shit we get it.

SOO, back to what i was thinking about...

honestly i cant remember what i started out to write this blog about. i guess that makes this an insanely successful tangent in terms of random shit clogging up the arteries of intelligence on the interwebs... o well, deal with it.

i'm at a loss as to where to go with this, and i hope you enjoyed at least a lil bit of it, but if not, tough shit, tough love, its me, love me or hate me, just read me!

in the words of the biggest pussy bitch sell outs in the history of punk music,

- "I don't care what you're thinking about, just as long as it's about me."

as always, yours truly,

-TRIP

*this amused me

Did you know that the Russian words for 'Vodka' and 'water' are nearly identical in pronunciation?

2009-11-21T09:59:00.000-08:00

and since i've come to college it seems that the two have become interchangeable...

o dear the past 3 semester's have been... eventful...

"why did i think drinking beer from a 7 Eleven big gulp was a good idea!? oh wait, because it was. yay college!"

-Stephanie Piccirilli

that quote pretty much sums it up... YAY COLLEGE!!

yay drunken nights..

drunken memories,

drunken loves,

and drunken mistakes...

jesus, i've only been in college for 3 semesters and 1 sea term... and i've already got more alcohol induced memories than i do sober ones...

i was drinking lightly last night, and decided to think back to them and relive all my highlights of college thus far.

theres really been too many to remember, but the highlights of each semester are easy enough to pull out of my mushy brain.

FRESHMAN YEAR- first semester....

UMD Shenaniganz....

enough said... but yes, i'll elaborate..

Alex Picozza, Bill Dunlop and myself decided to take a trip to UMass Dartmouth and get shitty... as we are walking around campus trying to run into my friends, we killed half of what we had for booze, and we were already shithoused when we made it to the party. by some miracle me and Dunlop help the beer Pong table for about 10 games, at which point we went to go to Jaggerbombs with Dave Jackson and Vee... it was not long until we blacked out... my vague memories of the night include a bunch of people beating the shit out of Dunlop while he was drunk, and both of us having to be dragged back to our rooms back at Mass Maritime...

sea term....

so sea term... the entire thing was one drunken blur to be perfectly honest.. but i'd have to say the funniest times we had were most definitely in the Virgin Islands...

there was a bar right off the pier, and i drank there for FREE for 3 entire days, all because i had a solid Irish accent, and the girl tending bar fell in love with me.

there was also the time in that run down dive bar, or what we thought was a run down dive bar, when Dunlop announced to the Entire island of St. Thomas that he had only 7 dollars left to his name.. no sooner did he say that than a giant hideous local woman came from the corner, grabbed his seven dollars and stuffed it in her bra, took him by the arm, and dragged him upstairs... Now what happened next was something Gillan should have gotten the Medal Of Honor for.. he rean up stairs after them, and sprinted back down carrying a screaming and protesting Dunlop over his shoulder....

it turns out the room upstairs consisted of 4 water-stained walls, and a rotting moldy mattress on a hardwood floor... no wonder she only cost 7 dollars... Ryan Gillan was the hero of that night, he kept Dunlop from contracting 37 different STD's in a single sitting...

Second Semester....

nothing that interesting happened Second semester, that is other than regularly getting trashed on campus, and nearly getting caught... taking trips to Dorchester to drink with the Puerto Ricans, and pissing of the Vietnamese kid who lives on the other side of campus... all in all it was a solid semster...

Sophomore Year Thus Far....

holy shit what a year...

the one major night i've had was a concert... Myself, Parf, and Powell went to go see Foredoes Me Quite at a bar in Taunton..

now them being one of my favorite bands, and it being Halloween, it was destined to be a great night.

so the opening bands are playing their sets, we are drinking, enjoying the music. when all of a sudden in walk people i know. Melanie, who i expected to be there seeing as her brother is the lead singer of the band, and Mandy, who i hadn't seen in over a year... and i knew right then i was gonna get absolutely trashed that night.

seeing as how none of us were 21, we couldn't buy any booze in the bar, so i acquiesced a bottle of UV blue Vodka, and smuggled it into the bar for myself and the girls. we pass it between us, and Mel's brother while he is on stage, getting the 4 of us completely shitty.... o well it happens. Foredoes Me Quite had to end their set early because Dallas was so shit-faced, and the girls had to split because Mandy could barely stand...

Now, Powell and Parf had been drinking heavilly on their own accord by this point, so we were all far gone, i was speaking gaelic and flipping out on strangers walking around Taunton. at this point i blacked out.

the next morning when i awoke i discovered something.. Powell's car no longer had a windshield, and all 3 of us were hungover as fuck, but we had managed to make it back to the cape... what happened during that venture is still a mystery to all of us....

as you can see, we have some pretty shitty shenanigans that happen in my life, and in my opinion it should make for fantastic reading material, but you know, if you didn't find that funny enough, there's always my visual entertainment provided by the courtesy of youtube...

i'mg going to bring this game to Mass Maritime

Underwear Goes On The Inside Of Your Pants....

2009-11-20T14:07:00.000-08:00

**originally by 'LAZYBOY'

Why is marijuana not legal? Why is marijuana not legal?
It's a natural plant that grows in the dirt.
Do you know what's not natural?
80 year old dudes with hard-ons. That's not natural.
But we got pills for that.
We're dedicating all our medical resources to keeping the old guys erect,
but we're putting people in jail for something that grows in the dirt?

You know we have more prescription drugs now.
Every commercial that comes on TV is a prescription drug ad.
I can't watch TV for four minutes without thinking I have five serious diseases.
Like: "Do you ever wake up tired in the morning?"
Oh my god I have this, write this down. Whatever it is, I have it.
Half the time I don't even know what the commercial is:
people running in fields or flying kites or swimming in the ocean.
I'm like that is the greatest disease ever. How do you get that?
That disease comes with a hot chick and a puppy.

The schools now: It is all about self-esteem in the schools now.
Build the kids' self-esteem, make them feel good about themselves.
If everybody grows up with high self-esteem, who is going to dance in our strip clubs?
What's going to happen to our porno industry?
These women don't just grown on trees.
It takes lots of drunk dads missing dance recitals before you decide to blow a goat on the internet for fifty bucks.
And if that disappears, where does that leave me on a Friday night with my new high speed connection?

Masterminds are another word that comes up all the time.
You keep hearing about these terrorists masterminds that get killed in the middle east.
Terrorists masterminds.
Mastermind is sort of a lofty way to describe what these guys do, don't you think?
They're not masterminds.
"OK, you take bomb, right? And you put in your backpack. And you get on bus and you blow yourself up. Alright?"
"Why do I have to blow myself up? Why can't I just:"
"Who's the fucking mastermind here? Me or you?"

Americans, let's face it: We've been a spoiled country for a long time.
Do you know what the number one health risk in America is?
Obesity. They say we're in the middle of an obesity epidemic.
An epidemic like it is polio. Like we'll be telling our grand kids about it one day.
The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004.
"How'd you get through it grandpa?"
"Oh, it was horrible Johnny, there was cheesecake and pork chops everywhere."

Nobody knows why were getting fatter? Look at our lifestyle.
I'll sit at a drive thru.
I'll sit there behind fifteen other cars instead of getting up to make the eight foot walk to the totally empty counter.
Everything is mega meal, super sized. Want biggie fries, super sized, want to go large.
You want to have thirty burgers for a nickel you fat mother fucker. There's room in the back. Take it!
Want a 55 gallon drum of Coke with that? It's only three more cents.

Sometimes you have to suffer a little bit in your youth to motivate yourself to succeed in later life.
Do you think if Bill Gates got laid in high school, do you think there'd be a Microsoft?
Of course not.
You got to spend a long time in your own locker with your underwear shoved up your ass before you start to think,
"You'll see. I'm going to take of the world of computers! I'll show them."

We're in one of the richest countries in the world,
but the minimum wage is lower than it was thirty five years ago.
There are homeless people everywhere.
This homeless guy asked me for money the other day.
I was about to give it to him and then I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol.
And then I thought, that's what I'm going to use it on.
Why am I judging this poor bastard.
People love to judge homeless guys. Like if you give them money they're just going to waste it.
Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do? Save it up and buy a wall unit?
Take a little run to the store for a throw rug and a CD rack? He's homeless.
I walked behind this guy the other day.
A homeless guy asked him for money.
He looks right at the homeless guy and says why don't you go get a job you bum.
People always say that to homeless guys like it is so easy.
This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants.
Outside his pants. I'm guessing his resume isn't all up to date.
I'm predicting some problems during the interview process.
I'm pretty sure even McDonalds has a "underwear goes inside the pants" policy.
Not that they enforce it really strictly, but technically I'm sure it is on the books.

So There's This Band...

2009-11-19T21:25:00.000-08:00

now if you know me, then you know that music is kinda what i do... pretty much all i do, i love music, it sounds weird to say, but realistically, i fucking breathe music.

what kinds of music you ask? jesus... to answer that?

all of it... for real i listen to just about everything...

Metal (ADTR, UnderOATH, Stutterfly, etc...)

Classic Rock (Zepplin, Kiss, Van Halen...)

90's alt rock (Gin Blossoms, Blues Traveler, Third Eye Blind)

Religious rock (The Almost, Creed)

Country (Zac Brown band, Taylor Swift)

Rap (Eminem, Fort Minor, Flipsyde)

Trance (Darude, DJ Sammy, Tiesto, Tieri)

Pop-Techno (Hyper Crush, LMFAO)

ok ok ok... i proved my point, i listen to every concieveable type of music and am knowledgeable of all of it.

but the last kind is what brings me here tonight....

Pop-Techno... these groups generally start out as DJ's that try and get big by covering and remixing popular songs, and it ends up being really catchy, and they are sometimes even half decent, but it is very rare....

Hyper Crush, and LMFAO are two great examples, and then you have DJ Coley Cole.. who just sucks...

but i found a new group, and they are called Pyro Fighter and they are actually half decent... i've only listened to a few songs so far, but it appears to be promising, so give 'em a listen, even if you don't like the genre, maybe you'll find it catchy enough to expand you're horizons...

Bloggin Pays....

2009-11-19T16:16:00.000-08:00

for real, it does?

thats news to me. but anyways, check back here often ya know?

i write a new post just about every night, so i'll be sure to try and entertain you,

but you cant track on my daily exploits and rants if you aren't coming back and reading whats new every night.

ya never know, maybe one day i'll actually write something brilliant and put myself in a league of blogger's to be remembered for all of eternity... or at least until they come out with something better than the internet. if thats even possible...

but anyways, how about today?

today was an average day, not much happened, other than the fact that i learned that if i place ads on my blog, i get paid...

yup thats right, paid to blog. thats pretty much intensely awesome. and i love the idea of that. but it only works if you visit often, and click the ads... yeah YOU!!

thats right, i'm gonna go all Uncle Sam on you're ass! I WANT YOU! to come visit my blog and just click on an ad or two with some decent frequency. so i can make writing this blog for y'all worth it. you don't need to do anything after you click on the ad's just X out of the window for all i care, but c'mon and clink on them y'all.

anyways, as for the rest of my day. nothing much i woke up mad late (if you can call 0630 in the morning mad late... it is for me) and then went to Morning Formation, (Marching around looking like a damn silly fool), and then did some facebook creepin for a couple hours till it was time to go to the Colonel's American Government class, sat through that forcing myself to stay awake, and then wasted the day in the messdeck with Megee and some other people i dont really know until it was time for me to go to Dr. Ritschel's American Theatre class... o deary i love my boring Thursday schedule. funny thing is only 3 people showed up to my American Theatre class, so it was a shit show of an attempt at teaching.

and then the kicker... another Class with Colonel Dilliplane. only this wasn't my class, he asked me if i'd like to come sit in on the Freshman ROTC Class and help him out with it. you dont say no to you're commanding officer, especially when he's a full bird Colonel. so of course i went. damn it was boring.

the class was all about the importance of Physical fitness and having good goals in the military, being physically and mentally fit.

i guess that kinda makes sense to me, i mean who doesn't want to go to war with a positive attitude?

Attitude goes a long long way in a killzone....

these guys know how to have a good time in the sandbox over in the middle east... lol

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

2009-11-18T17:33:00.000-08:00

stupid people... Stupid people really grind my gears!
yeah i'm talking about you, America!

nothing but a huge country full of a lot of stupid people. really really stupid people.

like take this one kid i go to school with. kid is socially retarded, can't take a joke to save his life, doesn't know when to shut the fuck up, and is just straight up generally annoying. and the worst part is, HE'S FUCKING STUPID!

now, i may not be the sharpest tool in the shed myself, but at least i'm not a complete bitch about it, ya know?

this kid (who shall remain nameless just so i dont get in trouble for harassment or nothing, cuz at this school, anything is possible when it comes to writing shit online!!! but thats a whole other post for a whole other time...) is taking, i believe, and i may be wrong about this, but i believe, only 12 credits (4 classes) because he is on academic probation.

-he cuts class on a regular basis "because he's tired"(i honestly haven't seen him in english for about 3 weeks)
-whenever he is in class, all he does is ask retarded questions and piss off everyone.
-constantly complains about how busy he is.
-never does homework, although he beat Halo ODST the weekend it came out, and he's most of the way through Modern Warfare 2 already.

but waiit! here we go! the straw that broke my back with my tolerance of him and his kind...

two weeks ago we were assigned a 5-6 page paper for our english class about our take on the American Identity presented in two plays we read blah blah blah you don't really care... but anyways, I started it tonight, its due tommorow, (i work well with a pressure deadline, what can i say?). so on my way to the library to get a start on it, i stop by his room to see if he has any notes i could breeze over quickly.
O my god, kid didn't even open the fucking door. and i can't even bear to type out the conversation i had with him. but this is a good enough summary.
-he was playing video games, (that much i could hear through the door)
-he didn't have any notes.
-he hadn't yet started the paper either (figures as much)
here's the kicker!
-he got an extension from the teacher because he was too busy to do it, and there was no way he could put together a 5 page paper in 1 night...

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???
now i'm usually a fairly understanding and tolerant guy, but that fucking crosses the line.
being stupid is one thing, being a stupid lazy shitbag asshole piece of donkey turd is another.

and here i sit, 2 hours, and 5 and 1/2 pages later, done with my paper, relaxing and blogging. and that little fucker is still upstairs playing video games, waiting until after the teacher discusses the paper's in class to write it...

"Fat Drunk and Stupid is no way to go through life son"

but if your gonna be stupid, at least be motivated...

Manchester!

2009-11-17T18:51:00.000-08:00

Have you ever mentioned how you think it would be funny if someone would do something absolutely ridiculous, and then you get the one 'cool' kid in the conversation who's always all like "i'd fucking do it no problem" but then pussies out when it comes to actually doing it?

you know, that kid who makes fun of people who are afraid to jump off a 20 foot bridge to go swimming, but then chickens out...

well from now on, call the Manchester...

A friend of mine went to Norwhich University, and brought this back with him. Apparently a Manchester is a Dare on steroids, and if someone bitches out on a Manchester, then they are deemed a bitch for all eternity.

However, you can only call a Manchester after someone claims they can or would do something ridiculous, that they actually have no intentions of following through with...

EX: you : "dude, it would be insane if someone tornadoes* the Commandant's** office"

kid who thinks he's cool : "dude, i'd so do that, it'd be awesome!"

you : "MANCHESTER!!!"

*(completely 'trashes' for you non-military types)

** (HMFIC- head mother fucker in charge, for you non military types)

on a completely unrelated note.. this fat Iraqi kid is a straight 'G'

2 Whole Nights

2009-11-16T18:12:00.000-08:00

shiiit, it's been 2 whole nights since i wrote a post, and i'm sad to say that other than me becoming infamous amongst the underclassmen for something i didn't do (see previous post) NOTHING HAS HAPPENED!!

it has been, simply put, and uneventful 2 days.

however, i feel obligated to write something vaguely amusing here for the 5 people who regularly read this shit.

so here we go, has anything at all happened that i can write about?

well today, me and Mark Brien went on an adventure to get money, and delicious sammiches.

and when we got back, Mr. Brien went on to create the greatest Pandora station ever conceived...

if y'all don't believe me then give a listen here.....

i continued to procrastinate working on any new photos for my portfolio, which if you're an artsy like person and enjoy photography you can check out here...

i was however vastly amused by Madison Botsch's view on life as always... the kid is a genius i tell ya, he's gonna make me famous one day.

and of course i finally finished my briefing project on Bill Clinton and how he disgraced the Presidency, and it has done nothing but to reaffirm my convictions that i must one day run for president. I'm getting an early start on the campaign, if you feel like helping out just check out the page here and join the cause....

but other than that i really got nothing for you kids tonight,

o, except ya, Me and Mr. ****** AKA Mr. Jeremy Letson, have made up, and the war between us is over, i'll be making a visit to the 05 later tonight to Celebrate the fact.

other than that i thank my few regular readers, and hope i didn't disappoint y'all too much...

and as always, i'm leaving with your viewing pleasure in mind. ;)

Well, I thought it was funny at least....

2009-11-14T18:40:00.000-08:00

******- Name is obscured to save my own ass from getting in trouble...

So there Mr. *****, what is your most prized possession in the world i ask you?
DUH! it's obviously the strips of red tape on the ground outside my door, sheesh.

to understand where this is going you need to understand where it is coming from...

so here's a little back story.... Massachusetts Maritime Academy- Where the Unqualified Lead the Unwilling, to do the Unnecessary... AKA the worst excuse for a regimented Military Academy in the country. With a Cadet(student for all y'all out there unfamiliar with fancy shmancy military terminology.)

but anyways, I'm a sophomore there, and as thus I'm in the awkward position of kinda being friends with everyone... I'm good friends with quite a few Seniors, who are the Officers(people in charge) of the Regiment.... Mr. ****** is one of them... a 2 Bar officer, a Company Adjutant(essentially the most insignificantly small time position in the senior staff, but nonetheless important enough that he can write people up for disciplinary action if he wishes...) Now Mr. ****** thinks he's the shit, and that he's all important and omnipotent... not the truth, but who are we to burst his bubble?

ANYYWAYYSS.... where was I? O! Yeah!

So he's a senior and I'm a sophomore, and I'm friends with a few freshman too... here comes the catch, they are freshman in his company(that means he is kinda sorta almost in charge of them and making their lives miserable while he's here.)

can ya see where this is going?

well the problem lies in the fact that he hates them... every last one of them, for no other reason than that they are freshman...

but since he's an officer they keep going to him with questions... yup pisses him off royally

THE DEATH-ZONE

O yeah... he made a Death-Zone, as he calls it....

Mr. ******'s DEATH-ZONE consists of red electrical tape marking a 3ft X 4ft box outside his door, and if any youngie(a demeaning word for freshman) steps foot in it, then they will be subject to an extremely terrifying death by method of his choosing...

he's outlined various plans on how he would cause their painful and untimely death's... one such plan included a DEATH-ZONE security system armed with motion sensor-triggered Laser cannons, and perhaps even a De-atomizing energy burst that would transport them to the reaches of space and let them suffer as the vacuum of space tore their bodies apart to relieve the difference in air pressure between their lungs and the vacuum they are falling endlessly through...

in my infinite wisdom, i convinced myself that something needed to be done to fuck with this so called DEATH-ZONE..... thus i hatched-

THE PLOT....

the plot was simple, it called for the convincing of one of the freshman to do something stupid... now I'm sure it's the same here as it is at any normal college, that convincing a freshman to do something stupid is as simple as saying "HEY YOU! GO DO THIS!!" ... and they'll sprint off to do it in an attempt to be cool, whether or not you were serious.

so of course it wasn't that hard to convince a freshman he should go rip up the tape and move it over to in front of his own room.......

...hey I thought it was hysterical.. but apparently Mr. ****** didn't entirely agree.

he straight flipped the fuck out....

End Results and Consequences:

1. I am Banned from that floor of the building-(I think I'll actually steer clear for a lil while at least.)

2. I am Forbidden to talk to the Freshman in that Company. (good luck enforcing this one Mr. ******)

3. Violating either of those orders will get me placed on disciplinary report. (I Dare you...)

4. Mr. ****** is royally pissed off. (O Grow the fuck up and get your panties out of a bunch man.)

5. I had material to write this blog about. (thank god, i was about to go to sleep without amusing someone first.)

6. MOST IMPORTANTLY; I LOL'd. (that's right! I LAUGHED OUT LOUD!!! bitch...)

Moral of the Story:

Practical Jokes are part of life, SO GROW THE FUCK UP AND LEARN TO LAUGH AT YOURSELF!!!!

and that's all i have to say about that...

and as usual, I've provided some almost relevant viewing material for your entertainment.

The Theory...

2009-11-13T09:37:00.001-08:00

seeing as how i re-named the blog to have something to do with my theory of the universe, i believe its time to take it in a new direction....

from hence forth, the blog shall be dedicated to the happenings of life, and how they relate to my theory of the universe...
i may not have the recognition from the philosophical community that i deserve, but nonetheless, i will bring you my theory's and my philosophical rants, as i remark on the world as it should be seen

the way i see it...

now my views may not be agreeable, and they may not be all that deep.
and i'm fairly certain i cant answer the ultimate question, you know- the one about Life, the universe, and everything....

but i can tell you one thing for certain... the answer is NOT 42...

I Get Nervous in Cars...

2009-11-12T19:28:00.000-08:00

OK, i listen to too much music and its driving me to the point of oblivion that borders sanity and conscious withdrawal from Human contact...

i see no problem with this whatsoever...

but apparently others do.

o well, shit happens...

to be perfectly honest i had no reason for writing this post, no inspiration to humor, no vastly incredible antics of the night to share with you. i had no deep reflections causing me to reevaluate the meaning of life and enlighten the western world. (P.S. the answer really really IS 42...) and i cant really think of any witty words to share with you, but i did however decide that everyone should know this song and this band, so you WILL watch this video, and become a religious fan of Therefore I Am...

why? you ask...

simple, i reply, cuz they are fucking awesome...

and i really do get scared in cars when i'm not driving, i tend to sleep or talk alot to hide it, but idk what it is... lol

GO ARMY!!

2009-11-12T16:50:00.000-08:00

so yaeh y'all,

tonight was the big Army ROTC vs Navy MMR Flag football game at Mass Maritime, its kind of like our own littl version of the Curtis Guild Cup, put on by the Charles River Battalion every year between AROTC and NROTC. only difference is that Army usually wins the Curtis Guild Cup, and The Navy usually takes the MMA Flag football game... (yes we are without a fancy name for it)

this year was- as the officials claim -the best played contest in the games 8 year history, with Navy taking the trophy back with a final score of 30-20, o well, shit happens....

we put up a valiant effort none the less though. if it wasn't for the Navy's overwhelmingly superior numbers, and the fact that we go to a psuedo-Naval Academy, with half the Varsity Football team in the Navy Program, we would have taken the field easily.

but regardless of the scoreboard, Army leads the way, all the way,

and navy gets in an argument with a lighthouse...

Did you know that the word "O-K" is a sideways person??

2009-11-10T13:49:00.000-08:00

holy shit... i was blown away when i saw this.... O-K

the "O" is his head, and the "K" is the limbs...

like legit, its a lil dude lyin sideways, the one you always use to lynch for not picking your cotto.... i mean when you spelled words wrong in that game...

but anywho, disregarding that lil side note... in case you all haven't noticed, i have a thing for the absolute random of life.

random makes me happy, and i think i have found the most random video to ever grace the internet on youtube, (if you aint caught the drift yet, i fucking love youtube) and i'm going to post it here for your viewing pleasure...

enjoy

Is There A Point To This???

2009-11-09T13:08:00.000-08:00

No? ...didn't think so, o well.
actually thats awesome, it leaves more room for my creative freedoms and expressionism.

what is that you say? creative freedom?
well i'll tell you what it is, it is the ability to lawfully say whatever the fuck you want to on the internet and please millions with your antics when they read them.

'But Justin, why would you want to do that?' you ask me,
and its quite simple.... I want to make you LOL.

yes i said it, i want to make you LOL, LAWL, LAUGH OUT FUCKKING LOUD!!!
get it? good.

but then some ask me what the point of making you LOL is, and quite simply put, there isn't one.

but look what happens to all those who truly make us LOL in our hours of leisure, the Tucker Max's of the world.
Tucker Max has inspired a generation with his antics as a whore mongering fiend on a cross country tour of mayhem, and quite simply put, Tucker Max is my hero....
NOT for what he's done mind you, i mean some of it is hysterical, but the vast majority of it is lude and morally objectionable. But the end result of it all was the same, Tucker Max made the world LOL.

I want to do that, and at this point i'm not to particular as to how i get it done.

if it comes down to banging six dirty prostitutes in a back alley and then running to catch the bus with my pants round my ankles only to come home to a very angry ex girlfriend who wants her stuff back and is willing to do anal in the course of getting it back and then having the cops called on us because the neighbors mistook her screams for something they may actually have been, and then having to get bailed out by my mother because i thought the jail cell would be the best place to explain what happened to her new living room set that me and the ex trashed the night before.... and writing a book about it?

well i guess i best get started on writing that book huh?

OD and Major get buff...

2009-11-09T06:27:00.000-08:00

So today began the epic experiment of unnatural ideals... me and Major are gonna get buff- in 90 days.

tell me thats not an insane idea. Major got it in his head that we need to do the P90-X program, so for the next 90 days, i'ma be killin myself every morning at 0500, w.t.f...
this morning i got up at 455 AM, and asked my self why? why? why?

simple so i can stop being a lazy scumbaggish piece of shit... o well i guess its worth it.

but anyways, i saw this here video and i suddenly feel a whole lot better about myself...

A nap of epic proportions...

2009-11-08T17:30:00.000-08:00

I slept for 14 hours today, and it felt good.... that is all...

it was a nap of epic proportions... and you know what the really odd part of it was? the only reason i got up was because my cell phone alarm went off and told me that i needed to go harvest my watermelon on Farmville... wow wtf.

you know the world's gone to hell when farmville is the one thing that can wake a college kid up from a nap. i mean, i ignored like 5 calls from my mother before my crops were ready to harvest.

on another note.... this is why people shouldn't be allowed to have nice things...

Because I Said So!

Expressions...

i'm back

Who I Am Hates Who I've Been

Perseverance

Hypocrisy of truth...

one for the history books...

the voice of war...

Band of Brothers...

"From this day to the ending of the world ,But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother" -William Shakespeare (Henry V)

Finest Hour

Fruits of War

Future of war

Darkness and light

just sayin...

Philosophy...

why?

What If?

I Hate Crew...

who are you??!?

Vestalia- Foredoes Me Quite

i can't see without it,

i can't breathe without it,

i can't live without your love...

but,

well the sun doesn't shine for you my darling,

and you don't make everyone's day...

when you came into the world,

you were raised to live without it,

permanent scars on your heart...

keep on living with your head in the clouds,

i'll be flying with my feet on the ground...

Traumatic Brain Injuries and the Military

Hush Hush...

If Only...

I Couldn't Tell Ya...

Identity

"Being drunk doesn't change who you are, it just reveals it..."

-Dr. Hadley, AKA "13"

is it possible?

A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other...Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever...

Real or Not?

If love could open up your eyes...

I want someone provocative...

Impossible

Fall For You

Dreams only last for one night...

Why?

Things are settled...

3685

Deppressed Whale Makes Me Happy

Funny People

Lyrics That Get Me...

I took my love, and i took it down...

Crew

In this world there's real and make believe

Live Like We're Dying...

The Path Less Traveled...

Faith, Hope, Love...

Love is Patient...

Awww Hey

HomeWrecker with a Heart of Gold...

Confused...

Bad Decisions Don't Alway's Equal Good Stories

Dear President Obama,

Toast

I'm Back

Objectifying Women....

Immagration laws...

I Hate College, Mass Maritime Tribute...

Elections

My Modest Proposal

French Joke...

Shitty Post, Who Gives A Shit??

T-WHY-LIGHT

How To Lose Friends and Alienate People...

Me and My Siblings Trip Out Sober...

My Friends call me "Trip"...

Did you know that the Russian words for 'Vodka' and 'water' are nearly identical in pronunciation?

"why did i think drinking beer from a 7 Eleven big gulp was a good idea!? oh wait, because it was. yay college!"

"From this day to the ending of the world ,But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother"
-William Shakespeare (Henry V)