These Are the Days

How awesome was today? I have been sick the last couple days but this weather has me absolutely amped! For the 1^st time this year, I was able to roll with my windows open. In the summer, I am all about the windows being down, music blaring & flying down the road. I absolutely love it. Days Go By is quickly becoming one of my alltime favorite songs & it is the 1^st song I think of when I am just flying down the raod. Anytime I am having a rough day, I pop in either Days Go By or Who Wouldn't Want to Be Me. It is impossible to be in a bad mood after listening to either. I leave Days up all the time as an away message but I will leave you the lyrics anyway…

CYA when I CYA…Peace!

Days Go By

Woo
Oh yes, yeah.

I'm changin' lanes, I'm talkin' on the phone
I'm drivin' way too fast
& the interstate's jammed with
Gunners like me afraid of comin' in last
But somewhere in the race we run
We're comin' undone.

Days go by
I can feel 'em flying
Like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by
Yeah, it's all we've been given
So you better start livin' right now
'Cause days go by.

Woo hoo

Out on the roof just the other night
I watched the world flash by
Headlights, taillights runnin' through a river of neon signs
But somewhere in the rush I felt
We're losin' ourselves.

Days go by
I can feel 'em flying
Like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by
Yeah, it's all we've been given
So you better start livin' right now
'Cause days go by.

Well, yoo hoo.
Yeah, days go by.
Yoo hoo.

We think about tomorrow, then it slips away
We talk about forever but we've only got today.

& the days go by
I can feel 'em flying
Like a hand out the window
As the cars go by
Yeah, it's all we've been given
So you'd better start livin'
You, better start living
Better start livin' right now.

These days go by
I can feel 'em flying
Like a hand out the window in the wind
As the cars go by
Yeah, it's all we've been given
So you'd better start livin' right now
As the days go by.

Yoo hoo.

Yeah the days go by.

Yoo hoo.

So take 'em by the hand
They're yours and mine
Take 'em by the hand
& live your life

Take 'em by the hand
Don't let 'em all fly by
Come on, come on now

Come on.

Yoo hoo.

Don't you know the days go by...

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Easter Sunday, a day for rock! The 3 Amigos rolled down to Milwaukee to catch Breaking Benjamin at the Rave. Our trip starting on an interesting note. PSA for all my readers, Easter is for coloring eggs, not for wearing shirts that resemble the eggs. Anyway…The right front brake rotor on my car is shot & screeched every time we made a stop. That became rather hilarious. Every time we rolled up next to someone, we got the WTF look.

Take my hand, we'll be off and then,
We'll come back again
To a different land, now I like this way, you can go away,
If you guess the name you cannot replace
-Breaking Benjamin-

Usually the ride to wherever we are going is the most eventful part of the entire trip. We had one notable event. I’ll be real, I have very few incidents on the road anymore, I used to look for them. We were rolling through Kiel & the road is wide enough for 2 lanes. I decided I would slide to the inside & pass. Mind you I am going 30 in a 25. Dude rolls down to block WTF? Chris & I were a little dumbfounded. I was content to sit there & let old man drive like an old man, but then dude pulls my least favorite trick. He is going 25 & hits his brakes. I wasn’t following very close but this is one of those things that gets under my skin. The oncoming lane was clear so I hammered the gas & drove by. What happens next? The dude speeds up & tailgates my ass. Here’s the deal, if you are going to drive like an asshole, flip people off, don’t use your car as a weapon. We let bygones be bygones & had a decent laugh.

Hello lonely
Now that you're gone I can move on
Goodbye sweet thing
Just know that I've been here all along
So why're you sad?
Don't you know that
It's you who holds my dreams and seems to always come back?
How do I live without you?
How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this again?
-Theory of a Deadman-

Chris has some fucking Jedi sense or something when it comes to finding the rave. I am not sure how it happens but we take a different way there every time, but get there. He is the fucking man. We roll into the Rave & decide to find the t-shirt table. I decided to lose my rock shirt virginity & made my assault. I picked up a Breaking Benjamin T & now feel as though I can chill with J. He starts wearing Lucky Jeans, I start wearing rock shirts. Who would have ever thought?

I missed the last song
I blame myself for just standing there
I miss the love, I miss the holidays
I miss my best friend, cheap cigars,
stupid kids & movie stars
-Theory of a Deadman-

The Exies began playing just as we were coming downstairs. I love their song Ugly & the show was pretty decent. As Chris pointed out, the lead singer sounded a lot like Curt Cobain. It was creepy at times. Good show.

'Cause since you've been gone
I've been begging you please
To tell me you're not alright
& you needed to come home
Since you've been gone
To tell me you're not okay
& you needed me all along
Since you've been gone
I need to hear from you

Since you've been gone
-Theory of a Deadman-

Theory of a Deadman played next. I thought they were damn good. J Hated them. I was a little disappointed that they didn’t play any of their acoustic stuff from their new album, mainly Hello Lonely & Since You've Been Gone. That didn’t dampen the mood too much as a discovered a few good songs from their 1^st album I had not really gotten into. Most notably of these was The Last Song. These guys sound exactly like Nickelback, exactly. Has I been Helen Keller, I would have 100% thought it was Chad Kroger. Anyway, their lead singer loved tossing picks into the crowd. By the end of the 1^st song he had a good 10 in the crowd. ½ way through the show, I was unsure whether he would have enough to finish the show. In was incredible. He looked like a bulimic chick trying to get rid of the food in her stomach. Simply amazing. FYI: The guitarist for Theory looks exactly like Carrie’s husband Dan, exactly. Good Show.

They've come to get me again
The cloud is over my head
My polyamorus friend
you got me in a mess of trouble again
So ...
Just when you think that you're alright
I'm crawling out from the inside
I never hurt anyone
I never listen at all
-Breaking Benjamin-

It took forever to set up the Breaking Benjamin show. It was well worth the wait, well worth it. This show was off the hook, absolutely off the hook. Polyamorous was just awesome, the closed with So Cold. The encore included Rain (Lead singer played alone only to have the band come out & rip up the last verse, fucking awesome.) & Shallow Bay. The crowd was absolutely jacked for the whole show. It was awesome. This has to be the best rock show I have seen in a few years. As good as Chevelle was, these guys were twice as good. These guys are now on my short list of band I would see again with Tantric & dredg.

You're like an infantile
I knew it all the while
You sit and try to play me
Just like you see on tv
I am an oversight
Just like a parasite
Why am I so pathetic
I know you won't forget it
Sooner or later your gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw your life away
Driving me under, leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw your life away
-Breaking Benjamin-

No detours on the way home, at least none we couldn’t fix. J drops the best line he has dropped in forever. We are giving advice to Chris on a woman situation. We are both of the opinion that he should just have sex with her, as this is obviously her goal. J drops, “What is the the worst that could happen? :pause: Well I suppose you could get her pregnant.” Hilarity ensued.

CYA when I CYA, peace!

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I was sick the other day & just laying around watching movies wasn’t doing it for me. A couple days ago I found my old journal entries from the 2000, just after I had graduated from high school. I also pulled out a couple of my hand written journals from the past couple years. The reading was interesting.

A lot of people look at time as a linear time line. One thing builds on another & we keep on successively advancing onward. Others look at time as a circle. Things just keep looping around. I tend to think we are looping & going forward at the same time. Progress is made but we always seem to come back to where we started.

After reading my thoughts at the time, I was surprised to see I had pretty much made a full circle, things are different but the same. Over the past 5 years, my life has taken a path I couldn’t have imagined. Every twist & turn has been like a ride on a roller coaster, eventually bringing me back to where I started. I am a lot smarter & street wise, but my basic goals & what I hope to accomplish on a long term basis have evolved along a path I had wrote about at 18.

I think the greatest difference between me then (& I would even say a year ago) is my self esteem. I used to be way hard on myself. Anything & everything I did was not good enough for my own expectations. To this day, I think a little bit of insecurity is a good thing. It keeps you based & motivated. The insecurity I used to feel made me so incredibly paranoid you would think I was flying the Sesna to Columbia myself.

One thing I think never really escaped, but was covered up, is my optimism. People comment to me at school & work on how I am always smiling & how I always see the positive. Anyone that really knows me has seen my optimism. You can put me in the bleakest position or darkest corner, & I will always see a way out. I never recognized this until people started mentioning it to me. When the chips are on the table, I am all in. A positive outlook is 1 of the main reasons I have been on a hot streak the last year. I don’t think things are going to turn out for me, I know they are. They always seem to.

Here are the goals I wrote at 18. I will warn you my lost of goals is a bit corny, but they show the determination & optimism I talked about earlier (They appear in BOLD).

#1 Goal

* Stay true to myself, my people, & my morals. Never lower my standards & never accept less than what I deem is the best.

Short Term

1) Get into a loving, trusting, caring relationship.

I actually accomplished this at one point so I am going to put a check down for accomplished.

2) Secure good paying, full-time work. I already accomplished the security part at The Swine but I need the ca$h part to come along.

This was during the summer before I was asked to go full time. I was making something like $6.50 an hour, ouch. This was right before I gambled & came to Kaukauna for a new challenge. The cash part did come along. When I decided I was going to try at the grocery game I went from fulltime stocker to 3^rd in charge of a store in 9 months.

3) Two words, Mitsubishi Eclipse. This will bring me to that second level. Dope car status is always good. I need to get on those student loans.

Ok, so I was too specific, but I did end up getting a sweet new car. I love the car.

4) This one is out of my hands but I want my room remodeled.

I mentioned this in a Blog, I actually got this one done last spring.

Long Term

1) Meet the woman of my dreams & fall in love. The woman I fall in love with will be my everything. The one I confide in, the one I trust, my backbone when I am weak, just my world. This one is out of my control but I believe it will happen, probably when I least expect it.

I think you need to fail in 1 unhealthy & one healthy relationship before you can truly succeed in a relationship. I think this is why people date, break up, & date again only to get married. I forget where the hell I read that but I have had both so I hope #3 is lucky #3.

2) Graduate College earning two majors. Those majors would be history & psychology.

So I quit the SNC, went for marketing, & then came back. I am still working at my marketing degree, you would be amazed how many Norbert’s classes cover your tech needs. I should have my marketing degree by December. Yea, fuck you to whoever said I wouldn’t finish it. I did decide to get my history degree but it is broad field social studies & I am now majoring in secondary education. Still earning a double major, I am just not planning on being a shrink.

3) Be successful in my career, whatever it may be. Success in my eyes is positively affecting other people's lives & being considered the best at what I am doing.

This is really idealistic but is the reason I volunteer so much. I just think it is important.

4) Have a kid. Let me expand on this kid thing a little bit. I want to be his friend & someone, when my kid is having troubles, they can come to me & know I am there for them. Someone they can rely on.

Now I want a couple kids. I think it is just important to be a good parent & a good role model rather than just talking the game. People & yes, even kids, can sense sincerity. I don’t think you can give advice while being hypocritical.

5) Build a bomb ass house at least partially designed by myself. We are talking at the very least Victorian Mansion & not limited to a castle. I hope the latter.

Bomb ass? Ok, WTF? I still want a big house someday but I want a huge log cabin over looking a lake. To finance this I am looking at getting into rental properties when I graduate. My goal is 10 duplexes & houses, maybe more, by the time I retire.

6) Leave this world on my terms, not by disease or some long, drawn out process.

This was incredibly ironic considering the Terri Schiavo case currently in the headlines. It is one of things I have always been adamant about. If I am ever incapacitated, let me pass. I would want my wife to life a real life after I am gone rather than change my diapers for 20 years. If you believe in the after life, death is more the reward than something to fear.

A lot of things change but a lot stay the same. I feel a lot now, like I did then. There is the key difference from the time sandwiched in-between. My insecurity was killing me. It was evident in just about every facet of my life. I have the same confidence I had then, but it is different. I am sure of who I am & where I am going. In-between, so much change occurred & I never really had the chance to let it all settle out. Circumstances just had my self confidence way down.

5 years ago, at this time, everything came together. I was extremely optimistic & idealistic. I am that way now. A valuable lesson of have learned in the last year though: I can aim for the ideal, but never expect it. In the past I have unintentionally put so much pressure on those around me to me meet my expectations. It has created more problems for me than everything. This has been the biggest change in my friendships & in will be in my future relationships. It is ok to have expectations, but we are human & they can not be unreal.

The road of life is interesting. I will never say never. It seems the most improbable things, the most far fetched, seem to be the thing that always end up happening to me. That is why I am so excited for what is in front of me. Life is about being true to yourself & those around you. It is also about making mistakes & exploring yourself. I have made enough of these & am ready to apply the lessons learned. Whatever twist life may take, the momentum is there. Drama is only there if you create it. Opportunities are created. Although so much is out of my hands, I feel like it is in my hands. Great things are around the corner.

Life is like playing the lottery, you can play the scratch off & have better odds of winning or play the Powerball & really win. I think everyone around me knows I am playing the Powerball.

CYA when I CYA, peace!

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Democrats have become the party of no. No agenda, No ideas, No clue.”
-Some guy on Fox News, so true-

“A saint among angels”
-Lawyer Gregory Reed on Rosa Parks-

“What do Rocky Balboa and the Eagles have in common? Both are fictional champions from Philadelphia. Patriots 24 Eagles 21”
-Fark.com headline after Super Bowl-

“Our general said, ‘As many people as can will go through the camp, the concentration camp. I don’t want you going back to the States and somebody saying, “Ahh, this never happened, it’s all imagination.” It isn’t.’”
-Ralph Gilson of De Pere, a member of the U.S. 82nd Airborne-

“Not long ago, a young actor I know was doing a gig as a waiter. Faced with a truly obnoxious customer, he finally leaned over the table & said theatrically, “Sir, do you realize that I’m going to be spending time alone with your dinner?”
-Ellen Goodman, Boston Globe-

“I am more of a cliff notes kind of reader.”
-D. Schwa-

“The funny thing is that we'll be out, & people will ask us if we're brothers. I don't know if my milkman was Italian or my mailman was Italian, but I know my father wasn't Italian."
-Tony Stewart on his resemblance to his crew chief-

“Kanye West upset he only won three Grammys out of 10, unaware that people whose music sucks as bad as his aren't really supposed to win any.”
-Fark Headline-

“Don’t judge a book by its cover….But she may be one of those books.”
-Room Raiders-

Some believe in destiny, and some believe in fate
I believe that happiness is something we create
You best belive that I'm not gonna wait
'Cause there's gotta be something more
-Sugarland, Something More-

“You Can Do Anything You Set Your Mind To When You Have Vision, Determination, And An Endless Supply Of Cheap Labor.”
-Achievement Poster-

“Self respect permeates every aspect of your life.”
-Lean On Me-

“What’s that all about? Chains on the doors… I thought you people didn’t like chains?
-Jewish lawyer to Morgan Freeman in Lean On Me-

“So this is a lingerie shoot? I need to supervise. I will continue to interact with the talent & make sure they are comfortable.”
-Marketing Director on American Casino-

“& the answers always waiting at the liquor store. Forty ounces to freedom, so I'll take that walk.”
-Dylan Away message-

"I answered the question honestly and truthfully. I'm not going to lie to children. I'm not going to say I would take a teddy bear or a Bible or something like that.”
-Oscar Goodman, Vegas mayor after told elementary school students that drinking was one of his hobbies and that the one thing he would want if stranded on an island is a bottle of gin.-

"Oh, absolutely not. I love to drink."
-After the same man was asked if he had a drinking problem-

"Obviously, he can't handle any pressure or criticism at all… & he fights like a little girl."
-Robby Gordon, on his pre-race fight-

“The horse that played "Seabiscuit" just died. In other news, the horse that played a boxer in "Million Dollar Baby" recently won the Oscar for Best Actress”
-Fark.com Headline-

“Don’t write your papers the day before, write them 2 days before. Very often what you wrote at 3am after a few beers doesn’t look that good in the morning.”
-Dr. Abel on our 1^st philosophy paper-

“Worst: Life still sucks, and I hate it.”
-Ross-

"My thinking is you would be better off messing up 'Budweiser' than 'Jesus.' "
-Morgan Shepherd, on guest announcer Robin Leach mispronouncing "Jesus," instead using the Spanish version (HAY-soos) when introducing Shepherd's "Racing with Jesus" car during the pre-race lineup.-

I take my daughter to school and tell her to study hard. I tell my daughter not to do drugs. I tell my daughter to respect others. When I'm near my daughter I act that way. When I'm not around her I do all the things I tell her not to do. Children aren't dumb. They can sense when you are genuine. If you want your kid not to do drugs then you have to not do drugs, and various other shit....but at least you try or appear to.
-Brian away message-

"Just go away now & rot in hell."
-Mark Lunsford to the monster that raped & killed his daughter-

"You rock my skull!"
-Dane Cook-

"Get busy living, or get busy dying."
-Shawshank Redemption-

"In southeast Asia we would call this type of things bad karma…"
-The Burbs-

“People are very happy to be born here, live here, die here.”
-Sue Rischette, Hortonville resident-

“1/2 of the people I go to school with are my 1^st or 2^nd cousins.”
-Justin Genke, Hortonville-

“They broke up for religious differences. She thought she was God, he disagreed.”
-Honey I Shrunk the Kids-

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Last night we celebrated Paul’s 30^th birthday party. Nothing really notable happened, but I thought I would drop a few observations about what bad friends myself & Chris are to Jaren, & apparently good friends Chris & Miah are. A few other observations are mixed in. This was the 1^st time, in what felt like in forever, that the whole crew drank together. When you mix a free keg of Bud Light & us, good things are going to happen, well not always. One of us in the group tends to be singled out in a not so positive way.

Once a decent buzz was achieved, the beating on Jaren began. I am not sure when it 1^st occurred, but whenever you put Chris & I together, we beat on Jaren drunk. I don’t get it at all. J is the man, yet we get this wicked demon in our bodies that make us beat his ass. Chris came up with the great idea of giving Jaren a wedgie. He was really struggling to contain the wild beast that a drunken Jaren is. Having participated in the wedgie Jaren received at his cabin, (This was the super wedgie. The elastic on his whities was pulled flat off of his underwear, hilarious.) I felt I had the proper credentials to assist in the operation. I pinned his arms & Chris had this cop hold around the waist. We then invited Paul, the birthday boy, to have the honor of yanking his underwear flush into his ass. Paul accepted the invitation, hilarity ensued. Jaren may have laid down his best quote of all time. With a straight face he said, “You know, this feels like I am wearing a thong.” I had one question, when did Jaren find out what wearing a thong was like? Make you wonder what he was really doing when he got caught digging through Becky’s dresser drawer. :Wink:

During a short ride back to Jaren’s, we hatched a plot to assault Jaren one last time. As soon as Miah buried his Explorer in the snow bank, we hopped out & laid in wait outside Jaren’s door. He emerged from the vehicle with a definite wobble to his gait & Chris sprung 1^st with me in tow. We annihilated him. When he got back up, we went back at it. Look at the pics, they are classic. Like 20 minutes later, J walks out of his bathroom & drops, “Wow, that’s cold!”

Lonnie added a whole different feel to the evening. 1^st she informs us of a coworker having a crotch of fire. I never, ever wanted to know that. Her obsession with crotches of fire continued when she ‘lit’ a cigarette off of J’s fire crotch. I just bury my face in it… we were also introduced to a new porno move called the helicopter. If a had a decent sized penis, & wasn’t fearful of snapping it at the base, I would put it at the top of my sexual ‘to do’ list. With Chris as the dummy, she showed us this move (also exemplified in the pics.). The man goes in doggy style, then spins, doing a full 360 degree turn. This is while still in. I honestly don not think it is possible, & I don’t think I ever actually want to try this one. If you do pull this off & have a witness (or participant) that can corroborate your story, I have $10 for you, seriously.

More thoughts on our pics, you ever notice there ends up being 5 people on our pics? We can party with 30 or 40 people, & it looks like it was 5 of us sitting around laughing ate ach other. We have to be self absorbed narcissists or because we only take pics of ourselves. There were like 15 other people at that party last night & it looks like no one was there.

My last thought has to do with sleeping arrangements at Jaren’s house. I slept on the couch in his family room, Chris & Miah slept in their computer room. Where they slept in that room had me really confused in the morning. The room features a futon, a comfortable sleeping arrangement. I assumed one took the floor, the other the futon. Upon arising in the morning, I found a very different seen. While walking by the room on my way out, blankets in hand, I looked into the room. What I found was shocking. Miah & Chris were in the same bed. Apparently it isn’t gay because Miah was in a sleeping bag. It may not have been gay guys, but it was hilarious, two of the bulkiest guys I know, huddled in a bed together. Hot….

Here is the pic link.

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I was starting to write about what dicks small town cops are, but instead decided to focus on why I like DePere cops. The following are a couple of stories about the DPPD to show why I love DP cops. As much shit as I give Chris, I think everyone knows he will actually be one of the good ones. I can see him being like this…

Dragging

A few months ago, I rolled up next to a cop at a stop light in west DePere. I looked over at him & he gave me a chin nod & a grin. Ok, nice enough guy, so for whatever reason I rev my engine & jump ahead a bit. I then look over, throw a grin & wink. What does dude do? He revs the fucking cop car & jerks a little ahead of me. He then looks over at me, throws a smile & winks. I don’t know of I have ever laughed so hard in my life in a car.

Paintballing

Back in fall of 2000, I was a punk kid who worked a lot of hours & had no bills. I got it in my head that I needed a paint ball gun & went down to the hobby store & picked one up. This just happened to coincide with DePere High School’s homecoming (after the homecoming of 2000, the event was banned in DePere. My class was bad. The class of 2K1 was determined to be worse. They were & got it banned.). I brought my gun down to the local PW to show the guys my new purchase. After flashing my heat, I threw it under my passenger side mat & headed back home (My house is a straight ½ mile shot from the DP Pig.). 2 blocks away from the store I had a cop on my ass, shit. I wasn’t speeding so my mind began to wander. Was a taillight out? Did I hit something & not realize it. A few minutes ticked by & 1 cop quickly became 4 squads. Ok, WTF did I do?

I heard the door open &, in my mirror, I could see a shadowy figure from behind the squad’s spotlight. What came next caught me a little, ok, a ton off guard. “Get out of the car with your hands up!” OK, really, WTF did I do? I got out of my car, arms raised sky high, & peeked behind me. 3 cops had guns drawn on me! You ever want to shit your pants, have 3 trigger happy cops with guns pointed at your fucking head behind you.

I was then forced to lay on the ground & patted down. They then asked if I had any weapons in the car. “Just a paint ball gun sir.” Wrong answer. Dude fucking flipped on me. “You could have been shot. I would have shot your ass had I come up on your car & seen that gun!”

In the process, they had run my license. OK, so I never went down to renew on my 18^th B-day. So now they have me for gun possession (apparently paintball guns in virtual high school war zones can be considered a weapon. Who would have thought?) & driving without a license. Dude makes it very apparent I am in deep ass shit. His speech was lost though.

One cop comes up behind me & says, “Don’t worry, your record is clean. We are letting you off.” Good & bad move on his part. Good because the log stayed out of my pants, bad because it gave me a license to be cocky. The short, stocky cops started reaming my ass again. This time I started popping off one liners. I was agitating the angry cop but the other 5 behind him were laughing their asses off. I was definitely funny, just at a bit inopportune time.

In the process of him freaking out again, he explained I was getting off but I was very lucky. I thank him & went for the hand shake (I was big on that even then.). Dude fucking stiffs me! The other 5 shook my hand & one even patted me on the back & thanked me for my comic relief on a tough night.

Now for a few lessons learned. 1) Don’t carry around a paint ball gun under your floor mat. 2) Don’t mouth off to the short angry cop. 3) If you are going to do something stupid, do it in DePere. Had this been Kaukauna, the only thing I would have walked away would be baton prints all over my body.

Anyway…. See ya when I see ya…. Peace!

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I get home from work today & check my eMail as I do everyday. Today was different though, the administration at SNC dropped the student body a gem of an eMail. It seems as though vandalism, among other things, has been a problem on the SNC campus in the past during observance of St. Patrick’s Day. The eMail appears in bold, my comments in italics.

The following is a statement that has been made by the Student Government Association regarding our stance on March 17, 2005. If you have any questions or concerns about this statement please direct them to any executive board member of SGA or jennifer.bitar@snc.edu.

So if you decide you don’t like what we have to say today, you can drop us an eMail that we will either (a) be caught by a junk mail detector & erased or (b) be promptly deleted because you really don’t give a shit about any opinion but your own.

St. Norbert College Student Government Association Resolution endorsing College efforts to curb the presence of disruptive drinking on March 17, 2005.

So I 1^st get this & am like, “March 17^th, 2005? Disruptive drinking? :Scratching head: Ahhhhhhhh… St. Patrick’s Day! What would be defined as ‘disruptive drinking, vomiting all over your friend’s front step & passing out on his kitchen counter? Yes? OK, clear now.”

WHEREAS, the mission statement of the college, in part, claims, “St. Norbert College is a Catholic, liberal arts college embracing the Norbertine tradition of community and is committed to providing an educational environment that is intellectually, spiritually & personally challenging;

Funny, the mission statement doesn’t mention abstaining from molesting children. I guess that’s why that Norbertine priest was convicted of fondling children in the Abbey pool. I guess wasn’t in the rules, I see why you are trying to clarify things for us.

WHEREAS, the Assembly of the Student Government Association is the official student governing body of St. Norbert College;

So does the “official student governing body of St. Norbert College” actually mean anything? Didn’t think so. I thought maybe, for a second, the people who were spending $30,000 a year to go to the school actually had a say in something that went on around campus.

WHEREAS, the mission statement of the college has been challenged in past years in when March 17 has fallen on an academic date

You mean kids were getting fucked up on St. Patty’s Day & behaving badly? No, No, Noooooooooo! I am not buying that. People would consume too much alcohol on a day built around drinking too much? What are you going to try to pass by me next, men beat their wives after a Packer loss?

WHEREAS, the Assembly of the Student Government Association acknowledges that inappropriate behavior on the part of some students on March 17, 2005 may once again provide cause for concern

OK, so you think we are going to fuck up again, understandable.

WHEREAS, establishments serving alcohol in areas contiguous to the college are providing deals that may encourage further drinking on March, 2005; &

You mean in a free market society, bars owners might try to capitalize on a drinking holiday? I guess that makes sense & I will thank you for advertising for them. By the way, did you say ‘deal’, ‘encourage’, & ‘drinking’ in the same sentence? I may believe in love again, can I get your number?

WHEREAS, the Student Government Association feels it is important to uphold the academic integrity of the college, and the mission statement of the college;

So YOU feel the policies YOU wrote are valid. I’m surprised by that.

& WHEREAS, the Assembly of the Student Government Association acknowledges that students, as well as faculty, have a vested in promoting a sound academic atmosphere;

How many fucking times are you going to drop ‘whereas’ to begin a fucking sentence? Really, I drop that in one of my fucking papers, I fail.

THEREFORE, BE IT RESOLVED, in order to maintain the academic integrity of St. Norbert College on March 17, 2005, the Assembly of the Student Association expresses its support for the administration’s desire to maintain said integrity;

So the government, & I use that terms lightly, that YOU appointed supports what YOU said. You are selling me on this idea, really, you are.

BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, the Assembly of the Student Government supports the efforts and the intentions of all St. Norbert College employees in their quest to ultimately promoting a more academically sound environment for students of the college; &

Dido

BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, the Assembly of the Student Government Association also acknowledges that students, as well as faculty, have a vested responsibility in promoting a sound academic atmosphere. Accordingly, we ask that students seek to act in a responsible manner, congruent with how they would act responsibly on any other academic day.

We should act like we do any other day... So you want us to masturbate, watch TV, & maybe make it to a class? That gets kind of old, as fun as it is, after 15 weeks of the same old same old. Can’t we get drunk, ruin some shit, & attempt to hook up one week day out of the semster?

BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, the Assembly of the Student Government Association asks that students act in a responsible manner on March 17, 2005, as they would on any other academic day.

So you sent me this long ass eMail just to talk down to me, reminiscent of my parents? Let me save you some time for next St. Patrick’s Day.

“Guys, we understand there are great deals on liquor March 17^th you plan to indulge in. We also understand despite any warning we may give you, you are going to fuck up. A little FYI, don’t bust anybody’s shit in the process. Oh yea, use a rubber.”

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I think the hardest part of a breakup is the loss of a friendship. Sure, there are people who remain friends after breakups, but not many. If you do retain the friendship, undoubtedly its dynamics have been altered significantly.

When I get in relationships, generally I take things very slowly. I have been asked why I always end up in long term relationships. The answer is that I actually take the time to develop a friendship, a real relationship. You build something right; you are going to reap the rewards. I firmly believe in that.

With a notable exception, I always end up being very tight with the whole family. I was reminded of this past weekend when I ran into an ex’s grandma. Having not seen her forever, I was amazed at how comfortable & long the conversation was. She, in many ways, talked as if I was still part of the family. She even talked about having another conversation with her other grandma about me that very day (& to believe any of you guys ever doubted my staying power.). I think that goes to show why I will always get interest from exes. Family & building an actual relationship are & always will be important to me. Outside a few people I chill with, I have found this is rare.

It used to be when I broke up with someone, we ended up being really good friends after it. Truth being told, I hated the system. Inevitably someone ends up wanting someone & the situation got uncomfortable. So, for a couple years, I wouldn’t speak to an ex after a breakup. I avoided it at all costs. I broke this rule once, & we started dating again within hours. It seemed to justify my previous reasoning.

I attributed this occurrence to this weird phenomenon. When I date, I tread this thin line between listening & giving advice. (Usually I lean towards to much advice. Definite issue I plan to address in my next relationship.) Chicks hate it, & is partially the reason I avoid giving advice now. But, once the relationship is over, they appreciate the advice. This has happened several times, that’s why I am comfortable saying it. It isn’t even the fact that I tell them what they want to hear. God knows I am rarely guilty of that. It’s the fact that my honesty shines through &, believe it or not, I have some relatively decent insight into the world.

Why is it that things happen so quickly in love? They always seem to? When you are comfortable with some (or desperate, but we'll stay positive), everything blossoms so quickly. My example, the aforementioned girlfriend. We “hated” each other one day, back together the next. What is weird is that it my have actually worked had we actually addressed the problems we had the 1^st time we dated. It just took one of us being honest with the other. The same thing goes for breakups. Here is my shining example. 2 weeks before a breakup, a girlfriend sent me a letter with these contents (& I quote.). “I can’t live without you and you mean so much to me it is hard to even express. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know how I would be coping with things that have happened in my life. You are always there for me and you are my strength, thank you so much. I just want you to be by my side. No matter what I love you and wish you were here. I adore you so much, you are my knight in shining armor. I will love you always and forever!” That was literally 2 weeks before we broke up & from someone that tried, but found it hard, to put her feelings into words so one can assuje they were from the heart. That one mistifies me until this day. It just goes to show either how quickly women change, or how well they can hide emotions under the rug when things get tough.

This is already turning into a rant. I guess the moral of this installment dating Blog is that dating creates great friendships & ruins them. Also, I have a great policy for you. Don’t make the move on an ex, no matter how hard they try to get your attention, without them making the 1^st move. If she has the balls, then you can grow them, otherwise hold. That’s the way I roll. My next dating Blog is my relationships & their relation to the Newlyweds show… eagerly anticpate.

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I guess this is Blog hour. 3 posts in an hour means I am not studying my psych nearly enough. So the other day I heard a speech by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce Indians. I have heard it a few times & its beauty never escapes me. Everyone knows the Indians had their asses handed to them (With the exception of them laying the wood to General Custer at Little Big Horn.) & a few casinos aren’t going to make up for it. This speech pretty much signaled the end of all the Indian Wars & his words sum up the collective experience of the Indians. The final line is one of the most famous in American history.

Tell General Howard I know his Heart. What He told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting, Looking Glass is dead. too-Hul-hul-sote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are--perhpas freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever.

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So here’s the thing, I have been joking about writing a book on dating. I think I really will write it one day, but for now I thought I would release my Blog on dating in sections. By now the people that read my Blog regularly realize that there are 2 things I refuse to discus at length in them or with anyone: 1.) Who I am dating now. 2.) Intimate details of past relationships. There are a few reasons for this but the main being there is no reason to rip pen old wounds and never burn bridges you may want to cross again. These Blogs may change that because I have way too many relationship stories not to tell. Our book is tentatively titled Dustin’s Guide To Dating: Coke or Women. I know, has a ring to it. I have always had a way with words. I thought I was onto something when all the kids that work with us started buying into my dating secrets. They actually work. Anyway, I wrote this long ass Blog on dating & every time I went to post it, I found 5 more things to add. What I was left with was a 14 page word document & I hadn’t even scratched the surface. I wrote the following part after I had a psych class on the age old nature versus nurture question. Most of these start on topic & swerve into a rant off topic. I will preface these by saying don’t read really deep into what I am saying because although there is always truth to my sarcasm, these Dating Blogs are definitely some of my better material if I don’t decide to pull some stuff out. I think you will enjoy. This may be the series that never ends; it goes on & on my friend.

A lot of our temperament & those sort of things are set at a young age but the next biggest factor in who you are is who you hang out with. That’s why I tend to role with a small crew. I trust everyone I hang out with, I assume they trust me. Very often the health of a relationship is based on your mental condition when you enter it. If you or the other person are needy or just plain crazy, generally you will end up in a screwed up relationship. A relationship has to be 50/50, has to be. I love when I see people hook up & one person is so obviously fucked up & the other person doesn’t see it. It is like a fucking train wreck. Nobody wants to see it, but they want to see it. Here are some good warning signs. If your person of interest is a huge drinker, smoker, on any drugs, is a gambler, or has a more than normal love of guns, steer clear. Trust my ass on this one. The problem is they may seem normal at 1^st, it eventually comes out. You can ride the train as long as you want but eventually the shit is coming off the tracks. If you're around fucked up shit too long, it eventually is going to catch up with you.

One of my favorite quotes from a movie has to be Van Wilder’s, “1^st dates are interviews.” It is so true. I, at all cost, avoid alcohol on 1^st dates. Believe it or not, it will affect decision making. That’s how you get your self in a mess. I don’t care who you are, interest from anyone is like crack. If you aren’t careful you are going to get stuck. Mix in vulnerability & you are really fucked. (They are ampuatating your arm because the pussed up mess that used to be your vein won't heal.) People ask me why I am single still. I will tell you why. I, for the most part, am a very good judge of character. My hunches are usually right ass on. I really treat dates like interviews. I lace a little bit of charm & just ask a ton of questions. You really get to know someone (plus the woman may actually think you are interested in someone other than yourself or something other than getting ass.). If any red flags are raised, it is usually time to abort. Pull out the clothes hanger & follow the manuel.

A professor last semester, after reading a few of my papers, said I had a relationship maturity of a 35 year old. I look at relationships in an adult way. (This theme will be revisited in another Blog.) I am young, looking for someone to have a great time with. If something comes from that, awesome. But here is the thing. Look at things beyond whether you are getting fucked that night. You really think if your significant other wants to say, pick up garbage for a living, & you want to go to college & become something, things are really going to work? I look so much at how much responsibility someone has. Ladies, if dude is mooching off mom & dad at 20 still, you think there may be a problem? Daddy is still making Jr.’s car payment? WTF, grow the shit up. A lot of people think you just grow up one day, it happens over time. The thing is, some people never get it though, actually the majority of people. For many, life is about being a puppet. It may make you friends but good luck sleeping at night. I used to think being mature was about being serious & only responsibility. It took a lot of fun out of life. It is how you look at life & situations & how you react to them. I party more than ever now, have more fun than ever, but accomplish more than ever. It is all about attitude. To summarize, if your goal is to life in Kaukauna your whole life, struggling to hit end’s meet every month, date a douche bag from Kaukauna that say, stuffs dead animals for a living. Or even better, a 25 year old that has 2 goals in life, drink beer & manage grocery stores…. If you want bigger things than what everyone else has, date someone with some goals. You are not going to change someone unless they want to change.

I guess what I am trying to say here is make sure you start your relationships on the right foundation. Make sure you are picking people that don’t have closets full of shit to hide. Otherwise, you could find yourself defending the very thing only a fool would defend. Trust me here, if they treat you like shit 3 months in, they are going to 5 years in. I am not talking about disagreements or the random bad moods, that shit happens. I am talking about those arrogant fucks that think they can play the shit out of everyone & everything. Life eventually catches up, I can guarantee you that. You get what you put in.

Everyone makes mistakes in dating, it is about admitting them & learning from them. The wise man makes mistakes & learns from them, the dumb ass makes mistake after mistake.

See ya when I see ya, peace!

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Weird weekend for sure. I was bad Friday for the 1^st time in forever, made for a weird day among other things. Then the crew rolled out to Nick’s house. The group had a decidedly different dynamic than it normally does. Good time was had. It is rare Cole is good enough to role out from the bedroom he lives in 24/7 & he left a definite stamp on the night. My favorite quote, “If they gave us 3 swords, :pointing to J & I: we would take back the empire!” Ummm, Cole, WTF random? Could the guy be a more obnoxious drunk? Anyway, finally tried Bud Select, there is absolutely no after taste. I will give it credit, but it still doesn’t come close to supplanting regular Budweiser. I can see it being a great chaser beer though. Ended somehow driving to Appleton to Mike’s at 3 in the morn & then home.

Saturday I slept until 3 in the afternoon healing my body enough to roll out for Miah’s birthday celebration. Let me say, it is rare you get large quantity of Pig people out together. But, when they are all out together, it is a weird mix. There is just this weird phenomenon where everyone just loves on each other. How else would I ever get along with Miah, or Chris for that matter? J You get to see sides of your elder co-workers you never get to see, entertaining.

Saturday night we 1^st hit Bachelor’s. For my DP people reading this, Bachelor’s is one of 3 must see places in Kaukauna, WI. (Tommy G’s & Richard’s Supper Club being the other 2.) This was actually my 1^st venture into Bachelor’s. One thing that always amazes any Pig employee is your near celebrity recognition value anytime you are out drinking. It is simply amazing. I walked into the joint & literally 2 seconds later my arm was grabbed by Pig super customer Sue Vandeyacht. Sue is awesome & after a brief conversation & I was given direction to my people. Connections always pay off, don’t forget that. As we began to drink, I was also taken back by a another phenomenon that I couldn’t believe. The amount of MILF’s in K-town is incredible. I don’t know if they crawl from under rocks or they are just relieved of their vacuuming duties for the weekend, but the numbers of just pure good looking moms was incredible.

After a while we took off to, I hope I am right on the name, the Playing Field. It held a very different crowd than the previous bar. I have never seen an entire bar stare down a group so obviously & deliberately. 80’s rock, now 20 years behind us, blared throughout the joint we resumed drinking. The stares were those of jealousy, jealous that we would not be spending our lives in the local mill. The tension subsided. Soon our songs began to pulse. A Schwa pick of N’Sync was validated as Carrie began to bust a move, very hot. Player tip, its not the music you like, it is the music the women like you want to be playing, take notes.

I know, I know, this Blog kind of sucks. I am not feeling it today, just don’t have the juice in me. I’ll bring this to a slow, painful end. My few lessons learned from the weekend. I am going to start building the excitement already. July 16^th is more than just our little Jaren’s 21^st, it reunites our entire drinking crew once again. It just isn’t the same without Jaren out to drink with us, I’ll be honest. We have way too much partying to do between now & then, but his B-Day is going to top anything we have done before. Secondly, why is it that as soon as ugly chicks get a few drinks in them, they try getting you to tell them they are beautiful? You guys know what I am talking about, it happened to us all Saturday. Here’s the deal, I am picky, very picky when it comes to dating. 1, 2 or 20 beers are not going to get me to slumpbust on some nasty broad. It is not going to happen. To be honest, if one of my friends tries it, I am pulling a Captain America & laying the huge cock block on him. To quote Clarence, “There is no enough liquor on the face of the earth honey.” They’ll thank me in the morning.

Anyway, I would like to finish this Blog by thanking Carrie & her husband for their great hospitality in letting us crash at their place. Sloppy Joes have never tasted better at 3 in the morning. Awesome weekend, we’ll rack them again & play next weekend. Working on a dating Blog, may even be out tonight so as I lay here in my stripped white tube socks, I’ll leave you with “See ya when I see ya! Peace.”

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