WWSCD???

do you ever find yourself in a difficult situation such as a bomb in ur car that you have thirty seconds to defuse? I often find myself in these tough situations and I've learned to deal with them by using my new motto WWSCD, or what would Sean Connery do? I was pondering this thought while teetering, on a board weighted cleverly on the other end with sand that as I a approached, lightened, over a tankful of sharks this morning and thought I would share it with you after lunch.

The struggle to be motivated to struggle

Life is a constant, it's the same for everyone. your born, you suffer, and you die. There doesn't seem to be much else to life when you look through that looking glass. How do you look at it? is it a constant complaint or is there more to life sickness and death. How many of us can honestly say we've enjoyed every second of life? Now consider how many minutes you've wasted on your knees staring up at the sky looking for signs of the one you pray to in a vain attempt to convince yourself that you're so important that he will change his plans for you. When is the last time you walked through the rain just to feel nature grab hold of you and seep into your soul? Now when was the last time you complained about the rain? see what I mean we just accept that things should be handed to us. But they almost never are, so why do we expect it? I sit, every day, in the RPAC watching people walk by as I do my work and studying and I've found that no one notices anyone else. The majority of people are on their own agenda that shouldn't dare be interrupted by others.
I bring all this up because all to often I feel all of these emotions and cannot get past them. They always lead to a bout of demotivation, nothing seems worth doing and nothing seems worth my time or effort. Somewhere in my haze I find motivation in the betterment of myself and vow never to let it go again. Right now I'm on the up swing and this current of motivation that is running through me at the present has lasted longer than usual. I think I've finally found myself. After my last break up, which still burns to think about, I told my self I was going to be the best man any woman could ever want. I got back in the weight room, I started running again, I picked up my love for learning languages all over again and laid out a life plan for myself. But this is the most difficult thing I've ever done. getting up sometime before 6 am everyday, to go on a run is difficult, finding some way to engage all my muscles every other day is more difficult and keeping my self on my path is the most difficult. You have to know when to hold up the fort walls and when to retreat. So far I stood my post as I was told, go to school, get good grades, go to college, get a job. Well I want to be wealthy, and that's not the path to wealthy, nor is it the path to brilliant, or fit.
What is the difference between cocky and confident? hopefully I'm walking it well enough. But inside I know I'm capable of achieving all of the things I want out of this life. My goals, some extravagant, some modest, some understandable, are many (see my list of things to do before I die on FB in my notes) and in my mind attainable. But my struggle is a long on and I need support, but finding the right system of support is difficult. I decided I was going to write this post last night when I couldn't see the stars. I find solace in the stars, although far away, there was a air of guidance in the summer sky. The consetellations resting over me as observers, or protectors, or just mindful creators. My stars, lay in Orion (the hunter). He was the first constellation I could find consistantly, and is the most recognizable for me as seen above.

In my mind...

So I got bored today and thought I'd express some views about girls. So its come to my attention that girls don't need men anymore, boys we're obsolete. Anything that men can contribute to society and humanity can be artificially reproduced or its been stored and frozen so when we die off the ladies can still procreate. the things a woman needs she can find in other women or in a store or in a magazine. I'm just finding that girls are more willing to blow off a guy than even in high school. There was a time when a good looking dude such as myself at least got lunch or could end up friends with a girl if he was daring enough to say hello. More and more the girls are assuming that we guys want a relationship, and the knee jerk reaction is to stop responding to calls, txts, and FB, messages. can't we meet somewhere other than at a party wasted beyond belief and just be friends w/o being confined to friendship?
that's the other thing that bothers me about all of this. the lady always wants to label it as soon as we meet. College is all about finding yourself and exploring the world you live in. here's a tip; just see where life leads you. don't be to quick to jump in and out of situations. Grab the wind and ride the breeze. the best ways to get to know someone are to date them. but a date doesn't have to be more than that. go out have a good time and see where your connection takes you. whether it be friends or something more let it happen. Think of all the people you pass up by saying, "oh, well I can't because I like someone" or "only as friends". Don't label life...its a long slope that can go two ways. fight it, trip fall and roll all the way down, ride it, and make the leap at the end landing on the backramp to cheers of your supporters. When a guy asks for your number give it to him, your real one, and send him something back, go bowling and see how it feels. go out dancing with some new people. wouldn't be easier if you had more to choose from?

In the morning I'm makin' waffles

I love Waffle House. This Particular Waffle House was chosen as the the dirtiest one in the country. But they have other problems to deal with at the 161 waffle house such as drug busts and criminals coming through looking for refuge. When I learned this information I decided to stop going to this Waffle House lucky around the time I made this decision there was a new one built at Polaris.
Waffle House doesn't just represent food for me it represents a whole meal, breakfast. whenever my friends and I have an unexpected day off we gather for a late breakfast at Waffle House. When my family needs to pick up breakfast on the road, we stop at Waffle House. A good greasy home-style breakfast is my gift to my self for getting started each day on a yogurt or a bagel as I do most days of the week. The small diner setting makes you feel like it was built just for you and your buds. It's where my friends go when we want breakfast for dinner. Even though me and my friends have only been around since the late 80's at most we're very aware that the restaurant's decor is straight out of the 70's and that makes it feel like its been around forever. From the brown, cracking, fake leather seats to the globular lights hanging from the ceiling walking into a Waffle House is taking a step back in time. The dirty floor and sticky tables and place mats add to a grungy air the place has. "it makes you feel like you might catch something if we stay here too long" observed one of my friends, but none the less we're drawn in for the grits bacon toast sausage and of course the waffles. Once you bite into the food you forget about the tacky framed newspapers on the walls and the lame reoccurring yellow and black theme, and the WH has regained its luster from when it was first opened.
WH always has this strange way of making you feel so much hungrier than you actually are. Consequently you order way more food than you can eat, but its all good because it was cheap anyways. But as you near the end of your food journey and your eyes glaze over and the yellow tint of the room begins to claim your consciousness you realize that you've never been so happy or so stuffed in your life. WH is a place that has offered my family, friends and I some of the old fashioned things that make you feel good. This comfort food as they call it, is a wonderful conversation setting or a nice refuge from everyday stress. However, all of the people who engage in Waffle House understand the risks involved and these acts should not be recreated by anyone who has a weak or small stomach.

I'm in my fridge....everybody take a look cause i'm searchin for food

I wanna know what you think...What's my fridge saying to you?
Everyone who has been in my house has noticed the cookies, well cookie dough. I have quite the surplus from my holiday excursions, however I do love cookies so it would be a fair assumption. what you don't see in the picture is more juice, I have roughly 8 cartons of juice because it's all I drink. When I ran track in high school the first thing i cut out of my diet was pop. soda and carbonation are like the worst things an athlete can put into his body, it dehydrates you and blocks blood cells from absorbing oxygen. Drinkers would notice more fatigue when trying to perform. track was my life for four years, it'll be weird to do nothing in the spring. the rest of the contents of my fridge are mostly leftover meals so that i can eat w/o going too far.

So what do you think? do you wanna be facebook friends? or are you a cookie hater? A couple of things you may pick up from the outside of my fridge...I listen to country music, I have a country play-list written up and posted on my fridge. I also have a grocery list from forever ago which would suggest I'm a procrastinator, or broke, I am both unfortunately. you would have to venture beyond the kitchen to learn much more about me. you'll probably figure out that I'm a bit messy but i assure you I'm an adaptive slob. I imitate the actions of those I live with, my previous roommate was sloppy so currently I am too. in clean living conditions I am very neat. You may also notice the focus on the front of the living room where i spend most of my time. i watch a little TV or play some video games before bed most nights. only an hour or two then off to bed. once @ my bed side all your thoughts about me would change....but I'll save all of that for the video post I'll be making later tonight.

Pepsi, it makes ya feel good. (tester post)

Despite most people's common sense and all the doctors telling you that cola errodes metal, and your insides, Pepsi and Coke are goning to drill it in to you absorbent mind that you feel good when you drink thier products. Personally i've never felt good after a coke or pepsi but if jimmy fallon feels it it must be the norm.