Monday Shuffle

So, I got an iPod Classic, with 80GB of space, or room for nearly my entire iTunes library at the time. That way, when I put it on shuffle there was a chance I would hear nearly every song I owned, eventually. But of course, being the music fanatic that I am, my iTunes library continued to grow, and I was forced to pick and choose what I would have on my iPod at any given time. But the shuffle function remained my favorite one on that iPod, and is still my favorite one today. A friend of mine liked to play this game where she would put her iPod on shuffle and list the first 18 songs that came up. They were always 18 of the wildest songs you could imagine, and usually crossed genres as well. So, I decided I would play along using my blog to list them. Here goes. Putting my Classic on shuffle…again…

1. Bad Girl – Madonna

“Bad girl, drunk by six. Kissing someone else’s lips. Smoked too many cigarettes today. I’m not happy when I act this way.” This video is dynamic, almost a little movie in its own right, with Christopher Walken doing a cameo in it. I remember watching it nearly every morning on VH1 during homeroom.

2. The Dynamo of Volition (Live) – Jason Mraz

You haven’t heard Jason Mraz until you’ve heard him live. Continue reading “Monday Shuffle”

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All That Junk

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Um, yeah.

I admit it; I’m a pack rat. Eek. I’m that guy who would be classified as a hoarder if he had a little less space and a little more junk. I have just enough junk that I can hide it away when company comes, but too much junk to keep it hidden for long, and that’s because it keeps growing. Don’t get me wrong, I am not one of those people who buys a ton of junk just because it’s on sale and then it sits around collecting dust. I have no idea where those people came from or how to get rid of them. I’m one of those people who collects things that are worth the time and energy.

For example, I collect:

** Concert ticket stubs

** Stickers from the Disney DVD Club

** Books

** Letters people have sent me from way back Continue reading “All That Junk”

Breaking Down Walls

“Sometimes you put up walls, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”

We all put up walls, whether or not we realize it. Perhaps it’s in a new situation where we know we’re going to be judged by others, or maybe it’s because we don’t want to be seen as vulnerable. Other times we put up those walls to protect ourselves from the harsh nature of the world, or because we’re just afraid. Fear is the biggest reason we put up walls: fear of the unknown, fear of rejection, fear of change, and ultimately even fear of ourselves. We think that if other people saw us for who we really are, not only would it expose us to them, but if they reject us, they’re rejecting US, not just some facade we put up that we felt would be acceptable.

From the time I was very little I learned how to put up walls. First, it had to do with my family and the fact that everyone judged us from the moment we woke up to the moment we went to bed, and maybe even into the night, but I didn’t know about it because I was sleeping. The reasons were many. Continue reading “Breaking Down Walls”

Friday Top 5: Myths About Women

5. Women are poor drivers.

Sure, you probably know a woman or two who has a lead foot when it comes to driving, who thinks of speed limits as suggestions rather than hard and fast rules. And you know you have a death grip on the door or on your seat the entire time you’re in the car, especially when she takes curves at 95 mph. In fact, any time you’re forced to take a ride with her, you always strongly hype your vehicle as the car to take just so you can drive instead of her. Then she laughs at you and calls you a wimp for going 70 in a 65. But, odds are that you also know guys who are just like that too, and women who would make your grandma look like a race car driver too.

4. Women are emotionally weaker than men.

Just because many women are in touch with their emotions or wear their emotions on their sleeves does not make them weaker. Continue reading “Friday Top 5: Myths About Women”

Nocturnal

What up all night should look like.

I should honestly be asleep right now, considering I was up until 5:30 this morning, and the time is now only 9:13, but I can’t seem to close my eyes. Every time I shut them there’s this blinding light on the other side of my lids that forces them open again, even though they’re bloodshot and I feel like a mack truck has run me over. Wow, what a difference sixteen years makes.

Sixteen years ago I was spending most nights out on the town with people I fondly called friends, doing things I generally wouldn’t remember in the mornings. That’s the glory of the “young” phase of life, when night is just an excuse to take off your sunglasses, and when the bartender at the local nightclub knows your name. Every night was an adventure, and every morning I got up ready to go, and none the worse for wear. And the best thing about it is that I had no thoughts whatsoever regarding the future. It was this far off place I might visit someday, but I would never have to worry about living in it.

But, you know, while sixteen years is a long time (especially in dog years), it somehow went by ridiculously fast when life was happening all around me. Then, one morning, sixteen years later after an all-nighter, I tossed and turned in a bed that should have welcomed me, with red eyes, and a bathroom mirror that told me I should audition for the part of an extra in The Walking Dead. When the only thing I want to do is sleep, and it seems to be the only thing I can’t do.

So, I’m up, watching episodes of The Michael J. Fox Show, which is seriously funny, by the way, drinking coffee, remembering how things were sixteen years ago, and knowing that I’ll probably crash around 4 o’clock this afternoon when I won’t have the luxury of actually crashing. But that’s okay because eventually I’ll get back to normal, and until then I’ll treat this like some Twilight Zone episode. I’m delirious enough for it.

Sam

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