My Week With Marilyn was such an interesting movie.
The movie portrays Marilyn as a carefree young lady, living life in the moment and living spontaneously. The movie is all about a young man, Colin Clark, who documented his week spent working with Marilyn on a film. Clark was drawn in by Monroe's beauty and high class. He saw a side of Marilyn that nobody else seemed to be able to see, not even her then husband, writer, Arthur Miller. Colin falls hard for Marilyn after being warned by her agent that she would just break his heart. He spends a good bit of time with her and begins to feel she has the same feelings for him that he has for her. When Arthur Miller returns to the filming Monroe tells Colin that the two can no longer go on as they had.
Colin feels torn apart and says that they mustn't even look at each other anymore. Marilyn looks like she doesn't realize how badly she hurt Colin and the two go on basically as strangers until the filming is over. Marilyn has to return to the states after filming is over and she drops by to see Colin one last time. She kisses him goodbye and Colin seems to feel some closure.
That synopsis is a very weak one, but it touches on the parts that hit me the most.
Marilyn Monroe was such a unique figure. She was watched by millions, adored by the world, and idolized by girls everywhere, yet she never seemed to find true love. She died at the age of thirty-six from an apparent overdose and in those thirty-six years she was married and divorced three times. The woman had so much in front of her and had already accomplished so much, but she seemed so lost in her fame. She had the body that fit her age and a mind that was so underdeveloped. She had been around the world and still couldn't find herself. In the movie she has an acting coach who's only job is seemingly to praise Marilyn. The coach tells Marilyn she was the most beautiful, most talented actress in the world. Monroe dwelled on other people's opinions of her, but she hated anything negative being said.
In a way she's a lot like some high school age girls. She has love all around her, but she can't love herself and that leads to her demise. She is the epitome of a woman who needs to be needed and loves to be loved. I feel like she loved the idea of love more then she actually understood it and knew what it was.
She had many love affairs in addition to her marriages and if the Colin Clark story is true it's a great one. Colin loved that week with Marilyn and I think he understood that the two couldn't be together. She was from a totally different set of standards and a totally different world. He accepted that and was able to live for the moment and love the little bit of time he had with her.
He took a chance, let everything else go, and in turn he was granted a week he'd never forget. It all starts with a chance, and with one kiss. From there, all bets were off.
NP: You Stepped Out Of A Dream- Nat King Cole
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thanks
This is just to thank those of you who wished me a happy birthday. All of you who did so, thank you. Those who wished me well on Twitter I thank you too. The people I really want to thank are the ones who texted me it or in the case of one person, called me to wish me a happy birthday.
My birthday started off last night with Ty, Dave, Draino, Schweins, Z Graz, and Josh Kolarac. Thank you to you boys for giving me some laughs in the waxing hours of my birthday.
From there I went to baseball practice so I owe a thank you to all the boys there who wished me a happy birthday. Practice was good and I did a lot more running then I thought I would when I first woke up.
After practice I came home and napped before work. At work the waiters and waitresses found out it was my birthday and congratulated me and Jess, my manager, told me that I could go home whenever I wanted. I stayed until 7:40 and headed home. Once home I got ready and was back at it with Amanda, Ty, Jared, and Ashley. We went down to Bridgeville and got frozen yogurt and headed back to Jared's for a while.
I got home from Jared's around 11 and went right back out, this time to Ashley's. We watched My Week With Marilyn which ended up being extremely fascinating. We sat around and talked for a while after that before I departed. I got home, did some bathroom cleaning and here I am.
My day might not seem like such an exciting one, but it suited me just fine. I played, I worked, I laughed, and I listened. An all around good day and a great way to spend my birthday.
This list is those who texted me Happy Birthday. In order from earliest received to latest.
My birthday started off last night with Ty, Dave, Draino, Schweins, Z Graz, and Josh Kolarac. Thank you to you boys for giving me some laughs in the waxing hours of my birthday.
From there I went to baseball practice so I owe a thank you to all the boys there who wished me a happy birthday. Practice was good and I did a lot more running then I thought I would when I first woke up.
After practice I came home and napped before work. At work the waiters and waitresses found out it was my birthday and congratulated me and Jess, my manager, told me that I could go home whenever I wanted. I stayed until 7:40 and headed home. Once home I got ready and was back at it with Amanda, Ty, Jared, and Ashley. We went down to Bridgeville and got frozen yogurt and headed back to Jared's for a while.
I got home from Jared's around 11 and went right back out, this time to Ashley's. We watched My Week With Marilyn which ended up being extremely fascinating. We sat around and talked for a while after that before I departed. I got home, did some bathroom cleaning and here I am.
My day might not seem like such an exciting one, but it suited me just fine. I played, I worked, I laughed, and I listened. An all around good day and a great way to spend my birthday.
This list is those who texted me Happy Birthday. In order from earliest received to latest.
- Simon
- Ashley
- Morgan
- Jaclyn
- Amanda
- Erin
- Mom
- Maura
- Mara
- Jen
- Kendall
- Jordan
- Nina
- Cliff
- Skids
- Trav
- Jackie
- John
- Mo
- Emily
Thank you guys. Texting me happy birthday showed me people do care enough to make a personal mark on something that can be done so impersonally. Also a HUGE THANK YOU TO AUNT MAUREEN, the only person to call me and wish me a happy birthday. I love you Reen.
I'll post tomorrow about My Week With Marilyn and some other stuff I'm thinking about.
NP: Hometown Glory- Adele
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
April 5th, 1994-April 5th, 2012
I realize the date makes it seem like someone is dying, but rest assured nobody is. The first date is the day I was born and the second date is my eighteenth birthday. In some ways my childhood is finally ending. I can now go to jail, buy tobacco, serve for my country, and vote in elections. (I only plan in partaking in one of those activities.) Today's blog is dedicated I my childhood. I'll recount as much of it as I care to remember and it'll be spilled out for you here on The Daily Doze. If you don't have a while to really read this I suggest you don't start because it's going to be a long ride.
I'll start with as far back as I can remember which would be my time at Kindercare. I didn't go to a West Allegheny kindergarten, instead to a daycare/kindergarten hybrid out in Moon. I remember Kindercare for three main things. First would be splitting my head open on the playground and gushing blood in the office. Second would be the fact that Brandon McCracken went there too and he was just as ADD as he is today. The third reason was Mr. Mike. Mr. Mike was the coolest teacher ever, to this day he was the only black teacher I ever had.
Kindercare brings up Shirley, a woman from Kennedy Township who used I watch my sister and I when mom was at work. I still remember Shirley's son's room had a waterbed and I always wanted to jump on it, but never had the guts to do it. Shirley still lives in the same house out in Kennedy, maybe I'll pay her a visit someday.
The next thing I remember is my first day of first grade. If I remember correctly both Nan and Mom were there to send me on my way.
I remember Nanny days which I've talked about before. Days full of adventure and marbles...still searching for someone to play marbles with.
I remember all my elementary school teachers. 1st Grade: Mrs. Shaltenbrand. 2nd Grade: Mrs. Groznik. 3rd Grade: Mr. Demario. 4th Grade: Mrs. Vestal. 5th Grade: Mrs. Mangan. Out of them Mr. D had to be my all time favorite. He was the greatest guy and his class was always enjoyable. That year I worked on my first novel. Ethan Schweinsberg, Bret Grady, and myself typed a mystery book the whole year, working on it everyday. I wish I had that to look at now. I remember it being pretty cool.
Other then that elementary school is kind of a blur. As for the home life I didn't really have any. I had very few friends. I hung out with my neighbor across the street who was three years older then me. His name is Brandon Redlinger and I think he goes to Penn State now. We used to play all kinds of games, but the one cemented in my mind is when we would take the little toy army men with parachutes and throw them off his deck as high as we could. One army man took off from his deck, cleared my house across the street on Forest Glen and traveled all the way down to the back of my backyard. At the time I thought it the most miraculous thing. Other then Brandon, most of my time at 51 Forest Glen was spent alone entertaining myself.
I moved to my current house in 4th grade and have lived here ever since. I love my new house and have memories here that will never fade. Memories of growing up, sneaking out, sneaking in, hiding, laughing, and loving. My house on Brickbarn Court is the house I'll always remember as my home.
Middle school years were great. I loved every minute of it. I loved taking art and IA and FCS. I only loved it because I love doing those things but hate being graded harshly on them. I'm not meant to be an artist or a woodworker and Mr. Mayo and Mrs. Harn understood that.
Middle school was easy, but it was fun. My favorite teachers from middle school include: Mrs. Damratoski, Mrs. Niccolai, Mr. Hanczar, Mr. McCracken, and Ms. Schumacher. I loved it over there, it was all so care free, but it was a very immature time and I like high school even more then middle school.
Middle school is when I became best friends with Mike OD and Josh Coury. Josh and I used to do everything together. Playing Call of Duty was one of our most played games. I was always a medic and he would go around and do all the killing, I, all the healing. I guess that epitomizes my pacifist ways. (In eighteen years of life I've never been in a fist fight or a serious altercation.)
In eighth grade my best friends were Chris Allison, Josh, OD, and Jared. Chris and I did everything together. I used to go to all of his inline games and he came on vacation with my family to Cancun. That was an awesome vacation. I remember Chris's nose got burnt to the point it had turned black and we had to peel off the black sunburn. It was kinda sweet. I also remember that I fell in love with kiwis that trip. Last memory of that trip has to be that Chris and I befriended two Mexican waiters whom we had every morning at breakfast. I'm excited for Chris to come with all of us on senior trip.
When ninth grade came around Josh and I became distant, OD was busy with football, and Chris and Jared were still there. I had a girlfriend for a year at that point and never spent enough time with my friends. Looking back I can say that for sure. I can also say for sure that in ninth grade I lost a part of my innocence and a part of my childhood. My dad going to rehab showed me how insane things can get at times. I grew up a lot in those three months, more so in three months then in the three years since. Rehab saved my dad though, so I'm blessed that he went.
10th and 11th grade were much of the same. Very much going through the motions but living nonetheless. I can't totally discredit those years because I had a lot of fun and made some real memories. High school sports dominated much of my life especially in the fall. Soccer and football killed me, physically and mentally.
Now in my senior year I can look back at everything I've been a part of and look forward to things yet to come. Senior year is very much a time of reflection and of preparation. All the preparation and reflection make it hard to live in the moment and live day by day. I'm doing enough living though, so I'll take a look around and tell you what I see.
Looking around I'm becoming more and more disgusted with these kids I call my peers. I'll call them peers but I won't call them most of them my equals. Many of them will never have an understanding of life that I feel I already have. Maybe that's self righteousness, maybe it's the truth.
I hate complaining, but the number of two faced hypocrites seems to be multiplying. The hypocrites are only outnumbered by the number of kids who thrive on attention.
I love my friends but some of them fit the aforementioned groups. It's okay though.
In eighteen years of life I've lived and I've learned, I've loved and I've lost, I've lied and I've been lied to, I've played and I've been played, I've worried and I've been blind to the truth, I've made friends and I've lost them, I've grown in all aspects of the word, but more then anything I've been me. I've been Thomas Patrick Forse. I've been him since April 5th, 1994 and I'll be him until I take my last breath.
In my eighteenth year of life I've become a lot more independent. I'm relying more on me and less on everyone else. I don't usually text people first. The thing I can't figure out is if it's because I have so much to say and no one who really wants to listen or if I don't have anything to say at all. I don't have much going on in life so asking me what's up is a silly question. I could talk to you about how I over analyze every little thing but I highly doubt you want to hear about that.
If you do want to hear about it though, feel free to text me.
I said at he beginning that childhood is ending. That's only partly true. I'll remain a kid at heart as long as I can. I have I realize that now that I'm eighteen I have responsibilities and I'm responsible for my own actions. I'm ready for what eighteen has to offer. I've always been ready. I've seen a lot already and I feel I have the skills needed to cope with whatever hits me.
Reflecting on what I've typed and what I have done my life has been very privileged. I've been through a lot, but I know for certain there are kids who've had it worse, much worse. I love my family and I'm thankful for everything they've done for me. I don't regret anything this far and plan on living the rest of my life just as regret free.
Just three hours now; it feels weird...can't believe the day is finally here. Well I'm off to enjoy my night. Love you guys, especially those of you I dream about. Love you more then I can tell you.
I'll start with as far back as I can remember which would be my time at Kindercare. I didn't go to a West Allegheny kindergarten, instead to a daycare/kindergarten hybrid out in Moon. I remember Kindercare for three main things. First would be splitting my head open on the playground and gushing blood in the office. Second would be the fact that Brandon McCracken went there too and he was just as ADD as he is today. The third reason was Mr. Mike. Mr. Mike was the coolest teacher ever, to this day he was the only black teacher I ever had.
Kindercare brings up Shirley, a woman from Kennedy Township who used I watch my sister and I when mom was at work. I still remember Shirley's son's room had a waterbed and I always wanted to jump on it, but never had the guts to do it. Shirley still lives in the same house out in Kennedy, maybe I'll pay her a visit someday.
The next thing I remember is my first day of first grade. If I remember correctly both Nan and Mom were there to send me on my way.
I remember Nanny days which I've talked about before. Days full of adventure and marbles...still searching for someone to play marbles with.
I remember all my elementary school teachers. 1st Grade: Mrs. Shaltenbrand. 2nd Grade: Mrs. Groznik. 3rd Grade: Mr. Demario. 4th Grade: Mrs. Vestal. 5th Grade: Mrs. Mangan. Out of them Mr. D had to be my all time favorite. He was the greatest guy and his class was always enjoyable. That year I worked on my first novel. Ethan Schweinsberg, Bret Grady, and myself typed a mystery book the whole year, working on it everyday. I wish I had that to look at now. I remember it being pretty cool.
Other then that elementary school is kind of a blur. As for the home life I didn't really have any. I had very few friends. I hung out with my neighbor across the street who was three years older then me. His name is Brandon Redlinger and I think he goes to Penn State now. We used to play all kinds of games, but the one cemented in my mind is when we would take the little toy army men with parachutes and throw them off his deck as high as we could. One army man took off from his deck, cleared my house across the street on Forest Glen and traveled all the way down to the back of my backyard. At the time I thought it the most miraculous thing. Other then Brandon, most of my time at 51 Forest Glen was spent alone entertaining myself.
I moved to my current house in 4th grade and have lived here ever since. I love my new house and have memories here that will never fade. Memories of growing up, sneaking out, sneaking in, hiding, laughing, and loving. My house on Brickbarn Court is the house I'll always remember as my home.
Middle school years were great. I loved every minute of it. I loved taking art and IA and FCS. I only loved it because I love doing those things but hate being graded harshly on them. I'm not meant to be an artist or a woodworker and Mr. Mayo and Mrs. Harn understood that.
Middle school was easy, but it was fun. My favorite teachers from middle school include: Mrs. Damratoski, Mrs. Niccolai, Mr. Hanczar, Mr. McCracken, and Ms. Schumacher. I loved it over there, it was all so care free, but it was a very immature time and I like high school even more then middle school.
Middle school is when I became best friends with Mike OD and Josh Coury. Josh and I used to do everything together. Playing Call of Duty was one of our most played games. I was always a medic and he would go around and do all the killing, I, all the healing. I guess that epitomizes my pacifist ways. (In eighteen years of life I've never been in a fist fight or a serious altercation.)
In eighth grade my best friends were Chris Allison, Josh, OD, and Jared. Chris and I did everything together. I used to go to all of his inline games and he came on vacation with my family to Cancun. That was an awesome vacation. I remember Chris's nose got burnt to the point it had turned black and we had to peel off the black sunburn. It was kinda sweet. I also remember that I fell in love with kiwis that trip. Last memory of that trip has to be that Chris and I befriended two Mexican waiters whom we had every morning at breakfast. I'm excited for Chris to come with all of us on senior trip.
When ninth grade came around Josh and I became distant, OD was busy with football, and Chris and Jared were still there. I had a girlfriend for a year at that point and never spent enough time with my friends. Looking back I can say that for sure. I can also say for sure that in ninth grade I lost a part of my innocence and a part of my childhood. My dad going to rehab showed me how insane things can get at times. I grew up a lot in those three months, more so in three months then in the three years since. Rehab saved my dad though, so I'm blessed that he went.
10th and 11th grade were much of the same. Very much going through the motions but living nonetheless. I can't totally discredit those years because I had a lot of fun and made some real memories. High school sports dominated much of my life especially in the fall. Soccer and football killed me, physically and mentally.
Now in my senior year I can look back at everything I've been a part of and look forward to things yet to come. Senior year is very much a time of reflection and of preparation. All the preparation and reflection make it hard to live in the moment and live day by day. I'm doing enough living though, so I'll take a look around and tell you what I see.
Looking around I'm becoming more and more disgusted with these kids I call my peers. I'll call them peers but I won't call them most of them my equals. Many of them will never have an understanding of life that I feel I already have. Maybe that's self righteousness, maybe it's the truth.
I hate complaining, but the number of two faced hypocrites seems to be multiplying. The hypocrites are only outnumbered by the number of kids who thrive on attention.
I love my friends but some of them fit the aforementioned groups. It's okay though.
In eighteen years of life I've lived and I've learned, I've loved and I've lost, I've lied and I've been lied to, I've played and I've been played, I've worried and I've been blind to the truth, I've made friends and I've lost them, I've grown in all aspects of the word, but more then anything I've been me. I've been Thomas Patrick Forse. I've been him since April 5th, 1994 and I'll be him until I take my last breath.
In my eighteenth year of life I've become a lot more independent. I'm relying more on me and less on everyone else. I don't usually text people first. The thing I can't figure out is if it's because I have so much to say and no one who really wants to listen or if I don't have anything to say at all. I don't have much going on in life so asking me what's up is a silly question. I could talk to you about how I over analyze every little thing but I highly doubt you want to hear about that.
If you do want to hear about it though, feel free to text me.
I said at he beginning that childhood is ending. That's only partly true. I'll remain a kid at heart as long as I can. I have I realize that now that I'm eighteen I have responsibilities and I'm responsible for my own actions. I'm ready for what eighteen has to offer. I've always been ready. I've seen a lot already and I feel I have the skills needed to cope with whatever hits me.
Reflecting on what I've typed and what I have done my life has been very privileged. I've been through a lot, but I know for certain there are kids who've had it worse, much worse. I love my family and I'm thankful for everything they've done for me. I don't regret anything this far and plan on living the rest of my life just as regret free.
Just three hours now; it feels weird...can't believe the day is finally here. Well I'm off to enjoy my night. Love you guys, especially those of you I dream about. Love you more then I can tell you.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
it's tuesday, tomorrow is wednesday, and hopefully thursday follows
Today was an average day. Practice was kinda rough, we did a lot of running which isn't really my thing. Other then that the day was okay. I really dread parts of my day at school. Economics would be one of those periods. I love Mr. Quinn to death, but the class has run its course and I really could care less about fiscal policy at this point.
The period of the day I dread most has to be English class. I actually like The Catcher in the Rye, but other then that the class is horrible. Senior project stuff is dragging on and this "text explication" thing we have to do is gonna be a real bitch. Other then that I can't gripe. Ms. Fox has been really cool lately, except when she found that someone wrote "Tom loves penis" in the back of my journal...she had to explain that to her daughter, so thank you whoever did that. And just to clarify I do not love penis, I don't like it either. I very much like girls.
What sucks most about school is going in wanting to see something, wanting to see someone, thinking they'll make you happy...once you get there and the moment comes, your stomach drops. It's not a good butterflies type feeling, instead a depressing lonely feel. You can't help but wonder if they think of you from time to time. The time spent in their presence makes you uneasy because you have no clue what to think or feel, let alone what to say, if you should say anything at all. I'm afraid to crack a smile to certain people because I'm not sure how they'll interpret it. I'm very happy, and i could be happier. I'm not content. I'm yearning for more. I'd do anything for more, but anything isn't enough I guess. That's just the way it works. You do all you can and say all you can, you say it all over and over, but in the end it isn't enough to sway them.
My Type B personality won't allow me to let things like that go. I enjoy entertaining people and pleasing them. When I can't sway someone to my side I'm upset. Especially when I feel like I have so much to offer.
It's all good though. Tomorrow is my little sister's birthday! And the day after that, Thursday I believe, is my birthday. I'm hoping to make it to 13,000 views by then. 13 is my favorite number and 13,000 would be a true accomplishment. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
NP: I Will Follow You Into the Dark- Death Cab for Cutie
The period of the day I dread most has to be English class. I actually like The Catcher in the Rye, but other then that the class is horrible. Senior project stuff is dragging on and this "text explication" thing we have to do is gonna be a real bitch. Other then that I can't gripe. Ms. Fox has been really cool lately, except when she found that someone wrote "Tom loves penis" in the back of my journal...she had to explain that to her daughter, so thank you whoever did that. And just to clarify I do not love penis, I don't like it either. I very much like girls.
What sucks most about school is going in wanting to see something, wanting to see someone, thinking they'll make you happy...once you get there and the moment comes, your stomach drops. It's not a good butterflies type feeling, instead a depressing lonely feel. You can't help but wonder if they think of you from time to time. The time spent in their presence makes you uneasy because you have no clue what to think or feel, let alone what to say, if you should say anything at all. I'm afraid to crack a smile to certain people because I'm not sure how they'll interpret it. I'm very happy, and i could be happier. I'm not content. I'm yearning for more. I'd do anything for more, but anything isn't enough I guess. That's just the way it works. You do all you can and say all you can, you say it all over and over, but in the end it isn't enough to sway them.
My Type B personality won't allow me to let things like that go. I enjoy entertaining people and pleasing them. When I can't sway someone to my side I'm upset. Especially when I feel like I have so much to offer.
It's all good though. Tomorrow is my little sister's birthday! And the day after that, Thursday I believe, is my birthday. I'm hoping to make it to 13,000 views by then. 13 is my favorite number and 13,000 would be a true accomplishment. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
NP: I Will Follow You Into the Dark- Death Cab for Cutie
Monday, April 2, 2012
Lovin It
Baseball is 100,000 times more enjoyable when your team is successful. This year I look forward to playing as opposed to last year hoping each and every game would get rained out. We won again today, this time 12 to 0, for our first section win. We played awesome defense, had great pitching from Trevor, and hit the ball hard all five innings.
After the game T-Will, OD, Shea, Frankowski, Chris, and I went to Eat N Park for our Monday dinner tradition. We sat there and talked about the game and about other games; games from our glory days, and games yet to come. We talked about school and about food. It was a great time.It's the little things like those two hours in the corner booth at Eat N Park that I'll miss most about high school.
Tomorrow we have practice and then Wednesday we have our second section game. It's a home game so I expect to see you all there.
Today I did something unbelievable...I picked up a shift at work. The kid whose shift it was needed covered because he is going on spring break to Jersey. I said I'd take it after he offered to pay me $30 cash for it. Some half hour later I remembered that Thursday is my birthday....go figure, I pick up a shift at work once a month and I pick one up on my birthday. Unbelievable. It's all good though, I probably wouldn't have done anything exciting on my birthday anyway. And now I'll have a paycheck for twenty some dollars, $30 cash, and however much I make that night. Not bad if you ask me. Gotta pay for my tattoo somehow.
I don't think I have anything great for you guys tonight. The only things on my mind recently have been college and girls. Not so unusual for a high school senior I guess.
My main concern is where the hell I'm going to go to college. My second concern is girls. Nothing in particular, just the species as a whole. They're a weird bunch.
I guess it isn't so much girls that worry me as much as idiotic people in general. Asinine things like popping pills and doing cocaine in high school probably blow my mind the most. Next on the list would have to be boys and girls alike going for the largest pieces of shit. Now these pieces of shit aren't limited to the kids doing coke and popping pills, rather it applies to a wide array of people. The list includes cheaters, liars, low lifes, disrespectful kids, and kids with no ambition. I just don't get how you can have a good guy or girl standing right in front of you and you decide instead on the biggest asshole. I'll just never understand it.
In a way this blog has become hypocritical. I used to say that I wasn't judgmental...that couldn't be farther from the truth. I constantly pass judgment on almost everyone I encounter. I tend to say exactly how I feel and often times it's brutal. Condescending sarcasm is probably my favorite way to talk about someone I think is a real prick. Things like, "Oh yeah, he's a quality human being," or "Truly a valuable piece of society," are just a few I've used recently to describe a kid I can't stand. See this isn't hypocritical now because I'm owning up to my mistakes. Suck that Straka.
Moral of the story is don't be a piece of shit or I'll judge the hell out of you and use condescending remarks to tell people how I feel about you. Hopefully you don't care though, because words are simply words and they shouldn't bug you at all. After all, you pieces of shit don't seem to care about anything else, so why would you care what I have to say? Exactly, you wouldn't. Taking time to care just doesn't fit your busy schedules that are filled with doing drugs and texting any girl dumb enough to text you back.
That is all.
NP: Why Do The Men Stray- Gavin DeGraw
After the game T-Will, OD, Shea, Frankowski, Chris, and I went to Eat N Park for our Monday dinner tradition. We sat there and talked about the game and about other games; games from our glory days, and games yet to come. We talked about school and about food. It was a great time.It's the little things like those two hours in the corner booth at Eat N Park that I'll miss most about high school.
Tomorrow we have practice and then Wednesday we have our second section game. It's a home game so I expect to see you all there.
Today I did something unbelievable...I picked up a shift at work. The kid whose shift it was needed covered because he is going on spring break to Jersey. I said I'd take it after he offered to pay me $30 cash for it. Some half hour later I remembered that Thursday is my birthday....go figure, I pick up a shift at work once a month and I pick one up on my birthday. Unbelievable. It's all good though, I probably wouldn't have done anything exciting on my birthday anyway. And now I'll have a paycheck for twenty some dollars, $30 cash, and however much I make that night. Not bad if you ask me. Gotta pay for my tattoo somehow.
I don't think I have anything great for you guys tonight. The only things on my mind recently have been college and girls. Not so unusual for a high school senior I guess.
My main concern is where the hell I'm going to go to college. My second concern is girls. Nothing in particular, just the species as a whole. They're a weird bunch.
I guess it isn't so much girls that worry me as much as idiotic people in general. Asinine things like popping pills and doing cocaine in high school probably blow my mind the most. Next on the list would have to be boys and girls alike going for the largest pieces of shit. Now these pieces of shit aren't limited to the kids doing coke and popping pills, rather it applies to a wide array of people. The list includes cheaters, liars, low lifes, disrespectful kids, and kids with no ambition. I just don't get how you can have a good guy or girl standing right in front of you and you decide instead on the biggest asshole. I'll just never understand it.
In a way this blog has become hypocritical. I used to say that I wasn't judgmental...that couldn't be farther from the truth. I constantly pass judgment on almost everyone I encounter. I tend to say exactly how I feel and often times it's brutal. Condescending sarcasm is probably my favorite way to talk about someone I think is a real prick. Things like, "Oh yeah, he's a quality human being," or "Truly a valuable piece of society," are just a few I've used recently to describe a kid I can't stand. See this isn't hypocritical now because I'm owning up to my mistakes. Suck that Straka.
Moral of the story is don't be a piece of shit or I'll judge the hell out of you and use condescending remarks to tell people how I feel about you. Hopefully you don't care though, because words are simply words and they shouldn't bug you at all. After all, you pieces of shit don't seem to care about anything else, so why would you care what I have to say? Exactly, you wouldn't. Taking time to care just doesn't fit your busy schedules that are filled with doing drugs and texting any girl dumb enough to text you back.
That is all.
NP: Why Do The Men Stray- Gavin DeGraw
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Palm Sunday
Slept over Graz's last night and woke up for 7:30 mass again. Only problem was that Graz had relocated to his brother Nate's bed and didn't feel like going to 7:30 mass. We decided to go to 9 o'clock instead and I decided since I was up I could visit Nan's grave again. I stopped at Exxon and grabbed a coffee before I headed up there.
Once I got to the cemetery I parked and sat down right next to Nan's tombstone. I sat and drank some of my coffee before I started talking. I talked to her about everything going on in my life. From baseball to college to girls to my best friends I talked for 35 minutes straight. It was nice having someone listen to all the things I had to say. After I talked for a while I commended my Nan for teaching me something no teacher ever could. She taught me, in only the 7 years I knew her, how to love. If you can teach someone how to love and make someone feel loved, you have served a purpose.
Before I left the cemetery I decided that next week I'm going to bring a book to read under the tree that stands across from Nan's headstone. Everything in the cemetery is more peaceful, so I think it will be a nice place to do some reading.
I also stumbled upon the Instagram app on my iPhone and wanted to snap some pictures of my Sunday morning trip. I'll post them below. (Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form claiming to be a good photographer because I'm utilizing this app...that's aimed at all those who keep up with Condescending Willy Wonka on Twitter.)
I really like the Instagram app and I think it's going to help me capture the beauty of things I see. There really is beauty everywhere, you just have to know where to look.
Once I got to the cemetery I parked and sat down right next to Nan's tombstone. I sat and drank some of my coffee before I started talking. I talked to her about everything going on in my life. From baseball to college to girls to my best friends I talked for 35 minutes straight. It was nice having someone listen to all the things I had to say. After I talked for a while I commended my Nan for teaching me something no teacher ever could. She taught me, in only the 7 years I knew her, how to love. If you can teach someone how to love and make someone feel loved, you have served a purpose.
Before I left the cemetery I decided that next week I'm going to bring a book to read under the tree that stands across from Nan's headstone. Everything in the cemetery is more peaceful, so I think it will be a nice place to do some reading.
I also stumbled upon the Instagram app on my iPhone and wanted to snap some pictures of my Sunday morning trip. I'll post them below. (Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form claiming to be a good photographer because I'm utilizing this app...that's aimed at all those who keep up with Condescending Willy Wonka on Twitter.)
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| Nan's final resting place |
I really like the Instagram app and I think it's going to help me capture the beauty of things I see. There really is beauty everywhere, you just have to know where to look.
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| Nan and Pap's gravestone from where I was sitting |
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| Bottom road before you turn up to the cemetery |
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| From underneath the tree by Nan's grave |
Foul Territory
Saturday was a glorious day. Woke up at 8 a.m. to go get a haircut over at the O'Donnell's. The haircut is looking great in case you were wondering. From there I went to watch Graz's Beadling game up at the high school. They won 3-1 and it made me excited to watch him play collegiately next year.
From there we went back to Ty's house and Mrs. Graz made lunch before Ty and I headed out to do our big boy duties. We both deposited money in the bank and went to the mall to walk around.
After our mall walking was done I dropped Ty off at home so he could get ready for his next game at 4 and I went over to Draino's to play some NHL.
Jared decided to go watch Ty's game at 4 so I went home. Soon enough Frankowski was over and we were watching a documentary on Steve Bartman and the 2003 Chicago Cubs. For those of you who don't know who Steve Bartman was you can look him up in Wikipedia, basically he is notorious for ruining the Cubs' chances of going to the World Series. He was a man caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and he touched a foul ball that some people think he shouldn't have touched. The question became whether the ball crossed into the stands or whether Steve reached into the field of play. In the end it didn't matter and his life would never be the same. It brought to mind the idea of crossing lines...an idiom that usually has a negative connotation. Crossing lines isn't always a bad thing, if you're crossing lines for the right reasons.
There's a fine line between most things life...
Some lines were meant to be crossed and others weren't. Lines keeping you from happiness should be crossed at all costs. Lines keeping you safe are lines you should remain weary of. Some lines are more uncertain then others though...
like the line between love and lust
between living and existing
between fine and alright
between gone and forgotten
between happy and content
and between you and I
I feel as far as those lines are concerned I'm living not just existing, and because of that I won't be forgotten when I'm gone. I'm extremely happy and alright. I am me, you are you, and it's always been love.
Lines were drawn to be crossed and erased, and are simply barriers we break to prove how badly we want something.
NP: (One of the best new songs.)
Feel So Close- Calvin Harris
From there we went back to Ty's house and Mrs. Graz made lunch before Ty and I headed out to do our big boy duties. We both deposited money in the bank and went to the mall to walk around.
After our mall walking was done I dropped Ty off at home so he could get ready for his next game at 4 and I went over to Draino's to play some NHL.
Jared decided to go watch Ty's game at 4 so I went home. Soon enough Frankowski was over and we were watching a documentary on Steve Bartman and the 2003 Chicago Cubs. For those of you who don't know who Steve Bartman was you can look him up in Wikipedia, basically he is notorious for ruining the Cubs' chances of going to the World Series. He was a man caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and he touched a foul ball that some people think he shouldn't have touched. The question became whether the ball crossed into the stands or whether Steve reached into the field of play. In the end it didn't matter and his life would never be the same. It brought to mind the idea of crossing lines...an idiom that usually has a negative connotation. Crossing lines isn't always a bad thing, if you're crossing lines for the right reasons.
There's a fine line between most things life...
Some lines were meant to be crossed and others weren't. Lines keeping you from happiness should be crossed at all costs. Lines keeping you safe are lines you should remain weary of. Some lines are more uncertain then others though...
like the line between love and lust
between living and existing
between fine and alright
between gone and forgotten
between happy and content
and between you and I
I feel as far as those lines are concerned I'm living not just existing, and because of that I won't be forgotten when I'm gone. I'm extremely happy and alright. I am me, you are you, and it's always been love.
Lines were drawn to be crossed and erased, and are simply barriers we break to prove how badly we want something.
NP: (One of the best new songs.)
Feel So Close- Calvin Harris
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