I want to start a podcast with my old roommate, Matt

I know everyone has thought of doing a podcast at some point—and I’ve never been one to jump on bandwagons—but I think I’d be good at it. And Matt is the perfect Ying to my Yang.

In case you don’t know who Matt is, he is one of my best friends and former roommate. We met in Branson, Missouri and moved to Las Vegas together about two years ago. Since then, he has moved back to the Midwest, but we still try to keep in contact as much as possible. You’ve might have read some posts from our conversations in the past. If you missed them, you can find them all here.

I’ve never actually been a fan of podcasts (although I like the idea of them). I’ve tried to listen to a few, but have never actually been able to get through an entire one. And I think the reason for that is mostly because of my situation at the time. I have never put myself in an environment where I was allowed to listen without other distractions; other, more intriguing, distraction. And maybe that is their fault for not being more entertaining. Our podcast would be entertaining…at least to ourselves. It would more than likely have little to no structure and consist of mainly comedy and randomness with a bit of movie crap thrown in. That was the majority of our conversations and that is something I sorely miss. Maybe I’ll bring the idea up to him.

My eyes burn and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m really tired and haven’t had enough sleep this week or because I stared at the eclipse for about 20 minutes.

Woops!

I accidentally left the bar with cookie dough instead of the girl again. 

Sharing Is Caring

I want to share more with you people, but I don’t know what to share. So feel free to ask questions any time. 

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It seems like every girl I’m ever interested in gets engaged fairly shortly after.

Girls, if you want to get in a serious relationship, woo me.

I just gave a book suggestion to calebhasablog and it has typo in it and now I feel humiliated.

But I’m going to leave it the way it is because not everyone is perfect. Perfection is a sign that someone has had too much time on their hands in the past. I want to be perceived as a busy man (I’m not).

Nature cannot be stopped. People can; and intentions and sleep and fears and love and animals and tragedy and motions, but not nature.

I realized something today.

It’s funny when Indian guys say “hot chicks.”

To all the new people who have started following me recently,

Hi. You’re going to be disappointed.

I don’t blog much; not lately, at least. You won’t be seeing a lot of pictures of me or gifs of cats or pictures from The Hunger Games or Doctor Who or probably of whatever other reason you decided to follow me. My blog can’t be based off a single post and I hope that’s not why you’re here. Either way, I welcome you. I hope you enjoy your stay. I hope you enjoy the times we share together through words and growing as human beings.

If you’re a nerfighter, DFTBA!

If you’re a writer, I can’t wait to read your words and hope you like mine.

If you’re struggling with something in life, I hope you are willing to share it wholeheartedly and I hope things I post can help you get through it.

If you think you can help me, I welcome you to do so.

I won’t judge you for your opinions and I ask you to do the same for me. We can disagree, but only on the discourse that we know we also have things in common. I challenge you to find those things and share them with me. “Like” what you like and don’t what you don’t. If you’re moved by something, share it because others will be too.

Finally, don’t believe everything I say. I tend to tell a lot of stories and I leave it up to the reader to decide whether it’s real or fake. But I’d like to think all are worth believing. After all, what’s not real that can be imagined by an active mind?

I hope that I am wrong about disappointing you and again, welcome! I hope we can become friends.

allyrhodesmusic:

thebritthale:

Facts are facts. No disrespect to anyone, but you can’t argue that.

YEAH BUT just because a lot of people like her doesn’t mean that EVERYONE has to like her. if someone dislikes her, they should be allowed to do so without having facts shoved in their face, as if those are supposed to change the person’s opinion. like, i get it, but shit like this pisses me off.

There isn’t a proper sentence in that entire mess of words. I refuse to talk facts with someone who failed English class.

(Source: swiftsecrets)

Ah, the perfect pour.

Truthful Thursdays

I don’t like haikus. I never have. I don’t like the limitations they set on a writer or their pacing in general as a form of poetry. Poetry is meant to have a structure to help the reader follow the flow of the creation without losing the emotion the creator has intended while, at the same time, show the care the poet has put into his/her work by not just throwing jumbled words on paper, quite like I am doing here (sans paper). It is meant to be beautiful. Haikus are not beautiful. They are rough and lacking in any true flow. They jump needlessly from line to line in a seemingly random and unthoughtful structure, yet with very specific rules to not only keep that uncomfortable structure intact, but to limit the creativity and emotion of the writer by forcing them into their ridiculous ons.

I do not like haikus.

I like when things like this happen.

Everyone on my dashboard seems a bit negative today.

I think we need a big group hug.

Brain Alarm

I can’t ever sleep in anymore. No matter how tired I am, my mind just starts working at the same time every morning. Today I woke up with an insatiable desire to learn how to cut up a whole chicken. Weird, right? I already know how to cut up a chicken.