Ramblings of a random guy.

My birthday was 3 weeks ago and I’m still feeding off how great it was.   I wake up and question if that my birthday actually happened that way.  It was that incredible. Why it was awesome:

It was a reminder to see how far I have become as a person. An incredible amount of obstacles that I feel not even those who are 20+ years ahead of me have not overcome yet.  I could write a memoir right now.

My parents were there (surprisingly) and them being there meant a lot to me. Everyone who had the chance to meet them told me how incredible they are.  

A good birthday doesn’t require belligerent drinking.  I just wanted good company and that was what I got.  So thank you to whoever came.  :]

1 year.  30lbs.  :D

You’ll realize that your biggest accomplishments in life can not be framed or be on a piece of paper.

Fuck it. I can’t take blogging seriously.  Really.  I’ve been writing  walls of text about politics with all the protesting going on (go wisconsin, lybia, egypt, tunisia, bahrain, syria and north korea now?) and various life quotes that I personally made up but I don’t have time to make them the way I want them to be.  I end up rewriting things 10x over. 

I personally do believe that I can spew out blogging AWESOMENESS LIKE A UNICORN FIGHTING A SHARK OVER A RAINBOW THOUGH. 

I’m sure I saw a picture of that on the internet somewhere.  I have to google search it now.

Edit:  No shark and unicorn but I did find this little gem:

A goddamn jedi batman riding a shark underwater and stabbing it in the  FACE?! 

As promised, this will be my first real entry to this blog. 

Live fabulously.

This is not quite exactly how I would frame this quote but since my friends are using it, sure.  Forewarning, there will be plenty of these long coagulated entries in the future but I will try my best to keep it short and interesting.

So what does this quote mean to me? 

I feel as though people are wasting their lives away when there is an opportune time to make the mundane and ordinary into something memorable and amazing.  I do not wish to be on my dying bed and not be able to remember what made my time here special.  Rather, I would like to go through a bucket list of sorts and go, “Hell, yeah.  I did that.  It was incredible.” 

And one of these “fab” moments happened last Friday night.  Fireworks at a beautiful city, getting and running away from the cops, spending quality time with my friends. 

Happy birthday Peter!  I hope you had a lot of fun that night.  =)

- Jimmy

Edit:  I just noticed that this entry is not at all very long.  I really can’t explain why it took me a week to write it…  Still longer than most blog entries that I read though.  Haha.

I’m back. 

After a few requests and some twisted sense of an obligation to share my thoughts, I am back.  I believe I should be completely somewhat serious about my blog entries because blogging is serious business.  Totally.

Okay, my friend Jonny was a bit worried about me because of my tumblr.  So to all 4 of my followers on tumblr and those who have somehow stumbled onto this blog:  THIS IS ALL SATIRE.  I am slightly amused that someone would take this blog in the slightest bit serious. 

I like to keep my life private and if you really do wish to know about my thoughts on philosophy, psychoanalyzing our peers, political issues, community service, what I live for, what makes me tick, or even day to day fucking life of getting car tickets, worrying about school, and complaining about work like most other bloggers on tumblr, then call and hang out with me.  I won’t bite.

I had a 3 hour political conversation a couple of weeks ago.  There’s a lot to me than most people realize. 

This will be my last entry on this blog.

tl;dr - I am not emo, bipolared, and 95% of what I wrote is completely made up.

No, the fucking carpet is not perpendicular to the door and is still crooked.

And to the person who called me at 7am and didn’t answer back?  You are a jerk.

Btw, I am not at all angry.