Back to where I belong.

More than six months later...

I have all sorts of things to write about. Recent events, random thoughts, rants and raves. Unfortunately my time management skills won't allow this. Hello, Spring semester!

This is my first post in a while, but possibly the most pointless. Wah wahhh.

Time is runnin' out, please don't make me wait

This morning I woke up extremely hung over and sick feeling. On top of that, I had no idea where my glasses were. I looked everywhere in both my place and Danny's place. No where. Made a phone call to Alan, who I somewhat remember helping me get to bed, and he didn't know where they were either. I blindly searched the ground from Danny's place to mine... And eventually I found them in the backyard on the window sill, caked in dirt and vomit. Gross.

This was the aftermath of Danny's 21st birthday party. We cleared out one of the rooms at his place for beer pong and spent a ton of money on alcohol. A lot of people came and I had a blast.

I got pretty throwed at one point and barfed... Then I apparently passed out on the futon in the backyard - definitely don't remember doing that, but I guess that explains why my glasses were back there. AND it set up one hilarious situation. Here's how it played out, according to Danny:

*Cops come to the party and bring Danny outside to talk*

COPS: Are you the owner of the house?

DANNY: Yeah I am.

COPS: So what's going on here?

DANNY: It's my 21st birthday, so we're just having a party.

COPS: Oh it's your birthday? Are you having fun?

DANNY: Yeah.

COPS: Alright, well we can't have people standing outside like this.

*The cops walk to the backyard to point out the cars parked there.*

COPS: And these cars need to be moved... And who's that?

*Points to my passed out body*

DANNY: (Thinking "Oh. Shit.") Uh... That's my brother.

COPS: Well take care of him and get him home.

I vaguely remember being carried to my place and put in bed with a trash can and a water bottle. Thank you to everyone who helped take care of my drunk ass.

Definitely the best weekend of the summer so far. Next on the agenda: Houston Austin then California. Stay tuned, kiddos!

I Almost Died. Twice.

Last week I was talking to my dad about some friends of his. Apparently one of his friends saved my life when I was around 5 or 6 years old. That day my family and I went to Frontier City. I was really skinny when I was a kid, and just barely made the height requirement to ride on a rollercoaster. I got on next to my dad's friend and began the ride. And about halfway through I began to slip out of the restraints. My dad's friend saw this happening and grabbed ahold of me before I fell out.

Luckily he saved me, or else I wouldn't have been able to almost die again.

Fast forward to this past weekend. I'm in Dallas with some friends to see Quest Crew and hang out with my two favorite Texans. We just left The Bank to go home for the night - Bobby is driving. According to Bobby the stop lights looked close together, so when he saw the green light in the distance, he proceeded to drive through the red light right in front of us. Luckily he saw the FUCKING VAN that was about to T-bone my side of the car and slammed on his brakes in time.

Because that would have sucked.

On Deaf Ears?

From the day we are born until the day we die we are constantly learning. Learning from ourselves, learning from others. We learn from our own experiences. We learn from people who choose to preach unto others what they believe is right.

However, a lot of what we learn is wrong.

People are taught so many different things. To believe in and worship God, the all-powerful, all-knowing creator of the world, or that the world is not ruled or created by a God. To pursue a career that makes lots of money in order to comfortably raise a family, or that they should do what they love and what makes them happy. Some are taught not to interact with those who are different from them, while others learn that no matter what race, religion, or ethnicity a person is, they can still be great people.

So who gets to decide what's wrong and what's right? Your parents? Your peers?

The only one who can make that decision is yourself. You decide what you believe in. You decide what you want to do with your life. Why does it matter what others believe? Why does it matter what others want you to do?

Learn how to say "fuck it" every once in a while. Live life to the fullest. Have no regrets.

Don't let someone else live your life for you.

I have so much to write about, but at the same time I don't know what to write.

I just don't know what I want anymore.