Now the floor is the ceiling
I haven’t updated as much as I would like to. That’s not necessarily true. As much as I would love to be updating and what not, I have been writing, just not on here, so at the end of the day, I’ve been writing. Between my Boston’s Best assignment and my new hockey website, this has sort of fallen by the wayside. I had this really good idea a few months ago to start another blog strictly pertaining to sports plus a few other things. Good idea indeed, but that never happened, everything else I’ve mentioned previously, did.
So for once, I want to write a post and not press the ‘save draft’ button on the top right-hand side of the screen, but rather the ‘publish’ one. I have a ton of posts in my draft folder that I started a little while ago. Most of them were random observations: how much I hate the T, how it would be cool to write a book about why a lot of things in our society suck/why there are so many douchebags in the world, and a pretty lengthy one on why I’m looking forward and dreading my high school reunion. Those never made the cut and probably never will in their entirety. All b-sides, if you will. So instead of writing a post that may or may not be saved as a draft, here is a summarization of the content of every draft I’m about to delete forever plus all of these random thoughts going through my head right now, in bullet form, of course!
- There is nothing like going to the bookstore and buying a new book. I don’t really buy CDs or DVDs anymore, but I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of buying new books. And that Kindle shit is just plain dumb. Seriously, if I’m buying a book, it needs to have actually pages not digitally enhanced fonts and a mechanism for it to recognize when I want to turn the page. What is this, 2010?
- DMB’s new CD is absolutely fantastic. I’m not saying this just as a biased fan either. My goodness, they nailed this one.
- Time for the Red Sox to trade/bench David Ortiz. GASP! No, really. If your DH had one home run, under 20 RBI and a batting average slightly under .200, you’d be pissed too. Moving him down to sixth in the lineup will not do much aside from having him strikeout in the 2nd inning rather than the 1st.
- I’m amazed at the cast of characters I went to high school with. When I was there, I thought I attended school with a bunch of pretty talented people. We were a Division I high school and almost always won our respective football, basketball, soccer and hockey state titles in both the men’s and women’s conferences. A few of my classmates went on to pretty notable colleges based on the scholarship they received because of their athletic abilities. In our school plays, we had some great talents with some students having incredible voices or an incredible acting skills. Even into college I would tell people that my high school was completely different than any other school out there. Now when I look back, I realize that I went to school with a bunch of ordinary kids. This sort of spun its way into my head while browsing through Facebook’s classmate section. Between the girls who have already had kids, the athletic scholarship guys who never graduated college and the questionable actors whose sexual preference is still just as questionable. Jesus, what a mundane group this is.
- Home is nice now. Pseudo living and working in Boston gets stressful pretty quickly. There is nothing better than getting away for 2-3 days to unwind at home. But as soon as day three hits, I’m ready to go back.
- If I ever needed to write a book about anything (my friends and their lives, retail and the fucking nutjobs we encounter), I’ll have enough material for an anthology.
- Facebook isn’t what it used to be. Also, looking at my friends list right now, I really don’t even remember a good quarter of these people. Delete, delete, delete.
- There’s nothing worse than people dressed up for anime conventions. Better yet, there’s nothing worse than people who think you’re weird for not dressing up for anime conventions. Grow the fuck up and ditch the fucking black eyeliner and Sailor Moon outfit.
That felt better. Delete, delete, delete.
