A thought

Recently I've been having a certain thought in mind. Some might see it as morbid, but I see it as important: I'm going to die. Now, its not a constant thought that just lingers in my mind and worries me. It actually inspires me. It motivates me to be more productive, but not work myself to the bone (obviously, since I'm on the internet typing a blog). It also allows me to really think about what I have and be thankful for everything.

I am very fortunate to have loving family and friends, many opportunities that a lot of people don't have, etc. I have noticed that I haven't told these people in my life how much they mean to me. I've been working on doing this and letting them know. Along with showing love to family and friends, I've been trying to do the same to complete strangers. Even the smallest gesture can affect someone, so why not let it be a good one?

Lastly, I've been buying a lot of strange instruments on Craigslist. Some people think its stupid, others think its pretty awesome. The reason for this is the fact that you only get one chance to learn, so why not learn as many instruments as you can and just have fun with it? Enjoy music, play as much music as you can on everything that you can.

I just wanted to write that out. Think about it. Tell someone that you love them. Enjoy and embrace everything.


"I was glad that I'd taken the time to tell my parents just
how much I love them whenever I could. You see, the, the
people in your life, the people in your life that you love,
well, you gotta let them know how you feel cause one day,
that opportunity, it's gonna be gone."- Fred Leblanc

"There are two things that I want you to make up your minds to: first, that you are going to have a good time as long as you live - I have no use for the sour-faced man - and next, that you are going to do something worthwhile, that you are going to work hard and do the things you set out to do." - Teddy Roosevelt 

The Quest Begins!

So, I've decided to take up a challenge (I wasn't actually challenged by someone, I just consider it a challenge because its hard for me). I am going to grow a mustache. After having many recent discussions about this style of facial hair with my buddy Jake, I am motivated to get one. I make it sound like you can just go out to a store a get a mustache from the mustache store, take it up to the counter and buy it from a guy sporting a Dali mustache. Unfortunately, its not that simple.

Growing a stache will take a lot of patience and time. It will also require some care of the hairs that'll grow above my upper lip. I'll need to make it JUST RIGHT so I won't look like a creep.

This may be the hardest task of my life. This is a quest to achieve a special stage of manhood. Only the worthy are worth (??) to sport a stache proudly. These people include Ron Burgundy and Tom Selleck. Most people other than these two fail at everything.

The definition of manhood.

Mustaches were popular with a certain group of people: dictators. People such as Hitler, Stalin, Saddam Houssein, etc. etc. You notice that these men, although evil, got shit done (for a while at least). You look at wannabe rulers like Mussolini and Gadahfi, they didn't have mustaches and they were/are getting their butts handed to them! 

See a trend? People with mustaches have a sort of super natural power that I wish to obtain one day. This quest may take a very long time, or I may sprout thousands of hairs over night, you never know. But be warned, if you make fun of my mustache when its just a trashy little bit of hair, beware of my wrath when it is more full than a clown car. 

"Its magic. You just have to pet it and take care of it"

Lets Try Again!

So its been about a month since I've posted anything on here. Like most, if not all projects I start, I never kept up with it. I hadn't even thought about this blog since the last time I posted. I couldn't even remember my last post! To my surprise, other people brought up this blog today while we were all trapped inside a black hole of conversation that seem to appear all the time in CAC. A black hole so powerful, one minute you're about to walk out the door, the next, its actually been 45 minutes and you somehow got talked into going to get food. This is a force that cannot be explained, nor can it be defeated.

So this is just a brief little intro into what I hope will be a continuing work in progress. I hope to entertain you all in someway or fashion through this or just use it to speak(type) my thoughts. Anywho, I hope to post more often! Please check it out!

"So, I just realized I started each paragraph of this blog with the word, "So"...Huh."