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I really should be finishing up my personal statements but seeing as I haven't updated in a while, I'll just leave a quick blurb.

I've been working the last couple of Sundays which has completely changed my weekend outings.  This past weekend specifically, was immensely uneventful.  Other than the Sharks game, I did absolutely nothing.  I can't remember the last time I didn't go out for at least one day out of the weekend.  And by out, I mean out drinking.

Looking back at it, it's surprisingly refreshing to have some of that pressure gone.  Every weekend I have high hopes of something fun happening and I'm rarely disappointed.  But now that I've had time to digest the nothingness that was the weekend, I realized how much calmer my life had been.  I'm not sure if that makes sense, but I think I may begin looking for more non-nightlife things to do around The City.  I'm not exactly sure what else there is to do since I hate a lot of things like watching movies in theaters.  If anyone knows of any social gatherings that frequently occur please let me know.  If I had my scooter, I could attend local scoot-abouts.  I'm not sure that's what they're called but that's definitely a cool name for it. 

I'd really like to meet more people...and actually possibly remember them.  Alcohol is deteriorating my mind.  I feel like I'm getting stupider with every drink.  Will I(t) ever stop?  I don't know.  Turn off the lights and I'll glow.  To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal.  Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.  Dance.  Hellz yeah, bitch.  See what I mean?  I'm also finding more money in my pockets.  I didn't even need to go to the ATM for the past two weeks.

To all you fellow bloggers, your comments for your posts will be arriving shortly.  I'll get to it :]

Until next time,

Cheers.

-Alex Thunderlips

Let's go that way.

I feel like blogging.  But I have too much to say and don't feel like typing.  If only I had one of those speech-to-text programs so I can just talk.  Here's the gist.

The past few days have been tremendously strenuous emotionally and mentally.  I have been struggling to keep my composure and fear that I could lose it at any second.  Yes, I know you're thinking I am a drama queen.

I was thinking about my life and the lack of direction in it.  When I think about myself, I always saw myself as a mediocre person.  Someone in the middle stuck in the middle - lost in the shuffle and unnoticed in the mix of things.  But today I thought, "What if I'm not even mediocre?  What if I'm so far from mediocre that I've been kidding myself thinking I even come close?"  Then I start thinking about life itself and blah blah blah.  While I appreciate the people and things I have in my life, I am finding it very difficult giving anything back to the people who have given me so much.  I'm starting to feel a little helpless.  But mostly useless.

Just rambling on...  Bring on the delusions of grandeur caused by my mental breakdown.

-Alex Thunderlips

It's a crazy world

Last night I had another quasi-nightmare.  This time however, it was more of a "thriller" dream than a "horror" dream. 

It started out with all of my friends on vacation in Alaska.  We stayed at a Tiki themed resort fully equipped with all the amenities.  The rooms were actually individual huts that we shared amongst ourselves and it was centered around a giant fire pit where the staff cooked food.

In the middle of the night, we discover that Nicole is missing.  We find out that she had been kidnapped to be used for human trafficking and we trek out to find her.  This is where things get a little hazy.  What I do remember also does not make much sense.  But here it goes.

The kidnappers only took her away because they knew that the Earth was moving towards the Sun and Alaska was going to melt away in a short time.  They took Nicole away but under the guise of something less sinister and they left unnoticed in the middle of the night.  Gary, V, and I all run out of our huts with our exploration backpacks chock full of goodies to search for Nicole when we notice she's gone.

As we cross the horizon, we see a group of men with Nicole walking across the icy plain.  Behind us, the sun is getting closer and is growing in size.  The ice beneath our feet begins to melt so the three of us race towards Nicole while trying to avoid being drowned in the melting ice.  V grabs my hand and Gary grabs onto mine and we slide down the mountain.  The Sun is getting so close that the ice we're sliding down melts faster than we can reach the bottom and we are soon sliding on concrete.

After this, there was a lot of other interesting things that happened but I was concentrating on remembering the beginning more and forgot the rest.  I hope I can soon master the art of lucid dreaming...

Until next time,

Mmm...lucid dreams...

-Alex Thunderlips

Ursher

I wish I could move like that... All of his dance moves are so smooth and clean.  Just natural born talent.  If only I had some of that... If I did maybe I could get girls who move like this:



I've had Rihanna's album for a while and this track was always one that stood out for me.  I listened to it at least 20 times, but it wasn't until I saw the music video that I realized how sexual the song is.  I have a tendency to listen to songs without listening to their meaning.  A lot of times I know most of the words but still don't actually take the time to listen to them.  The way she moves in the video is hot.  I want a girl who can move like that.  This is where Usher's moves would come into play.

Today was a very slow Saturday indeed.  Didn't get much done but didn't have much to do.  I was planning on studying up for the GRE since I will be taking it one last time.  But somehow that turned into 3+ hours of COD and nonsense.

I sat around my room listening to all of Usher's old tracks and singing along.  Basically karaoked by myself for about two hours while surfing the web.  Downloaded a few new albums but so far nothing worth mentioning.  Not too many albums are noteworthy as of late.  Everything is relatively bland.  I need some new music.  Good music.

I bought two grab bags from Triumvir for $50 each and ended up with this:

In terms of quantity, I think it's pretty decent.  Spent $100 for two caps, six tee shirts, and the 3/4 sweater shown above.  The only thing is, I ordered the wrong size cap and most of the tee's I'm not a big fan of.  I gave the black tee to my brother and will probably keep the yellow tee.  The biggest disappointment and awkward piece has to be the baby blue tee shirt with the pink skull.  I have no idea what they were attempting there but apparently it was a limited release in Japan in 2004.  Other than that I'm not sure what I want to keep.  I posted the pictures on Hypebeast for trades but still nothing worth trading for yet.  I wish the yellow cap fit.  I kind of like it...  When I checked my bank account to look at the purchase again, it disappeared from my statement.  So this shipment could actually be free.  I have to call to find out what happened.  I don't know why they would remove it but it's not there and the purchase is not calculated into my balance so until  I am told otherwise, I believe it is in fact free. 

Until next time,

"Act cool, Quincy.  Act cool."

-Alex Thunderlips

Ominous beginnings.

Lately I have been getting a feeling that some terrible things will happen soon.  Call it a hunch, gut feeling, or paranoia. Whatever it is, it's consuming my life.  I am not a believer of fortune-telling, astrology, or any of the pseudosciences, but I can't seem to shake this feeling.  Whatever is going to happen, I think it's going to happen soon.  Within the next three months or so. 

Last night, I had a quasi-nightmare.  It started out with all of my friends hanging out at my house in the living room.  My parents storm in through the front door.  My mom is yelling at my dad and he has no reaction or response to anything she's saying.  I can already see that something terrible was happening.  My dad tells me he's quitting his job and my mom is stressing out about money.  My dad then says a bunch of things implicating he is also giving up on life.

He pulls Andy aside and lectures him for a while.  I wasn't close enough to hear the conversation, but I could see whatever my dad was saying was making Andy angry.  In a few seconds, Andy started swinging at my dad and it took everyone in the room to hold them back.

I couldn't deal with the situation so I left and walked around the neighborhood.  I ended up in a back alley somewhere.  It turned out to be a dead end so I turned around.  In doing so, my Gameboy inside my backpack flew out, crashing on the floor.  As I bent down to pick it up, I saw a hidden compartment outside of the house I was standing in front of.  I open the compartment to find a slew of video games.  Inside, I can see N64, SNES, and NES games of all kinds.  I take a quick scan to make sure no one is looking before I start to take some of them.  When I look up into the house, I see a little girl playing Wii (notice that all of the gaming systems in this dream are manufactured by Nintendo).  I try to sift through the games as fast as possible without her noticing, but I'm caught before I'm able to find anything worth taking.

As I ran back home, I began to feel the tension from the situation earlier.  When I get inside, I can still see that many of my friends are still hanging around, but most people had left.  I went to my room and found one of my lady friends in my bed sleeping, fully clothed.  When I look down, my shirt is missing.  Oh well.  I get into bed with her and pull the blankets back over us.  She tried to comfort me (nothing sexual).  We end up spooning. 

Until next time,

How did my shirt disappear so fast?

-Alex Thunderlips