Blog 2 of 365:
Living in your parent's basement isn't the most desirable place to spend your post-college, two-year hangover, but being it be the safety net most people do not get the opportunity to have, I appreciate the shit out of it. If you have never shared a house with seven other people (four being blood-related, two step-relatives, and Audrey [my flame, my muse]), it is like being on a conveyor belt, stuck underneath a stamping mechanism, repeatedly being minced into a pulp with "love". I do not wish to be misunderstood as ungrateful, but once you live with seven people who know exactly how to get under your skin and have their own expectations of how you should act, it gets old.
All of this is relevant because Audrey and I (after much bantering) have finally signed a lease to our own apartment back in Tempe, Arizona.
I feel one single blog post could not possibly encompass all of the feelings and thoughts one could purely endure in said given circumstances, so I must wrap this up before it even begins and have faith that I will elaborate later upon specifics.
I am excited for the new adventure, the new opportunities to fulfill my comedic endeavors, and the next step in my relationship with Audrey. It was always weird, when explaining to a stranger about my relationship status with her, when I would say "Yeah, I live with my girlfriend, but we live in my parent's basement." It almost seems like that doesn't count as "living together" status given the Full House-esque scenario formally presented. But now, we can actual live out the adult life we so desperately desire. As previously noted in blog 1 of 365, a simple four year-old basically summarized how I feel about my family's perspective of me:
"You're not a big boy, yet."
Obviously, I want to prove them wrong and am biting at the opportunity to do so.
I feel this is a great point to stop and to be picked up at a later date. Remind me to tell you how Audrey and I blew our nieces' minds about Full House. It's worth 45 seconds of your time.
Good night.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Succotash
My goal is to write something everyday of this year to force myself back into a daily ritual. Here is entry 1/365:
Having last night been New Years Eve, I spent the night with family at my parent's house with Audrey and some of my sister and brother-in-law's friends, which included a four year-old boy named Brody. Brody found enjoyment in exclaiming that I "was not a big boy yet" and nearly died laughing as a result of his constant putting me down. I felt no embarrassment or malice towards the young child, given that my family has been saying the same things to me for as long as I can remember. As we continues to converse about simple small talk, we naturally arose on the topic of resolutions for the new year. Everyone in attendance agreed that resolutions are pointless because they are always something the individual wishes to change about themselves, but do not have the audacity to follow through with in the end. I have chosen two simple resolutions that I feel will be a challenge, but not out of reach in completion.
1) Do not pocket someone else's lighter.
2) Stop watching Goodfellas every single time it is on TV.
Ironically, I feel the second will be much more difficult than first. They seriously air that movie on every single channel at least 72 times a year. I fully expect to hear outlandish resolutions throughout the week when I return to work and society in its entirety. Audrey and I will be moving back to Tempe this weekend and finally will be able to participate in regular people things! More to come on that later. I would like to end this post with something I have learned:
Today, I learned what "succotash" was [a medley of vegetables (traditionally corn, carrots, and lima beans)], and it made me rethink several things...
1) I always thought succotash was its own vegetable/potpourri thing. I first felt dumb upon learning what it truly was, but then felt satisfied in the justification that I simply did not give two shits.
2) Why the fuck did Sylvester the cat (of Looney Toons fame) always say "sufferin' succotash"? When he grew frustrated, he would curse vegetables. Is that what people thought was funny/children found rebellious during the 50's?
3) Why did anyone say "succotash" to begin with? I, again, blame the 50's.
4) Why did I watch Looney Toons as much as I did?
5) No wonder I wasn't good at any/all high school sports outside of Physical Education, where I could dominate over wimpy boys and dumpy girls. I had spent too much of my time watching a cat chase around a bird with a lisp, to no avail, mind you, instead of practicing practical skills that could be used to better myself/career.
In conclusion, this year is already on its way to being quite similar to every other year. Here's to making yourself a better person *drinks rum*.
Having last night been New Years Eve, I spent the night with family at my parent's house with Audrey and some of my sister and brother-in-law's friends, which included a four year-old boy named Brody. Brody found enjoyment in exclaiming that I "was not a big boy yet" and nearly died laughing as a result of his constant putting me down. I felt no embarrassment or malice towards the young child, given that my family has been saying the same things to me for as long as I can remember. As we continues to converse about simple small talk, we naturally arose on the topic of resolutions for the new year. Everyone in attendance agreed that resolutions are pointless because they are always something the individual wishes to change about themselves, but do not have the audacity to follow through with in the end. I have chosen two simple resolutions that I feel will be a challenge, but not out of reach in completion.
1) Do not pocket someone else's lighter.
2) Stop watching Goodfellas every single time it is on TV.
Ironically, I feel the second will be much more difficult than first. They seriously air that movie on every single channel at least 72 times a year. I fully expect to hear outlandish resolutions throughout the week when I return to work and society in its entirety. Audrey and I will be moving back to Tempe this weekend and finally will be able to participate in regular people things! More to come on that later. I would like to end this post with something I have learned:
Today, I learned what "succotash" was [a medley of vegetables (traditionally corn, carrots, and lima beans)], and it made me rethink several things...
1) I always thought succotash was its own vegetable/potpourri thing. I first felt dumb upon learning what it truly was, but then felt satisfied in the justification that I simply did not give two shits.
2) Why the fuck did Sylvester the cat (of Looney Toons fame) always say "sufferin' succotash"? When he grew frustrated, he would curse vegetables. Is that what people thought was funny/children found rebellious during the 50's?
3) Why did anyone say "succotash" to begin with? I, again, blame the 50's.
4) Why did I watch Looney Toons as much as I did?
5) No wonder I wasn't good at any/all high school sports outside of Physical Education, where I could dominate over wimpy boys and dumpy girls. I had spent too much of my time watching a cat chase around a bird with a lisp, to no avail, mind you, instead of practicing practical skills that could be used to better myself/career.
In conclusion, this year is already on its way to being quite similar to every other year. Here's to making yourself a better person *drinks rum*.
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