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Die Young and Save Yourself

I would be remiss if I did not mention the Inauguration of President Barack Obama. Although the whole inauguration thing can be quite boring, I was sure to catch parts of it throughout my day. I have been a supporter of President Obama since before he announced his intentions to run for President. After the demoralizing election of 2004 and the God awful last 8 years, I was elated this past November.

No one person has ever given me immense pride in my country, made me have faith in politicians, made me believe good people can finish first, and even made me want to be a better person than President Obama has. I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I am extremely excited to see what he can do over the next four years. I don’t expect any miracles, but I do expect him to run the country with honor.

Due to the inauguration, there have been a lot of shows dedicated to the history of our Presidency. So, of course, I’ve been Tivoing a bunch of them and am super hooked. I am also a super dork.

Okay, on to this weekend…

My dear friends, The All-American and Samsonite (Samsonite? I was way off!) came down to the Low Country for a weekend that promised to be filled with debauchery. Samsonite is a good friend of mine that I met in college.
A mutual friend, EM, came down as well. Her and I became better friends after a friend’s wedding back in September. I was definitely really excited for all the visitors, as well as the fact that I would be able to hang out with my friends down here – CF, Swan and some others.
Sadly, the weekend turned into a mild disappoint for a few reasons. It was awesome to see my friends, but there were some let downs.

Friday – Easily the best day. Samsonite, EM, Swan, CF and CF’s pseudo boyfriend gathered at my awesome bachelor pad  and literally rocked out to Rock Band 2 for a good majority of the afternoon/early evening. I was having a great time, but was getting a weird vibe from CF’s pseudo boyfriend. He was (no surprise here) a military guy. I tend to dislike guys and military guys (at least the one’s my girl friends tend to hang with) are my most hated. “Thanks for serving my country and all, but you are still a dick.”

In any event, things went fairly well and he actually seemed to be an okay guy, despite the weird vibe I got. We ended up going to Mellow Mushroom where we met some other friends for pizza and beer. We then went to Burn’s Alley which is becoming one of my favorite bars. I had a blast playing the Buck Hunter video game with the guys, taking pictures and just laughing with friends.

The night ended with an all-out Rock Band fest which was amazing. Everyone was completely rocking out and it was the most awesome thing ever.

Saturday – Nursed slight hangover, watched basketball and movies with friends, and then went to Fatz Cafe. Food there was pretty good and the conversation was even better. We ended up at Henry’s, which is a pretty relaxing bar in downtown Charleston.
This is when I started to get a little bummed. The girls all wanted to go to a college-type dancing bar, I found out Weasel McDouchebag was at another chill bar that I wanted to go to and now couldn’t, and everyone seemed to be pairing off. Samsonite and myself were the only ones who didn’t have significant other or, at least, someone catching our eye.
The Ex, after telling me about the whereabouts of Weasel, then told me she had no plans. I told her she could meet up with us if she wanted to. I probably did this out of loneliness. I did not have any romantic or even lust-related thoughts about this, but I knew that she would at least bring up my spirits a little. She ended up meeting up with us and it did help me.

But things got crappy. We went to a hotel after the bars closed because CF’s pseudo boyfriend got a room there. He became a major douche at this point which verified my weird vibe I got from him earlier. He proceeded to get super drunk and insult every single one of us. He made some broad comments about how stupid East Coasters are and some other related bullshit.

On another crappy note. I don’t remember all of what he did because I had gotten super hammered. I ended up not feeling well, puking outside of the hotel, and had the Ex taking care of me. This was super nice of her considering she could have been out with Weasel who was probably not wasted off his ass and puking outside of a hotel.

I woke up in her bed the next morning. I swear to all of you bloggers nothing happened. I repeatedly thanked her for her kindness and offered her my washer/dryer for the day as well as lunch from Zaxby’s. She took me up on that offer.

So, although I had a good time with most of my friends, the actions of CF’s pseudo boyfriend, my super drunkeness and the lack of scandal made me kinda bummed as this week began. It’s hard to explain, but I just feel so old. I am so over all of that drunken drama. I’m tired of douche bag guys acting tough when drunk. I’m tried of the games people play when drunk. I’m tired of acting like I’m 21 every once in a while and puking outside of a hotel after drinking too much. I don’t know how to really explain myself clearly, but I’m just kinda bummed out by the whole weekend.
I know this journal was rambling and didn’t make much sense and I’m sorry for that. I kinda hoped by writing about the weekend I would feel better, but for once, I do not.

I feel like I’m at a plethora (double word score) of crossroads in my life and instead of choosing paths at each of these crossroads, I’m just laying in the middle, refusing to move. I don’t know where to go, what to do, what I want, or who I really want to be. And I feel like I am running out of time.

Of course there is the ever present battle between the old me and the new me going on. Thankfully, it feels like the new me has been winning out.

Ugh. Go read something more worthwhile. I apologize for wasting your time…


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The Post For No One

1. Why does my avatar change all the freakin time? Ugh.

2. I know I am opening myself up to all sorts of jokes here, but I have been getting TONS of freakin porn mail and not just any porn mail – porn mail referencing human-on-animal sex. Friggen Gross. Seriously, I’m the first to admit that I’ve been to some porn sites in my day, but NEVER anything like that, so why the hell am I getting these e-mails. Gross.

3. Interesting life event from Saturday night. The All-American was here and I hung out with him, Swan, and CF (now added to the About page) all night. We went to Mellow Mushroom where The All-American, Swan, and I added some new beers to our list and had some pizza. We also met up with the Avid Texter and her friend. We eventually parted ways with them and went to a bar that CF has been telling me about – Burn’s Alley.

I walk in and I’m immediately greeted by a band playing “Grey Street,” so I knew I was in an awesome place. The bar was really chill (my favorite kind). It was filled with games (including board games, oddly) and featured the bar’s own signature beer (which was yummy). All-in-all a good night.

The only odd thing occurred when I went to the bathroom. I walked by this attractive girl and almost ran into her because she was stumbling around. After narrowly avoiding her I enter the bathroom. There is a guy right behind me who makes some comment about the hot girl. Much to my dismay we drunkenly discuss the hot girl while peeing. As I’m about to leave the guy says, “Hey, I’m gonna take a bump before going back out there, you want one?” I politely declined before I could comprehend what I was just offered. Yup, I was offered some coke. Free coke. Apparently cokeheads are generous. Now I’ve known people who have tried coke, but was never offered it before. It was odd to say the least.

4. dmb just announced a SPRING TOUR!! YES!!! And they are coming to the Other Carolina! The shows are in April and I already put in my ticket request. However, I fully intend on selling those tickets once I buy ridiculously expensive third row or better seats like I had last year.


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I live out of a suitcase

My blog is nowherere near as witty and interesting as Bloggy McFlirtsalot and for that, I am sorry. Who am I apologizing to? My audience, that’s who – Bloggy and Shorty. Yea, my blog is still kinda “underground,” which is just another way of saying its uber-hip.

1. I went apartment hunting today. Usually this is a fun and exciting task. However, searching for a new place to live by yourself because your relationship just ended is somewhat depressing. It doesn’t help when every person who showed me an apartment asked why I was breaking my current lease. </emoness>

2. The Blackberry Storm launched on Friday and it was a crazy day. We were really busy and even had some freaks lined up outside our store at 7 am. Jerks. The phone is pretty sweet, but totally not worth showing up at Verizon Wireless before the sun rises.

3. I had Sunday off so I was able to partake in my favorite Fall activities – watching football in a bar/restaurant all day with friends. Usually we go to Buffalo Wild Wings or a similar place, but this time we opted for Mellow Mushroom. It’s a cool semi-chain pizza restaurant for hippies. They have all sorts of pizzas, calzones, salads and random snacks. The main draw for us was their so-called “Beer Club.” They have over 150 beers in their bar upstairs and if you would like to embrace your inner lush, you can join the beer club. You are given a swipe card that is swiped after every visit to the restaurant and every beer you tried is recorded. Once you have tried 50 different beers you get a hat (yippie!) and after the 100th beer you get a t-shirt, your own mug and a spot of their plaque. Who says I don’t have goals?
Needless to say, I only have 95 beers to go!

4. I came back to my apartment after another Giants victory to watch the disappointing 24 “movie.” I can’t wait for the real season to start. This two-hour crapfest did not feel like the show at all and I didn’t really like it.

5. My Thanksgiving should be slightly awkward and super fun at the same time. I will be spending it with the Ex, The All-American (friend from home who moved to near-by Charlotte), maybe one of the Ex’s girl friends, and my pup.

6. My mom found a (relatively) cheap flight home for Christmas! I quickly purchased the flight and I am very excited to say that I will not be missing the best holiday ever this year. I will fly home late on the 23rd and return to the Low Country Christmas night.


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The Shade of Poison Trees

In keeping with my underground theme to this journal, I will only use nicknames for all guilty parties who have the dishonor of being blathered about here. I cannot take full credit for this awesome nickname idea however. Credit belongs to Flirty McBlogsalot…or maybe its Bloggy McFlirtsalot…I haven’t decided. It’s still a work in progress, just like I hope the nickname she bestowed on me is.

I realize this all sounds very Grey’s Anatomy, but I swear it is unrelated. I have been doing the “Adjective-ending-in-‘y’-followed-by-McSomething-or-other” bit for years. In fact, this phenomena has been going on since about 2002 when a friend said: “What’s wrong Hangy McHangoverieston?” to me after a long night of drinking. That friend then giggled for about half an hour because they mistakenly said “Ovaries”. That friend shall remain nickname-less for the time being.

I think my name may be completely unheard of in the South…or at least viewed as sacrilegious. No one has ever made a big deal out of my name (despite my best efforts), but since I moved here so many people make comments about it.
“Who named you that?” and “Oh, and are you one?” are just a sampling. It’s strange. You would think my n name was Catholic or Jew. I love Southerners, but they are creepinme out with this name thing.

In addition to Christmas Day, I was lucky enough to get December 24th off as well. I didn’t even ask for it, which makes it even cooler. So, I have been looking at flights for a quick trip so I can see my family this year, but they are all so damn expensive. If I wasn’t about to break my lease, move into my own apartment and incur all the expenses that go along with those events, it may be more doable.

The Blackberry Storm comes out this Friday. I want.

I was walking my puppy the other day and it was DEAD quiet around the complex except for the slight wind blowing through the leafs. It was amazing. A ton of orange/red leaves were raining down around me and the pup. I love the fall. I can’t wait to get a new camera (finally) so I can take pictures of the incredible sights down here.

Okay, it’s emo time. For those not in the know – I am newly single. Although the term “hopelessly single” is more appropriate. The Ex and I broke up after months of issues. To keep it simple, we just lost the spark. I was willing to fight through it, she became fed up and ended it.

Sure break-ups suck, but this one has been rough. Neither of us is mad at the other so its hard to move on. We also have an apartment (and dog) together. Yea…

We are in the process of finding separate places but it is definitely putting a strain on our minds, hearts, and wallets. We don’t see each other much anymore as we have different work schedules and we try to keep busy with friends and errands when we could be home together.

Another big issue is the fact that about two-three weeks after breaking up, I start realizing there is some dude…um we’ll call him…Weasel McDoucheBag…WHAT? I AM being mature about this! Shut up.

Anyway, I notice Weasel McDoucheBagis constantly calling/texting The Ex. I also find out they are hanging out A LOT. Granted, it’s usually with a group, but still. After I realize this, a whole bunch of issues/arguments are spawned from it, which I will bore you with later.

The real reason I bring it up is because I want to know if I am being too much of a guy in the following situation. Is my ego getting in the way? Or do you all agree?

The Ex tells me the other day that Weasel McDoucheBag’s brother is supposedly a lawyer and he can help us get out of paying our Lease Termination fee. Now, if true, this would save me a nice chunk of change that I need. However, I completely refused to let her get McDoucheBag’s brother to help us. The Ex informs me I will never have to meet either guy and it would definitely help us out. I still refuse. I get heated and claim I’d rather pay the full termination fee by myself that accept his or his brother’s help. I later regret part of that last sentence.

Am I being stupid? Put yourself in my situation – would you want the help?

i haz a sad in mai hart place


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