10 Days to Live

No I am not dying. Today is the last day of my 10 day Thanksgiving break. Before this break, I planned on writing at least 3 blog posts, reading around 200 pages, and getting serious work done on a wiki project due this upcoming Friday. But I suffer from a very serious disorder called breakinitis which does not allow me to do ANY work during college school breaks. My nice little hometown vacation consisted of passing out on the couch, stuffing my belly on gourmet homemade food, playing with my newborn nephew, and catching up via brewskis with old buddies.

Overall, the break was pretty boring, but much needed. Why? Since there is not much to do over thanksgiving break, I get alot of time to collect my thoughts. For some strange reason, I learn alot about life during this time of the year. Last year during this break, a great friend and future roommate of mine named Tom Fromal lost his life in a freak car accident. After taking time to collect my thoughts, I finally realized how short and unpredictable life is and how I must live everyday of it like a Rockstar Dad. You see, the rockstar lives a wild life full of parties, women, and wild adventures. The dad protects, teaches, enlightens, role models, and thinks about the potential the future holds. If you understand my way of thinking, you can conclude that the two mixed together make a bad ass combo.

This years Thanksgiving break was quite eventful. And to yours and my own surprise, I was only trashed 3 of the 10 nights of the break (downed 14 bottles of St Pauli Girl on Thanksgiving Day). My vacation started with a wild two night booze-filled adventure to the Allegheny College of Meadville, PA to visit a good friend of mine. The wildness winded down as I came home and took the responsibility of entertaining my laboring pregnant sister, who would give birth to my Nephew a few days later. This gift of god had the amazing ability to call all of my family to one house on thanksgiving, as I was an uncle, cousin, brother, and son all at once. Instead of going out and getting SHWASTED, I was spending time with family I had not seen in years. All my little cousins were all grown up and the younger kids filled the roles we used to fill when we were their age as if it were a cycle of life. The cycle of life sure does move fast. Before you know it, 5 years will pass. When you finally realize that 5 years have passed, 25 years will then pass. And when you finally realize 25 years have passed... well you get the point. We must appreciate every second we have in this wacky movie we call life before it ends and the credits roll.

Red Rejection

I was in the 6^th grade. For 2 weeks, I was crushing hard on this cute little red head that had been in the neighboring classroom. I would see her frequently during class switches and DAMN did those inner butterflies flutter. I had told my closest friend at the time who also agreed that she was a bonified hot babe. So there we were, sitting at recess one day, discussing my affection for her, when another friend of ours came to join the conversation.  “Frank, you should ask her out. I think she likes you”, said friend #2 who, unknowingly to me at the time, was feeding me false hopes for his own entertainment.  Being naive and love struck, I absorbed his advice and words of motivation like a sponge as I commenced to pop the question. My heart began to race as I approached her. My palms were drenched in sweat and something inside my gut began to twitch uncontrollably. I probably should have listened to it. I approached her while she was sitting with one other friend, chatting about some form of girlishly nonsense. “Hey (Chick's Name), will you go out with me??” trembled the words of a little boy longing for romance but drenched in fear. She blushed. I stood there for 3 seconds of silence which seemed to last 3 years. “No I am sorry, I can’t.” Rejected. I did not know what to do. Was I supposed to cry? Was I supposed to laugh as if it were a joke? Or was I suppose to keep debating with her on why she should go out with me? I turned around and sat back down with my friends. To my surprise, over 20 people witnessed the show and began to question me if I seriously just asked her out and why. I felt like crying but I did not. I think it was because I really liked the attention. I liked the fact that an intense interest in the life of little scrawny Frank had sparked in the hearts, minds, and souls of my peers.  I may have been rejected. But I had built up the courage to do what many could not do in a million years. A few select people teased me on how I was rejected but I turned it into a joke and laughed it off with them. In class after lunch, my cute red head teacher had asked me in front of the entire class if the rumors were true, that I had been rejected and all. I replied with a question, “Miss B., will you go out with me?” The classroom at that point had exploded into an out roar of hyena laughs. I went from the reject to the funny reject. 

          To this day, I have explored all kinds of woman from all ethnic backgrounds, races, heights, weights, only one gender, and only those of the human species. But to this day, my success rate with red heads is close to 0%. They say that people long for things that they do not get enough of.  I am not saying I have some weird fetish for those of the firery hair colored genera. Maybe I just want to know, do the curtains match the carpet?

The Beginning: Why I Created This Blog

At some point in my life, I realized that different kinds of people come with different kinds of talents, skills and abilities. Some are amazing swimmers. Others can do 100 calculus problems in their heads. A few can control their emotions for the purpose of entertainment. One or two in this world can drink 119 beers in 6 hours (Andre the Giant).

What can I do? I have a number of talents, skills, and abilities. I have experienced all kinds of sports ranging from soccer and football to wrestling and diving. I have a horrendous shot in basketball but my defense game is unbreechable. My curiousity has lead me to activities of all sorts from the wild frat life, to even acting as a drunken mexican mobster in a school play. My job history is lengthy with variety, as I have worked at many places to include Wendy's, a tuxedo store, and even a summer camp. Call me a jack of all trades. My restlessness and short attention span has taken me has taken me on some WILD adventures, embarrassed me, gotten me into trouble, but has brewed up some outrageous stories that I feel the world should know.

Why a Blog? I have always hated blogs. I feel like 70% of the blogs on the internet are repetitive, sleep-inducing garbage. People rant about their day to day lives, their problems, the problems of the world (politics), their barbie doll collections, etc. It all sounds like the same shit if you ask me. Maybe I am wrong and do not read enough blogs. But all I knew was that I did not want to be one of them. A blogger. Never. Absolutely not. And as I sit here typing my first blog post, I do not see myself as a blogger. I am just a dude trying to tell some funny ass stories from my outrageous perspective of life. You might want to get with the program.