Switching It Up

How many blogs does a boy need?

If anyone out there actually follows me, know this:

I've moved on. The 310 is no longer my hood, and thus, I felt it necessary to start fresh. Try something new. My acceptance to TFA has spawned a new avenue for sharing my thoughts and experiences, so find me at: 

ARelentlessQuest.blogspot.com

HOPE TO BLOG YOU THERE!!!

My last...

"Farewell my sweet,

Well the time that was coming, 

The road has begun to move beneath my feet. 

Good things come to an end. 

I hope through the pain, 

The heartache and strain we can still remain friends."

Fitting, I haven't blogged in over a month and nearly fifty days before graduation. For, on my last night in Malibu, as I lay here on the Pointe couch--a place where I've spent so many nights over the past year--I'm overwhelmed with feelings of sadness, contentment, and denial. Call me emotional, but never could I picture the day that I would be leaving the "27 Miles of Scenic Beauty" with a degree from Pepperdine and some of the most important people known to my functioning existence as a human being...

...that day is tomorrow.

50 Nights...

Now that Spring Break is over, and graduation is staring me in the face, I finally mustered the motivation to write my first real song. While I've been trying for quite some time, nothing seemed to flow and to be honest, I was just embarrassed by the way they would turn out--sappy, cliche, emo (insert another undesirable adjective). It's not quite perfected, but hopefully by this Friday it'll be performable at our 50 Nights Till Graduation Party...hope to see you there.

Shea

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today...

In reference to a previous post, I have come to realize that Philadelphia is "cool, but not for me."  Instead, New York City has so thoroughly blown my mind that I cannot wait to pack up and move.

 Thanks to those who helped me fully encounter the East:

• Landi: rep that MSU hoodie till death...thanks to you and Maryann for the hospitality.
• Firm: I think I have your watch. Thanks for sharing your sister's massive West Village pad. I owe you for coat checks and cab rides.
• Mr. Simmerman: your Wikipedia knowledge is vast and your future in NYC bus tours is bright. Keep spreading the love. See you in Feb.
• AJ: Thanks to you and your family for that pizza dinner...next year we will be dinning at Ray's.
• Sheets: Tell Mama Carroll thanks again for the chow and the toddy!
• The Philly R5 Conductor: Without that free ride that got me home, I may have been slain on the streets of Phila.
• France: The Statue of Liberty. It's real, and I thank you.

You'll Be the Death of Me...

I gotta watch my shows.

And as if I didn't have too many to follow as it is, True Blood is my new pick thanks to the glories of On-Demand television. Although initially I couldn't wrap my mind around why anyone would choose to waste 52 minutes of their lives every Sunday watching a series about mythical creatures, I have since come to appreciate the raw thought and creativity that go into each episode. Yes, it's raw. Nudity, graphic language, and adult content.  But that's life and by golly, I'm an adult. Delving into issues of racial discrimination, substance addiction,  and relationship problems, True Blood doesn't fall short of providing real life application AND sheer entertainment.

Looks like I'll be wasting 624 minutes of my Christmas Vacation catching up on the Golden Globe nominated first season.

Thou shalt not crave thy neighbor. 

(note: my last post was very emo)

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This is what I know...

Things are rough.

Life is hard.

A good song is a good friend.

Thanksgiving Day BROS...

In the past four years, never have I been home for Turkey Day. And while at times I wish this could be different, the day on which we give thanks has--in the past--produced some pretty unforgettable times.

2005: Heen and Tooth flung their bodies down to LA for some wild times in the back of Steve. LAPD, Captain Mo, and some $100 seatbelt tickets--not to mention the waitress at the hookah bar.

2006: Another interesting Holiday spent away from the family...this time, about 6,000 miles away (obviously a rough--and uneducated--estimate). While studying abroad, me and a few friends decided to trek up north for the long weekend; Norway our destination of choice. We hung at the Olympic Village, played some Hearts, and feasted on rice cakes and peanut butter for a memorable Thanksgiving meal.

2007: As a more traditional Thanksgiving, I met my Mom, Dad, and brother in San Diego to share the day together. We ended up having dinner at Jesse's girlfriend's sister's house. Nothing wild. Drinks. Board games. Surf. 

2008 (tomorrow): The bros are coming! The bros are coming!

Tooth, Heen, Soj (in spirit) and Pulse be coming to Malibu to celebrate the festivities...

Still, as a time to reflect on the things we are thankful for, the majority of us say that our friends and family are what we cherish most. This being the case, I cannot begin to express how grateful I am for the times spent (both at home and abroad) with my bros and the fam...the people that keep me going.

Happy Turkey Day.

Eat. Drink. Be Merry. Give Thanks.