Wait! Until I come back to your side, we'll forget the tears we cried.

So I went to get a haircut and I read this article in GQ called "The Best Advice I Ever Got" and it had a bunch of stories from different guys relating the best advice they ever got (duh!) and one of them really hit me.

The guys story goes something like this: He was dating this girl and she moved 300 miles away from him. Well he heard through the grapevine that she was dating another guy at the same time and he "had no other choice but to go nuclear" about the whole thing. He devised a scheme to win her heart only for him, he was gonna buy two-dozen roses for her and even if the other guy got her flowers he surely would only get a dozen and thus seem cheap compaired to his 2 dozen.

The night before the flowers were to be delieved he went to the bar and ended up telling this story to a burnt out surfer. After the story was told he asked the surfer if he thinks his plan will work and the surfer respond something like this, "It doesn't matter, if she likes you she will love the flowers and be glad you sent her something. If she doesn't like you the gift will freak her out and you will end up looking bad in her eyes, maybe even worse than before. The point is, it doesn't matter what you do she either loves you or she doesn't."

Really some great advice that almost no one follows, love doesn't need to be worked on (at least in the beginning) it should just work.

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Summer Breeze Makes Me Feel Fine

Summer truly is my favorite time of year. I love it much more than others, in my opinion. I would much rather it to be so hot I can barely move than below 70, that’s just me. This summer, thus far is one of my best.

I’m sitting here now, in the “summer breeze” on my front porch with my laptop and my wireless internet with a busted up finger (thanks to Fayo and his swarming defense for that one), with thoughts of going for a jog in my head, and I am so content. For the most part this is what I wanted my life to be like as I’m approaching 22. By no means am I “set” for the next year or even the next week, but it’s all within reach: 3 semisters left of college, starting to write “real” programs, the best set of friends a guy can get, porch furniture, and a towel (the most important thing someone can ask for).

Fame, Ain’t it a Bitch?

Jeff, if you didn’t know, is one of my best friends, we hang out at least 5 days a week and we have our own secret club. It doesn’t have a name but I will name it now……uuummm…”L.M^2”(L-M-Squared). See we end up driving around and listening to the radio and a horribly lame song will come on (as it always does) and we will both let it play for a few seconds then kind of look at each other with this “man this song is lame” look then begin to rock out, turn the volume up, and sing our hearts out. Yes, we have a sick, sad, perverted relationship with lame music and it loves us back. Oh yea, the club stands for “Lame Music Monthly”, I was thinking of making it “Lame Music Lovers” but I really wanted to use “squared” in the abbreviation of the club because that’s pretty cool.

Current Lame Song: Jason Mraz: The Remedy