“Gotta be fuckin’ crazy”

So last Tuesday, guess what I did?

If you guessed “skipped out on all responsibilities and enjoyed the day and acted like a 12 year old” you would be perfectly right.

Robin suggested that her Greg and I go to the Bansh for lunch and I decided that I was gonna have a “liquid” lunch, so yea I ended up getting kinda drunk at around noon. This led to Robin and Greg getting jealous so we all decided to cancel the rest of our class, grab a couple of beers and head to the local cider mill where we spent the next two hours just BS’ing about life, the universe, and everything. Then we called Ange, got her to ignore some responsibilities and she came over after Robin left and hung with Greg and I. Then Louie and Jack came over and we all just watched movies and bs’d and it was great, just a perfect day.

Sorry it almost took a week to get that story up here but I have been busy, but that story needed to be told.

All-Hallow’s Eve

I went as a Taco Bell worker.

We were gonna hit up the local Scranton bars till Louie and I got kicked out of everyone for our cracked licenses which is total crap if you ask me.

So what were we to do, we are all 21 or 22 and we wont see Halloween on a Friday until we are way to old to enjoy it, how do we handle this?

GO TO PHILLY!!

So about 10 o’clock we packed the car(Greg Jack Louie and myself) and headed to the city of brotherly love where we met with a kegger, a DJ, and shots of Jager and a warm reception by the whole crew down there.

We partied at lou’s old place “old school” till 1 or so and then hit the streets with a few brews and a bottle of 99 bananas till 5:30 AM when Greg and I left for home. During that time I prophesized with James about women and our parallel lives, louie beat some kid up, talked on my phone with the girls and C way to much, and just had a blast with the guys and the crew from philly(props to James and Stumanji for the good times).

As I said greger and I left for home about 5:30 and the whole way we chatted up about our current situations in life and our feelings about them. Then we fuckin’ rocked about Eminem for about an hour which is great at getting you pumped up about kickin ass in life.

Confidence

I used to be a prick, I mean really, I gave people hell and didn’t give a shit about it. If you didn’t like me, fuck you.

Then I changed, and I think I got too nice. I am everyone’s best friend, even people I don’t like. I didn’t think I changed but I did.

So what am I doin’? I’m trin to find the happy medium. If you think I don’t like you, you’re probably right and I’m gonna aim to help you realize that.

It’s not that I wanna be a total prick again, but I don’t wanna be the nice guy either, they really do finish last.

I wanna take chances again.

I blame my niceness on the fact that I got way too fat. Seriously 65 pounds ago I was the sweetest fatman you could meet. Everyone loved good ol’ harmless Scottie. I actually heard a girl tell me she felt bad for me when she heard someone I hate talk to me, like he was insulting me to face in such a sly way that I looked bad for not cold-decking him. Fuck that.

I’m sorry but being nice gets you nowhere. In the past 2 years I’ve been more stagnant than ever. It’s nobody’s fault. I’m still hard enough that I won’t let anybody give me shit, but I stopped handing out shit like it was my job. Fuck that.

I believe the best motivation comes from within, I stopped losing weight, I am afraid to pursue relationships, I am too worried about “what may happen”. Fuck That.

I am not gonna stop, I know I’m the best. If you don’t like me, good. ‘Cause I still don’t give a fuck.