We meet again.

Lately i've noticed a trend of large breasted men. What I mean to say is that for whatever reason, maybe just that it's springtime, there have been a large number of shirtless men with large upper bodies around the campus. But why are they all so... busty?

There seems to be an air to these people that is different to that of us regular sized folks. Where some of us relax, watch tv, or study, these people spend hours upon hours at the gym. These are the guys that don't play any sport, but are simply "buff" for the sake of being "buff."

I'm digressing. It's easy to joke about these people, but their actions can say a lot about the rest of us. We are all human, and we all do things to let off a little steam. Whether you sit at home playing video games, work out at the gym, or masturbate to midget porn, we all have ritualized our lives to some degree.

In a way, I envy those people. Not for their muscles, but by how they (arrogantly) enjoy showing everyone what they enjoy doing. That is to assume that working out is primarially a way to relax or blow off steam. The point is, don't be afraid to be proud of what you do to blow off steam. Don't be afraid to admit that you play video games because it helps get your mind off of things.

Lemon Garlic Pasta with Chicken

Since the inception of this blog, I've used it as a place to write as a form of self-therapy. This is a place where I can go and let the world know how I feel about things without telling anyone. There's some appeal to a piece of writing being put online where you know that almost anyone, almost anywhere on the planet could read what I have to say.

This self-therapy is also why i've been absent form the interwebs for a little while. I started this blog as a way to vent to the entire human race about the beefs I held with it. Life is full of unexpected blessings and curses, but a lot of it is about if and how you notice them. Some things that have the potential to change your life might slip through your fingers without you even noticing them. Take for example the significant woman in my life over the past month and a half.

There are times in your life that pass you by so quickly that you only notice after the fact that you could have manipulated the situation to your advantage. You have to train yourself to learn from these times when you miss your chance. train yourself to notice opportunities for great things when they present themselves.

Living life to the fullest isn't about making due with what you've got, but taking what you can, and doing what you can with it. Learn to turn a second of your life into a life changing experience. Learn to take that one grain of sand, and turn it into that diamond in the rough.

Finals Week

The only thing worse than the holidays for depression is finals week. Take a 20 year old adolescent, who has been sheltered form the real world for his whole life, slap him with nearly sixty thousand dollars of debt, and give him a cumulative assessment of the past three years of his life. Call it seasonal depression, cabin fever, stress, or test anxiety; it all boils down to this young man over-exaggerating the influence that one semester will have on the rest of his life.

We have an over-caffeinated, under-rested child with nothing but stress on his mind. Throw on a whopping dose of self-doubt and you’ve got what most college kids turn into this time of year. There isn’t an easy escape from all of this stress, except to realize that the end is in sight. Count down the days, the hours, the minutes and the seconds until this hellish week is over.

The only advice I can give is this: Give it your damned best shot, in the end everything will turn out all right.