It's been days, weeks, and even months since the last time I took a stab at this internet blog. Truth be told, I had nothing to talk about. I became a working man. Working for one of Long Island's largest medical companies in ProHealth as a mail clerk. It isn't necessarily the direction I was looking for after I graduated (with honors) from the New York Institute of Technology with a Bachelor's Degree in Communication Arts in the Television/Radio Production Program...but with a struggling economy and a cut throat industry (media) in the number one market in all of the United States (New York City) it makes my life a lot tougher to continue on that path of success, so I settled for this. My daily work requires me to drive over 100 miles to the different branches picking up and dropping off mail, supplies, and specimens. Yes, I do kill my car and I no longer drive in my leisure time but on the brightside my co-workers and even my boss have been great. Raunchy at times, yes. But I don't hate work at all. Just the constant wear and tear on my own car. I don't plan on being there forever but with a vacation in March to Europe, I need money. The currency rate is not in my favor so the more money I have now, the more "fun" I can have in Amsterdam. The more excitement I can have in Dublin. The more historical teachings I can learn in London.
So while driving around 500 miles a week, I have A LOT of time to myself. I have listened to more music thanks to Pandora. Most notably Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile. If you really know me then you would know I am not a Nine Inch Nails fan. I think they're just okay. Well these past couple of months, I really learned to appreciate Mr. Reznor's work. I often get flack for listening to a lot of pop music. And I will admit I know nothing about music. I don't listen to lyrics unless the music sounds awesome. If the song sounds awesome then I'm a fan. So getting back on track, the feel that NIN tries to capture using different effects, the tempo and overall constructing of the tracks is really remarkable.
Outside of the music I write things down to help me remember what I was thinking about so I can actually write it down for the livejournal community to see. Mostly my list consists of wrestling related topics, namely what TNA is doing horribly horrible wrong, but I'll talk about one topic that I wrote down one day and I would like to comment on it. This being "the real world"
Some years back Greg-X would go on tangents about "this real world". Maybe because he graduated from college and had a big boy job that brought him up to this new level. Or maybe he thought he felt he was in a completely different phase in his life than everybody else. I'm not really too sure. Now before I continue, this is NOT an attack on him. I was still in school and things were crazy back then so I wasn't sure what he meant. I also hear this from other people to about this real world. So like I mentioned, I graduated from school and looked for a job. Got a job. Okay, terrific. So now here is me driving from Lake Success to Glen Cove to Hicksville to Oceanside...nobody to talk to but just me and the open road. So I'm thinking...thinking.....and I thought to myself....I can fully understand where people would get this "real world" idea but it also makes it sound like it's a completely different world to live on. What I felt is that all the real world is, is the same world. The world we all live and breath on but +more responsibilities. No more health insurance, bills and taxes....what if I want to get married? Kid? Kids? Ooops! Your pregnant?
Then again I took that one step further and said..isn't the real world in those places that are less fortune where you actually need the land near you to be healthy so you can be healthy? If you brake your leg, health insurance is a fantasy and you just have to go to some guy who was taught how to do this by the village elder. I much rather enjoy living in this Long Island fantasy world.
Away from all that jazz, Me and Bryn passed our 3 year anniversary and things haven't slowed down. She is one of the few people who have met my father and is the only person that isn't a family member to hangout with both of my parents at the same time which alone speaks volumes.
My creativity is in full-force. I would really LOVE if someone actually taught me the piano/keyboard.
And to Rahul...yes I got your nudge. That was further incentive for me to write.
I want to write more, but I don't want to blow my wad.
mood:  uncomfortable music: Walls Of Jericho - 1: 43 Am |
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