Sunday, February 26, 2012
It's Been Awhile.
Procrastinating, that's what I'm doing. I just figured I would write a little entry to update all of my hardcore followers on how I'm doing (Currently I have 0 followers). There isn't much to tell to be honest with you everything has begun to work out for me. I've got great friends, my twitter is funny, and I found instagram. I got into college, quit dominos, and my family suprisingly has no drama. Life as it appears is going well. I am going to try to write on this more (try does not mean promise). I hope to use this like a public diary so people can get immediate access on ways to make funny. Oh I forgot to mention I am no longer, "Zach's friend" but known as "Nick." It's awesome. This is, has been, and will continue to be, My Life in Words.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
It's Almost April?
Ugh, so I've been doing alot of panting recently. I should probably clarify that, what I mean is that it is lacrosse season and apparently I am as out of shape this year as I was last year. My coach is great though just a very supportive man here is a quick excerpt from a conversation we had in front of the whole team;
"Nick are you playing defense?" (Coach)
"I was considering it, why?"
"Well you can't really move your feet, and your stick skills are too good"
Now my interpretation is that he doesn't like me. Mainly because he started with the insult, and then added something quickly to try and counter the hurtful message that had just been delivered. Also because for the first few days he had no clue what my name was. I truly was "hey you." But overall I don't blame him. I can't take lacrosse seriously. I've tried but I always remember that it is lacrosse. For example, we were doing a drill and I dropped the ball over by the coaches. I proceeded to bow and pick up the ball saying 14-15 "excuse me"s to 3 coaches.
For my next anecdote I need to explain that I'm slow. Plain and simple slow. Actually some one asked me today if I was new to the activity of running. (In my defense I have not ran the fastest I can all season because again it is lacrosse). So today we were doing this drill where basically the big kids hit the little kids and everyone laughs. But anywho we were on the line and the ball went out so I did what anyone would do I turned on the jets (more like the propellers on those little beanie hats....ya not much power) The kid who actually got the ball was much faster and I proceeded to chase after him (technically I was chasing him even if I was gaining no ground and it looked like I was running backwards) screaming "I'm gunna catch him I'm gunna catch him" because as always that whole say it till its true plan was working so well. The coach saw me and then rolled his eyes at me.
So basically I learned I need to run faster. But this is was and will be, My Life in Words.
"Nick are you playing defense?" (Coach)
"I was considering it, why?"
"Well you can't really move your feet, and your stick skills are too good"
Now my interpretation is that he doesn't like me. Mainly because he started with the insult, and then added something quickly to try and counter the hurtful message that had just been delivered. Also because for the first few days he had no clue what my name was. I truly was "hey you." But overall I don't blame him. I can't take lacrosse seriously. I've tried but I always remember that it is lacrosse. For example, we were doing a drill and I dropped the ball over by the coaches. I proceeded to bow and pick up the ball saying 14-15 "excuse me"s to 3 coaches.
For my next anecdote I need to explain that I'm slow. Plain and simple slow. Actually some one asked me today if I was new to the activity of running. (In my defense I have not ran the fastest I can all season because again it is lacrosse). So today we were doing this drill where basically the big kids hit the little kids and everyone laughs. But anywho we were on the line and the ball went out so I did what anyone would do I turned on the jets (more like the propellers on those little beanie hats....ya not much power) The kid who actually got the ball was much faster and I proceeded to chase after him (technically I was chasing him even if I was gaining no ground and it looked like I was running backwards) screaming "I'm gunna catch him I'm gunna catch him" because as always that whole say it till its true plan was working so well. The coach saw me and then rolled his eyes at me.
So basically I learned I need to run faster. But this is was and will be, My Life in Words.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Challenges
Life is difficult. There is no other way to describe it. There will always be bumps in the road, that is just the way it is. How a person takes those bumps, defines them. Do you take the bump and turn it into a jump? Do you turn it into a positive? Or are you like the many who fall and rather than get back up, stay down and let life keep them there? I have always tried to turn them into positives, no whether or not I have succeeded in that task is another story.
In my life I have never like taking free handouts. (One reason I would suck as a homeless person) It is not because I have anything against charity, or the idea. But I like earning what I get and knowing what I have is rightfully mine and no one can tell me I don't deserve it. Now with that being said I've taken a few things that I may not have worked hard enough for. For example, my car. Over the summer I worked a job at a golf course. Up at 5 a.m. working in the 95 degree heat, cutting grass, weed whacking, cleaning stream, taking the trash out of barrels by hand. Over the summer I was DETERMINED to earn money so I could get my self a car. I didn't want anything crazy just something I could say I earned and was mine. In my efforts I isolated myself from all my friends. I didn't go to parties because I had to be up at 5 and I didn't think I could handle everything. I ended up missing what they said was the best summer they ever had. But at the time I figured it was worth it when I had a car because I could join in. Anyway I ended up going on vacation with my dad and my mom surprised me with a 2007 Toyota Corolla (a step up from the 1995s I was looking at on craigslist). I was ecstatic, but already felt a little guilty because I had not earned the money for the car. I put up a quarter of the money and agreed to pay for gas and what not. But I to this day feel like it is not "mine" and rightfully so. And again I am faced with a dilemma.
My mother has become engaged to a man and we are moving into a HUGE new house. Now this man has worked hard his entire life to make the money to buy this house. I have not. My mom told me that it was mine and I was entitled to live in it because she was marrying him and I was her son. (Very asinine in my mind) But now as we approach D-Day I cant help but to feel more and more guilty. I don't know what to do. That is by far one of the scariest parts. I am saying I don't know about something in my life. It's not some stupid fact but my life. I just hope I can figure it out because this has been, is, and is going to be, My Life in Words.
In my life I have never like taking free handouts. (One reason I would suck as a homeless person) It is not because I have anything against charity, or the idea. But I like earning what I get and knowing what I have is rightfully mine and no one can tell me I don't deserve it. Now with that being said I've taken a few things that I may not have worked hard enough for. For example, my car. Over the summer I worked a job at a golf course. Up at 5 a.m. working in the 95 degree heat, cutting grass, weed whacking, cleaning stream, taking the trash out of barrels by hand. Over the summer I was DETERMINED to earn money so I could get my self a car. I didn't want anything crazy just something I could say I earned and was mine. In my efforts I isolated myself from all my friends. I didn't go to parties because I had to be up at 5 and I didn't think I could handle everything. I ended up missing what they said was the best summer they ever had. But at the time I figured it was worth it when I had a car because I could join in. Anyway I ended up going on vacation with my dad and my mom surprised me with a 2007 Toyota Corolla (a step up from the 1995s I was looking at on craigslist). I was ecstatic, but already felt a little guilty because I had not earned the money for the car. I put up a quarter of the money and agreed to pay for gas and what not. But I to this day feel like it is not "mine" and rightfully so. And again I am faced with a dilemma.
My mother has become engaged to a man and we are moving into a HUGE new house. Now this man has worked hard his entire life to make the money to buy this house. I have not. My mom told me that it was mine and I was entitled to live in it because she was marrying him and I was her son. (Very asinine in my mind) But now as we approach D-Day I cant help but to feel more and more guilty. I don't know what to do. That is by far one of the scariest parts. I am saying I don't know about something in my life. It's not some stupid fact but my life. I just hope I can figure it out because this has been, is, and is going to be, My Life in Words.
Before I Continue
Hello everyone,
The goal of this blog is to enlighten people on me. I will always try to entertain and be amusing. But there will be serious posts. I am going to tell you the truth. If your not interested then don't read but I am going to write it. I am not going to stop because this is, My Life in Words.
Yours Truly,
Nick
The goal of this blog is to enlighten people on me. I will always try to entertain and be amusing. But there will be serious posts. I am going to tell you the truth. If your not interested then don't read but I am going to write it. I am not going to stop because this is, My Life in Words.
Yours Truly,
Nick
Monday, January 31, 2011
The True Potential
A few weeks ago in my English class we were reading the great american masterpiece, "Death of a Salesman" by Arthur Mitchell. My teacher began saying how in moments of high emotion the characters would reach a poetic level and how it shows the fictional nature. This has been bugging me for quite sometime and tonight I realized he was wrong.
Things people have said to me stick with me more than things that I have read. Sure "etu Brute" or whatever but overall it has been what people say to me in person. Tonight my music teacher and I were discussing the discovery of music and how it would have to have been the perfect accident. He said something that I will not soon forget, "music is so pathetically human". Now this seems very mundane but the way he said it and the conviction he had made me stop and think. I think people are afraid, everyone has the potential to be a poet but in our society it is shunned upon.
Now I don't just through this out there I have a few facts to back it up. We don't all get the chance to express ourselves fully. If the world could hear some of our thoughts then the world would be much more musical and romantic. Who knows what someone would say next when the blush and say "or whatever" or "nevermind." We don't all get the chance to have an Al Pacino moment, like in "Scent of a Women." But if you did, you had that moment, all eyes on you, and you could let your heart out. The words could flow out like a beautiful paintings. Like it had already been scripted before. The world and the ears of people could be your canvas. Poems and feelings are what makes us human. I challenge you to try, before you blush let it out, go for it.
I have tried to be poetic, because this is, was, and will be, My Life in Words.
Things people have said to me stick with me more than things that I have read. Sure "etu Brute" or whatever but overall it has been what people say to me in person. Tonight my music teacher and I were discussing the discovery of music and how it would have to have been the perfect accident. He said something that I will not soon forget, "music is so pathetically human". Now this seems very mundane but the way he said it and the conviction he had made me stop and think. I think people are afraid, everyone has the potential to be a poet but in our society it is shunned upon.
Now I don't just through this out there I have a few facts to back it up. We don't all get the chance to express ourselves fully. If the world could hear some of our thoughts then the world would be much more musical and romantic. Who knows what someone would say next when the blush and say "or whatever" or "nevermind." We don't all get the chance to have an Al Pacino moment, like in "Scent of a Women." But if you did, you had that moment, all eyes on you, and you could let your heart out. The words could flow out like a beautiful paintings. Like it had already been scripted before. The world and the ears of people could be your canvas. Poems and feelings are what makes us human. I challenge you to try, before you blush let it out, go for it.
I have tried to be poetic, because this is, was, and will be, My Life in Words.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Welcome to Hell
Ahh a new semester, it is filled with the hope and promise of better grades more effort and that wonderful cash given to you by those proud relatives. The first few days are great. But if you are like me and countless other kids after the first 3 days the old habits return. I have found myself saying things like "well only 87 days to go, the three hundreds I got should boost my grade the rest of the semester." And of course the quarter comes to a close, and I am in trouble. Anyway thats the intro to the wonderful story I am about to dive into.
Now I am not "the smartest" kid in the world, but I am certainly not dumb. I am currently taking honors spanish 4. Some more backstory I have not taken a spanish class for an entire year (ya 12 months I counted). But on tuesday I spent 84 minutes smiling and nodding as my teacher talked in spanish at i'd say a good 3-4000 words a second (or at least thats how it sounded). Today was no different unfortunately, and it is very hard for me to hide from teachers (being so good looking and all). So I was forced to answer some questions where my answers were not even close to what she was asking me. At the end of the period we were allowed to begin our homework. She came around and asked me how I was doing, I responded by saying, "Great, if your definition of great is horrible." She then proceeded to tell me I should consider dropping that class. So I may be in the market for a new EF block class. Anyway I just thought I would share that with you, while I pray for the snow to cancel school.
Well this is just one of my many stories, stay tuned because this is going to be, My Life in Words.
Now I am not "the smartest" kid in the world, but I am certainly not dumb. I am currently taking honors spanish 4. Some more backstory I have not taken a spanish class for an entire year (ya 12 months I counted). But on tuesday I spent 84 minutes smiling and nodding as my teacher talked in spanish at i'd say a good 3-4000 words a second (or at least thats how it sounded). Today was no different unfortunately, and it is very hard for me to hide from teachers (being so good looking and all). So I was forced to answer some questions where my answers were not even close to what she was asking me. At the end of the period we were allowed to begin our homework. She came around and asked me how I was doing, I responded by saying, "Great, if your definition of great is horrible." She then proceeded to tell me I should consider dropping that class. So I may be in the market for a new EF block class. Anyway I just thought I would share that with you, while I pray for the snow to cancel school.
Well this is just one of my many stories, stay tuned because this is going to be, My Life in Words.
Monday, January 24, 2011
More Formal!
Hello! My last post I realized was not much of an introduction to who I actually am. So why would you want to read what he had to say? Well I sure would not have been interested! But, where to begin? How about at the beginning!
I am a 17 year old kid who has had a hard time understanding the world around himself. I recently realized I was living a "charade". I pretended like I understand why people acted the way they do, but as I have come to learn I have no idea. That age old advice to "just be yourself" has seemed to have been swept away in this world we live. With inventions like Xbox live, and Facebook we have discovered new and easier ways to hide ourselves from the world. It's easy. Make a profile where there are no background checks and you can be whoever you want to. I will admit I made a fake Facebook for a man named Zach Zuy in order to cheat at Mob Wars, but that's as far as I've gone. I have never had the urge to be someone else. Ya there are parts of me I don't like, some examples being my work habits, my weight, and my seemingly inescapable optimism. But I have always looked past those and lived so far.
My mom has referred to me as a pessimist, but I think I am an optimist. I am always looking for the good in humanity and in people (even though sometimes it is not there). I do have pessimistic views however, like most people. One of them being how people are perceived in society. I know how people are different at home compared to school, work, and life in general. I have had to deal with a lot of bullshit this past few years, and even though I can put on a smile in school and at work, at home its much more difficult. (I won't bore you with the details of my home life, I'm sure it will come up).
Anyways I am no saint. I have hid behind an exterior and put up my fair share of defenses. But in the last month while attempting to live my life who I am all the time I have realized things. Some I did a while ago but now the pieces are fitting in place like a jig saw puzzle. But now like the expression when one door close another opens. My discoveries have lead to new questions. So come with me and we can explore people. This is going to be, My Life in Words.
I am a 17 year old kid who has had a hard time understanding the world around himself. I recently realized I was living a "charade". I pretended like I understand why people acted the way they do, but as I have come to learn I have no idea. That age old advice to "just be yourself" has seemed to have been swept away in this world we live. With inventions like Xbox live, and Facebook we have discovered new and easier ways to hide ourselves from the world. It's easy. Make a profile where there are no background checks and you can be whoever you want to. I will admit I made a fake Facebook for a man named Zach Zuy in order to cheat at Mob Wars, but that's as far as I've gone. I have never had the urge to be someone else. Ya there are parts of me I don't like, some examples being my work habits, my weight, and my seemingly inescapable optimism. But I have always looked past those and lived so far.
My mom has referred to me as a pessimist, but I think I am an optimist. I am always looking for the good in humanity and in people (even though sometimes it is not there). I do have pessimistic views however, like most people. One of them being how people are perceived in society. I know how people are different at home compared to school, work, and life in general. I have had to deal with a lot of bullshit this past few years, and even though I can put on a smile in school and at work, at home its much more difficult. (I won't bore you with the details of my home life, I'm sure it will come up).
Anyways I am no saint. I have hid behind an exterior and put up my fair share of defenses. But in the last month while attempting to live my life who I am all the time I have realized things. Some I did a while ago but now the pieces are fitting in place like a jig saw puzzle. But now like the expression when one door close another opens. My discoveries have lead to new questions. So come with me and we can explore people. This is going to be, My Life in Words.
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