Song of the day: I Think We're Alone Now- Tommy James and the Shondels Movie phrase of the day: "I saw something nasty in the wood shed!"- Cold Comfort Farm Weapon of the day: Sticky lint roller- from Walgreens Book of the day: In the Deep Woods- Nicholas Conde Color of the day: Black or Red ( I can't decide) Fantasy of the day: I remember the kisses in the hallways.... Word of the day: Dingle (They tricked me in scrabble! I could've won if only they wouldn't have lied about dingle...) Dance move of the day: Shimmy Restaurant of the day: Taco Bell Sport of the day: Football (even though football players are wimps and pansies...) Disease of the day: Sports fanaticism Singer of the day: Olivia Newton-John Electronic device of the day: Microwaves Musical Instrument of the day: Bagpipes
So we met her new boyfriend at the party.
“This is Charlie. He’s in the band.”
“So Charlie, what instrument do you play?”
In a hoarse voice he answered, “I do back ground vocals.”
Turned out, he’s the screamer in the band.
How would you like to be known as the screamer for a band? Metal bands like to have screaming in their music, but I found out that some bands have one person who is their “screamer.” They prefer to be called a vocalist, but we all know what they’re actually doing. They are destroying their voices to further help teenagers rebel against their parents by listening to what their mother’s would call “demon worshiping” music. It’s all in the screaming. I am not completely against screaming in music, but most of the time it gets on my nerves. So if that’s your dream to be the “screamer” in a band, go for it. But I would take a second to consider the consequences. Do you really want to learn sign language when you turn thirty because you’ve destroyed your vocal chords to the point of being completely mute for the rest of your life? Happy screaming!
(The short conversation at the top is fictional. Any similarities to actual persons or boyfriends are pure coincidence.)
That’s the latest selling phrases for the Blackberry. Apparently, you can do whatever you love with the Blackberry such as write amazing rock songs or learn urban dance moves…wait, those commercials didn’t make any sense. Computer phones can’t do that…
Wouldn’t you love to do what you love? In life, we try to figure out what we love and if we are lucky enough to find out what that is, we try to pursue it. Pursuing the dream. In college we try to get a degree in whatever field will be closest to that thing we love, and once we have the degree we find out that thing we loved isn’t all it was cracked up to be. Especially when it was a corner office, because sorry bud but you have to work your way up from the mailroom. Not every one knows Michael J Fox’s secret to success.
So now you’re stuck in this job that you don’t love. You either have to suck it or leave your job to move in with your parents, mooching off of their love for you until the day they die of a heart attack while they’re screaming at you to learn to deal with life and get out.
What if what you really wanted was just to get married and have babies and live happily ever after? What if for most of your childhood you believed that you would most likely be married by the time you were 20 and now you’re 22 and haven’t even been on a date? What if the field you’ve been studying in for the past 3 years isn’t what you want to do anymore because you’re passion was being over shined by the vision of something grand and now it’s been uncovered only to be realized as something you could never live off of?
I’m glad I haven’t realized what I love yet. That would be confusing.
