Life after that zombie business..I mean life after the University of Wyoming

What is life after college?

I am reduced to tons of free time. Which, I love a lot. I haven't felt this free since I was in elementary school.
Aw yeah!
I came home to the Simpons and all the cartoons I could watch.
It was great.

Now, life after college so far is pretty good. But at some point I have to sack up and get a job.
Hopefully, sack up got your attention.

If not you're on the wrong page.
Continuing on we see me on the computer typing this blog.
What happened today:

I had to cancel my trip to San Fran. The weather is going to be shit. Yes, going to be because that is all the internet is talking about. That and the really horrific tragedy in Newton, Connecticut. So sad for those parents, falcuty and community as a whole.

Played some Fifa 13 on the 360. Oh I won my fantasy quarter final game. I jump into the semi-finals for the first time in my fantasy season.

Making more plans to go back to Cali. Gotta figure out the plan and also get the plane ticket.

Looking for some particular items that I need.

More planning for my Miami trip.

Super happy to have some good food and be home.

I am going to be home for Christmas and Christmas eve. I feel being with the family is invaluable.

Uh....the time spent with family should be cherished. Fuck, I already said that.

Oh I am amped for some college football games this season. I am hoping Bama and the SEC reign come to an end. Notre Dame is underrated in this game. Their defense is very stout and they are not #1 in the country for no reason. They beat a great Stanford team in OT. I personally think that Stanford won that game but who is counting?

Hope everyone has a great Christmas and happy New year!

Bitch I got my swagger back

Can one lose swagger?
Yeah?
I guess one can.

I always have carried myself the only way I know how.

Get money
Get paid.
No that could be a farce.

I am just sayin I carry myself with tons of confidence.
Even the way I walk echoes a bad ass.
I am not being arrogant but observant.

A girl a couple years a go told me she knew who I was from my walk.
What the fuck? Really? That astounded me then but now it is amazing.
Apparently, my posture is getting stiffer and with that improved.
I am happy for it.

So yeah I got swagger.
Swagger can just carry you through multiple situations.
I feel confident basically every day.
And no I am not Kenny Powers and piss excellence.
I am still humbled.
I think I picked up my swagger from community college.
I got way into hats and let them take over. It was 59 Fifty or bust for me. Then I developed a sense of style and went from there.
Then the swagger just followed me.

Peace
Ya'll
-V

Title optional....why? Is it because there are a boatload of Self help books

Optimism is a beautiful word don't you think?

So why do I type? What is on my mind? Wouldn't you like to know? Or maybe you are like who the fuck is this guy and why is he typing?

Either way if I am insane at least I am having fun. Often I look at this crude idea of normality and does it exist?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I felt like typing that  because people are going to freak. Well, in some crazy way the three fucks are for complete absurd ism. Do I prescribe to this theory? No. But as I have seen the movie I heart Huckabees it is an incredible movie about different philosophies and maybe ideologies.

Nobody ever likes the staleness of life so why live in pure boringness? Okay, where is this all going?
I have no idea.
Have you ever played with a paper boat when you were younger? Yes, you the one that is reading my writings. Have you? Well, why don't you become the paper boat and flow down the stream of life.

I am listening to Lamb of God's Omerta. Suddenly, the track changes to a different Lamb of God song 'Walk with me in hell.'

Picture that boat going down the current of life not stopping for branches or anything else. Picture you are the boat and nothing will stop you.
I have read three self-help books and came up with this. They don't take into account God. It is good and well. If you get offended or some how scared I am talking about religion fuck off! I can talk about whatever there are plenty of other writings to occupy yourself. Go fucking masturbate if you so choose, just follow me a bit. It all makes sense. I know that is a comforting word for you. Therefore, if these three books Awaken the Giant by Anthony Robbins, and the other books The Secret and what was the other one? I forgot the damn name. They just skip God entirely. It is good that you can believe in yourself as much as you want. I am sorry folks but in my opinion God is important. Then again I am a non-denominational Christian and I choose to believe this way.
So?
Did I learn anything from these books?
You bet your sweet Giusepppe I did. I learned a bunch but Awaken the Giant needed to be cut down with an ax. I understand Robbins somehow wanted to display his grandeur philosophy but it was too long. It got boring at the end of the book. That is likeable to Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. Again in my opinion jump to page 400 and it starts to get interesting. My attention span is pretty good by the way so don't question it.

Ultimately self- help books change your philosophy, nay, your ideas and how you look at the world. It is an  altering perception is it not?

Now the reason I read these books is to learn. That is the only reason. The other parts I can dissect or cut if I choose to. I understand the point but  I feel I have wasted to much time reading the book.
I'd rather read a mystery book and learn about pacing.

Hopefully you the reader are having a great day.

Remember optimism is a  beautiful thing and so is the world.
You can find beauty in a grey world. You really can just keep believing in you. And if you're not Christian who and the fuck cares.
Just don't harm others and live a great life.
Oh and don't be a douchebag...for Fucks' sake!

-S

1984 was a great book

It was sad when it was all over in the book 1984.

Although, can this not be-set man as a warning of the times we live in.

You know?

I am not obsessed with the idea of a post-apocalyptic world but it is still fascinating. Nothing is left and more often times than not there are remnants of a nuke. The world is tattered and there is always a lack of resources.
Water is always hard to come by and so is the idea of finding somewhere safe. Raiders always turn the damn corner hunting for blood. Violence is always present in a dog eat dog, fight for survival environment, kill the other man to win foreboding wasteland.
In fact, I watched a movie last night that relates to this conversation.

Strap a 1957 guitar on a hero's back and what do you get? Wait, a more accurate description is craft a Buddy Holly look alike with the horn rimmed glasses, yeah the big black ones. Ah wait there's more and by more it is cooler than that.

Now picture all this awesomeness with a white samurai sword. You have now built up a hero named the Six String Samurai.

Kick ass!

1984 hit the readers with a very dark and bleak outlook of the times. The main character Winston was really neat but it was sad.....
To be continued.....

The Darkened road

So just an update I am a fighter.
The newest thing I have had to fight is a community college. They fucked up my transcript. They sent an empty one.
So I had to go and talk to them and sort it out.
I was blamed.
What the hell?
Yeah, I missed some window that I was unaware of.
Shit!
But that didn't sour my day because I am a fighter. Not a boxer, just a fighter with something to prove, that something?
It is the ability to fight through adversity and other bullshit. My character is very strong and my resolve is strong. I am going to do this.
Yesterday was a blast. I woke up and didn't brush my teeth but had a day off. I met with my friend Hyoni or we shall call her Molly. Molly asked me to pick her up at six. Well, she didn't ask for me to pick her up but to meet her.
So I got to the University of Wyoming pretty fast and had to meet a friend. Yeah, that crept up on me because I needed to meet the friend for a project.
Molly told me to wait for her so I did. Except before I went to get her I decided to play some NCAA 13. I played my game and got whooped bad. I decided to peace out and go get her. By this time it was 6:28. I was so late and I freaked out because I have never really hung out with Molly.

So now the time was 6:35 or so and it seems that time wasn’t on my side. Either way it was no big deal and we all figured it out and jumped into my car. Well, I didn’t jump into my damn car because I was already there.

So then what happened was a couple of anthropomorphic cows decided to eat some green grass—not at all. Damn and here I was rooting for the anthropomorphic cows and there cool attitudes. Anyway what happened was we went to a Thai restaurant and had some good food. What food you ask? I had sweet and sour chicken and vegetables, Molly had pad thai, oh and my friend KYLE MOO COW had um….some food.

It was time for us to leave the restaurant. Oh and before we entered the Thai place the sun was burnt across the sky in an orange burn. It was beautiful.

I dropped off Kyle. Molly said “Do you want to go to a bookstore.” Reluctantly I said “Yeah, that would be neat but all the bookstores may be closed.” We chatted for a bit about how she liked the violin and how her love of books was overwhelming. I loved listening to her talk about books and the violin.

The night almost seemed to stop dead when she talked about the books. But as clever as I am I don’t like to be bored so we did something. I told her we should go for a drive.

We headed deep into the dark in my white Hyundai Elantra, there was nothing but desolate land and darkness. If a candle was lit in the middle of that place an illuminated glow would shine throughout. It would be bright, oh say as bright as a flare on a darkened highway. The wind was smacking the car but not bothering me. She would chime in with conversation that talked about Korea and certain cultural things. She would say in Korea that there was a really awesome high school she went to. I would be intrigued throughout the night.

The drive kept going and my car kept going and all a sudden a single deer popped out. “Oh fuck” I screamed. I hate deer because I have had a bad time with those bastards. Onwards and upwards I looked at the deer, and the damn thing looked at me. I yelled at it and said “You bastards get outta the way,”

We continued the drive up to the top of a windy road. I felt we were way from town and decided to turn the car around. Before we had arrived at this point she talked to me about zombies. I got an awesome chill as she said wouldn’t it be cool if we ran into some. She kept making me laugh all night. And then it hit me—no not a deer but I was having a blast. Not only this something else had happened she kept talking and I was listening. I always listen but I was listening fairly intently.

Darkness shrouded the corners of the road and my high beams shined through the darkness. “My friend committed suicide.” she said. The words attacked me viciously as if fifty knives had been shanking me since birth.   To just meet this person and to have her say something of serious magnitude shocked me. I tried to console her. “I am sorry that happened have you talked to anyone about it?” She looked at me with regret and said no. I was still in a stunned mood but she would later divulge she had no one to talk to.

It saddened me.

Why? I mean as humans we have emotions that drive us and I was sad by the news.  I told her about my grandma that died three or four months ago. The mood had gone from happy cheery, to dreadful in a matter of seconds. I tried to calm the situation by suggesting that she find some music.

“Death is a part of life and doesn’t faze me like it used to.” I said with a calm tone.

She was still sad.

We made our way back to town and I dropped her at her dorm.

“I had a really great time.” She told me. I said “I did too.”

I left the parking lot and went back home.

It was a really fun night but I didn’t expect a talk of death on only the second meeting. I feel that she is really awesome but needs friends. She just got to the USA a couple months ago and needs people to talk to. I invited her to coffee hour but I don’t know if she will show.

Gearing up for a last dance

You ever feel that urge inside that says to put stuff to bed. You know the one that is like your conscious but drives your spirit.

Now I do not have to get all metaphorical here but I want to point out something.

My situation:

I am in my last class. It is an online class and I can't say I am thrilled in the least about it. All I know is that I have to pass it to end what has been a long and ardous academic career. I am not going to bore you with all the bullshit and messy details.

What the fuck have I learned? In the last online class I had which was statistics. I learned a meager portion of material.
I am worried in this class because of this idea of writing. I am a fucking journalist? Yeah, I really am and that could be the problem.

I was promised my academic papers were fully finished. For christsakes I took my last English class semesters and semesters ago.
And now you're telling me in this online Tech Theory class comm or whatever the fuck it is...IT ISN'T DONE

Were we spoon fed false hope?  I thought my last academic paper was behind me but now the academic writing haunts my ass.

I don't mean to be facetious but FOR FUCKS SAKES SCOTTY WHERE DID ALL THE LIES ORIGINATE FROM?

The fucking university that controls our money but not our freedom tells me this.  I am easily ready to say FUCK IT.

Obviously, there has got to be a happy ending with all the hard work and blood put into school. It is that little fucking small white piece of paper called a degree. Without a bachelors where else do I turn. Toil, sweat, blood and even tears have made this journey.

So I am hoping that this class will be good. It is a condensed as fuck-class with 8 weeks of hard work. If it were taught in a legit classroom it would be 16 weeks.

So I gotta prep and get ready for this shit. I am hoping my attitude will change and humble me along the way. As we know an attitude cannot humble. I will humor myself and do whatever it takes to succeed. My brain feels like an egg that has been slammed on the pavement once to many times.
Mentally, I am not sure how much stability there is for school. I am in my fucking 6th year of college as I write this.

Would you not be in a similiar state of close-near insanity if you were in my position.

 At the university of Wyoming I have pinballed from department to department. Are we not just a fucking pin ball to the universities in which we learn at?
I have learned a lot. That isn't going to stop me from being a sour lemon for all the shit they have given me. It is pure irony I finish the last class to an otherwise brutal and bitter sweet adventure, what is known as online. It cracks me up that I will not see another University of Wyoming classroom in a dark way. I wish not to even think about them at times. I am so mentally strained that another anything and my mental capicatator brain majigger will shut down.

I have confidence I will finish the last class of my undergrad. I'm hoping fucking trumpets play when the final whistle blows.

-Andres

Not a bunch in the trees

Yesterday at around 2 am I started giving more attention to my DS. I played for almost 2 hours. My friend got me the new Mario Bros. I played that last night and it was a blast. I played a game I have been waiting for years to play called MOON.
I was not sure how it would play but it was pretty fun to start. You control with the stylus and shoot with left bumper button. And....you get a mini robot that helps you open other doors. That was a pretty neat dynamic I thought. After tiring of the DS because by that time it had to have been at least 3 a.m., I went on the internet and started looking at Pokemon. Of all things why was  I looking at the pocket monsters? I have no idea. I started drawing some pokemon and had fun doing it.
Then I saw the light shine from the outside of my window...fuck it was already 4:30 a.m.

Lately, I have also been recording my dreams and I wonder why. Why? Why? I would not be able to tell you only that recording them is making me realize I dream some crazy shit.

Thank god the day ended better than it did yesterday.

Yesterday: I spent at least 4 and a half hours on Stats class. It is an online class and the homework has gotten progressively harder. I just was angry and frustrated with the material so I said fuck it and went for a walk. I think the walk helped me clear the bullshit stat cobwebs and think about life.

Here's to a better day.
-S

It is a deviant life

Welcome friends to the 23 of May and let me tell you there is a lot going on.

I beat Diablo 3! Woot! Seeing Diablo fall was almost amazing as me walking across the stage for graduation. That was  a long sentence. But  it is damn true. And with that we move along into something I wanted to do for a while. That something?
Shit, I said that something in another blog but here it goes. I became a Deviantart member online. I am happy I did. Because right now that site like Elfwood (which I still love) keeps me inspired to draw whatever.
As of late I have been marvel-centric and drawing most of the Marvel characters I can get my dog claws on. Am I still in wolf mode? Probably not...but it is at least important to check.

Other than that I am playing Diablo 3 on Nightmare mode. It is said you need to try something at least once. I am trying Nightmare mode and it is whooping my ass. Also, an addition to this blog is adding hyperlinks. Even though you think that it would become second nature on the internet.

Keep your draw on!

-S

It has been since March 9th.

Ughhh. I really didn't want to put at th on 9. Because I have been taught in AP style to avoid that shit.
Okay, so what has been going on today?
Oh here is a recap:
          I have completed three classes and I have one final.
I fully completed my internship.

I maintain six blogs. And it is really hard and challenging to keep up with them.

After this semester I have just 3 classes to get my Bachelors. Which is very exciting because I have been working my ass off just to get to this point. I have been fighting really hard and know and pray it will pay off in the end...and it will.

I need to finish a lot of video games. But it is finals week so I will be studying for my Intro to Marketing final.
That's it
Give me a holla sometime

Oh and I am on episode 4 of Super Overblood Replay. PIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPO!!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

-S

What am I actually doing?

I am currently at work. Cool! Right? Well, it is pretty good but I have been working on a collaboration blog with one of my boss's. She shall be called Mrs. Parantine. Anywho, Mrs. Parantine asked to work on a blog for the Laramie Chamber of Commerce. And I am intern here and was asked to do writing.
I write everyday. But for work it is to a different audience and sometimes it gets boring. Like for instance Laramie is a fairly boring place. But I have been here for three years so that is probably why I think this.
I am also a senior. So, with that thought it is almost time to fly away from the university.
But again that time is not now at this point but the work right now seems stale.
I do write press releases from time to time but those are way harder for me. Also, people aren't giving me my damn information ahead of time. So how do you get a press release done? I have to be patient.
It is hard.
I wish people were more prompt with giving information.
But anyway I can only think of Texas and Spain. Ah I can see now the exhaustive heat and the beautiful food. Little lemons that color the plate with maybe papaya.
For now as always I dwell here at work. Blogs are fun but that is all I work on. That and press releases.
-S

Yesterday, I was stoked because I recieved my web camera. It is weird because also yesterday I ran into the problem of mispelling recieve.
Weird!
Either way what happened yesterday is my web camera came and I unraveled the plastic and went to work. I was so happy it came that I made 2 videos with in a span of a couple of hours. Crazy....right? I tend to think so because normally I am shooting movies oh on a two or three month basis. The other cool thing was my friend Zo showed me his friends video. Yeah, it is like a he said he said thing but not.
His friend some really high quality stuff. And on top of that Zo wants to shoot something soon.

Zo had told me to watch this movie. So I put my eyes close to the screen. Then I saw a sleek and sexy WRX shoot by the exhaust coughing and all. It was sweet! But within the movie his friend somehow managed to shoot him playing basketball and the sexy black WRX. That kid has talent.

He said during one of the shots that his friend was in the trunk.

That is wicked cool!

Anyway, hope that your day goes well.
-S

Tumble on it

I recently just joined Tumblr. Goddamn, that really means that I have like six blogs that are active. Of course, my main one is 1up.com and sometimes myspace.com.
Did he just utter the words myspace.com. Yeah, and I give props to that site because it was the first site ever I learned how to blog.
I mean blogging isn't that hard you spill your thoughts down like a leaky pen.  But I learned a lot when doing it.
I learned that even on shitty days I can write.

Tumblr is unique I think because of the way it is used. I got all in it. I posted pictures a blog and even music. It is a neat little website and I will continue to use it.
If I can figure out how to use it.
So many questions.
What is a Tumblr bot?
How do people comment on my page?
Why did the Tumblr bot contact me?
46 is the number of the universe in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy but it makes no sense in life.

Yeah, just some words on Tumblr. Oh and a small update I have put new drawings up on my website Andres256 Art.

So check it out!
I continue to write.
Thanks for continuously reading my life and my content.

_S

The update on those pathetic financial aid people is this. They are not that pathetic.
For the first time in 3 years they actually said semi-coherent and non-incompetent words.
It was great.
What was not great was the fact that there is a company called Higher One.
In all honesty that company can go fuck itself.
It is so confusing. Our reimbursements  used to be simple and then the university pulled some shit.
Whoever was in charge of that move should be flown into the sun for the hassle and the ridiculous nature of it all. It has made a multitude of students irate. Including myself. Go fucking figure.
If you do something that foolish and expect there to be no consequences or back lash, you are just a damn imbecile.

And an update on that:
My dad recently decided to say hey pay for your own stuff. Thanks dad. That is like throwing your beloved child in the woods and saying bye I'll be at the house.
That was a very poor move on his part.
And with not being able to trust my mom my dad is trying my nerves. Stupid decision on his part. My money always goes to rent and suddenly it is like well not anymore.
So if I am short on rent. Then I am fucked!
Cool, guys, real fucking cool


In recent news: My grandma is still in poor health. If she dies I want her to die in her own house. She is my grandma and it is hard not to think about her.
It pains me to see her in her current state or rather hear about her in it.

That;s all.
Long-ass week.
_S

Listen to some tuneskies

I am listening to Windows Media Player. It is a bad idea because I am a Winamp fan but nonetheless, it isn't that big of a deal today.

David Guetta is pretty good and it is 10:33 a.m. in the morning. It feels early but the music that plays in the background is pretty good. Then a xylophone noise erupts and the song switches to "Turn Me On", by David Guetta. It has a great beat.

Today: I have to go talk to my friend and client Dan ( no last name) . It is boring the way I am typing this. I am kind of droning on but we will continue. Update: I  also have to go bitch at the financial aid people. They have not hooked me up with my deserved check. Sorry, I am not entitled to it that would be the government's funds.

Either way I bless the lord on this day and we will see what goes on.