Alcohol: My Experience's Thus Far

In order for you to understand this entry easier, I did not even try alcohol until last summer (I have since vowed not to drink commercial beer unless it is the only choice I have). That being said, I find myself blessed with a brother who works at Cambridge Brewing Company, which means I to drink really good beer for free. Anyways.


Beer: I'm not entirely a huge fan. I seriously won't drink it unless there is nothing else around. Having the privelage of drinking CBC brews has made me appreciate Beer a lot more though. I always get a different brew, and I'm trying to learn more about it so I can appreciate the taste a lot more. This being said, I usually have one beer while I chat with the people who work there, then leave. A) Because I drive there. B) I don't like being drunk.

Hard Liquor: I would much rather drink some mixture of whatever or straight shots then beer. Usually because if I am going to drink, I'm drinking to get drunk. Why waste time? When it comes to Voldka or rum, I'm a complete light weight. I will honeslty get drunk off of two shot.

Now If I had to label myself, I would call myself a "casual drinker". I don't go to the bar every night. Or even once a week. I don't party. I hate parties. Sometimes I just need to let loose and drink though. I also never, and will never, drive drunk.



P.S. For those of you wondering what I'm like drunk, I'm more talky. Seriously I don't know how it's possible but I am. I also get touchy. Not creepy touchy, but just touchy.

Facebook

Alright, I'm going to go ahead and say it. Facebook is now lame. It has reached that "myspace" plateau. I'm sure the three of you who read this will think, "No! Facebook is nothing like myspace! You're outrageously crazy!" No my friends, I'm not the cool-aid man.

I recently posted "Why does Kris look so gay?" as a photo comment, to which i got the usual responses. Uptight Mo sister getting all defencive because she actually thinks I'm serious. It's a swan song really, one that I've learned to embrace. Arguing with people in Utah brings me a different kind of joy, because I know something they don't. Anyways, later on said persons Mom posts on the picture; "I would appreciate if you would keep it clean, this is my family picture you are talking about."

That's it. This is where I draw the line. Facebook has officially changed. At first it was a place for college students, people who had out grown Myspace. Then the highschoolers had to jump in on the fad. Now I've got my aunt as a friend. I don't need any censorship, I shouldn't have to watch what I write on someones picture. Especially when I know said person doesn't care. This is the breaking point.

Am I going to delete my facebook? No. That's just dumb. Am I going to put this blog in my status so everyone can realize how lame facebook is now? Yes. Am I going to go through my list of friends and delete anyone who isn't really my friend? Yeah. I mean come on, I've got one of my ex girlfriends moms friended. Why? I do not know.

We (the youth) need to either unfriend all those people who aren't our real friends, or find something new. You shouldn't have to add your own mom on facebook, you have a freaking telephone for that. Or is that too personal for you to do?

I'm going to find a replacement for facebook. My search begins Jan. 1st 2009.

Overkill

Having been here for a few months, I think I can officially talk about life in Boston. I just want to say out loud, although some things haven't changed with my daily routine or my general views on life, being away from Utah has opened my eyes to a lot of things.

I've experienced more in the last two months then I did in the entire two years prior. I'm working the hardest I ever had in my life, and I take pride in my work. I love my job, even though I work with quite a few characters(but what job doesn't have those people?). Working with people is something I need to do for the rest of my life, and I mean large amounts of people. I see around a hundreds of guests every time I work (or I talk to them on the phone), and I love being able to interact with them. The management at my work is incredible, and they've all been very nice to me. Most of my co-workers have been great and I'm thankful to work in such an open environment.

Living with my sister and her family has been interesting, but it's nice to have family around. Having not one, but two (or three if I vent to Graham) people willing to listen to me vent and me not putting me through any kind of guilt trip takes a lot of my stress off my shoulders. I'm thankful they put up with me and my baggage, and I look forward to spending the holidays with them.

Now I'm going to sound a bit egotistical, but it's interesting how I couldn't pay a girl to go out with me in Utah, and out here I feel like I could ask any girl out and she'd say yes. It's amazing how something as seemingly small as this can completely change my self image.

All this plus the fact that I'm going to school In January leads me to believe I should continue to stay here come 2009.

the hardest part

So I was sitting around thinking about the recent Jennifer Hudson tragedy a couple days ago. It occurred to me that celebrity is absolutely ridiculous. People die everyday, horrible things happen to families every day. Just because Jennifer Hudson was given an Oscar and was on American Idol, everyone needs to pay special attention to her? That's ridiculous. I'm not saying this isn't a tragic, I'm saying America leans on celebrity far too much.

Maybe this is a public mourning for every tragedy like this that has occurred. Maybe all of these tears and prayers are meant for everyone who has lost someone to this kind of brutal crime, or for that matter, lost someone at all. If that's so, it has some merit at least.

Just my 5 cents.

a year goes by and....

a lot changes. Crazy how I made a couple (rash?) big decisions a year ago and my life started to go a different direction then I had originally planned. 18 years of planning gone within 5 minutes. So here I am, almost exactly a year from that date, 2400 miles from where I was, 3000 miles from where I wanted to go. And I'm happy. I'm in a big beautiful city, where people don't hold anything against me and where I feel completely welcome. But I can't help but look one year back and wonder.