Moderate. Evaluate. Salivate.

NP: Visiting Day - Dead to Me

Bin' a while. Do I have lots to talk about then? Oh, we'll see I suppose.

It's March Break. Yay. That means lots o' nothing. Work now (Have I mentioned yet that I work?). Band practices (hopefully more). Watchin' some hockey pahaps. Oh, and did I mention FUCKING GASLIGHT ANTHEM?! FUCK YEAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!

Right now I'm listening to Dead to Me (yeah I guess I sorta said that already). Anyways, check em' out. Look up their myspace or something. They're very good. I'm gettin' pretty excited about making music too. Hmmmm...I dunno, maybe we'll just end up with a bunch of shitty songs but I'm having a ton of fun with it. Working out a lot better than Ma'am I am the Supervisor. And after listening to "Stand" by REM I'm convinced we've written a better song. Tomorrow I'm gonna spend some time working on my other 3 songs I've been making.

The other day I was looking out the window. The bus was pulling away from the stop and about 30 meters up the street there was an old an with a cane. He stepped right onto the street infront of the bus. Suicidal? Maybe but he knew what he wanted. The bus switched lanes and then switched back to the lane beside the sidewalk after getting around the ol' guy and pulled to a stop. It then sat there for a good, and I shit you not, 2 minutes as the man slowly (and I mean SLOWLY. Slowly as fuck) makes his way to the bus door and gets on. I can only imagine the looks he got when he stepped on. the bus didn't even pull away for another minute. I guess they had to give him time to find a seat before zooming off so he didn't shatter his fragile bones with a hard fall. Anyways, we could all learn a lesson from him. If you want something, GO AFTER IT. Make things happen for yourself.

There was another old guy at work who tried this. He basically walked in and talked to everyone in sight, including me, about anything. When he walked past the oranges he called out to his wife, "Can we get an orange?" and held up a...orange. She said no and kept walking. He called out again, "Can we get an orange?". Again, rejected. This went on about 3 or 4 times. So then he just picked up a plastic bag to put the orange in anyways. His wife noticed what was going on and yelled out "No Dave! No orange!". He didn't listen. "No orange! No Dave! No stop! We're not buying an orange". After a while of clearly trying to ignore her he obviously figured he couldn't keep it up any longer and said "Huh? Oh. No orange? Ok". He was losing. And he knew it. So, here's where it got great. He (and I have to admit that I had to watch all of this out of the corner of my eye so I'm 90% sure this is what happened) turned to the lady beside him who had already bought an orange and bought it off her or something. He handed her a paper bill and said "and you don't owe me anything". He got what he wanted too.

So we can learn something from both these old dudes. If you want something, make it happen and don't worry about how it looks to others. And weigh the pros and cons. Is the risk of getting hit by a bus worth it to not have to walk all the way to the next bus stop when you walk at a grand speed of 0.2 km/h? Do you wand the orange so badly that you're willing to pay more than it's actually worth just to get your controlling wife off your back? If so, go for it. Old men have clearly experienced a lot in their long lives and they've judged that you have to make things happen yourself. So let's learn from their experiences, skip the years of fucking up, and go get what we want.

G'night Y'all!