A Word from the Wise: Men's Fashion Mistakes

I got this link from Valet and thought it was spot on.

It has tips from Dolce & Gabanna to John Varvatos and so on.  Good tips and easy to fix mistakes outlined here.

Fashion Mistakes Men Make

A Random Thought On Death

Today, I woke around 11:30 (Pretty good for me) and drank my protein and sat at my computer to catch up on Facebook, soccer news, my email, etc.  I sat down and looked at my ITunes, "What music to play?"  I sat staring at it and quickly become annoyed.  I prefer my music to be clean and organized.  I had been downloading a lot of new music lately and not been keeping it orderly.  So, I set out to find a program to help me out with this.  I decided to give Tune Up's free trial a go.  I love it.  Granted, you only get 100 songs free and 50 Album covers.  However, there is a trick.  Use all of your songs but a few.  Then, go through your music and search the song and just change the information by hand, rather than allowing Tune Up to do it for you.  Then you can organize all of your music, all with the trial version of Tune Up.  That being sad, when you're idly repeating a process a  hundred times, you get used to it and your mind begins to drift.  My mind drifts all the time, but especially in these situations.

I was thinking of Scotland.  I need to get my plans going.  I need to get the application started.  I need to send out the letters for the recommendations.  I need to look at the essays.  I need to look at the cost.  I need to figure this out.

My mind drifted more.  What am I going to do while I'm over there?  Hmm.  Go somewhere dangerous. :D That would be fun.  What if something happened to me?  I carried on with this line of thought for a while.

I suddenly got a sense of profound sadness.  I thought about all the people I have been rude to, the people I dislike.  The people I care about and have neglected, been rude to, etc.  I wish there was a way to apologize to all of those people.  I wish there was a way to tell all the people who have hurt me that I forgive them.  I don't hold grudges, really.  I don't think I do.  
 
If someone insults me, offends me, etc.  I have given them that ability to do so.  It is my fault that that happens.  However, I can forgive and forget.  Although, my opinion of you is changed now.  I think of it like this.  You get a new dog.  He's a big dog.  He's nice, likes to play.  He can be pretty rowdy.  You're playing with him, pulling his toy, pushing his head.  Playing with him.  Then, suddenly, it goes from playing to something more serious.  The dog snaps at your hand, hard.  You pull away in fear, shock, surprise?  You look down to your injured hand being cradled by your other against your body, blood has been drawn.  The dog is still standing there, waiting for you to act, confused.  He's just hurt you.  Next time you go to play, you're more than likely going to keep a better eye on things, maybe not get as rowdy, or maybe not play like that at all anymore.  You don't hold any ill will against your dog, but you know better now. That's how I am.

So, let this be my word to them.  I'm sorry. I forgive you.

Life is too short to hold grudges.  Life is amazing, get out and see it.

I will always remember St. Augustine's quote, "The world is a book, and those who don't travel only read one page."

Peace and Love,
Jared

1 Thing I Have Decided

I'm going to Haiti again.

Yup.

That's right - Haiti.

I went there this Spring for my Spring Break.  It was absolutely amazing.  I mean, look at all the posts about it.  Seriously, go look at them.

So.  I have less than two months to get my shit together and raise about 1000 dollars.  Shouldn't be too hard, right?  Nah.  We'll see how it goes.

Ideas so far for fundraising:

1. Car Wash - With girls :D haha
2. Change Jars at businesses
3. Ask the newspaper to print an article about it.
4. Ask for donations from businesses.
5. Send letters to persons I know.
6. Do fundraisers at restaurants.
7. Go to events and ask for money.
8. Ask the Dollars for Scholars program to donate one night of 50/50 to my cause.
9. Ask my family.

Frustration is Frustrating

Hey, been a while, eh?

I know...

Summer is great, but...not having a schedule every day ruins my days.  I don't really do anything - haha - some people would love this right? You thin you would, but you wouldn't.  I like having shit to do...gah..

Frustrating...Sister gone today until next Tuesday - got up decently early compared to recently (12:30PM) and actually started getting things done.  Even worked out - now to just keep this going and get up earlier (go to bed earlier)

I need to be doing more writing - more reading - more thinking - I haven't really done much of any of the aforementioned - I feel like I'm trying right now - trying to write this, I don't like it.

I'm tense...I need to relax, a nice long bike ride - or do some work and just take my mind off everything..

Peace,
Jared

A Dedication & Notes On a Short Story: A Love Affair

I feel like it has been forever since I last actually sat down and just wrote. It's been a while since I posted on here. The other night, while watching a movie, I was inspired to write a little short story. It's been brewing in my head since the other day. Today, after beginning an article in an issue of Times magazine from earlier this year on Secretary of Defense Robert Gates, and stealing the magazine after my appointment so that I could finish the article and thus the whole magazine, I was in a writing mood. That article was magnificent. It captured Gates, his person and it was just damn good nonfiction. It made me want to write. So, I went to into my makeshift room in the back of my childhood home, the room I'm occupying now returned from college. It has just a box spring and a mattress slung in the corner, low to the floor, no sheets on top, a mess of pillows and one blanket. It's surrounded by my clothes, piled on a table, and an assortment of furniture derived from our house and the past 15 years, as well as items of mine from my dorm room.

As I wrote I seemed to get that feeling when you stand up too quick after sitting or lying for too long.

I was feeling like I was viewing myself from above, whilst writing still. I was literally caught in this story.

Notes on a Picture I took in Haiti

Notes on a Picture I took in Haiti

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Wolf in Sheeps Clothing

Beware.

After tonight, I realized something: it does not matter who you are, you are capable of anything.

You are capable.  Remember that and you learn an important lesson.  Honesty does not come in every form, no matter how honest you think you are being, you could have been more so.  What's done is done, and I must live with it, but that does not mean...Shit.  What's done is done, let's leave it at that.

One day, I'll look back and smile or frown, time will tell, but then I'll be able to learn a lesson, a deeper one than whatever I learn now.

Forgive me, you have no reason to, and you know damn well you don't and you would say that too.  You don't have to.  It is what it is.  I can accept that.

If only I had warned you more, I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The Things Alcohol Make Me Do

Ugggh.....

That's what I think right now.  I feel great.  I woke up at 7:59 AM with the sun shining on my face.  I looked up from my bed, my eyes almost creaking open as I looked up at the clear blue sky.  There was a lonely cloud just inside my view from the window.  I kept my head up off the pillow to allow me to watch it, my neck complaining the whole time.  I watched it slowly creep out of my view until it finally had gone.  I forced my head back down deep into the pillow, digging in, with a grunt of frustration.  Hoping that forcing my head back into the pillow would force my mind back into the dream that was slowly skipping from my memory.  What would be my result?

One Thing I Do to Procrastinate

I sit in this stasis, desiring to complete the time of studying set forth before me, but reluctant to begin.  My head is in a constant struggle of reminding itself to begin working, while simultaneously rationalizing the efforts put forth to prevent any work being completed.

Time is of the essence, and I wish for so many things to happen, but they are reliant on memorization of words necessary for the quiz that will take place in nearly 15 hours.  Why- Why oh why do I continue this battle?

Even this, now, here, is but a tool to keep myself occupied and prevent me from beginning.  As I write, though, I come to realize the inevitability of my struggle.  That I must begin, regardless of everything else happening, or going to happen.  I must study.

So, I come to a stalemate, something of a checkmate, but can you truly admit defeat to your own self?  Do you not still win?  That is another matter for other times, one to be considered in the future, if never.