Geronimo, 2012!

With 2011 coming to a close, I gotta say I'm satisfied with how things went. I finally finished college, I was in a great relationship with a great girl, and I got to have some other experiences in life that are going to help me in the future...somehow.

But now that a new chapter in life has begun, I often wonder what's going to happen. I left my old life behind, all of it. And now, I'm starting a brand new journey all alone. It's a bit nerve wrecking, but at the same time it's exciting to see how I cope on my own, at last. No college, just life at last.

So to this new stage in life, there's only one word that can describe it.

Geronimo!!!!!

Resolutions: Amy's Story

I got one more resolution story left, especially since I mentioned this month was going to be dedicated to it. Any who, this resolution is the most complicated, since it has a great backstory. Now then...where to start...oh yes, the task I had to fix.

What I had to fix was my relationship with Amy, one of my exes. Thing is, there were some bad rumors spreading and I knew she suspected me of foul play. So I had to set the record straight. But before that, the backstory...

Amy and I first met back in the spring of 2011 in a production class. We were paired up together for an assignment (I was kinda hoping it), but my first impression was a bit odd, especially since I thought she was a bossy bitch. However, spending some time together, we developed some chemistry and were then set up to go on a date disguised as an assignment.

Needless to say, sparks flew.

And then one day, the unimaginable happened. She had a slip of the tongue in a group conversation and said the following, "he isn't going out with any date, because I'm his girlfriend."

She said what?

Even though my reaction was somehow similar to this surprised cat, I was speechless upon what I had heard. So after that, we started dating. However, it was my first real relationship, so it was a bit rocky at times. But despite that, we found ways to make it work.

However, the relationship ended (how it ended is perhaps a story for another day) and I was just shattered. We kept fighting like trolls on a message board, and it resulted in us just splitting even more. However, the next semester came and there were horrible rumors...

I knew I had to confront her, especially since it wasn't my doing. I had nothing to gain. And we had a good talk, kinda renewing a friendship. Felt pretty good, to be honest. And somehow, we once again became closer (not too close, since I was dating someone else). And now, we are very good friends.

Moral of the story, don't let bad rumors ruin relationships, no matter how shattered they may be. Besides, words are powerful things.

Regeneration

If it's one thing that I have learned from Doctor Who, is that we always keep changing. There are times in life where a change so great happens, that we feel like we have become a different person altogether. For me, I feel like it's my time to do so. Tomorrow I will move away, leaving my old life behind and starting a new one from scratch. So in a way, it does feel like a regeneration...especially since I have changed.

My experiences here have made me who I am today, but I'm always looking forward to what's coming next. I look at my future with optimism, always wondering what's to come.

But I still wish I did the whole regeneration shiny thing, looks really cool. But then again, I won't be able to handle changing my face every time my life if about to change. I rather just keep this ol' goofy face.

So my new adventure begins now! Time to take a change and see what's coming up!

It's time to change again.

Santa Claus

"Off to break the laws of physics, bitches!"

It's Christmas Eve, so that means it's time to wait for Santa to come and bring presents! However, have you really stopped and thought how he makes it all possible? How can someone of his size travel in a small sleigh and carry presents for all the kids in the same bag?

Dude's got to be a wizard or something, that has to be it! Either that, or he's a massive scapegoat for late-night robberies on Christmas Eve. Whichever way you look at it, Santa is a powerful fellow capable of pretty awesome sh*t. First off, his reindeer fly all over the place, but they look like they are still running. That part has always seemed a bit curious to me. If they can fly, then why do they keep running? Do they not realize they are floating? Those reindeer gotta have something special, otherwise we would see Santa on a rocket.

Secondly, he's a master of breaking into homes to drop presents. Let's face it, Santa Claus is a ninja. There's no other way around it. He's a f*cking ninja, and that's how people never see him. Perhaps he's a mystical ninja, which would explain his ability to slim down to any size as well.

He also knows who has been naughty or nice, so he's even more out there. Perhaps Santa can help capture bad guys during his free time if he knows who is good and who isn't. And if he knows all the time, he should probably the most badass detective ever. He can narrow down a suspect and know who it is before even getting the case.

I could go all night mentioning how Santa Claus is a mystical ninja wizard who can solve crimes, but perhaps it's time for me to sleep and wait for him to break into my home as well. But no matter what, there's only one way to explain all of Santa's shenanigans...

Resolutions: The Friendship Handyman

Back to resolutions today. While my attempt at resolution #1 turned out a disaster, while still keeping noble intentions, it was time to go on with the second fix of the list. This one was going to be a bit trickier, especially since it involved a friendship that fell apart a few years back due to me losing my temper.

Now, we all have temper. It's just a matter of who can control it and who can't. And while I consider myself a patient man, even I have my limits.

Long story short, I ended up losing my cool and yelling at someone, causing a long-time friendship to collapse. While indeed it wasn't the right thing to do, it was time who had to let things cool off. And that's what I did. Almost 2 years after the incident, it was time to talk to those friends again.

It was a pretty good start, to be honest. Now, nothing was ever set in stone, but it's a start. Communication is better than it was, at least. Now we are on good terms again.

Moral of the story is:

Don't go yelling at someone when you lose your temper, it may just come and kick you in the ass later.

And with those resolutions out of the way, it was time to deal with the third one and possibly the most complicated one of them all...Amy.

But that, that's a story for another day. It's way too complicated to be written so simple, and besides...it's time for TV.

End of an Era

Today marked the last day of my BA in college. Gotta say, there was a lot of anticipation regarding this day. I was hoping I could spend it with my group of friends and have a blast in the university, perhaps giving it one last hurrah.

But then again, reality isn't always like that. It was the longest day of my life! The place was completely empty, even the bees that hang around the trash bins were gone! I had just finished lunch with a friend and another left a bit before that, so after lunch it was just snoozeville. I went to my usual spot just to see if I could get some last thoughts, but the place didn't feel special anymore.

I got bored and left to my department, where I hoped the rest of the day would be bearable. I had to work my last day as a tutor there, but there was only one problem...

Where the f*ck did everyone go?

It was as empty as can be. Not a soul to be found. All the students had gone off to vacations already, and there I was...the tutor on his last day. Nobody to tutor, nothing to do.

Biggest problem? I left at 5, and it was only 1:30 when I entered. Thus began the longest afternoon of my life! I tried reading, but the absolute silence was distracting. It was too silent that it began to disturb me. I got used to the communications lab being filled with life and energy, but this time around it was a wasteland. I was there in an empty space, like the final scene of a sitcom. You know the one. Empty room, light switch next to the door, dramatic exit and lights turn off. All I got was the empty room, nothing else. Close enough, I suppose.

But soon enough, 5pm hit and it was time to bid farewell to the university that had somehow become a great part of my life. It was a bit emotional at first, but then about 10 seconds later I realized how messed up it was in there and I quickly jumped in joy of my new found freedom.

However, once I had realized my BA was over, all I can do is think of sleeping. My body is exhausted like nobody's business. Perhaps my body wishes to reclaim those lost hours of sleep that were lost during college? Perhaps it's a common effect in all students when they finish. All I know is this, sleep is my top priority now.

Well, at least for now.

Resolutions: Running Then, Running Now

Well, how can I even begin this one? This was the first of the "finishing all unfinished business" resolution and it's a bit of a doozy. Any who...

It was February of this year, more or less near valentines day, ironically. The irony was due to the first person I talked to concerning this resolution was my first girlfriend. Long story short, we didn't last long because she was way too much into me, to the point where it felt just wrong. So I did what any sane individual does when there's a problem in a relationship. Run.

Things didn't end well, to say the least. And it kept eating me alive for 2 years, mostly because I felt guilty. So on the 13th, I spoke to her and gave my apologies. There was only one problem with the whole act of kindness...

She took opportunity of my redeeming and conscience clearing act as a way to try and get something she didn't have. And that one thing was me! Boy, was that a headache. I was once again stuck trying to explain I didn't want anything with her, but she kept trying to get me. Even after 2 years apart, she wanted me as badly as day one.

I couldn't do that, because I have what some people know as self-respect. Google it, I can wait a few minutes. Back? Alright. Where were we? Oh yes, the giant dragon in the car.

Eventually, I ended up doing the same thing I did 2 years back. I ran away once again, hiding for dear life since I was basically being hunted. Thankfully, that was the only case within my own resolutions that didn't go so smoothly.

But I still had a few things on my list that needed to be taken care of.

Resolutions

It's December already, which means that it's time for people to think of their New Year's Resolutions. For me, my newest resolution is to get my new life organized. Gotta make sure to get a job, a good friend, and set up my master's degree.

Most of us use the resolution as a way to lose our holiday weight, only to regain it once again a few months later.

But for me, I actually have been keeping last year's resolution. It's surprising, but I'm actually doing it right. Since I'm moving away and starting over, my resolution has been to finish all unfinished business here. It was either that, or to lose the five pounds I gained from eating that giant turkey drumstick. So delicious. Anyways, where was I?

Turkeys are delicious...

No, that isn't right. Ah yes, resolutions.

In that whole list, I managed to fix broken relationships, heal some wounds, and become a stronger man. Not stronger like Hercules, but close enough I suppose.

But the story of those resolutions is perhaps told another day. Right now, it's way past my bedtime...no really, I'm still writing with one eye open. I'm not kiddi....................................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Alright, I'm done for today. More resolution stories during the month.

Bedtime

Remember when you were a kid and staying up past 8 made you feel like a badass? I know I do. We often wondered what it was like to see what the world was like after dark. TV was different, and so was the rest of the world. We thought it was cool to stay up late because we secretly hoped awesome stuff happened by then, only to find out there's nothing really going on. That is, until we reach our teen years.

As kids, it's cool to stay up late and be a badass.

When we were teenagers, we did the opposite. We were owls. We stayed up late, possibly until 3am or later. We watched all the TV there was at those hours, stayed up late playing video games, or developing a habit of last-minute studying to later be perfected in college.

Once college arrived, staying up late continued to be a habit. However, it kept changing as we get closer and closer to graduation, with us losing more and more sleep as we went along. But now that I'm also older, I'm finding it confusing as to why I suddenly have trouble staying up past 10. Perhaps it's because I'm almost at my mid-20's or because I'm mentally exhausted from my bachelor's degree. Either way, it's strange to see why I'm sleeping so early again.

Perhaps as we get older, we realize our bedtimes are something we establish automatically. Even people who party hard have a bedtime, but for them it's as soon as they get enough alcohol in their system to pass out. But for the rest of us, there's an established time that we give ourselves without knowing. Morning people tend to pass out at earlier times, whilst night owls tend to accept the challenge of a long night, but are too beat later.

There's so much truth in this picture.

But enough about talking about who goes to sleep at what time, I'm getting sleepy for some unapparent reason. My bed is just calling me, so it's time to listen to it.