It's Funny Looking Back

They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well im not here to tell you a love story that involves food. Yet just a memmory i hold close to my heart that involves food. If you ever find yourself in the eastern desert of california, there is a small town nestled into resort area that is known as Palm Springs. The town doesn't contain much, some overflowing businesses from the other towns, interstate 10 fwy. In fact there is a small airport in the town for private planes. If you travel to this airport there is a resturant there that is as old as the famous mobsters that used to go there. Only two blocks from The Country Club that was once home to many Celebs, and the Bob Hope Chrysler Classic (a Charity golf event with pros and celebs.)
The resturant is famous for its pan fried chicken. Having been there for over 50 years they still keep people coming in for their chicken only sundays. I used to eat there with my coworks atleast once a month since i worked at the country club myself it was close by. One coworker was also my best friend. (we will leave the name out) We used to have so much fun going to eat there and laughing at eachother relationship troubles and just all around funny stories. Now that friend live too far away for me to just drive and see. So since i cannot see thier face i keep the memory of those good times i had at Murphs Gaslight.

Flawless Victory!

When looking at the flaws of others it is so easy to point them out. The small so tedious things that people do that really peeve us to wits end. They are small yet so annoying, like the clock that my grandmother had at her house, that would tick back and forth in its glass caseing and when it was night it would drive me insane just clicking every second back and forth. It irks me when my friends are hypocritical and I being the good friend that I am, I am always ready to call them on thier mistake. In most social groups we all have those friends that wont confess to anything they do yet try to call others out on the same things. Theres that friend in your group that is the whipped one, for as long as you knew him he has been in some sort of relationship and the women always wear the pants. Yet he always wants to be the first to call you out if you get caught holding hands or kissing in public saying "you whipped" or "Married". This bothers me especially when you have no room to talk yourself because your girlfiend slaps you around and even tells you when you can and cant hang with your friends.

Or there is that friend that always has something negative to say. If i point out a girl i think is cute (i will save you ladies from the guy language) and he is always saying "she is ugly, she is fat" when in fact i had seen a girl who weighed more than me leaving your house just the other night. (and im 240lbs of solid muscle)...(hey let me live my fantasy).

Worst of all is me. When all my friends talk about a girl that is cute, i always have to disagree because they are all showing her too much attention. "na she aint all that" or "she wears way too much makeup" really i thought she was cute i just dont want to jump on the band wagon. Hating just to hate.

Egotistic, Contrariet, Cheek, Local Essayist

I found that i fall under allot of different essayist style's. I looked over them and realized that i am very much one who takes the role of the Contrariety. I love to play devils advocate and evoke people into arguing their side even if it is thier side that i agree with in the first place. It is probably my Ego that does it because i just want to see if people can really argue thier point of view about things in life. Often i find people feel certain ways and can not really explain why they hold tight to those views.

My ego seems to come out alot in all of my writing. I am confident in all i do and believe that im capable of just about anything i apply myself too. "Yes i do think im great and all that but people tend to get offended when i tell them that so i try not to brag too much". That was me being cheek at my own ego. I do however think that i am really funny and that i am really good at making fun of others and the rediculous things they do sometimes.

My greatest Essayist style however i feel comes from my past experience. I always draw from it even if i do not directly show what it is i draw from. Everyone uses past experience to navigate through current events and choose through tough choices. this is how i develope my ideas and views that are shown in my writings.

One Of My Flaws! (they are few and far)

One of my flaws? Well i spent the last two days thinking about this and well i must say that i cant think of any. sorry... okay well i have flaws i just dont know which ones i want to share with the World Wide Web. I have many flaws, such as my horrible eating habits, or drinking habits. However if i was to share my biggest flaw it is my procrastination. I love to procrastinate. In fact i procrastinate so much i often procrastinate my procrastination. okay but seriously i have a real problem. It is getting better now. I found my way to the library for the first time this year in my three years at ECU.

I bought one of those memmory foam mattress pads for my bed and it has made it all the worse. I find my self thinking about ways to cut any of my daily activities short so i can go lay in bed. The thought of doing homework, studying, or writing just ruins my time when im laying there in my bed. I can not do any homework in my room because i find myself looking at the tv then soon onto my bed to just lay for a few minutes. Soon all hope is lost and im gone into a reality show and the deep covers of my bed.

I am working hard to overcome this but im telling you im addicted to being lazy!

I Do What They Tell Me!

I do what they tell me because anytime i can take the easy way i always choose it. Sure i did not want to take "Reading and Writing Advanced Essays", however Dr. Murphy told me i needed it and that Benton was a really cool teacher(Her words not mine). Yet i come into this class with a semi open mind. I know that i dont want to be here and im sure you dont either so i figure that covers the "semi" part and from that point on i am open to how you treat this class and whether or not i actually have fun and learn something. I guess i have been doing what people tell me all my life. People probably think that i am a open or even daring person, maybe think im spontaneous. Well im not, i do what is safe and what will not get me in trouble. Of coarse i did have my rebellion days of high school when i got in some trouble. I mean who hasn't ever stole a car or knocked over a few mailboxes.

Yet when it came to my dad telling what to do i followed. Maybe it was the fear of him punching me in the mouth (though he never laid a hand on me) maybe it was just the great respect i held for him and how he grew up. I would like to think that it was just because i didn't want to start a fight so i just went with it. Moving to Oklahoma wasnt my choice, actually going to college and playing football was not my choice either. Yet society tells you that if you dont go to college you are doomed to live paycheck to paycheck the rest of your life, unless you are smart like Bill Gates or you are stupid enough to play the lotto alot. (Neither of which are me). So do what they tell me i will and i will not complain about my easy lifestyle that contains no real tough choices but just choices to follow the crowd.

Exploring Uncharted Waters

There is nothing like the first time you explore uncharted waters. It can be a gift and a curse though. You start a curious man, led by the apple of your eye. It always begins with the simplist thought of what it could really be like to see, to feel, to explore that unknown area that you observe so curiously. Once your mind is made up you prepare yourself for what lies ahead, maybe failure, hopefully success. If you are like me you think only of success and you dont toil in the idea that you may strike out or fall short, as everyone has before. You put it in your mind that you will succeed and if you dont that there is always another day or another unknown place to try out. I will admit i often become nervous when i attempt to explore unfamiliar territory. but once i take that first step and i havent fallen or broken anything i am then like an ustoppable animal. My confidence is through the roof and i am ready to take on the world. My adrenaline starts pumping and my blood gets hot. Whether or not i try to go about it with a slow roundabout way or if i take the bull by the horns and make no excuses for my self, i go with sure conviction. as i reach this gift and it is given to me, gifted for my valiant and relentless effort to attain it, i begin to see my curse. For now the chase is over. The exploring is done and i am left just like i started curious, yet not of the feat i just made but of a new one. For the last one is old news and i need something new.