a few new things i really like.

Hahahah story of my life. Youngest of five, I'd be getting kicked.

This gets me every. damn. time.

I should do this in my neighborhood back home.. :)

I don't understand it but I like it.

word.

Domesticate that shit.

ALWAYS.

Jack of all trades.

This makes me miss Vermont. 

precisely. 

retaliation.

Don't know whether I should pet it or eat it..

I just liked this rug. Sue me.

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I realize..

I've been lacking majorly at this blog thing so let me brush the digital dust off of this page and catch you up on a few things going on.

Here's a new song I've become especially obsessed with. My brother showed me these gnarly tunes and I am eternally grateful. The song is sick but the video is incredible WATCH.

(IF IT WON'T PLAY, WATCH IT ON YOUTUBE. SO WORTH IT.) 

Other than that song, I've been living the college dream... And by college dream I mean staying up late working on projects and essays due the next day. Literally using EVERY drop of gasoline I had in my car's tank and having to call a friend for some assistance. Checking my bank account and just watching numbers drop off and wondering why the hell I can't afford some decent food. And one of my personal favorites, I've fallen asleep to the classic college soundtrack too many times to count.. By classic college soundtrack I'm referring to the endless games of beer pong that my roommates play.

I'm ready for a career. Being in college is cool and whatever but I'm ready to get going with my life.

Wingapo readers, wingapo.

The past month's track. Iron and Wine: Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I've been lacking when it comes to updating this thing daily with tunes. So this is a song worth about a month.

No more training wheels.

At that moment when you feel like you're ready to give up, turn around and go back home, remind yourself that your life is supposed to be hard. At that moment when you think you've had enough, you're filled the brim, and about to overflow, BREATHE. It's not as bad as you think. You'll be fine. I'm not making an attempt to be some wise oracle that babbles on with trite words of guidance, I'm just telling you what no one told me. The thought that helps me out most when I feel like everything is caving in around me is that in two months from now, this little thing, it won't matter. Life is going to go on, whether you choose to get up and go with it is completely up to you.

  

SHIT HAPPENS. And don't you ever forget that. 

P.S. I apologize for ranting, I wasn't sure where else to do it.

In the end you can really only do one thing about it: Go for a jog - Rocky style, do some air boxing while you're at it, all while listening to Eye of the Tiger.. 

Surviving the Wasatch Savages: Establish your opions.

Live for yourself. Understand what you want. You can't satisfy your needs as a person without understanding what you want to begin with. Ultimately your decision is the one that counts. Understand that. What do you do when you want to buy a car? Typically, you test drive a few and pick the one you liked most. Well if you want to be religious, where's the harm in checking out what many different religions have to offer and then deciding which direction you'd like to take your spirituality in. There is no harm in that. So before you dedicate yourself to something, ask yourself. "Do I really want this?" or "Is this really for me?" I established my opinion about religion around 8th grade, and stopped going to church. I was happy, even happier than before actually. I knew church wasn't something for me so I didn't make any attempts to go. It's pretty easy to do. Step 1: Press snooze on Sunday morning. Step 2: Sleep in. Boom, roasted. My result from the all too nosy neighborhoodlems wasn't as pleasant as the few extra hours of sleep I got were. Sometimes opinions don't mix, and in this case it was like oil and water (shout out to BP). No, my dear neighbors, I didn't start selling drugs or binge drinking, although I was pretty impressed by your theories. I was just an 8th grader who realized religion wasn't something I wanted. The fact is sometimes opinions will clash, but at least in that case you know you have one. It doesn't matter who you are, if you aren't establishing your own opinions, you may as well not even have one. Understand what you want in your life. An opinion is a powerful thing. Have some conviction and be decisive. It will help you.

Today's Track: Nneka - Heartbeat

Can you feel?

POWER.

Surviving the Wasatch Savages: Introduction

Introduction

When placed in an environment of people who could very well be mistaken for robots built in the same factory, with the same parts, set to the same default factory settings, how does one adapt and essentially survive? This is my guide on how to survive the Wasatch Savages. Growing up in an area so strongly based upon religion has its benefits along with its drawbacks. It gives you a nice sense of group acceptance basically from the minute you've left the womb. However, it's hard to understand yourself as an individual while you're being lost in the ocean of expectations you've inherited from your peers and family members. Having such expectations placed in front of you can either make you buckle and become one of the robots, or how about we just call them drones? Deal. Or it could help you really understand who you are as an individual. It can make you just become regular, typical almost. It can also help you find what you really want for yourself. You're young, you're supposed to be selfish that way. So, growing up in an area influenced largely by religion has allowed me to really understand what and who I don't want in my life. When I started making decisions on my own I realized there's more to life than white button-ups and neck ties on Sunday mornings. So if you're going through what I went through, here are some things that I hope can help. Here's my guide to surviving the Wasatch Savages. Enjoy.