It's Time to Grow Up

I just watched a really good movie. "Standing Still." The cast was very good, and the direction was really well taken. It was this particular director's debut movie. The movie focuses on a group of mid-twenty somethings attending the weeding of two of their friends. Its all of these wonderfully developed and written characters working through their own bullshit and coming to terms with being "an adult" The age when you can't just claim youthful mistakes, and you have to start taking stock of your own actions and identity. 

Well it got me thinking, as someone in their mid-twenties, have I grown up? My hair is still changing colors regardless of my requirements at work. I'm someone's "boss" can I be taken  seriously, do I contribute enough the way I should? When is it time for me to not dye my hair, not go out and drink until 4 in the morning, when should I stop my childish behavior and stop what I've been doing?

Deja Vu: I'm Most Likely a Psychic.

Okay, this is totally random I'm sure, but I'm fairly certain I'm psychic. Here's the story. For as long as I can remember, I've had some of the most interesting dreams. They have always been movies, I'd watch in my mind, in my sleep. Sometimes they were involving events that I was partaking in, other times I was no where to be seen; I was just the viewer.  In the dreams I am in, it's usually something very outlandish, like reenacting my favorite scenes from movies or fantasies. 

Deja Vu is explained as one eye receiving images and sending them to the brain before the other eye receives that same image, hence the feeling of being somewhere or seeing the exact same thing before. Your mind has processed the image and when it sees it again it's like.. umm weird, totally saw this already; and there you have deja vu.  Well I have deja vu a lot, almost once a day. And most of the times the feelings are very, very strong. I think of exact instances where I have seen these images, and often times they were in my dreams. Everything from my first car accident, to the arguments of my vacation in P-Town. I always see things before they happen, but n my dreams, and they are usually so completely random and bizarre. 

In this latest deja vu experience, I was leaning over my friend talking to him,  trying to make him feel better. I was in a room, which I had never seen before and wearing clothes I had never worn.  He was worried because he didn't feel like he belonged, and I was trying to make him feel better. Well fast forward a week and a half later and here we are in this hotel room, he's upset and I'm wearing my brand new track jacket trying to make him feel better. Both hands on the arms of his chair, just like the dream.  The scene was taking place so perfectly to my previous dream that I actually was thinking, I've said this before, I've been here before, in my head while still talking all of the things I've said in my dream. It's totally bizarre. And I'm totally a psychic.

Hotties of the Week

Okay so although I had a very amazing time in P-Town, there were unfortunately no photographs tAken of any of the hotties, therefore, I must resort back to the celebrities. Sorry lesbians and straight male readers, but the hotties this week are both men!

The First Shawn Ashmore.. because he's canadian, and I love Canada, and because this has got to be the hottest photo I've seen in like forever. The second is Hayden Christensen, I know I know, 'but he's like mainstream and was in those "Star Wars" movies, why does he deserve it?' Well because I watched "Jumper" last night and although the movie was mediocre, I had an erection like the whole time hahaha. He's adorable.

Naughty of the Week

The Sockeye Salmon for trying to molest me in my sleep. Naughty, Naughty Salmon!

Provincetown, Ma Heaven or Hell?

SOOOO, I know it's been ages since my last blog, so please forgive me. I was planning on blogging over vacation but it's so hard to type when you're drunk. 

Okay so I left for Provincetown on Tuesday. Bill and I drove down after giving my wonderful car Wall E. Yaris a bath. We are driving down listening to my mix tape I made for my wife Ali. She and I have been exchanging music throughout our friendship, and I have been listening to some pretty awesome new stuff. So we are gossiping, singing, hanging out having fun. We get down to P-Town in like 2 hours.  We check into the Chateau Provincetown, on the west side of town, and lemme tell you, the place is a ghost town... perfect because we are loud partiers. We decide to walk around town and grab a quick bite for lunch, as I am famished. It's now like 3pm. We end up walking around for a longer while than thought and grab some cocktails at Bayside Betsy's with our wonderful waitress Fran. She serves us drink after drink, she was such an enabler. So we drank a lot, and decided to go back to the hotel change and get ready to go out.  Well flash forward later that night, Fred gets kicked out of a bar, Bill gets lost in the wilderness and I'm trying desperately to make phone calls to locate them.  Bill arrives at like 3:30 am cut up from diving into bushes, on purpose and Fred, is sound asleep, none the wiser. lol.

That was just day one. Basically the trip was a wonderful blur, drinks, oysters and shrimp, dancing and drinking, it was a wonderful time.

There are a few videos Bill took which I will post later. 

Also, on the day before this wonderful trip, OMG, there was some of the funniest moments from the creepy carnival on Allens Ave across from Cheaters.. I'll have to post more videos about that too. All I have to say, Carny's have no gaydar.

Conversations With My Younger Self

So randomly going through my parent's house and my old bedroom, I found my journal. Rita bought it for me and gave it to me the very last day of high school, at graduation in fact. Rita's car was packed and she and her family literally left right after commencement. I was horrified, I loved her and she was by far one of my closest friends. However as I started to look into my journal and it's entries I found the days, weeks, months and eventually years slipping away. The friends I once called family are non-existent and the ones who hang with me now, are a mixture of new and old. 

I hang out with Bill from NAHS (North Attleboro High School for those who don't know,) almost regularly. I never talk to T.J. and if I do it's in passing. Laura-Lee was my idol in school and a very close friend, and I can honestly can't rememeber the last time I thought about her enough to pick up the phone and call her.  I have no idea what's going on in her world.

As adults our lives change and rearrange, and our responsibilities grow, but what makes our friends drift? In high school, and even now in college my friends are my family, I know more about what my classmates are doing this summer than my own family.  I can tell you who works where and when, but I couldn't tell you how old my eldest niece is. 

I think it's peculiar and strange that as a "family" we are so strong but the moment I stop seeing you ever day our bond grows weaker, why do you think that is?

Why is it incapable for a person to think of a friend after a moment apart.

Maybe I'm a douche bag, maybe I'm completely incapable of thinking about other people, but why can't these seemingly strong and powerful bonds last? I have loved and cared for so many people in my life, and all I can think about are those who I haven't kept up with. Why do you think that is? Is it guilt, loss, emotional baggage? I haven't a clue but can anybody think of a friend that They've known for longer than 10 years that is still as close if not closer than when they first started hanging out and seeing each other daily, being "best friends?" 

Why can't we keep in contact with the ones we love? Am I the only one with this problem?