Twenty.Four.

Note: So I'll dedicate this a certain someone whose name I will not say *cough* Amanda *cough*

Women are truly god's gift to men (and these days, other women) everywhere. I mean really, they're just so...beautiful. Truly works of art. But they can also be so EVIL. or DEMENTED. or just flat out CRAZY. But other than those three things, women are beautiful. lol.

ok, in all seriousness though, I think one of the greatest challenges for a guy is to find a women that is half-decent. That is to say, a woman that speaks our language. Or at least understands it (and has the patience for it). A woman whose assets include not only her body, but her personality and mind as well. Mind you, this goes for relationships on all levels. I would not want to be friends with a woman whose personality and mind IS her body. Nor would would I want a relationship with such a woman. However, hot and steamy relations? Definitely (but that's to talk about in another blog lol)!

No, every now and then you run into a girl who isn't just half-decent, but pretty amazing. Take the certain someone who's name does not appear at the top of this blog. The story of how we met is funny, but that too is for another blog. However, the girl in question, is, thus far, quite amazing. Why? Well allow me to process that information in the order that it pops into my mind.

She has blue eyes. I don't mean dead, fishy, blue eyes. I mean a pair of the most captivating blue eyes I've ever seen. She's a brunette! And we all know that brunettes have more fun than blondes, are wilder than redheads, and still kinda sweet. She's tall, in fact she models. So yeah. lol.

As I pick up my jaw, let's move on. She can cook, sing, and act! I will always maintain the arts to be the ultimate aphrodisiac. She can be pretty goofy, but also very sarcastic, which is awesome, cause she can hold her own against me! Which, if you've been reading my blogs, is a hard thing to do. Overall though, she's a very chill individual, who's straightforward, and generally happy. The fact that she can get someone like me to smile on occasion, says it all. She loves music just as much as I do, even though we have two completely different pallets for it.

The funny thing of it all, is that we haven't actually hungout yet! Outside of when I first saw her at my job, our conversations have been the ultimate textfests. With facebooking here and there. And for some reason, we aren't bored of each other yet. Nor have we driven each other insane.

Every now and then you come across a girl that you really, well, like. And so far, this certain someone is that girl. Where this goes, is as good a guess as any, but if it's just a little lucky for a guy to find himself a half-decent girl, then something tells me that maybe, just maybe, i've hit the jackpot.

Twenty.Three.

"A picture speaks a thousand words."

*sighs*

Ever meet a person who lives by that? I have. Many times over. And in my opinion, they're the most depressing people ever. They're the people who after a relationship has long crashed and burned, hit up their ex (or exes) for pictures hot enough to cause their phone to shortcircuit. Or that friend who has photos in his/her room that dwells on what they deem to be "the good times"...the ONLY good times in their lives. That family member that always pulls out some embarassing wallet of you, going on and on about how they wish you had stayed that way, how you were 'so cute' back then.

*YAWN!*

And try to tell those people to get over themselves and they will at some point or another make it known that they're social rejects who can't accept the fact that time goes on. Life comes and goes. They will insist that pictures last a lifetime, when in fact, the concrete places and individuals that make the pictures special, are going on with their existence. And the clock keeps ticking. Then those same people wake up one day and say, "Where did the time go?"

I'm a fan of the real thing. I love when I first experience something. I love when we are friends, a couple, or kids. But I also know it'll come and pass. And there's no changing that. True, the real thing may be temporary, but that's why it's precious in the first place. Pictures exist so we can look back on the good times, the good people, the good places. Not so we can try to swim backwards in a sea that keeps rushing forward.

Pictures may be worth a thousand words...but the moments that make them are worth an eternity.

Twenty.Two.

So I'm on that ill depressive mode right now. I'm in need of money, seriously. I know, we're in a recession so everybody is moneyhungry and pocketgrungy, but I'm feeling more restricted than usual right now. Like my life has slowed to a crawl because I like the money to otherwise make that happen, ya dig?? Makes no sense? Check this:

I live in Willingboro, aka the suburbs, aka not the city. That means, transportation is limited to a car (if you have one), and a crappy bus system (yeah Burlink) i'm coming at you. Outside of that is the Transit, but like i said, me llamo el broko. So with no money to get to Philly, or my original home and personal preference, New York City, I'm forced to make do what I have around me. Which is lots and lots of....houses. In this town your options are as follows: work, chill at the crib, drink, smoke, party, have sex, sell drugs, walk around aimlessly. Oh yeah, definitely routes to making it as a writer. Or anything for that matter. See where I'm getting at?

Anyway, school is coming up, and my summer, which i planned on devoting to my writing, went to shit as a result of no money. I don't drive yet, and even if I had my license (testing the 21st of this month) I have no whip. Sooo, where's the silver lining??

Well, I'm naturally stubborn, headstrong, and not prone to standing still. So even though my situation may look sorta wack at the moment, I will get the ball rolling by the end of the fall semester. I will get out to philly and nyc to hit up some poetry cafes, studios, and whatever else my writing can reach for. I will get where I want to be. I will get that license. And a car to get me from point A to point B. And most of all, I'll keep my head above water, even as everything around me is trying to drag me down.

Twenty.One.

I was debating how I'd start numbering everything once twenty-once came about. And what you see above is what I came up with. Didn't make much sense to confuse people with dashes and shit. Though innovation can be a good thing, tradition never goes out of style.

So, I was on facebook today and it was amazing how long some of my friend's status lines are. I mean not just long. REALLY LONG. like next great American novel long. I mean seriously, what are you writing? There's only so many ways to say "Babe, I love you" or "My day is going crappy". I personally don't care about the temperature outside when your dog ran away. Nor does the thread count on that shirt you bought astound me. Seriously, if you want to ramble on about nothingness, do what I do, and blog. Otherwise, keep you statuses short and sweet. Funny and to the point will get way more attention than the potential script for "The Notebook 2".

The other day, I got a hickie. *Gasp* I know end of the world right?? So being me, I began to contemplate the meaning of the word 'hickey'. I mean, the word is so....scandalous sounding, you know? So i deemed a more appropriate term would be "Consensual sexual abuse". Think about it for a sec.

Today I pulled off the impossible. I didn't procrastinate. Any further that is lol. I scheduled for my classes this fall, put in the appeal for my finanacial aid (I know, bad Brandon) and changed my major. To what? Why communications!!!! That way, I can still write and pay the bills. Until I write the actual script for "The Notebook 2" lol.

Ok, that's it for now. But before I go, allow me to leave you with a not-so-intersting tidbit: 'osh posh' is a term that means a group or collection of something. Now use it with your friends and see what happens. LATER!

Twenty.

Wow. The big 2-0. You know, I honestly didn't think I'd keep up this consistently. 20 posts may not seem much in the likes of "no-lifer" bloggers like Perez Hilton (ugh), but for someone like me, who's rollercoaster life tends to prevent any form of consistency, this is pretty amazing. I hope you guys have enjoyed my bloggage, cause there's more to come.

Speaking of consistency, I feel the need to voice something. By asking a question: How many of you guys have been told by someone that you "aren't trying hard enough" or aren't "dedicated enough" because "they don't see 'it'"? What is 'it' exactly? Why 'it' is the effort; the blood, sweat and tears put into an object of your passion. Or at least that's holding your attention. Well it happens to me all the time. And I know that until I write the next New York Times bestseller, or become the ghostwriter for Ne-yo's ghostwriting (lol), I will be faced with those remarks of doubt.

However, to do just that, one thing that is necessary...is consistency. The grind is neverending. The research everexpanding. The talent always evolving. I think success really comes down to reaction time. Can you build up to your goal faster than people are tearing it down? And only consistency can give you the chance to do that. Unless you win the lottery, golden opportunities and sweepstakes regularly.

My point, is that whether you're just keeping a blog up to date or keeping your eye on the prize, things will halt to a screeching stop without the consistent 'it' that your family, friends, co-workers, and enemies all deem you don't have enough of.

Nineteen.

You know what really grinds my gears? People who say "you know what really grinds my gears?"

Anyway, last night I was talking to one of my close friends. He, who I will call "Michael" (not his real name), explained to me that he's talking to my other friend, who I will call "Jane" (not her real name), and that he's been receiving mixed opinions from his friends. *GASP* Naturally that's to be expected. However, to date, all said problems are coming from other females that have their own issues with Jane.

What I find interesting is how quickly people let their own personal grudges determine what they do or say. Namely, those who are telling Michael he should "be careful" or that Jane "doesn't stay in a relationship for long" are all talking from their own personal feelings, and not from any vantage point at all. In fact, most of these girls haven't seen or talked to Jane in over a year! So what does that say? You've been harboring feelings against one girl, for the last 365+ days for what reason? And now you're going to feed Michael, you're supposed friend, a bunch of negativity because of that? Get over yourselves.

As I told Michael, if they are really his friends, they'll still be there for him even if he decides to go out with Jane. Though they may not like it, as his friends, those girls should still respect his decision. If they choose to start nonsense or act shady over it, then I know where he can find an awesome pair of golden scissors that I use when it's time to cut people off.