unique

I was at a museum today, and my Granda startin talkin about my grandfather, and how he had a creative mind and strongly believed in hard work. She then said that was passed down to his son, which is my dad. Then I said it was passed down to his son, which is me. Later on, she also told me that my grandfather had a big influence on my dad. Writing this now, I cant help but get teary eyed over the fact that I never had the chance to meet him. My grandma always mentions how proud he would be of me, and what i've become. I feel really special and unique to be the son of the only son my grandma had, and even more that I'm the son of an engineering genius and creative mind. I'm always told how great in math my grandfather was and how he would always see the little things and oddities of certain objects. My dad inherited that from his dad, and I inherited that from my dad. Sometimes, I wish he was here just once so I could see what he was like. Pictures and stories can only go so far in describing a person. When my dad tells me the story of him seeing his dad come down from the sky, I always believe him no matter what anyone says. His bond to his dad was very strong, just as the bond between me and my dad.

update

So, its been a while since I've last blogged. Maybe it was because I didnt have anything to say or I just forgot to do it. The last couple weeks have been busy, tiring, exciting, and all the above. The last couple weeks of the semester are always hectic, and this semester was no different. Getting projects done, making sure grades are correct, and talking to professors to clarify finals information. It's been pretty stressful. To celebrate the end of classes, most of the house went out to Draught Horse then Pub Web. Nothing too outrageous, just celebrating the end of our second to last semester. I forget what we did on Thursday night, but last night definitely made up for not going out at all the last month or so. We went out for Talia's birthday, and let's just say we had a good time...i'll leave it at that. Tonight, we're going ice-skating at the river-rink at Penn's Landing and hopefully I don't fall a lot this time. Then studying all day Sunday, and three more days till my last winter break.

girls

I've made my share fare of bad decisions with girls in the past. First, there was uggs. It was technically my fault there. We had been "bf/gf" after camp ended, and lets just say she put more into the relationship than I did. She would always call or text me, and I in return did neither. With Babs, that was kind of her fault. I wanted what she didnt want, and vice-versa. With alyson, she just went way too quick for me. Now, one girl I haven't mentioned yet I ran into today. Oh man, was she looking good today. She sure has grown up quickly. This girl, during my junior or senior year, invited me to literally every one of her volleyball games after school. And I declined each and every time. Needless to say, she started dating one of my other friends, and that didnt end up too well. Now she's with some marine or army guy, thats like 5-6 years older. Some girls like older men, and I'm fine with that. But seeing her today makes me wanna call her and invite her over sometime to a party or something. God damn, did she look good today.

Carrot Cake

Ok, so I've never baked before, and was rel excited to do it for the first time. I decided to make a carrot cake for thanksgiving dinner at the house, cause I wanted to contribute something to the dinner. I got all the fixens, and was making a really big deal out of it. I was nervous, because I didnt want to mess it up. I called my grandmom to get the recipe, because she makes it every rosh hashana dinner. She gave me the recipe and directions, and I got started. It took me almost 2 hrs, grating the carrots, and getting all the ingredients together. I started at 11 and didnt finish until around 1:45 or 2. I couldnt wait for everyone to try it, and was eager to hear what they thought about it. It's finally desert time, and all the pie, and cakes come out. People start cutting the chocolate cakes, apple pie, and pumpkin pie. My cake just sits there, and I keep staring at it, wanting to say "Who want's some carrot cake?", but I didnt. I didnt want to force anyone to try it, cause I thought it would be awkward. It was until someone moved the cake to make room for plates, that someone opened it up, and asked who wanted some. I said yes, and karina took some, and she kept asking who wanted, no one answered, and that went on for 3 more times. I kept staring at my cake and noticing how much was still left. I felt both angry and sad at the same time. I worked very hard making that cake, and sure it was only grating carrots and missing different ingredients, but I don't cook, bake, or anything. This is very new to me, so I made sure I did everything correct, and I checked twice. I felt as though some of my roommates had some sort of an obligation to at least try my cake. Kyle said no, mary said she'd take some home, melissa said no, tracy would try some later, and seth might of had some. I'm only positive that me and karina had some. I was really excited and nervous for this make, and almost no one tried it. I was having a great time at dinner, and once I saw that cake hardly be touched, my whole night went down hill from there. I was put in a bad mood, and still am. Just so it doesn't seem like i"m pouting or angry, and I'm telling people I'm fine, and that's nothing wrong. It may be childish and immature for me to be bad for this reason, but I am, and that's just the way it is.

different realities

I'm always seeing on tv shows some ways to pick up girls. The shows I'm referring to are Friends, Seinfeld, Two and a Half Men, and other comedy shows. Some of the characters pick up women, and I've always wondered if it would work in reality. The writers of the shows have to have some basis for writing the pick-up lines the characters use in the show. If I were to go up to a girl, and use one of the lines the character uses with the same tone, diction, hand gesture, and facial features, would it work? I am very tempted to experiment on this. Joey from Friends can walk by a girl, give her a smile and say "How You Doin'?" The woman would stop and start talking to Joey. If I were to smile, wink, and say "How ya Doing?" to a random girl I walk by, would it work? Probably not, but is there any true consequence of trying? No, which tempts me to really try it. Jerry from Seinfeld in one episode, I thinks picks up a woman in a grocery store. He makes some crack at the item she is looking at or holding, and she obviously laughs, and they start talking. Can I walk up to a girl at Fresh Grocer or 7-11, and make a lil' joke about something she is holding or looking, and strike up a conversation right then and there? Maybe, because that is more plausible. Just smiling, winking, and asking a girl how's she doing as a degree of creepiness and weirdness attached to it. However, talking to a girl about something that your both looking at holds more possibilities of a future conversation.

dont get it

Iight, I honestly dont get it. I texted her 2 weeks ago, sayin its been a while since we've talked or hung out, i hope u can come to my party this friday. She says, i was thinking last nite how i havent talked to u in a while. Then u know wat to do? Talk to me. I'm always the one initiating the conversation. ur so busy? bull shit. it doesnt take more than an hr. to say hi to someone and catch up w/ they've been doin. bunch of bull shit goin round here.

the lil' things

You know, sometimes it's the lil' things that matter to people. This past week, I worked a lot, had a lot of h/w, and I was looking forward to a relaxing Saturday night, watching the Lion King. Well, apparently, people had different plans. We were starting to watch, and within a prolly the first half hour or so, everyone comes back from a party they were at, and disrupts the movie completely. I know they were drunk and all, but at least stay downstairs, and chill w/ the other drunkies. After that, I was interrupted prolly 4 more times. I was looking forward to one lil' thing this weekend, and I couldnt even enjoy it. Yea, its just a movie, but it was something I was looking forward to, and thats why Im pissed. Thankfully, Im going home tomorrow.

nothing like home

The phrase, "There's no place like home" could not be more underrated. No matter how old you are, where you are, or what you are doing, going home ALWAYS feels good. You were born there, raised there, grew up there, had countless memories there, and most important, it's where your family is. They always make you feel loved, cared for, and they're just there. You feel right there, and for some reason, it just feels right to be there. You feel yourself, your comfortable the whole time, and its a great feeling. Im going home next weekend, and I already cant wait. I usually like to have a long gap in between going home, because I like to build the suspense, cause it makes that much better when you actually go home. I've been buried in work, the past few weeks, tired as hell, and working at my job a lot. So to go home for a weekend, see the fam, and my girl Zoey, it's gonna feel good.

new goal

I recently saw that the cut-off GPA's for the honors you can get at graduation. Cum Laude, Summa Cum Laude, and Magna Cum Laude. The GPA's were high, but I'm going to make it my goal to get one of those honors. Time to buckle down, and do some work.

yahoo

Yahoo came today to talk to us. They talked about the culture of the company, internship program, global networking, and how to get our foot in the door. First of all, let me reiterate that Yahoo came today. One of the biggest and well known search engines and news pages came to Temple University. They usually go to the lies of Standford, Harvard, MIT, and Berkeley. So why Temple? Because the recruiter happened to graduate from the Fox Business School. He wants to get Temple graduates into the mix, and get Temple's name out there, which completely understandable and fair. And the way he talked about Yahoo, made sound like the best places to work. They basically pay for everything. You just have to be one hell of a programmer, and get your shit done on time. It's a casual place to work; so jeans, shorts, shirts, and flip flops are actually encouraged. Some of the stuff they work on, made my eyes light up, and think to myself that it would be amazing if I ever had the opportunity to work on a project like that. If you make it pass the initial screening test, which is a phone interview, they fly you out to Sunnyvale, Cali, which is where their headquarters are. There, you go through 5 interviews, each with a business sector, and they basically ask you technical questions. Writing out code, explaining code, and answering other basic questions. I'm definitely going to send my resume to Rose, so she can send it to Yahoo. If I get a phone interview, great, if not, on to the next one.

time again

Its been over a week, and I've had so much happen to me, so I thought I'd let it loose on the public. First of all, I had an interview w/ PNC last friday, and I thought it didn't go well at all; just a personal opinion. Well apparently it did go well, cause they want me back for a 2nd interview in Cleveland. That's right!!! They want to fly to Cleveland, all expenses paid, and room is paid for too. So for a job that I don't really want, I have to fly to Cleveland for the 2nd interview. I really only went on the 1st interview just for the experience and to see what it was like. It would be good for me to travel alone and see what it's like to go through an interview about the technical aspects about a job.

Next thing is the awkward wave walking by someone. I hate being stopped after seeing someone I know and being forced to talk to the. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind giving you a wave or head nod, but when you make me stop and start talking to you, that's just too much. I got my music on, I'm in my own world, and not thinking about the world around me. So when you pull back into reality, good luck trying to talk to me. It's just going to be awkward, and my main goal is trying to get out of this pointless conversation and getting back on my way.

Another thing. When I have my headphones on, why do people try to talk to me. I'm listening to my music pretty loud and can't hear you talking. So when you say something to me, and I don't respond, don't take it personally. It's because I can't hear you. But, my question is, why bother even try to talk to me? If I won't be able to hear you at all, why talk to me? I honestly don't get it. When I see someone I know with headphones on, I don't try to talk to them. you know why?? It's because they won't be able to hear me.

That's it for now.

the social network

The Social Network blew my mind. I thought it was fuckin' amazing. The writing was unbelievable, and Jesse Eisenberg did one hell of a job playing Mark Zuckerberg. Right now, it doesn't matter to me how much of the movie is true, and how much of the movie is false, it was amazing. I was laughing and making comments under my breath at the little technology quirks and jokes. I loved it. I even saw a little bit of the code in one of the scenes, and saw that it was PHP. I love that I knew that. Words can't even explain what I thought about this movie. The writing, directing, acting, and plot were all amazing. Eisenberg's impersonation of Zuckerberg was fantastic. His speech, diction, mannerisms, and overall personality pretty much hit it on the spot. It really makes me wonder how many great ideas are out there ready to be conceived. They took the idea of socializing and networking, and brought to one place. The idea seems so simple, so why hasn't everyone thought of it till now? That's the scary part. It took this long for a simple idea to be realized. I especially like how he hacked into the database of every dorm to get the pictures, and he called it a "piece of cake". This movie was great, and I can't wait till it comes out on DVD.

october 8

It's friday and I should be happy for the weekend and 2nite. I'm tryin to be, but I cant help but think about next week and the work I have this weekend. We're goin out to the Fieldhouse for the game then to Mad River after. I'm gonna try to get into a good mood, but next week wil lstill be lingering in the back of my mind.

Me

As many of you know, I'm not the typical over-the-top-masculine, all about one-night stands, can't stand chick flick, tight-shirt wearing, asshole guy. I like poetry, R&B music, chick flicks. It's just the way I am. I like some chick flicks, because there's always some kind of message behind, and that inspires me in some way. I LOVED the movie Remember Me, because there was a message behind it. I'm a nice guy: I'll hold doors for people, I'll say bless you when someone sneezes, I'll let ladies walk in somewhere before me, and I like to consider myself an all-around gentleman. That's the way I was raised, and my parents would not have taught me any other way. That's why I do this blog. I want to in some way inspire people to let their feelings out. If people won't listen to you, or if the way you explain things is very confusing (like me), then write it out. This way, I can express how I feel about things goin on in my life. That's also why I'm a very pensive person. Sometimes, I'll just sit while watching tv or something, and I won't talk for the longest time. It's not because I'm sad, or I don't feel like talking, it's because I'm thinking about stuff. I'm always thinking, about the past, present, and how my future might be. That's me in a sense, a deep thinker. This brings me to another random point I just thought about. Why do people say about things, "That's so gay."? How can something be gay?, because girls like it or would do it? It makes me mad, because it's like putting down gay people in a bad way. Last time I heard, gay people are people too, with feelings. That's the problem with society, people are scared to go against the grain. Not me, if I feel something is wrong, or should be done a different way, then I'm gonna do it. Society's rules aren't always right, so why always follow them? If you get a girls number, fuck the 3 day rule society tells you. If I like her, I'm calling her the next day. What's the point of waiting? You might come off desperate? If she gives me her number, she obviously wants me to call her, so why wait 3 days to call her? There are many other societal rules I don't believe in, but that'll be another time. Hope you enjoyed me bickering.

sept 30, 2010

Here I am killing time, waiting to go downstairs to work at 2. I have to finish my QA homework, and hopefully finish my E-commerce lab. Tonight, there are supposed to be thunderstorms, so it should be fun walking home tonight. Tomorrow is Minh's 21st birthday, and I know he's really playing it down, but deep down inside I know he's probably really excited. So we'll celebrate 2morrow night, have fun, and do w/e this weekend. I just found out that I will be having an appointment to meet with an oral surgeon to talk about my wisdom teeth. When I was last at the dentist, they told me that my two bottom wisdom teeth had to come out "sooner than later." I'm too big of a fan when dentist's use drills in my mouth, so I'm not too pleased that they're going to cut my gums open to take these damn wisdom teeth out. At least I'll be under, that is the only good part about the whole thing. That's until next time.

Grad Review

I had scheduled a graduation review about 2 weeks ago for today at 4. I didn't know what to expect, but all I wanted was to hear that I would graduate on time. I was sure that I would need one more IS&T elective. I was wrong. I have to do is take the second part of my capstone, and that's it. I have to take a total of 16 credits next semester. Capstone will take up 3 of those, so I need to fill out the other 13 credit hours, which my advisor told me could be anything, because after this semester, my IS&T core is complete. That brought a huge smile to my face. Pass all my classes this semester, take one required course next semester with some other fill-ins, and I'm done. I even had a moment that is reminiscent of dad I think. I even said this out loud, cause I guess I was thinking out loud. I said, "I can't believe I was in this same office summer of 2007, filling out my first roster for my first semester, and now I'm here getting a grad review." Then my advisor said, "Time flies by." I just really can't believe that I'm this close to graduating. I've completed all of my traditional core, and I'm basically done my major core. I was ecstatic to hear that.

Dad

I hate my self sometimes for the way I treat my Dad. He's been through so fucking much, and just thinking about that makes me cry sometimes. He loves nothing more in the world than me, my sis, and mom. But, for some odd dumb ass reason, I give him a hard time when I'm home or over the phone. I'm sarcastic, fresh, and very short tempered, and I give small brief answers when he asks me questions. I love him so fucking much, and it sucks that I can't translate that when I actually see him. My Dad is 58, and is just around the corner from 60. He's been through so much and has battled with various things throughout his life. I am extremely proud to be his son. He's unique, special, thoughtful, logical, loving, caring, passionate, and I like to think that I have inherited most of his traits. When I go to his facebook and read his Info and about me, I always tear up. I know how much I love him, and I wish that one day, I'll be able to actually show him how much I love him. I've always felt that I've never been the best son my dad could have, and that really pisses me off. This has been goin' on since I can remember, and I'm going to try very hard to try and change that. I LOVE YOU DAD!!!!!!!

not feelin' good

So I just got done a very busy and stressful week. In the past 2 weeks, I've worked 54 hrs. I averaged 27 hrs. the past 2 weeks, which means I've worked a lil' over an average of 5 hrs. a day the past 2 weeks. I woke up this morning w/ a fuckin' cold soar. And when I was at work, I noticed that it had kind of spread. So, I feel extra insecure walking around now, cuz I feel like when ppl look at me, they're gonna look straight at my mouth. I'm also not feelin' well in general, and it's kinda hard to explain. Tonight, there was apparently a flash mod on broad st. and there were cops everywhere. Gonna play ball 2morrow, which should be fun. And the phils won 2mite, to push their up their lead in the NL East, extend their winning streak to 11 games, and become the team w/ the best record in the majors.

ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What a fun week. I freakin' worked 50+ hrs that past two weeks. Looking at a computer screen for for more than 5 hrs at a time can make someone go crazy. I might have to start stop working so much. Anyway, pretty busy week with school and such. This java program kicked my ass, but I did my best. I dont really know what else to say. Cant wait for the weekend and sleeping in. I think we're playing basketball on saturday at some point. Haven't played in forever, so that should be fun. I'll have something to say this weekend, so keep checking back.

thinking

I've been thinking, and I want more out of this job. All I really do is sit around doing h/w, surfing the net trying to keep myselkf occupied. but I'm a senior now, and I jsut feel like I should be doing more with this job. People are imaging computers and other stuff, and all I do is sit around doing nothing. I don't want that anymore. I have a genuine interest in doing more advanced things with this job. If I dont know how to do something, teach me the first time, and I will learn it, and then repeat it again again until I can do it without making a mistake. I really want to ask Toni, John, and Tom for more oppurtunities for projects and such. I feel as though I'm not respected, because they don't expect as much from me as they do other from the other people who work here. I'm just going to tell them straight-up that I want to do more. Other than that, I'm going home this weekend for Yom Kippur. Also, my mom insists that dinner on Friday will be my "21st Birthday dinner", so I'm going to have to choose something for that. Then, Saturday, we're going to my Aunt Deena's for dinner to break the fast...ugh, lol. And between then, I will be doing homework, because it seems like I will have a lot of it.

new york weekend

What a way for me to officially turn 21 and for kyle to turn 22. It was a group of 8 friends, that just wanted to take new york by storm and have a great time. We stayed at the fucking waldorf, the WALDORF!!!!! The phillies game was fun....it would have been better it we wouldda won, but thats cool. We go back to the hotel, and everyone is getting ready. Then we get together in one of the rooms, and its decked out in birthday gear for kyle. Mary got me 21 shot glass necklace, a 21st birthday pin, and shirt that made me laugh so...u just had to see it to believe it. So, Karina and kyle meet us, and we all go out to dinner to this pizza place. The funny part is that I didnt even order a beer, cuz I knew I'd be waist up in beer the whole night. So after dinner, we head to my sister's apt to pre-game. She met everyone, and everyone was having a god time. And it was finally time to head out to the bars. The first bar was The Stumble Inn which is ironic and I'll explain that later. It was crazy once we got in. My first drink was a vodka tonic courtesy of my sis, and it was sooo good. Then my next drink was only drink I paid for, a bud light. After that, OMG!!!! People got me jager-bombs, shots of coffee flavored patron, more beer, shots of soco on lime. It was freakin ridiculous. Then, as we were leaving, Mary fell on the sidewalk right outside the bar. She stumbled out of stumble in....LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. Then we all went to Mad River, where it was more of the same. Only, this time it was a lot more shots, and less beer. I went up to the bartender and asked for a Budlight, and Mary sed it was my 21st. So right after she said that and I tried to give the bartender money, she gave it right back to me. After a while in Mad River, we all went back to the hotel. Sunday morning, UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH! Massive headache, stomach not feeling well, and couldnt stand up or really see that straight. But it was totally worth it. Thanks to Tut, Minh, Kyle (Philly), Kyle (Brooklyn), Mary, Karina, Melissa, Tracy, Seth, my sister, and both Cate's for making this weekend one of the best weekends of my life. It was absolutely amazing, and I had a freaking blast. What a way to turn 21, and I will never forget that weekend ever!!!!

fianlly 21

ok, so im extra nervous to go out for my bday right? its me, kyle, tut, akrian, n tracy. minh couldnt go cuz hes still 20, but i still love em. so its us going to the bar, and i am honestly nervous cuz ive never been to a bar before legally and gotten drinks. so i get carded at the dorr, and im "look at card, im 21 bitches, lol". so we're at the bar, kyle orders beers for all of us...u rule kyle. so im drinkin my first beer and it still feels weird, cuz i guess it hasnt hit me that im 21. however, rite before i get to my first beer, im sure who it was, but someone ordered me a shot of whiskey (thanks to whoever did it), and even though it was a samll one, it still burned...lmfao. after that, i strarted drinking beer, and im done my first one right. so in the middle of the seocnd one, tracy orders me a soht called "dirt girl scout"...i kid you not(thank so much tracy). so me and tracy take these shots, and taste literally like mint choc chip, which is amazing. thne i start to finish my second beer, wen karina wants to get me a soht of tequila(Thanks so much karina). i was a lil' hesitant, cuz theres the salt and lime to deal with, but i was like fck it. so i lick the salt, take the shot, then suck the lime, and it wasnt that bad...lol. now im finished my second beer, and started on my third beer. kyle then orders a shot of soco and lime( thanks so much kyle). I took it, and it was really good. it was like a liquid sour patch kid: sweet and sour, and good. then this guys sits at the bar, and being as happy as i was, i was like, "guess wat? its my birthday...im 21!!!!!!!!". he goes, "thats awesome", then buys me a beer. wen he walked away, i was like, "thanks, i really appreciate that". so now im double fisting, and we go to the back for a change of scenery(courtesy of karina), and we start chillin on the dancefloor. after bout 10 min, we decide to step up on the platofor and dance. i start doin the snoop dog, and the west philly shuffle(still tryna figure that one out), n after a while, one of the bouncers gets me down n says its only for girls. the funny part was that wen he heard that it was my bday, he apologized to me..lol. anyway, im done my third beer, n working on my 4th one. by now, me, we're alldacning together having a good time. once i fininsh my 4th beer, we're out. but to leave on a good note, i dance the whole way out to this good song that was playing. overall, great day...recieved a lot of love on face book n texts. got great food from the pops, n enjoyed a great nite out w/ the best friends ever. IM 21!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

September 8h, 2010

Today is kind of a special day for me, because I turn 21 today. Besides 13 and 50, it is the number. The last couple days have been killer for me. Anticipation, nervousness, excitment, fear, all molded into one feeling. The one thing I think is funny on birthday's is that people you never ever talk to at all, wish a happy birthday on Facebook; that always gives me a good laugh. I also like getting texts throughout the day. It's just a reminder that people care, and it's good to feel cared for. Now, I'm sitting here eating some Popeyes, cuz my dad just came by my work w/ a card, and bag w/ 2 boxes of chicken and a box of biscuits. I've already had 2 drumsticks and a biscuit. It's hilariuos that I'm sitting in a lab w/ students doing their work and I'm eating Popeyes. Everytime I think about it being my birthday and turning 21, I have to stop myself from smiling. I got some nice gifts from the roomies last night. A bottle opener, silly bands, a phillies stop sign, and a phillies pennant. My roommate even spelled my name like Jessie on one of the cards...HILARIOUS. The best part about turning 21, is that you get an excuse to an excuse to act a lil' dumb. Not outrageous or immature, but a lil' dumb and spazzy. We are going to the bar 2nite, but the real party won't begin until Friday night, then it will continue to Saturday when the Phils beat the Mets' ass in NYC, and we party till we can't stand anymore. But I just want to say I could never have imagined all this love I'm getting today. Just flashing back to years back and thinking of memories; I've really made some amazing friends and bonds that will last forever. My family is unbelievable, and my friends are right beside them. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR EVERYTHING. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT MEANS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

birthday

It's the day before my birthday, and I should be happy and excited right? Well, for some reason I fell a little depressed. I don't know why, and I don't want to be, but that's honestly how I feel. I feel like I've built my birthday and this weekend coming up to be so big, that it will be complete bust. I REALLY hope it's not, but I can't get help but feel it. 21 is a really big number, and I feel as though I'm not ready to turn 21. Bars, clubs, buying beer and shit. It shouldn't feel like added responsibilities on me, but it does, and I hate that feeling. I don't want to have to put on a fake face, and act happy. I want to be happy, because I'm turning fucking 21. But for some far unknown reason to me, I don't feel that way, and it fucking blows big time. Hopefully it'll get better later tonight and tomorrow. If it doesn't, then I'm an asshole and jackass. That's how I'll feel, if I feel like shit on my birthday, and my roommates are so happy for me.

Observant

I very keen at observing many things. Most importantly, I'm a good people observer. I watch their body language, facial expressions, tone of language, and I can tell certain things about them. I know when someone is having a good time, bad time, and when their lying. The best part is calling them out on it, and lie to you about how they really feel, because they don't want you to admit it. I love saying that I'm a novelist, because in the 40 Year-old Virgin, when Cal says he is a good observer of the female folk, he says he's a novelist. I love going to parties and just looking around to see what people are doing. I like walking around campus going to class with my music on, just watching people pass me, and watching people around me. I get it from my dad, cause he sees a lot of things that most people would never think to see. Sometimes at the house, when everyone is talking, I just sit back and listen to everyone. I look at them, to see their faces, and can most likely tell if they're having a good time or not. When someone is talking, I like to see other people's facial reactions. I think it's hilarious sometimes. In general, I like to think myself as a very keen observer. Not even just of people, many other things.

Confidence

When one doesn't have confidence, it's hard to do certain things. Confident guys have no problem talking to girls and being cocky and arrogant. It comes with being confident. There are levels of confidence, and I guess it just depends where what your confidence level is. I have confidence in many areas: sports, computers, math, music, and spazzin. However, the one place I lack some confidence is girls and talking to girls. I tend to wait until they talk to me, and that has worked in the past. But, there will be times when there's this one girl who is unbelievably attractive, that you just have to psych yourself into talking to her. It doesn't matter what you say or what she says back. The fact that your talking to her will make yourself feel better. This was the case last night. I had already heard about this girl from my friend when went to the bar, and he said she was pretty hot. So when I learned this girl would be at our friends house, I was pretty intrigued to see her.

When I saw her at the house, I was like DAMN, this chick is fuckin' beautiful. Like she's not the type of girl you call hot. She's the type of girl you call attractive, beautiful, or stunning. I kept telling myself the whole night to talk to her. Find a moment, and just introduce yourself or make a joke and roll from there. Well, it kinda worked. I made a little joke about this group of kids who walked in, but were in the wrong place so they left right after they came in. The best part, was when we were walking to this other house party, and me and my friend were walking on both her sides and talking to her at the same time. We were actually "fighting" for her, but all I was trying to do was just talk to her, flirt with her a little, and have a good time with her. It all started when I asked if she wanted to play pong with me, and she said yea. The funny thing was that I knew her name, but I didn't want her to know that, so I asked her name in a funny way. I was like, "you what's funny? We're a team, and I don't know what your name is. What's your name?". Then to play it off, I was like, "See, we're already team building, we have a solid foundation now". She was cracking up. Then I told her that we needed a special hand-shake, so since I was feelin' her, I decided to go with the one hand-shake no one can hate, the Fresh Prince shake. I showed her it, and she liked it, so we were set to play.

We won the game, which had this girl in a really good mood. So then we went to my other friend's house, which was a pretty good time too. I ran into a lot of people I knew, so that was real cool. We were talking, dancing, and ready to play pong. But two of my roommates left, so it was me and my other roommate and the group of girls. So then they decided to leave, we walked them back to their car, and hugged them good-night. I honestly felt we both had a good time that night. We weren't flirting the way I would've liked to, but it was good. And it always feels good to make a girl, especially a very attractive girl laugh, because your own personality and sense of humor that made her laugh. Anyway, that night with this girl was really good, and gave me a lot of confidence.

Saturday before 21

Today was a pretty damn good day. First, we got Qdoba for lunch which I thought was very good. Then we played volleyball, and the best part about that was this girl. There was a group of about 4 or 5 walkin' by, and this one chick I was looking at was looking right back at me. After a while I decided to wave at her, and she waved back with a smile. The one thing I regret is not asking her to play volleyball with us. After that, we walked down this block that was having a block party, which was kind of beat, so then we headed home. We chilled here for a while doing nothing, until we decided to go get dinner and eat at the bell tower. All of us got Nashery, and my Panini was actually pretty good. Then, while we were eating, another group walked by and this girl gave me a smile and nod. So after the first chick from volleyball, and this chick, I was feeling pretty good about the day. Now, we're back at the house chillin' and playing rockband. We're about to pre-game, and go out somewhere. Who knows? Who cares? Planning on this night being a good night!!!!!! FYI...in 4 days is my 21ST BDAY, and I kinda can't wait.

Turning 21

Just like the card game…

it always mostly safe to be under,

if you over, you’re going to get busted,

The only point of playing is get 21, the biggest age in today’s society is 21

It’s just a number, but is it?

It’s an invitation into a group.

More responsibilities, duties, maturity.

Different attitude, personality, views, and perceptions.

My invitation comes on September 8^th, 2010…

Let’s see how I handle it, and whether or not the group accepts me…

First Day

I am very tired typing this right now. But I thought I should at least comment on how my first day as a senior went. I woke up at 8, showered, and went to my 9 o'clock. That went okay, then the professor for my next class never showed up. So I went over the my boss to give her my schedule, and I worked for about 4-5 hours today. I was supposed to have lab today, but there isn't lab during the first week of classes. Overall, I'm supposed to have 3 classes on Monday, but today was only 1...score!!! Then I went to Penn to chill with lyssa and lish for a bit. Lyssa is going off to France and Italy for the next nine or so months, so we wanted to get some hangout time in before she left. I got to see lih's new apt/dorm, and it's pretty bitchin'...lol. She room is actually bigger than my room at the house, and her stereo system is Bose, so it's automatically amazing. Then I left, walked Lyssa to 22nd and Market, then I took the subway home, and got Jimmy John's for dinner, yummy yum yum. I've just chilled and did some reading for a class. That's that, ttyl.

Senior Yr

Here I am sitting in my new room in the house I will be living in this year. I can still recall what my mom said to me when I told her during Freshman year that I had found a house for sophomore year: "JESSE, I SAID NO HOUSES. I MEAN IT. A SOPHOMORE IN COLLEGE DOES NOT NEED TO BE LIVING IN A HOUSE!!!!!!". Now look. I'm living in a house with 6 other people, and I can't believe I'm actually a Senior. I'm a the point where I can pin-point a Freshman by what their wearing or how they're behaving. Three years went by like that, and I'm going to be graduating this Spring. When it really hit me that I was a Senior, was when I received a notice from Temple to schedule my Senior Portrait. That's when I thought to myself, "I'm a fuckin' senior". This year, I just gonna try and live up every single day. Whether it's at work, in class, chillin, at a party, w/e. I've had such a blast the past 3 years, and college has done so much for me, that I'm going to take everything in no matter how bored I am. I learned a new phrase this summer, courtesy of my boy Hayden, and it's Carpe Diem, which means seize the moment or opportunity. I kinda put the into play today, but not really. Let this year go, and let's work.