note to self:

i like that i can perceive to have conversations just through status message updates. the best part is not knowing exactly if the other person is responding or it is just a coincidence.

Bernie Mac

so i am another year older and this is the song that is currently ringing true

You can believe in me, baby
Can i believe in you?
What you don’t know
Can hurt you, child
All the things a mind can
Do to you

If i go bad
From time to time
Love to love but love is not
My only crime
Bathe the path, shine the light
Better get your ass up on
The mountain, baby
I’ll take you up tonight

Faded
This i feel
Behind the blue clouds
I remain concealed
Lord, lift me out of the night
Come on, look down
And see the mess i’m in tonight

You can believe in me, baby
Can i believe in you?
I wish i could remember what
You said, when i said
Enough

You said
Good boy… bad boy… killjoy…
Get your ass over here, boy
And since i know
Myself so well
Don’t breathe a word
Don’t you ever tell

You can believe in me, baby
Can i believe in you?
That secret’s gonna kill you
In the end
It’s gonna kill
You

Afghan Whigs - “Faded”

It is funny how when it rains it pours. I had one old friend spill her guts last night saying all the right things at the wrong time and then when i publicly comment on something another friend thinks it is about them (although it applies to their situation)…i guess KSX is right that everyone I know is in a fucked up relationship.
anyway i probably resolved one of the situations by coming home and writing words that needed to be put out there…i just hope my words are not taken the wrong way…it is just bad timing.

BOB will be on the IL for the next 6-8 weeks with a torn calf muscle. He hopes to be ready for next season after a long rehab session.

Here is the story for those not there….
We were playing ball and I was in the air then landed and it felt like someone threw a baseball into the back of my calf…i turned around and no one was there, tried to take a step and felt extreme pain in my calf. Thinking maybe just a cramp tried to walk it off put nothing helped…i felt like puking. Decided to drive home…that hurt…by the time I got home I knew I had either torn my calf, ruptured a tendon, or broke my leg. Was in pain all night, nothing helped.

so i have been hanging out with a girl that is in a bad relationship and stumbled upon the Mullet classic “Dump Your Boyfriend”

Okay, you got me.
Yeah, I’m quite taken with you.
I’m a finicky guy. You’re a sight for sore eyes.
So you’ll have to do.
But there’s a problem.
I think you know what I mean.
You’re wasting your time with some other guy.
Hey, what about me?

Tell me, what’s he have that I don’t
This is me with my heart on my sleeve.
I’m begging you please: dump your boyfriend.

This is stupid.
I’m sick of waiting my turn.
I’m not one to be content to sit back and yearn.
But lemme tell ya: don’t want a love triangle.
You know those never end up equilateral.

Tell me, what’s he have that I don’t
This is me with my heart on my sleeve.
I’m begging you please: dump your boyfriend.

He’s gonna beat on you.
He’s gonna cheat on you, and that will serve you right.
You chose him over me
You shouldn’t screw with me.
This dude does not abide.

So I watch the UFC PPV with Carson and his in-laws, this is the first UFC PPV I have watched in years, I was always more of a PRIDE fan. I liked that PRIDE forced action by taking away money from the fighters if they just kept running from each other and the fact that PRIDE was much more brutal.

So the main event was former PRIDE fighter “Rampage” Jackson vs. the winner of the 1st year of the UFC’s TV show, Forrest Griffin. Like in the case of boxing’s “The Contender” TV series, it seems the winner of said shows get title shots they may or may not deserve. So the main event went all 5 rounds, “Rampage” knocked down Griffin in the 1st, Griffin took Jackson down in the 2nd, the 3rd was a bit of a draw and the 4th were clearly “Rampage” rounds. So as an avid boxing fan my scorecard was 48-47, going by the normal scoring system and seeing Adyla Bird (a boxing judge) was one of the judges, I along with everyone else in the room was shocked when the announced that Griffin was the new champion.

Boxing has long been seen as a shady sport, but that is mainly the promoters’ fault. This was a clear case of UFC wanting to legitimize their TV show winners. I could care less if I ever see another UFC event and if this is the type of thing that happens I hope the UFC is never considered a real sport.

that i need a change. i really started to question my future in the advertising world. i am trying to make a list of clients to go after and i am looking at other people’s work and wishing i could do what they were doing. it’s not that other’s work is better than the ideas i come up with, it is the fact that they can act on the ideas, it is hard to have the vision of a creative director when you don’t have the skills or talented employees to make it come alive.

i really think i want to start up a creative concept group sort of like Innovative Dining Group or the Light Group. Basically I love the idea of consulting or helping startup and brand restaurants, nightclubs, retail stores, then turning them over. Anyone have a million dollars they want to invest?

well i am finally getting back into a routine after 2 weeks of madness. the madness was good on some accounts because it seemed i constantly had something to do…but the other side of that is i was reminded how things could have been and how things will never be.

it seems the people that make me the happiest are also the people who make me the saddest.

well today i am going to be apart of two people making a big mistake…i will try to keep my mouth shut and just watch the chaos ensue.