So, here’s the thing about being a graduate…

…you have a lot more time on your hands to do meaningless, counterproductive things like tweet, facebook stalk, eat (not meaningless, but unnecessary when you eat out of boredom), talk into a fan and above all - sleep.

Though it usually makes me feel like a complete piece of poop on a log, sleeping has become my newest hobby. I can sleep at least 12 hours in one session and be completely fine. Why? BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO DO ALL DAY. I might wake up at 8:30 or 9, think to myself how theres really nothing to do in my town or around the house, then return to my slumber without hesitation.

It really does make me feel like a waste of a handsome, 6’4” shell of a body…amiright?

So…now that I have a job (in other words, an income), I’m going to trade my jammies for something that I love - something that makes me happy and makes me feel like maybe I’m not such a degenerate: PAINTINGGG! Just look how happy it makes me:

Seriously though, painting is expensive, but once you have all the supplies, it takes a while for them to run out. Money has been the only thing holding me back from starting up over the past few months.

Well, anyway…I can’t wait to start making some beautiful things to share - and to start waking up at a reasonable hour everyday :)

A new start…

Having recently graduated from Roger Williams University and moved out of Rhode Island completely, I find myself facing the fear that I’ve worked to avoid for so many weeks – I am an unemployed graduate.

I realize that I’m not alone in this predicament; millions of students across the country are jobless, sitting on their parents’ couch, gluttonously devouring every spec of food in the kitchen. Or is that just me…?

To be honest, I’m truly looking forward to the relaxation of life at home. No more papers to write on meaningless topics, no more group projects and no more academic-related stress. But then again, am I going to miss this stuff?

The papers kept my knowledge relevant and gave my life a schedule, the group projects forced me to stay organized and on point, and the stress…well, the stress is what college is all about. I had access to so many things while studying at the university, and now that I’m officially an alumnus, I need to find ways to utilize the things I’ve learned over the past four years.

The best way to do that, I suppose, is with a job. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to find a job that really makes me happy and allows me to stretch my skills over a few different fields. Meanwhile, I suppose I’m just going to have to deal with the extra time that I have and apply all of those admirable collegiate characteristics to searching for a job.

Welcome to my life.

lunar or solar?

So, I’m going to see ‘Eclipse’ today…and I can’t keep myself from thinking, “WHYYY???” As much as I actually do want to see this movie, part of me hates the fact that, even though I haven’t even read the paper version of this story yet, I’m still intrigued to go watch CGI werewolves, topless teen megastars, a lip-biting awkward actress and blood-sucking, glitterfied vampires dance across the screen with one goal: to make tween girls scream with love-induced fear joy.

And there justifies my proclamation; WHYYY am I doing this to myself? I am becoming another, an addition, a member of a pack, a [+1] to the list of millions who flock to the theaters everytime a Twilight film comes out.

The worst part of all this is the fact that I feel the need to support my interest in these movies by indulging in the books that accompany them. If this weren’t so, I would have no problem going to see ‘Eclipse’ for the sheer enjoyment of watching an action-filled piece of entertainment.

Take, for instance, the Harry Potter series of books/films. Have I read any of the books? Yes. One of them. In 6TH GRADE! Have I read any since? Absolutely not. Why?? Because a majority of my friends in those impressionable youthful years went from normal, lip gloss-wearin’ pre-teens to dragon-drawing, elf-imitating, wand-swinging, wizard-loving wierdos. I’m sorry - they changed. Harry Potter changed them and forever altered my opinion toward this series.

BUT!!! Believe me, I love the movies. Somehow I have learned to separate the two mediums: film from book. I can go to a movie theater, watch the film, and leave completely satisfied without a scrap of remorse for not reading those damned scriptures that ruined my life 10 years ago. The Harry Potter films are impressive enough to stand alone.

With Twilight, I can’t resist. I blame it on the fact that the movies have been so….mediocre…thusfar that I NEED to read the books to make the movies a little more substantial and meaningful. But nonetheless, I’m reading; best believe I am reading fast and furiously. The Twilight saga has entirely consumed my train rides home from work and I even pull it out when I’m chillin’ by the pool or dookin’ on the turrlet. Kidding, but seriously. I read it every chance I get. Impossibly often, as Bella would say.

As much as I hate joining in on the craze, I can’t help my undying love for Jacob’s abs and Edwards glitter skin. I will never love anything of Bella’s in an undying manner. She’s a dumb girl.

ECLIPSE. LUNAR OR SOLAR?!

declaration

i hereby declare my resumed blogging on each day henceforthwhich brings to my attention moments of pure delight and crass or unintelligible humour. all those subjected to such literary installments shall revel in the jolly nature of such developments as they occur sequentially. thank you.

but before i go…i am currently sitting in the office at JAMN 94.5 FM in medford, massachusetts. a little frazzled. a lot exhausted. and a medium amount delirious.

today began pretty normally, i’d say; i over-slept by approximately 50 minutes, quickly ate a very small bowl of maple & brown sugar shredded mini wheats, banged my jaw on the top of my car door whilst entering la macchina and dozed in and out of a somewhat-conscious state throughout the hour long carride to the northwest boston area.

on the trek eastbound, on a normal day at least, i often observe the passersby that make their way past my vehicle. majority of the highway population are complete characters: the little neckless man with bald patches, wire-rimmed glasses, maroon polo and thin mustache in his clunker-of-a-car that i’m sure reeks of cigarette smoke, or the athletic-built woman in the giant black SUV who simultaneously chats on her cell phone while hurriedly maneuvering her battlecar through traffic, perched in a stiff and upright driving position.

however, this morning my sights were directed and glued to a particular flat red pontiac; early 90s, black detail on the retro body kit, rusted hub caps and the paint chipped off of the spoiler. but the appearance of this devilish motor vehicle wasn’t what caught my eye.

the driver, a frizzy blonde-haired woman in her mid-40s with her hair consuming the entire head rest of the drivers seat, drove her car in ways that truly pushed all of my buttons and rustled my hypothetical feathers (which would be those of a majestic eagle, if you were curious).

to get to the point, this chick was a complete road bizznitch. changing lanes for no purpose amidst crowded traffic WITHOUT THE USE OF BLINKERS, swerving between delivery trucks at high speeds and stopping abruptly to avoid collision, and worst of all: entering a clearly marked EXIT ONLY lane to pass traffic and then cutting off cars to get back onto the main road at the last minute.

there is no way to describe this woman without words such as b*tch, a**hole, imbecile, etc. The list is endless but she deserves every label that is thrown at her. That woman is a menace to society and i have no idea how she has her license or has managed to keep her car in relatively good condition.

if i see this woman again, she will surely get a roundhouse slap to the dome out of my driver side window. maybe then she’ll start respecting the rules of the road that have been so knowledgeably established.

road whore.

Overwhelmed with greatness

It’s hard to deny my incessant love for Lady Gaga. It’s equally as hard to deny my love for Beyoncè. 

Both are powerful, multitalented singing artists who bring with them a unique view into the world of entertainment. Just YouTube their recent performances and one can see how engaging and truly interesting they are. They are true entertainers. 

Whether it be singing personally to a young girl with Leukemia during a world tour or hanging above a crowded theater with blood streaming down her stomach, both Beyoncè and Gaga have proven themselves to be different from others in their profession. 

They take originality to new heights and break the mold of what being a performing artist entails by separating themselves from the norm.

Well, for fans like me, dreams transformed into reality when these wonder-women joined forces and unveiled two beautifully crafted singles to bless our Gagoncè-lovin’ ears. Beyoncè’s ‘Video Phone’ featuring Lady Gaga and Lady Gaga’s ‘Telephone’ featuring Beyoncè are undeniably trance-inducing melodies.

‘Video Phone’ is pretty risk-ay when analyzing the lyrics, and the music video is a little out-there as well, but Beyoncè did an excellent job at combining Gaga and her styles into one song. 

Gaga brought her quirky attitude to the video and adopted some of Beyoncè’s classic sass, whereas ‘Sasha Fierce’ changed from voluptuous vixen to futuristic flirt in order to compliment the Gaganian image. It’s a great collaboration, in summary.

‘Telephone’ is a great song based on its musicality in general, but with the hip-hop styling of Beyoncè added in, this jam could be fairly popular among Gaga fans in the future. No video accompanied this song; however, it might be advantageous of Gaga to throw one together.

In an interview with New York’s Z100 radio station, Gaga commented on the process behind shooting the ‘Video Phone’ music video with Beyoncè.

“When I was doing her video with her, she called me and she said, ‘What do you want to do?’” Gaga explained. “And I’m like, ‘I don’t want to show up in some frickin’ hair bow and be fashion Gaga in your video.’ I said, ‘I want to do you.’”

An unlikely pair as far as musical style and genre is concerned, but with their combined talent and impact on the music scene, this duet is sure to please if they decide to extend their partnership to tour status.

Clearly the creative juices are flowing between the two show-stoppers.  I’m just hoping that that creative river continues to take over the music industry and lead to more interesting collaborations between artists.

Let’s bring together country and electronica or rap and indie. Heck, let’s even throw together some pop and jazz.  Let’s get creative, people. 

Music is a blank canvas when it comes to being original and creative. Take some risks, invent some new beats or melodies, and have fun with what has become a repetitive collection of sampled songs.

I’mma let you finish, but I’m really sick of hearing Lil’ Wayne scratchily assembling similes in everyone’s new singles.