Long time no post...

Quite a bit has happened since the last time I posted...

Here's the rundown:

Week following Minneapolis wasn't too exciting, but it got better as the week went on. On Friday, Ashley, a girl I met at the beginning of the term, had her 18th birthday and invited Max and me out to dinner at a really nice restaurant on the bay. Turned out no one was planning on buying her dinner that night, so I covered her and max...after all, you can't go out with a girl, especially on her birthday, and make her pay. Dinner was pretty good. The best part was hanging out there talking for nearly 3 hours. AFter dinner we decided to drive to Spencer and go to see Domino. It was a pretty good movie. I recommend it. That was it for the night.

Saturday was a rather boring day until the evening. Max and I ran to walmart and watched movies all day. Around 8:30 or so Ashley and 2 of her friends came over and hung out for a few hours just talking and telling jokes and such...

Sunday was pretty uneventful also. Just watched movies and caught up on missed sleep from the night before. I had some problems with Whitney and flat out decided not to talk to her anymore. More on this when I get more into this current week.

This week:
Monday was boring as hell. It really sucks having to get up for work at 6 in the morning. That night after a day of texting and trying to call and such I finally give into Whitney and talk to her. She seemed pretty sincere with her apology.

Tuesday-Today:
So Whitney and I had been talking a lot, but today brought back my feelings that i had last sunday. It's a long story. Here's what I don't understand at all...and this doesn't just have to do with her: Why do girls go after the guys that don't give a shit about them...the guys that continually hurt them, the guys that probably cheat on and lie to the girl?? It hurts me more than anyone can imagine to see a girl that I like or even those that are just friends to be continually hurt by the same guy. I can't wait till the day when they get the courage to leave that guy. When that time happens there life will be one hell of a lot better. I've seen it happen and that's how it is every time.

Anyone who happens to be reading let me know what I should do. Do you stay and keep waiting, getting continuously pushed to the side, just to watch them get hurt again or just cut your losses and get out of it and not have that shit to worry about?? The problem is that she makes me feel like no other girl ever has. Such a hold on me...

In other news, work has been really boring this week. I'm doing in line audits and time studies of stations on the line. It has to be done, it's just slow, time consuming, and boring. Oh well...i'm getting paid well for it so I guess I can't complain.

Plans for tomorrow and the rest of the weekend:

Friday: nothing planned

Saturday: Judging debate in spencer and getting paid for it!!
Saturday night: Halloween party at our place!

Sunday: No clue

I can't wait for Thanksgiving...I haven't seen my family in a long time and I'm really looking forward to it. Plus I miss Colorado a ton.

Good music artists to check out:
Sage Francis, Cunninlynguists, Eyedea and Abilities, Dayton Family, Nickleback

I'm out for now...those of you that know me...hit me up sometime...i'm bored as hell out here.

Webshots Pictures

I've got some pictures uploaded...check out the link above

Music and Minneapolis

So since Iowa is so incredibly boring, Max, Lee, and I decided to take a road trip to Minneapolis to go so Sage Francis, Sol.Illaquists and Sole in concert. It was amazing. If you're into rap, check out the real stuff...these guys are it.

As far as Minneapolis, that city is amazing. It's clean, big, and full of culture. I love it.

When I Look Into Your Heart

When I look into your heart
I see us holding each other
I can finally see forever
When I look into your heart

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I've seen the moon dance on the waters
Watched the morning sun slip through the trees
But the sight of you is the vision
That takes me to my knees
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When I look into your heart
I see us holding each other
I can finally see forever
When I look into your heart
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I've never known such comfort
And I've never felt such release
I've never felt so connected
And I've never known such peace
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When I look into your heart
I see us holding each other
I can finally see forever
When I look into your heart
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I can finally see forever
When I look into your heart

Seems like a good time to throw this up again...

I don't know what I do wrong or what I don't have, but I'll still be standing there...someone to talk to...someone to lean on. Maybe someday I won't finish last. I've posted the following before, but to let you know, I don't agree with it 100%...most of it seems to be a pretty accurate description of how things go for me though.

Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.