MurdaFace Chronicles

Murdaface is dead.

2008-09-10T17:21:00.002-04:00

I will now be posting here. This will be the only blog I continually update with a combination of literature, rants, lame excuses for conversation and possibly pictures. I'll probably keep this blog up too so people can just find the link and go straight to that blog.

Pie is boring

2008-09-08T08:15:00.003-04:00

So I'm currently working my new job here on campus at Rider. I sit at a desk for as long as I want waiting for someone to get locked out of their room in the dorm hall I am assigned. It's easy as pie.

I'm bored.

College. A Poem.

2008-09-07T12:52:00.003-04:00

College is fun.
Except when they try to control your life.
And by they I mean the man.
And by the man I mean Rider.
I'm 21 I'll drink if I want to.
No I'm not stupid, I'm not going to funnel vodka.
I have self control.
I am a human being who is conscious of the hazards of drinking.
Especially underage drinking.
It's wrong.
Don't do it.

Ready or Not. Get Set. Go.

2008-09-06T16:39:00.002-04:00

It's raining outside.

There's a big party tonight at my apt. and to be honest, I don't know what to think.

I want to watch a movie. But the tv in my room doesn't have an AV cable plug in, so all I can watch is tv... lame. The tv in the living room is being used by my roommates. They're playing halo.

I just had a hamburger I made on the george foreman grill. It was decent.

Fuck I have to clean.

I'm kinda tired. Maybe a nap too.

Also, I have to run 2 miles tomorrow for the start of hockey season. Gah.

O hay girl hay

2008-09-03T21:39:00.002-04:00

Who gives homework on the first day of classes?

And why am I not hammered right now?

WTF?

2008-09-01T21:04:00.001-04:00

At school.

Andrew just informed me he has three nipples.

Interesting.

Glen got more writing published!

2008-08-27T17:15:00.003-04:00

I got more writing published! I know, I'm as surprised as you... and its for Opium too! Fuckin' rad!

Well check it out here.

Tell all of your friends or I'll have to murdaface a bitch. Thanks!

Bluebitch.

2008-08-26T11:11:00.003-04:00

I was just sitting in my backyard watching the birdfeeder when a blue jay swung from the frightening heights of the holly tree adjacent to the feeder only to violently attempt to attack my dog. What the fuck?

Luckily Mickey tried to take a chomp at the bluebitch and it flew to the next yard.

Random?

Stoopid!

2008-08-23T11:25:00.003-04:00

My apologies for not updating as much as I wanted to this entire summer. With work dominating my life and the little free time I had spent working on my Jeep, the few free nights I had were spent relaxing and/or getting shitfaced being that I am now legally allowed to since I am of age.

Last night I went to The Stone Pony to see Pepper, Slightly Stoopid and Sly & Robbie
It was a really good show. Although there were a lot of young kids there, most of which were smoking marijuana cigarettes. It was humorous to see all of the parents standing in the back of the bar while their children smoked in the crowd listening to the reggae dubby punk rock sounds of the three bands.

The only problem I had was the amount of kids. It forced Kiley and I to stand in the bar area and dance with all the other people our age. O well. I had fun.

Time for work.
Keep it true.

Help...

2008-08-15T00:29:00.001-04:00

I've got to start writing again. Seriously.

Work has torn my a new one. Not cool.

Thank you Mr. Marley

2008-08-12T16:55:00.002-04:00

"Love the life you live.
Live the life you love."

Slinky

2008-07-27T10:26:00.003-04:00

Is it sad that I haven't written anything in a while?
Or maybe its just because I never have time to do anything besides work.

I think its because my life has become some sort of downward spiral into reality.

...I feel worthless.

I apologize

2008-07-24T12:18:00.003-04:00

To you. My faithful readers.

I have been super busy with life and work and loving every minute I am alive. My girlfriend bought me a ps3 for my birthday. I shit my pants. Then I bought GTA4 for it. The ps3, not the shitty pants thing.

I got some nice things from my parents; including a desk, a chair for the desk, season 6 of Scrubs. Etc.

I also went to Atlantic City and won 70 bucks. The night of my birthday I threw up on a van. Cool, Glen.

Anywho, I will try to keep up with this blog nonsense as much as possible. But life is busy. Ok later.

two one

2008-07-18T14:12:00.001-04:00

I am 21.

Waste of oxygen

2008-07-15T11:59:00.001-04:00

I have wasted the first two years of my college career. I do not plan on wasting anymore time. This is my last year of college and I'm going to make it count. Fuck everything.

Also, I saw a roller derby match. It was awesome.

The dirty dirty east coast love

2008-07-11T00:56:00.003-04:00

So tired.
Can't Sleep.
6 Days until I am 21.
Atlantic City here I come.
Peanut Butter on Oreos is very delicious and I'm kinda upset I haven't discovered it earlier.
Dreads soon.
Muttonchops. They are cool. Thoughts?
Comment. Please?

Murdaface

2008-07-09T10:02:00.002-04:00

I drank two cups of coffee today.
Thus, I will continue to write about it.
But besides having caffeine dominate my soul, my back is destroying me. I pulled a muscle in it over a week ago. Now I wish it would go away.
Stupid spine.

Time to go outside. It's nice out.

List of pointless questions that may or may no make you think

2008-07-08T22:06:00.004-04:00

If I somehow managed to erase your face, would people still remember who you are?

Is that car fuel efficient?

Do you have a raincoat?

Do you like sprinkles on your cupcakes?

When you were born did the doctor apologize to your parents?

Its 10pm, do you know where your children are?

Where did that bruise on the back of your arm come from?\

Have you ever been on a road trip and had to pee so bad that you used a bottle that was only a little bit too small to hold all of the bodily fluids coming out of you?

Do you live in the past, present or future?

Whens the last time you felt alive?

Last one...

How do you define yourself?

I love the dirty dirty

2008-07-06T10:11:00.003-04:00

So work today was cancelled because of the foggy, rainy weather. Thus I've been up since 7:30 for no reason. However, I haven't done shit today except waste my life on Facebook. Classy? I think so. Add me as a friend maybe?

That feeling that I've been wasting my entire existence has come back again. I'm turning 21 in two weeks and I can't help but feel like for the past 21 years, I've done nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Hopefully the trip to Atlantic City that my buddies surprised me with will help change that. I can't wait for that. We're staying in the Tropicana and I think the Imax is in the same building. So here's the rundown if you haven't already figured it out.

Step 1. Drive to AC. Drink. Gamble. Be Dirty all night.
Step 2. Use the room we booked for pretty much only one reason.
Step 3. Wake up (that is if we happen to get sleep) Drink to get rid of the headaches. More Gambling.
Step 4. While still being wasted, go see Batman: the Dark Knight in the Imax theatre that is in the SAME BUILDING.
Step 5. Sober up and have who ever is being D. D. drive home.

Awesome. Yes. Very. July 17th - July 18th. Intense.

She move her body like a cyclone. Make me wanna do it all night long.

2008-07-04T17:36:00.002-04:00

My god I've been so busy with work. I haven't been around at all nor have I been able to sit down and actually write anything of any sort.

I guess its only natural...

Anyway, fireworks tonight. Happy 4th of July. Murdaface likes fireworks.

American Trees will be publishing a story I wrote in the near future. I would give you a link, but as of right now there is none except a Myspace. Check it out.

Jeepster

2008-07-01T10:41:00.002-04:00

I will be putting the liftkit on my Jeep today.
Thus, I will be carless for a week or two.
Go me.
That is all.

Revolution 101

2008-06-29T09:39:00.003-04:00

Good morning, I'm glad you could join me in the revolution.

I'm currently trying to take over the world. And by take over the world I mean write a story. Lately, work has been sucking all of the creative thoughts behind all motive that my mind employs. It really sucks.

So to fill you in: brain-eating zombies do not always equal a good story.

Ok, time to take over the world. Join me.

Drink my face off

2008-06-28T17:31:00.003-04:00

So it figures... I want to go out tonight and get shitty. Absolutely go crazy. Butttt no one is around and/or answering my calls. Looks like I'm hanging out alone tonight. Again. In 3 weeks that'll be over. I'll be 21 and there will be a lot more people to go out with. Gah! andddd here comes the depression again.

I want to get wasted Drank-faced tonight! Gah!

Fuck my life.

Oh! The lo-fidelity stickers came in so if you want some, comment or something I'll mail you some.

The late show isn't really that funny...

2008-06-26T23:52:00.003-04:00

So today I ate a giant hot pocket. A Stromboli. It was magnificent.

I also thought about how uncomfortable viagra commercials make a room full of people feel.

Then I played ice hockey.

Basically what I'm saying is:

I read this guy's blog today and I realized how much work sucks all the creative juice out of my brain. It also takes all the energy I do have and it squeezes it until it pops like a balloon. Damn the man.

Anyway, I am off to bed because it's late. Murdaface needs his beauty rest.

Why is my pocket getting warmer?

2008-06-25T18:03:00.002-04:00

I could really go for some Hot Pockets right now.

Soaked in all of their microwavable grease-infested glory.

Pet Rocks and References to Fight Club

2008-06-24T11:16:00.003-04:00

I turn 21 in less than a month. Which is a good thing because it is killing me. I never have anything to do because all of my friends are 21 already, which means they all go out without me. Cool.

Who wants to be my friend?

I'm starting to get depressed again. So depressed I can't even write. I mean, I have all these cool ideas but I can't ever get them started.

I am Jack's wasted life.

Thank you, Mr. Palahniuk.

So I've been writing down the ideas, but the list just keeps getting longer because I can't ever start any of them.

... fuck my life.

I'm going to adopt a pet rock and name it Apathy. Just kidding, you thought I was going to go all emo on your asses, didn't you? HAHA! well the jokes on you.

I'm just gonna keep the depression to myself. Please refer to this poem for further detail.

I am the disease that infects your eldest son.

2008-06-22T14:27:00.004-04:00

Lately, it has come to my attention that I have lost track of the days of the week. Being Sunday (I looked it up on the calendar in my shitty Motorola Razr) I decided to relax. I thought it was Monday, so I was frackin' out about some random stuff that I shouldn't have been.

Also, I've been way to lazy when it comes to... well... just about everything. I need to start taking initiative and getting my fat ass back in shape. And also write more. The article I had on Monkey Bicycle got me motivated and inspired, but when I sat down to write, I farted and walked away.

Translation: Glen stop being a whiny bitch.

End transmission.

Ultimate Sabotage

2008-06-19T10:51:00.003-04:00

I'm going to start On the Road, by Kerouac today. I've never read that, as much of a fan I am of him.

I will also go play some ice hockey at the rink.

But sometimes I wonder why I can't help but sabotage every relationship I'm in. I'm like Dr. Cox on Scrubs, minus all the cool stuff.

Dear Journal

2008-06-18T15:57:00.001-04:00

Okay, I apologize for being in a bad mood before. I feel much better now, so don't worry. I'm back to loving life again.

And ironically enough, it's dark and it looks like it will rain outside. Interesting...

Much Love,
-Murdaface

Is there anybody out there? Hello?

2008-06-18T10:25:00.004-04:00

I like my coffee black just like my metal.
But only on occasion. Right now it's black because that's the mood I'm in. A black one. But sometimes I like it lighter. That way I can make light of the situation.

Right now, I want to punch walls.

Besides that I have nothing the utmost concern for my lack of incoming funds. I am failing at life. Help me?

However, I am going to the G-Store right now to get some porkroll egg and cheese. Because I need it. To quote Mr. German, 'eat when you are sad.'

UPDATE:: I'm not too sad anymore because I got published here. Monkey Bicycle likes my writing... I feel loved. I'm still gonna eat though. Kuz I love PorkRoll.

Depressed

2008-06-17T20:47:00.003-04:00

Self-loathing asshole. Get the fuck away from me.
I hate you.

... if I died right now, I wonder how many people would think about me.

I'm depressed.

Murdaface vs. Nothing Boy

2008-06-17T10:21:00.004-04:00

I am wearing an orange bandana.
I thought about getting dreadlocks.
But they are a lot of work. And money.
And I honestly only wanted them for like a month.
But from what I've been reading, they only start to look good after a month.
So what should I do?

!!!If you comment I'll write a blurb about you that you can use in your next book or song, or whatever!!!

Pros:
-Looking sweet
-Lots of girls will want on me
-I can't think of another

Cons:
-Lots of money and work to maintain
-They might start to smell
-It takes at least 4 hours to dread hair
-And more than one person

I DON'T KNOW.
I'm going for another bike ride today. This time to Belmar.
I washed my car. It looks nice.
I want some Surf Taco.

I hate html

2008-06-16T15:35:00.000-04:00

I rode my bike today. It was awesome.

Lo-Fidelity is locally local but still nation-wide...

2008-06-16T10:37:00.004-04:00

I would just like to make a quick announcement.

Lo-fidelity Issue 3 is well under way. The lay out is just about complete, and all that is really left is to print it up. Soon we will be mailing out copies to the contributors, as well as, leaving them in stores all over the place. We will be doing our best to spread them everywhere possible.

Issue 4's deadline is January 1st, 2009. So think about that.

Also: If you have some stuff layin around and would like to submit it to lo-fidelity's blog (on which we put some more work) you are more than welcome to. Email it to lowfidelitysubmit@gmail.com and make sure you write 'website/blog submission' in the subject line, so we don't get it mixed up.

That is all for now. Thank you. Keep local literature alive!

So Fresh and So Clean Clean

2008-06-15T18:27:00.005-04:00

I have decided.

Likes:
-Money
-Life
-Beach

Dislikes:
-Working
-Death
-The opposite of beaches

No particular order. I like getting money. But I hate working to get the money. I just want to enjoy life. [on the beach]

Hello. Is there anybody out there?

2008-06-14T13:54:00.003-04:00

Why do I constantly put myself into a situation where I fucking know that I'm going to be depressed afterwards? Why do facebook stalk the shit outta whatever it is I'm looking at until the point where I am sickened and don't want to talk to anyone?

Why do I continually take a rusty knife and stab myself in the neck with it?

Why do I take the knife and stab my chest until the ribs are separated from the constant grinding and turning and twisting?

Nothing Boy vs. The Echo Factor

2008-06-14T11:42:00.003-04:00

Very cool title, courtesy of Gym Class Heroes.

Today I shall do nothing and enjoy the sun shining through the window into my eyes.

I will sit.
I will sit.
I will sit.
I might read.
I will sit.
I will lay down.
I will sit up.
I will sit.
I will eat.
I will text an absurd amount.
I will think about useless things.
I will realize this list thing I stole from Andrew.
I will sit.
I will go upstairs.
I will go to bed.

Tomorrow is Father's day. Do some yard-work for the ol' man.

Gettin' Educated Daily

2008-06-13T10:09:00.003-04:00

Words from the Tyga man.

I made a hip hop ultra mix. It has 500+ songs. If you want it you can contact me and I'll hook you up. I accept paypal. Cheap cheap cheap. Like two dollars or less. If this works I'll shart myself.

glenbinger[at]gmail.com

Anyway...

Murdaface is trying to remix songs again. I know. I know. It's insane. This place is made of win.

He's also been writing a lot lately. I don't know if this is good or bad, mostly because I haven't really been getting accepted to many places lately. It's ok. My pride can take a beating. I'm working on my book series now actually. Hopefully it'll turn out cool.

Firepit Doom

2008-06-12T01:13:00.003-04:00

I was tripping over a patch of grass and fell and scraped my knees on the concrete driveway between the street and the maroon Eurovan that was waiting to pick me up.

Slack-faced goner waiting to fight back.

Rise and shine. It's time for your first black sunrise.

2008-06-11T09:48:00.004-04:00

First, I stole this from google image search. I forget what I typed in.

Second, ever wonder what it's like to be one of those people who refers to themselves in the third person? Well, Glen Binger does. Glen doesn't think of many interesting things often. That's why he does these ultra lame posts.

Third, I'm not wearing any underwear and I have decided to stop talking in the third person. It's annoying.

Fourth, I have come to terms with my lack of ability to motivate myself. Like today, I still have to call the windshield guy to fix a scratch before inspection. It's been like this for over a month. I am lazy. Fuck my life.

Also, I think I will work on the series I've been writing. I plan on putting it together as a full manuscript for hopeful publication somewhere. But you know, with the amount of suckage and the laziness that encircles my skull, it may never happen. If it does... I'll let you know.

I've got your face in my books.

2008-06-11T00:12:00.002-04:00

Facebook is the devil's creative way to easily stalk the lives of people worldwide.

I just saw lightning. And then I heard thunder. So I'm turning off my laptop, but I just thought that you should know. It's important. Be careful what you post on the interwubs. It may just end up in some fat, bald, hairy guy's lap who happens to think that it's only gay if the balls touch.

I had a title, but I forgot it

2008-06-10T11:44:00.002-04:00

It has recently occurred to me that the reason I forget things and don't do what I say I'll do sometimes is because of this really awful gene that runs in my father's side of the family. I constantly have so many things on my mind that I find myself trying to multi-task a thousand things at once. And I stop when in the middle of one to attend another, and forget about that one to do another.

It is quite possibly the worst feeling ever.

It's been like this my whole life. I hate it. My brother doesn't have it. Somehow I managed to obtain the bad genes from both sides of my family, where my brother just kind of got random genes. The lucky bitch.

Like right now, I forgot about my waffles. They got burned. So did my coffee. I have five things to do today, of which I can only remember two of them. Going to the bank and trying to get my car's windshield fixed. This is where to do lists come in handy.

But somehow I always manage to forget to write one.

So I end up like this. Depressed and pissed off because I am walking somewhere for the love of god I can't remember why.

MSI makes me want to dye my hair abnormal colors

2008-06-07T11:14:00.006-04:00

My brother is listening to MSI. I like them.

The rise in gas prices makes me want to ride my bike everywhere. Which is totally possible if I really wanted. I haven't gone anywhere out of the county in a long time. My job is probably a 10 minute bike ride away. My girlfriend's house is probably a 20 minute bike ride away. My farthest friend lives about 25 minutes away by bike. So, it's entirely possible. It just kinda sucks because right now, I'm pretty much working... to drive. My paycheck goes to three things:

1. Car Insurance
-Because I'm a white male under the age of 25. Apparently this means I'm not good at driving. Which is complete bullshit. Next time you see an accident, look at the two drivers and tell me if there isn't at least one female involved. I'd be surprised. (Gasp! Glen, that's offensive!) I'm just speaking the truth.
2. Gas
-America is full of greedy business owners who don't know when to quit. Their faces are green and when they go to bed at night they pray to God because they know they are going to hell. Honestly, tell me if you've met one oil executive who isn't so into making a profit that they would probably sacrifice their own daughter.
3. Food
-Unfortunately, I need this to live. I wish I didn't sometimes. I'd save a lot of money.

Sometimes I wish I had enough time in my day to have three jobs. That way I could have money for, you know, myself. But nooooo. Sleeping has to exist.

Begin: rant

I hate money. I hate our shitty economical system that is spiraling down the drain thanks to Bush (who doesn't give a fuck because he's leaving office). I hate people who rub it in my face that they have money and I don't. And finally, I hate people who have so much money they don't know what to do with it, so they spend it on shit they don't need instead of helping those who do need it. Because if I had that much money, I'd live the exact same way I do now. I'd pay for the things that I need (like college debt, food, fixing my car - not buying a new one - etc) and help out those who really need it. Gah!

End: rant

Rednecks, Old Nascar Shirts and Imagining What It will be like to drop my dad off at the pysch ward

2008-06-06T10:16:00.006-04:00

Have you ever seen a redneck run around in work boots, gym shorts and a ratty old nascar shirt, holding a beebee gun, shooting at the squirrels because he can't stand them?

If you haven't you should come over my house. Every morning before my dad goes to work around one or two, he runs around my yard shooting the squirrels. Not enough to kill them, just to sting them so they don't come back. But that's the thing... they don't run away. They keep coming back. I'll get a picture eventually and show you. For now just picture the description I gave you.

Today I will write, make art and finally get my blood work done. Also, I will drink coffee and read things. Most likely I will hang out all day because my back is killing me from wakeboarding.

I just heard this after a beebee was shot: "Hurts don't it?"

Now he's talking to them.
My dad is losing his mind.
I can't stop laughing.
Why can't I stop laughing?
I can't see straight.

Today I was depressed but saw this picture of Yoshi and it made me laugh

2008-06-05T22:27:00.004-04:00

Today started off well. Heavy Drinking and girls in bikinis. But then once my friends and I tried to wakeboard I became depressed. Mostly because I could barely stand up on the fucking thing, which to me makes no bit of sense since I can snowboard, skateboard and surf but I for some reason can get up on a wakeboard. Anyway, after realizing how much I sucked and that two girls could do it but I couldn't, I got pissed off, which eventually led to me being depressed.

Then I had some really good pizza that a really cool girl paid for and I became less depressed. Then I came home napped with this really cool girl and became even less depressed. Then I saw this photo and stopped being depressed all together. I guess the fact that it was overcast all day only made it worse. Meh.

I don't see why weather influences mood, but it does for some reason. Whatever. Fuck my life. I'm incredibly tired as of right now, my arms won't go above my head and I can't stop thinking about that girl. I want to write. But I can't because the only thing that is coming out of my brain right now is stream of thought, which most of the time doesn't make for interesting writing. Unless I had a huge fan base. Then it would. But I don't. Because I suck.

*sigh* ... fuck my life.

I was thinking about being famous again but then TMZ made me want to punch kittens instead

2008-06-04T10:50:00.004-04:00

Things on my list from yesterday which I didn't do which need to be done today.
1. bloodwork.
2. I don't remember the rest...

Last night TMZ was somehow on my television and I started yelling at it because I couldn't find the remote. In case you don't know, it's a show where a group of ignorant people sit around and discuss what celebrities are doing with their lives. For instance, the one segment I had one before I found the remote and changed the channel was this piece on Mary-Kate Olsen. They were sitting around talking about her clothes. That's it. How they didn't like the dress she wore to some event. Yeah, that is it. Now, why is this even considered news? Who the fuck knows? But go to their website and you'll find a bunch of other shit that no one gives a fuck about. They seem to forget that celebrities are people too. I mean just sit down and watch how they follow them around. It's disgusting.

Anyway, There's a Lo-fidelity meeting today. We are discussing which pieces are getting into issue 3. Other than that, nothing new today. It's raining out. I have to reread all the story pieces. Okay. I don't know. Sorry for the rant and waste of time.

Today I will do things and build a robot to do them for me

2008-06-03T10:45:00.003-04:00

Today I will:

1. Get the bench down stairs so I can start lifting again.
2. Go to open hockey.
3. I need blood-work done?
4. Use up more oxygen than I'm worth.
5. Explain to my father how a printer works.
6. Read/write.

I have nothing to say. This post is worthless. Pointless. Stupid. Lame.
I'm ending it before I gauge my eyes out with the bottle cap that is sitting next to me.

Famous... but not really

2008-06-02T10:41:00.002-04:00

I read Tao Lin's blog this morning and it made me want to become a famous writer. I thought that if people like my stuff I could publish a book or two. Then people would buy them. And I would make money doing that instead of having a real job. I'm pretty lazy. I don't think a real job and me would work out for a long period of time. Or maybe it will. Who knows.

A story that I wrote got accepted to Monkeybicycle yesterday. It's not up yet, but when it is I'll provide a link. No worries.

Maybe one day people will see my name and think "He's a good writer. I like him."

I would like that a lot.

It's very nice out today, so I think I'll ride my bike to the beach.

My dog was just chillin in the grass outside in the backyard and a fly flew by and he chomped it right out of mid-air. It was pretty rad.

Beach time.

Two in One Day?! WTF!

2008-06-01T13:17:00.003-04:00

So I'm sorry about the second post, but I found an old poetry journal I've been keeping since high school. (oooooo lame emo poetry!) Wrong. Look at these two poems that I wanted to share. They are kinda lame but I think they are neat. I also posted them here if you care. Take a gander:

The Force

If the New Hope wasn’t over
And The Empire was oppressed,
Then the chance of Return,
Ends with a simple
Control of fate.

The Force Pt. II (Control)

Strongly fate was felt. But
A Menace, the Phantom was.
Only made way for
An Attack of Clones
And Revenge so immense
That the lust of control
Conveys only to a new hope…

Sunny Days and Rap Rays

2008-06-01T10:26:00.003-04:00

Sunday Morning. It's nice out. The sun is blooming. Birds are talking. My dog is in the grass chillin on his back.

And here I am inside writing in a blog about how depressed I am to be inside. Whatever.

I have decided that this blog will be my main and my other will be dedicated to literature which I feel can't be published anywhere professional. In case you were all wondering. But then again, maybe that is too much. If I wasn't so lazy, I'd just combine the two and keep one blog. But where's the fun in that?

I think I'm going to go listen to some Viktor Vaughn and write outside. Laptop's for lovers.

Also, if you are wondering where I get my alias, Murdaface, take a guess and leave some comments. Let's play a game. If you get it right I'll give you 15 cents through paypal. (Because that is really all I have on there). It's my hiphop/pen name if you were too lazy to read the title of this. EDIT: Unless you're Andrew. Because he knows. You sly fox, you.

I am Red Like Lobster

2008-05-31T16:14:00.000-04:00

Sunburnt from beach yesterday. Glorious.

Side note: Bud Lime is my new favorite. Sorry Magic Hat, you're number two now.

I read This Guy's blog today, and it made me think... Do I ever think about my future? He takes all sorts of precautions in order to protect his future career, where as, I do not. For some reason I feel like if I do nothing but avoid taking risks, then it sucks all the fun out of living. With that being said...

Fuck.

There you have it. I dropped the bomb. So don't give me a job because I am immature and don't know how to use the English language to it's full potential.

...yeah. Okay.

I'm sorry, but it wouldn't be part of our language if it wasn't meant to be heard. And for all you minors out there I'm also sorry. You'll learn about it and it's meaning one day. For now just know it's a bad word and don't say it in front of grown-ups. Until you are one. Does that make sense? I hope. Whatever.

I take pride in my skillz. AKA I'm not going to censor myself. For some reason I feel like that creates a false identity of the human being that I am. I dunno. Whatever. It's not like I use it/other offense material for the strict purpose of offending people. It just happens sometimes. O well. Nap-time

Metaphor-Anonymous

2008-05-30T10:11:00.000-04:00

Fun Fact: All women... are psycho. But I'm going to leave it at that.

So today's topic involves trust.
My question: Why does it take so much to build it up for oh so long, but then in one moment it can be broken, shattered with just one small rock through the window pane? I don't understand.

I mean, I understand how it works. But I just want to know why it works like that. I guess I'm not thinking clearly. I'm kinda wired from the three cups of coffee I've had since an hour ago. It just jibbers my mind. Is jibber a word? I'm going to make it a word. It's kinda like the word jibberish. Which means nonsense. But jibber means to confuse. "To Boggle one's mind." To jibber my mind.

Furthermore, why do we, as human beings, forgive when trust is broken (fixing that window pane and confiscating the rock) only to have it shattered again (another rock through the new window)? We do this for an average of three times. You know, the three strikes you're out rule.

Yet in my personal experience, I, like a sucker, continually replace the window even though my yard has a rock-lawn.

Rejected!

2008-05-29T11:55:00.000-04:00

So I was rejected by Canteen, the magazine. No big deal. I sent in this story called "While You Were Watching." It's fine they rejected. I've been rejected by so many magazines and literary sites you would not believe. I understand how the whole process works, thanks to Lo-Fidelity.

But the thing is... the feedback I got was a bit odd. I mean, even Andrew's feedback from his story (he sent one in too) was as if the editor didn't quite understand the story. I mean, he said Andrew's story had a hallmark ending, which is kinda harsh, but Andrew can take it. He's a man. As well as I. I can take feedback. Even if it is on the rough side. But does that mean that our stories aren't written well? Or does it mean that he just didn't read it as thoroughly as possible? I don't know. I know how tough running a zine can be.

In no way am I dissing Canteen. It is a wonderful magazine and truly has amazing authors. I'm just questioning myself again as to how good a writer I actually am. Should I keep with it? Or quit with all the others. To quote Lil' Wayne, " Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass." Maybe that applies, maybe it doesn't. Whatever. I like the line. When Wayne is on he is fucking on.

EDIT: Rejection is the only way to get better. So thank you Canteen for rejecting me.

Did you hear the new RZA song? It's pretty bumpin'. So is the Lollipop remix. Again... here I go writing shit no one cares about. Man, maybe Andrew and Scuilli are right. We are all just writing for ourselves. Fuck it. I'm on fire.

Support Local Stuff

2008-05-28T17:09:00.001-04:00

I guess I just don't understand. I try to support as many local bands, businesses, ideas, groups, writers, artists, publishers, photographers etc. as much as I possibly can. And for some reason, I can't figure out for the life of me why they don't want to do the same. For instance (but no offense intended) my brother is trying to set up a New Jersey surfing photography name for himself. He has been getting some people asking him for shoots and whatnot, which is totally cool. But when I sport him and try to spread the name around for him as much as possible he does not do the same in return. Not that I'm trying to run a business or anything, but like am I being too egotistical to sort of expect him to spread Lo-Fidelity's name around or hell even mine since I'm trying to get my writing noticed?

Now I do not expect it at all. That is not what I am saying. I am just questioning why some local artists do not support other locals. It just kind of bugs me how much they rely on the locals to support them, but then they do not return the favor.

It's kind of like oral sex. When you receive it, you should probably return the favor.

I remember when Sam was trying to spread Lo-Fidelity's name a few years ago by going to like Surf Taco and other places to ask them to leave it in the store for people to take for free. But these places said no. Is that at all human?

What I am saying I guess is... I will always continue to support local stuff. Always. I just feel like these things I am trying to support should do the same.

Is that wrong of me to think? If so please tell me because I don't want to be that asshole who expects something in return when it's not really deserved. Seriously, please.

Also: because Lo-Fidelity has a slight bit bigger name for itself I am going to continue to try to leave it places. It's still free. And it still has lots of amazing local talent as well as the talent from across the nation starting to pour in. So don't expect that to end. I don't know. Visit my brother's photography site. Especially if you're a surfer somewhere from the Jersey Shore. His prices are close to nothing.

That is all.

I like my coffee black just like my metal

2008-05-27T13:20:00.000-04:00

I am happy.

Today is the 27th. Seven.

It is crappy outside, but that didn't stop me from going to the beach this morning. My feet are still sandy. I need to shower. My hair is close to a lion's mane. Did I spell that right?

I haven't had my coffee yet so my mind is going numb staring at this screen. I have also decided I don't like this font but I am too lazy to change it, so I think it works best if I left it alone.

It has also come to my attention that I don't think anyone reads my blog, besides me and maybe Andrew. In which case, I find it strangely useless that I even possess one. Oh well. Maybe he doesn't even read it. Maybe no one reads it and I'm talking to an entire internet world that isn't listening. Like when you're telling a story at a party and then all of a sudden everyone stops listening. Minus that first part where everyone was listening in the first place.

Hmm... I think I'm going to wash my car.

A (Lame) Poem

2008-05-26T19:02:00.000-04:00

Today I sat outside
In the sun.
My face was burned.
My arms were burned.
I was burned.
But I'm not worried.
Skin Cancer is
a scare tactic.

And So It Begins...

2008-05-24T18:50:00.000-04:00

Well, the bennys are here today. Because I work at the beach in manasquan I deal with them a bit more. So far I've had to:

1. Pick up their trash.
2. Tell them where Main Street in Manasquan was (we were standing next to a street sign)
3. Explain that dogs can only be on the beach in the winter next to a no-dogs sign because they take shits and you assholes do not clean up after them.
4. Laugh at socks on the beach.
5. Explain why smoking and drinking on the beach aren't allowed.
6. Walk away from 6 rude people.

I must also note that not all tourists are disgusting like this. Some abide by our rules, and understand that it is our home. They realize we live here and they pick up their trash. They may ask where a road is, but they do it without being rude. I don't mind people coming to visit. Just don't treat the town like it's your trash can. I live here. So do all the rest of the us. Don't be a fucking retard and clean up after yourselves. Act your age. Follow the rules. Be human. Is that so hard?

Lazy

2008-05-23T11:48:00.000-04:00

Wanna know what I've been doing? Nothing.
I wrote some stuff. One's posted here if you care. If not. Meh. I really want to work on my series, but I 1. never have time. 2. do have time but end up being really lazy. 3. go out too much. 4. am super poor.

What does this leave me with? Work at the beach doesn't start for another 3 weeks. Thus no money in my name. Literally. None. Why can't writing pay me? I'd be super fracked out about that and it would inspire me to write more. Fuck you economy. Fuck you hard in the un-lubed asshole that you lack.

I'm hungry.
Time to raid my parents kitchen.

Loner

2008-05-21T22:50:00.000-04:00

It really sucks when all your friends are twenty one and you're still the lame twenty-year-old who sits at home with your parents because everyone you know is out at the bars getting shitty with each other.

Cool. Well screw you guys... I can find something productive to do... I think.

Waiting...

2008-05-20T13:05:00.001-04:00

With the cold that I've had for a few days now I find myself trying to overcome the dreadful wait until the Jersey Shore is dominated by tourists, bennys and people constantly asking me how to get to the parkway. I've been doing nothing because I don't start work til this weekend and spending money I don't have on stuff I don't really need. Someone please convince me how to stop spending money. Gah. Why does money have to rule our society? Why can't it be something that everyone has... like toenail clippings or hair of some sort?

Anyway, I'm off to a Yankees game tonight (I got the ticket for free, don't worry) with a few buddies. Hopefully that will ease the stress.

Ha Ha! I laugh! Twas a very good Joke!

2008-05-16T14:13:00.001-04:00

Submit to Lo-Fidelity. --->
"It's not your school's literary magazine."
We have a myspace and a facebook for your viewing pleasure. If you wish, the email is lowfidelitysubmit@gmail.com. Please send us work. I will personally write you a letter thanking you for your time. And sign it with any color ink of your choice.

We are accepting submissions until June 1st. So you still have time. We have received submissions from across the country so if you send us your best work and get into the zine, you will be seen. You will be noticed by people outside of your hometown. People will read your work or see your art and say "Hey! That tickles my fancy." And children will laugh and birds will sing. Also bad things will go away. Like people who annoy you. Magically they will be invisible around your 5 foot perimeter at all times.

Remember: it isn't your school's literary magazine. It's not about politics and who knows who. It's about good art and good literature.

Much Love.

Titles are for Whimps

2008-05-16T01:36:00.000-04:00

Why have I been getting the urge to produce things, like writing, so late at night lately? I mean, this is potentially my career path and I can't stop doing it at 2am. Is something wrong with me?

btDUBS - free iced coffee day was today. awweessommeeee. Counting this cup, I probably obtained 6 free cups of iced coffee from 4 different dunkin donuts locations. Rad.

Goodnight.

I Am Ironman.

2008-05-15T11:01:00.001-04:00

Not bad at all. I never really got into Ironman. The comics, I mean. So I wasn't sure if the storyline was as close as possible... but I was impressed. Ghostface was in it for about a minute. Although I'm not sure what song was playing. I was distracted by the dancing women. Anyway, in my professional opinion... Go see it. I shall end this pointless post with a quote. If you name the song I will give you 3 dollars and 25 cents. Because that is all the money I have. "The day I took my mask off my face was missin' for two days. For the record, G, came back a year later, whole new identity. Tony Starks pedigree, my money green like my nickname was celery..."

In case you were wondering...

2008-05-13T13:31:00.000-04:00

Wired. That's what I am right now. Five hours of sleep and about six cups of coffee. Kona to be exact.

That's the reason you call it work?

2008-05-13T01:49:00.000-04:00

In case you forgot, I've been a giant waste of space for the past week. Today was nothing different. After a delicate round of hitting the snooze button until noon, I found myself driving my girlfriend home in a rather intense storm. The beach was flooded and it was near impossible to see the inlet. So I drop her off, get some Kona coffee from Wawa, come home, rinse my car off and step inside to change. Feeling rather inspired to write, I decided to put it off like a douche bag so I could finish unpacking my college shit. Good idea. Because I ended up doing that until 8pm and then going to the bar for a little while. Now here I am, in the mood to write, but can't focus my eyes onto the keyboard.

You may ask yourself... "But Glen, why is this even relevant to my interests?"

I guess it's not. But mainly I suppose I'm reaching out for help. Because I need to sit down and start this second story in my series for the book I'm working on. My goal is to finish the manuscript by the time I graduate. Whatever. It just blows when you sit down and have the want to write but just can't. I have too much going on. I hate multi-tasking.

But if you want to know what I've been so busy with for the past few days... I have been working hard on improving Lo-Fidelity for everyone. This issue is going to be our best yet. We are trying to set up a street team, design some graphics for stickers and tshirts, and still read all submissions in a timely manner. This is of most difficulty when you yourself are trying to write and produce words that make sense. Yes? Yes.

That is all. I don't know. Tah Tah.

Awesome.

2008-05-10T00:58:00.000-04:00

Wasted all day playing this. I am a useless being. My mind actually hurts. Is that even possible? Save me. Please...

Sometimes I feel bad...

2008-05-08T22:32:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I feel bad because my father likes to talk a lot and I don't find many of his topics interesting so I stop listening. My responses turn to one and two word answers. I don't really exactly know how to feel about that. I mean, if he were to read this down the road he'd probably laugh at me and say 'yea that's what you do' but I mean now that I am thinking about it, I feel awful. I'm laughing now because I find it funny he doesn't know how to use the internet beyond Youtube, some random forums about Jeeps and NJ high school hockey and verizon email. But hey... He's my dad. What a dork.

What just happened?

2008-05-07T01:12:00.000-04:00

I just wasted 10-15 minutes of time reading about this instead of writing/starting a new story like I originally planned to. Amazing? Yes. Although, I don't like the fact that it's listed under taylor ham. I'm hungry. I wonder if I have any in the refrigerator. In fact, I do. Guess what's for breakfast tomorrow?

Leaving Today

2008-05-05T11:08:00.000-04:00

I leave school today. I go home. I will say goodbye to everyone even though I will see them all next year, even if they are graduating. I will get home. I will unpack. I sit down. I eat. I do nothing. I see why summer is the love of my life. I decide I need to do something before my head explodes. I fall asleep unsuccessful. I wake up. I run. I lift - do my exercises. I eat breakfast. I shower. I wait patiently for my job to start. I'm not entirely sure what to do now. So I continue to eat boredom.

That is what I will be doing after I leave today. Amazing? Yes. Excited? Yes. Sad because I'm already a senior and I have no idea what happened to the first 3 years of my college career? Unfortunately yes.

Done

2008-05-02T17:07:00.000-04:00

Done and finished with my Junior year of college at good ol' Rider U. What does summer hold for such a strapping young lad like myself?

Well, I'm glad you asked. Many hours of hard labor under the sun's violent rays. AKA work at the beach. Excellent. As of right now, the first few days I am home, I will be putting a 3 inch lift on my Jeep, finishing up my second zine 'Bonfire Establishment' and writing for more zines as much as possible. My goal is to finish this series of short stories that I plan on putting together as a book-lengthed manuscript. Hopefully it works. As for now, back to enjoying this beautiful Friday and packing up some loose objects. Later.

Final Week

2008-04-27T13:46:00.000-04:00

So that's it for my Junior year of college. After this week of finals, I'll be done. I can't help but look back and be thankful for everything that has happened. I'll be a senior next year and it most likely will be ten times better.

Except for certain circumstances which none of you are aware of. (Well maybe a few). I'm going to miss taking all these writing classes, being that I filled all my requirements. Maybe if I have a few extra spaces for credits I can take another. I think I might. Ok, time to start my education portfolio/final. I'll be back.

Wanna Get Published?

2008-04-23T14:15:00.000-04:00

Submit to the coolest literary magazine around. New issue is due out late summer. Issue 3! Submissions are due June 1st! You will most likely be accepted being that you have a guy on the inside. (Me.) So submit to lowfidelitysubmit@gmail.com. Or go to the website to check out what we do. We accept photos and art too so if words ain't your fancy, don't stop reading!

Also, if you want a copy of a past issue they are free, so just let me know. Don't hesitate! Submit today!

Check out the Facebook and Myspace, too!

The Great Outdoors

2008-04-22T17:25:00.000-04:00

Why has my motivation gone down the drain now that I have a week in between when all my papers are due and now? I'm sitting here, looking up articles on Wikipedia trying to find things that are incorrect. Is that bad? Actually screw this, it's gorgeous outside, so I think I'll go throw a baseball or frisbee or something.

You should too.

Red Eyes

2008-04-19T22:09:00.000-04:00

So I just watched this movie called Red Eye. It was so entirely bad that I stopped paying attention for the entire middle part of the movie only to come back near the end and still know what was happening. That can only say one thing. I won't say it for particular reasons that you need not know.

What was I doing the entire time while the movie was on, you may ask? Good question. I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

Yes. I am joking. I couldn't harm a fly.... seriously. You know those like "I can't believe this happened" TV shows where they show the extremely amateur skateboarder try to ollie down a flight of stairs only to fall face first and shatter his jaw? Yea, well I can't even watch those. So the above statement is A JOKE. (For those of you who can't detect sarcasm) Anyway, with love... Murdaface.

Expansion!

2008-04-17T23:50:00.000-04:00

So I actually might be expanding my writing career. That's right ladies and gentlemen... Glen Binger might/most likely will be writing for BGH's blog. For those of you who don't know, BGH is a local shirt company dedicated to improving the Jersey Shore in as many ways as possible. This is extremely amazing and I am nothing but excited. I am expanding my audience and writing about my favorite topic. What more is there to like? It feels like I've just been published.

...Cool.

Poem

2008-04-15T18:52:00.000-04:00

Sorry for the double post today, but I just found this poem I wrote in class the other day. Figured I'd share.

Untitled

I have a pet rock
whose name is Chris.

He sits on my desk
giving me advice on
girls and friends and life
when he sees me upset.

I had a pet rock
whose name was Chris.

He used to sit on my desk
helping me make sense with
life and friends and girls
when he saw me upset

That was before my brother
tossed him off the Rt. 70 bridge
into oncoming traffic.

Now he's in the back of a cop car
sitting next to my brother.

And thats it. So what'd you think? Do you like it? Is it too humorous and lame or is it good? Should I submit it somewhere? Share your thoughts.

Stream of Thought

2008-04-15T11:33:00.000-04:00

So if you were wondering, my lesson went smoothly today. Everything was fine. Anyway, the students wanted us to write with them because it was our last day in the classroom. They were stream-of-thought exercises and pretty fun. Let me show you what I wrote and proceeded to read to the class:

"I wonder why they wanted Mr. Kaspereen and I to do BAM with them. It sounds like a pretty cool activity, I don't see why anyone wouldn't want to do it. I know if I was a student I would look forward to it. But then again, I might not. Being a student in 1st period is hard. I remember being in my first period class in high school wishing I had eaten breafast. By the time lunch rolled around I'd end up spending all my money on as much food as I could buy all because I didn't eat in the morning. Then I'd have to go to practice right after school on an empty stomach. Not good. Well, it can be good depending on how many sprints we did. Anyway, Mr. Kaspereen just showed me something he wrote that he thought was funny. I didn't think it was too funny, but I laughed anyway to make him feel like he was funny. I don't know why. Maybe thats why he makes bad jokes all the time. Kuz no one will ever stop to say 'man, that joke wasn't funny' to his face. Wait, I take that back, he does have some really good humor sometimes. Just the other day he wrote some fictional story about a guy plotting to blow up his local chicken farm. That's pretty funny, I guess."

This was written in a period of about ten minutes. I just thought it was humorous. Anyway, I hear his dumb laugh from next door so maybe I'll go check out what he's laughing about. Til next time. Au Revoir.

Wars with Gods

2008-04-14T20:55:00.000-04:00

So I'm sitting on my friend's futon watching him play God of War 2. Aka - amazing. I have that game, as well as, the first one but my little brother gave it to his friend which moved to Florida and lost it. The asshole. Anyway, I thought you would like to know that.

Otherwise, why am I so unmotivated. It's 9pm on a Monday and I should be doing work. But I'm not. I have to teach a lesson in one of my classes on Romeo and Juliet. But I'm not prepared. This sucks. I wish I was motivated, but it's been so nice out, and I have always found myself on the internet playing Moola and looking up lyrics to random songs. I have a butt-load of work due. I have to revise 5 stories for my creative writing classes and I have a bunch of lesson-related work due for my education classes.

Am I asking for your sympathy? No. I'm simply letting you know how tough college can be at the end of the year. Anyway enjoy.

Play free games, win free money

2008-04-11T13:44:00.000-04:00

I know this is like spam right now but seriously... its fun, it helps me out, it helps you out. Its something to pass your time when youre bored. anyway... go here. If you don't wanna then ignore this post.

In other news... Friday. You know what that means. Its time to freestyle.

Mark D. Fillz

2008-04-10T22:15:00.000-04:00

Inspiration to live. And to die. Just make sure you don't call him fat.

Tired, Sitting, Listening?

2008-04-10T00:38:00.001-04:00

As I sit here listening to 'All Caps' By Madvillian, I find myself dozing in and out of consciousness. Maybe its because it is nearly 1am and I have to wake at the wee hour of 6am to go teach. No idea why I am up this late... but I am. I'm sitting here enjoying the pleasant sounds of madlib/mf doom's hip hop awesomeness thinking about how much I just want it to be summer. I need money badly, for I only have 40 dollars to my name and probably no means of getting any more until the end of May.

What I do wish was happening right now: Me at the beach, sitting in the cool sand on a chilly summer night listening to nothing but the sounds of the crashing surf as my friends run around trying to play football in the dark.

What is really happening right now: Me sitting at my crummy desk at Rider University listening to Madvillian (no complaints there) wishing I could simply fall asleep and find myself awaken to the day after finals are over.

Yes that would be heaven.

Also, I am 20 pages away from finishing Joe Meno's Hairstyles of the Damned and let me tell you. Wow. A good read, I suggest you check it out.

Wow.

2008-04-03T22:52:00.001-04:00

and I thought you guys were her friends...

thats all I have to say about that.

Bend over and I will show you the world.

2008-03-28T11:37:00.000-04:00

Rider University likes to make it's students pay for receiving it in the behind. Seriously. Rider likes to bend people over, thrust it into their behind and take their money while doing it.

You would think that if you needed a course to graduate, they would offer it at least every other semester, correct? Wrong. Rider requires me to take a course, which has not been offered in TWO SEMESTERS. Now, because of this, I will not be able to graduate on time.

Granted, I did switch majors a little late in the game, but that would have put me behind only six credits, which could have been made up IF THIS COURSE THAT HASN"T BEEN OFFERED IN TWO SEMESTERS WAS OFFERED SO I COULD TAKE IT AND MAKE UP THOSE CREDITS. But no. I am forced to bend over and take the giant penis of Rider University in my buttocks.

The only good thing that has happened to me while at Rider (school related that is - not girls, friends or anything outside) was getting an on-campus apartment with single bedrooms for me and three of my friends, a kitchen, washer, private bathroom and living room. (And on top of that, we had to win it in a lottery. We weren't even guaranteed housing for next year.) Seriously, that is it. And what makes it worse... if I end up student teaching in the Spring, I will be forced to only enjoy these accommodations for half of the year. I know, awesome, right?

Sorry for the rant-like post. But it had to be done. Colleges are nothing but scams. Businesses that want your money so they can gloat to their friends about how they like to bend people over. And yet, for some strange reason, other jobs and companies and businesses use it as a requirement. What a strange world we live in.

We Will Prevail. O Yeah!

2008-03-25T12:03:00.000-04:00

I always knew my brother and I had a good relationship. Sometimes I doubted how close we were, but a few nights ago I was reassured that it was a hell of a lot closer than most. I've wanted to get a tattoo with him for a while now, but we are both poor and he seems to have no interest in the matter. I take that back. I am poor and he does have an interest in the matter, its just that he doesn't want to have matching tattoos. Which is a good idea because that would be kind of... well... kind of gay. And he isn't poor. He has more money than I do and is just saving it for a trip to Australia or something. The bastard.

Anyway, it occurred to me how close we really are when he came to me for help before he went to my parents. He's having a rough time at school (this being his froshie year) and he came to me for advice. It felt good to let him know through my experience that everything would work out. He'll be fine. I do want to go visit him up at school though, I've never been up to WNEC before.

Back to School. Back to School. Prove to Dad, I am no Fool.

2008-03-24T01:32:00.000-04:00

So I have returned from my shred-tastic snowboard trip in Vermont and I couldn't say that I have had a better time in my life. It was so much fun. I miss it so much. My friends who came were amazing and I just had an all out good time. However, leaving the state and driving through a few others only led me to continue my thoughts about living in the present. What am I going to do with my life? What will I do after college? What kind of juice do I want? Is it really socially acceptable if I wear pink? And who really takes the time to read my pointless rants? I really just want to take my life, pack it all up and road trip. Everywhere. Did I mention the fact that I'm not the only one who feels this way? I am ready for something new. Because hey. I'm only 20 once. I only have one 21st birthday. I only have one chance to live today as it is. Because after today, its not today... its tomorrow. Am I making sense? or did I just blow your mind?!

With that. It's time for bed. I have class at 1130 tomorrow and I still have to drive to school. Damn Rider and their lack of days off. Au revoir.

Why so negative?

2008-03-12T22:22:00.001-04:00

I really can't understand how some people can be so malicious and unfriendly. I just don't get it. I mean sometimes I suppose if you just had some sort of tragedy, but I mean gosh. That mean? In my writing class we just got done workshopping our pieces and there is this one girl in the class who can't go one story without saying something negative. Even if it's right down to something as small as she thinks the main character's hair color should be different. Yeah. I know. Today in class, she suggested that this kid change the entire concept of his story (an invisible man) because it did not seem realistic.

...

hello? This is a creative writing: FICTION class. Seriously, what the hell is up with people? Am I missing something? Am I missing the gene in my body that allows me to be mean to everyone? Or maybe being nice is not a human quality. Maybe it's only found in rare cases... like a disease. A disease that I wish everyone had. Don't get me wrong, I know a ton of nice people. There are many in my life. I am just questioning the attitude of certain people.

Mid-Mid-Life Crisis

2008-03-09T16:30:00.001-04:00

Have you ever felt like you've been asleep you're entire existence? For the past week my Advanced Creative Writing class with Dr. Hess has been reading Natural Disaster by Al Burian. It's safe to say that he is one of my favorite authors, but on Friday we watched a few videos on YouTube from Burian's band, Milemarker. This lead to a discussion on how Burian travels a lot and really doesn't stay in one place too long (unless its N. Carolina). I mean, this guy travels with his band(s) and sleeps on couches and eats when he can and tries to stay awake for long periods of time. This guy is living life while I am stuck here at Rider University learning to be a teacher. I want to travel and write. I want to write. Teaching can wait til I'm old. Anyway, eventually it got to a point in class where it pretty much evolved into a Mid-Mid-Life crisis for me and I just broke down. I kept calm, trying to show nothing but I couldn't help but feel as if I have been asleep for the past two decades of my life. I feel like I have been no where but New Jersey for the entirety of my life and it makes me want to vomit. Don't get me wrong, I love New Jersey and it will always be home, but I want to travel. I want to see things. I want to go on road trips. Sleep on couches. In the backseat of my car. I want to be able to say "I did that." to my kids. You know what I mean? Life is too short to be dabbled with. So as I sign off, I leave you with this question....

Who wants to come with me?

Stories about Love and Romance

2008-03-05T12:14:00.000-05:00

Ok, so you want to write a story about love. You want an oddball girl falling for the quarterback. You want a troubled teen getting the popular girl in school. You want Mr. Romeo himself to catch Ms. Juliet before she falls because of the broken heel in her dress shoes. Wrong.

It has been done before people. What don't you get about that? If you want to write about love, that is one hundred percent A-OK. But don't make it like every other story. The oddball girl falls for the quarterback who is addicted to crack. The troubled teen falls for the popular girl in school who is actually a lesbian. Mr. Romeo only catches Ms. Juliet before she hits the ground because he thought she was a man and Mr. Romeo is flaming gay but Ms. Juliet, over time, gets him to change teams.

Come on people, let me see some zest. Anyway, sorry for the rant-like post. It's not that I don't appreciate the hard work that you put into the story. Just... well... don't make me read it. Make me want to read it.

Backwards

2008-03-04T17:25:00.000-05:00

I often thought I would never get a blog. Isn't it weird that you have to read the posts from the end of the story? Creepy. Anyway, I'm just wasting space to make a first post. Is that enough? I don't know for sure.

One thing I do know... looking for a career is difficult and most tedious. And I still haven't graduated college yet. Also, if time is of the essence, why aren't you using yours properly?