Volume Three
Oh, the pains of glasses! I have worn glasses since as far back as I can remember. And trust me, if you've been blessed with good eyesight, you should make the most of it. I hate glasses and I hate contacts. Glasses are comfortable except when it's a really hot day and they keep sliding down the bridge of your nose. It's fucking pathetic trying to work out in glasses, fuggedaboutit (! my fake Italian roots come out haha). And contacts? Oh my Lord, I absolutely hate them. They get dry very quickly and make everything blurry and you can't sleep in them. And it's such a fucking pain putting them in, taking them out, cleaning them, etc.
I have had the unfortunate bearing in life to be stuck with bad eyesight. All you people who are reading this without the aid of glasses or contacts, FUCK YOU. You're blessed with good eyesight and I'm very, very jealous.
I went to Applebee's the other night with my housemates and a good friend. And I was sitting at our table when all of a sudden I hear this very old man sitting at the bar trying to flirt with the twenty or thirty-something bartender.
Old Man: Hey how old do you think I am?
Bartender: 60 something
Old Man: Really? ::gasps as if in shock::
Bartender: Well, my father is almost 60 … so it wasn't that hard to tell.
Old Man: You know most people (at this point he flexes what little muscle mass he has in his left arm that is adorned in this hideous tribal tattoo) think that I'm younger than I really am. Everyone says I look 40.
Bartender: (doesn't know what to say or how to respond) oh … um … really?
Old Man: It's very surprising you would say 60. I don't look a day over 40.
At this point, I found this conversation so utterly ridiculous that I actually laughed out loud at this old man. His absolutely delusional self-evaluation was so twisted and skewed that it was hard not to humiliate him by laughing in his face. Seriously, this guy really thought he was hot shit. He looked like any normal 60-something-year-old person would look. That poor bartender didn't know what to say, I mean who could blame her. If she said he really did look like 60 then she wouldn't get a very good tip from this guy and if she said he didn't look a day over 40, she would just be perpetuating this guy's seriously skewed self-evaluation. It was rather hilarious, especially if you were an unbiased third-party observer, such as I was.
Spencer asked me for more interesting weblogs but I don't really lead that interesting of a life these days, it's just been a summer of getting drunk and going to work every day. Oh, and lots and lots and lots of Ithaca townies, which can be interesting for a short time, but can and will get very boring very quickly. And besides, I miss New Jersey – so half the time I think about working and the other half of the time I think about going back to New Jersey and hanging out with my girls and boys. I miss some certain high school buddies that now that I'm in college are much easier to get along with. I don't really keep in touch with many of them Communications High School kids, but the ones that I do keep in touch with, I wish I could see more. I actually miss some of the quirky, nerd-filled high school environment of CHS. Never thought I'd see the day where I would actually admit to missing high school and being carted to school in a tart cart.
That's the thing about Communications supposedly it wasn't a "normal" high school experience. But I actually wouldn't trade my high school experience for a "normal" one. I made some good friends and it was actually kind of fun once I wasn't in that awkward puberty phase. I learned a lot, shit that I still to this day use in college. I don't know, so many of my classmates hated CHS and at the time so did I, but in retrospect I'm glad my parents forced me to go there.
Time to go frolic and do fun things! Maybe even things that I can later sit down and write about in my online blog. Til next time! Ciao.
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