Just A Little Update for Ya

       So for any of you who for some reason didn’t read my last post, I am currently residing at the University of Richmond. This was a voluntary choice on my part and so far it seems to be working out just fine. It’s been a week and so far my roommate seems pretty cool. My floor in Wood Hall is awesome. We currently communicate through a Groupme chat titled: Wood Hall Fuckers. And I just finished on Saturday Orientation with the coolest OA ever: TJ Ranney, leader and charter of Cash-money gold-money group 31. This stuff is probably going over everyone’s heads but a text or two could clear that up. I’m still plugged in to the world… I hope.

        First week of class went pretty well. I’m taking a class on Baseball in Film and Literature so I have been assigned to watch Netflix for the last 4 nights. Microeconomics and Calc are both giant pains in my ass but it is worth it to never take a math course again. I have also been sampling the local faire of beverages, they may or may not be of an “adult” variety, this has been both amusing and insightful for future endeavors. And just today I stopped by the Richmond radio station WDCE 90.1 FM, on campus and am looking to have a little 1-2 hour punk radio show so listen in if you’re in the area. Not super home sick (yet) but everything really seems to be going well. Please if you are just dying to hear from me, drop me a line, shot me a text, I only go to class like 2 hours a day, I can text you, I have that time. 

        Did laundry today too. I know you guys don’t care, but this is kind of a benchmark for me. I have fresh, nice smelling cloths, and that makes all the difference. I would also like to give a shout out to all my friends starting college either already or about to, and anyone heading back to the Abbey: Fuck you, you still have at least a week. You guys keep on keeping on, I’m going to go order a ukulele on Amazon and cook some ramen noodles.

Keep it real, see you around,
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Tomorrow I'll Be Gone (So here's my chance)

So it’s 9:22pm and I have just finished loading up the old Honda Odyssey with the last bits of my sad collection of cloths, furniture, both odds and ends, and my bass. This was the first time in my memory that I have finished packing before the rest of my family, mostly because I wait for the morning of our family trips to pack. I always thought I was just lazy, and there is definitely something to be said for that, but the more I’ve packed for my last trip away from Little Rhody the more I’ve realized it is that I don’t like leaving. I don’t leaving Portsmouth, school, home, and all the fucking fantastic people I know and love. 

So four days ago I had a bit of a going away party. It was a great time for everyone (I hope). I got to say some solid good byes and chill with the homies one last time before I departed. But the more I think back to that awesome day, first I remember that some people couldn’t make it, shout out to Tom especially who was in Maine doing work on a mission trip, and Second, upon further reflection I realize that I suck at goodbyes. Really I’m just bad at them, this is mostly due to the fact that I am not a fan of them and like Latin 2, when I am not a fan of something, I kinda shift my concentration off that thing. In fact the more I think of all the crazy stuff that has happened, especially in the last 8 months or so, the more I realize that this was the best summer of my life and it totally bites that I need to drive 14 hours away tomorrow.

First I want to say a proper good bye to the boys of Everything or Nothing, you are all going to kill it on Sept. 10^th at Simon's with Red Jump Suit Apparatus (shameless plug is shameless *ding*). Gibb, try not to have too much fun Senior Year, Tom that goes double for you, C, just try not to die, Jake, good luck at Wendy’s I think you’ll need it. You guys have made this summer the best ever and I look forward to kicking more ass and tacking more names with you guys come Thanksgiving. No amount of Thursday nights can shut us down.

To extended Music wing and band family… first of all, you know who you are, if you think you might be, you are, if you know you are, dick. You have all had such an impact on my life these last couple of months and helped me grow as a musician, student, and person. The support I and I know the rest of the band feels from you guys is just unbelievable, thank you so much and good bye to everyone who I haven’t seen this summer.

To the comp lab peeps, thanks for putting up with me for the past couple of years and really helping me find my niche at the abbey. You guys keep doing you wherever you are posting up in September.

Finally a short little shout out to the inspiration for this blog, thanks for listening, my ears are always open too, so don’t be a stranger. Just remember that everyone deals with loss, but hindsight is 20/20, focus on the memories that you see and you might just find something you missed and be better for it.

See you guys around,

Keep kicking ass,

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Obligatory First Post That is Bound to Be Aweful

Dear Diary,

Shit wrong doc, what ever...

Dear Diary,

So my agent told me if I made a blog a told people my life story I would become rich and powerful. So I fired him. But the good news is that I like telling random people random shit. My name is of no concern to you so you may address me in one of a couple ways. #1 Dude #2 His Dudeness #3 El Duderino #Admiral Battle Shots (to be explained later) or #5 Fonts, its my last name, good luck goggling it. Now the first thing you need to know about me if I, the amazing Blogger, am to have any connection with you, the hopefully amazing audience it is this. I swear, a lot. Its just part of my personality so have fun with that. Second, I play bass, it is the for string wonder instrument that has been my passion for 7 months even though I suck at it. We are like quarreling lovers but that's for another post. If you know me and happen upon this blog, please, just turn away this has possibly everything to do with you, or nothing. (See if you know me, that's a pun.) Besides being a bangin Bassist and lyrical mastermind among other modest concessions, I am a very straight forward person. I tell things like they are and don't like to beat around the bush so to speak, so this is me, trying to help you figure out life so you don't screw up quite as often as I do. I am a humble man as I assume you have gathered from this exquisite introduction, so a lot of my writing will be on top of swear-filled, sarcastic. My parents hate it, my teachers hate it, my friends tolerate it (just kidding they hate it too) but I do it any way. I'm typing this at 1:15AM because that's how I role and because my regular life is too busy for something my ex-agent thought would get me famous. Also lets get something clear,I never had an agent, I'm not that good people come on... Finally on the off chance that these posts aren't just awesome college updates to brag to my High School friends about,I hope you pick up some tips, tricks, warnings, and just good life basics, from a bassist.

Don't Be a Stranger,
Just Some Guy Who Likes to Talk