The problem with people is that we’re all so dynamic. just when you think you know someone, they change and you’re left wondering what happened. life’s funny that way. Yep, that’s what i’m thinking this week. This comes up alot in family life. Parents see their kids changing as they grow up, and start noticing that who their son/daughter was is not who they are now. The younger brother might stop looking up to the older brother, and decide to be what he wants to be. The little brother grows out of torturing his sister, and so and so forth. all the while, we adjust to this new persona our family members develop. Even though sometimes we don’t like it, and find them harder to deal with, we adjust, because we love them. when you are as far from home as i am, and certainly as many others are, the definition of family grows to include your friends, at least for alot of people. It’s funny how the same trends from family life pop up with your friends. I’m really having trouble dealing with one of my “family” at this point, but I find myself coming back to this: people change. and sometimes you have to decide if you’re okay with that change. and if you are okay with it, you need to give them room to change, and if not, well, you still need to give them room to change. It hurts more when you’re not okay with it, because the way you give them room is to let them go. i don’t know if i want to let go, but i’m not okay with it. lord, help me make the right choice, and help me to deal with the consequences of that choice. amen. Sorry for this to be so somber, i’ll try to keep it positive next time.
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Hey y’all, i know it’s been awhile since we last met. Alot has happened since then, and if i remember to, and anybody cares, i’ll write about that later. So anyhow, I’m sitting here jamming to some Michael Bublé and bashing out some of my thoughts… Yes, Michael Bublé, don’t judge me. I’ve been thinking lately, what is it about people that makes them so hard to deal with? Some people, no matter how much you give and do for them, seem to lash out at the littlest things. Some people think you haven’t given enough, And some people would rather you gave nothing… Frankly, this is one of those mysteries of the universe to me. It’s not like you expect things in return from people, but sometimes it’s hard to be the only one giving. Perhaps those wiser than I can shed some light on the situation? Anyhow… yes it’s been forever since I last wrote on this thing, and i know i say it every time i write, but i would like to do this more often. If anybody reads these, let me know, leave a comment, whatever. If there’s any audience for the crap i write down, i’ll keep writing ‘em. Speaking of writing, i’m starting to write a few songs again, which is cool. I’m at the point where i’m proficient enough at guitar to accompany myself (and trying to get better). My only problem is, all i can write are choruses 
Short little snippets of how i’m feeling at any given time… it’s weird. Whatever though. Semester is winding down and that has me excited. Can’t wait to be home. Don’t get me wrong, Maine is good and school is good, I just miss home. So that’s the roundup for today… see you all in a month or so.
Why GRNFALKUSTGARGARGFLIT you might ask? well, i’ll tell you why. Because i do what i want (imagine that in the most cartman-esque voice possible, and you’ll get my gist). So at this point, Joe pasqualetti is excited, because he likes what i write, and yay, i’m writing. My mom is saying, “wait, you have class now”… yeah, i skipped it, i don’t feel good. So down to the nitty gritty as it were.
Dear Maine,
While you have been a nice place to live, and you certainly have much to offer, there is some stuff we need to clear up.
1.) In no case should the speed limit on the highway be 55… ever… i really don’t appreciate having to drive an hour before the speed limit goes back up to 65, its not like bangor is huge… i could understand a few miles, but 45- 50? not cool…
2.) to the rest of the known world, it’s pronounced bang-er, so don’t correct me, and definitely don’t go all pronunciation nazi on me when i say it how everyone else does. I’m pretty sure it was bang-er till y’all realized that could sound dirty… i can only imagine that meeting…
3.) Its really strange that you are most easily described as the south carolina of the northeast. Let me clarify, some of y’all have a nasty thick new england accent, like the worst i’ve ever heard. Also, y’all love country music… its wierd, but if you’ve been to both states, i think you’d get the parallel.
4.) S-curves on highways= never a good idea. I don’t know which one of you was like “hey you know how that road’s straight and you can go fast? wouldn’t an s-curve just spice things up?” but we are not on good terms…
5.) No, i do not live near New York City…
6.) Pizza is thin, and delicious… what you have here is a loaf of bread with cheese and sauce on it…
7.) Putting hot sauce on chicken does not make it buffalo chicken… trust me, i went to school there.
8.) Your idea of a guido is nothing compared to the specimens in Central NY… save for a few, most of your guidos are just normal italian people…
9.) Not so much of a complaint, but everything dies at 11… its almost surreal. you guys literally just turn off half the traffic lights and make the others blinking reds or yellows.
10.) Finally, i have never heard more sirens than i do in bangor… they just go all day… fire department, police department, ems… either everyone is dying, there is an astronomically high crime rate. or arson is legal… you’d think this was LA if you were blindfolded…
thats all i’ve got for today… stay tuned for more of me complaining
So, i had a sleep study last night. I think its funny when you put words in somethings name that have nothing to do with the thing. Like the sleep in sleep study. I arrived to find i was staying in a nice room, with a bed that was far nicer than mine, with a/c and even cable tv. up until about 15 minutes in, everything was going great. I sat on the bed, ate my cereal, and watched the yankee game. Then, the technician came in and said “okay, time to get ready for your study.” and instructed me to sit in a chair. At this point, he began placing electrodes all over my head and body, with what seemed like masking tape and rubber cement. all the wires from these went into a 20 pound box that i carried around my neck . i got to go to the bathroom, and then it was time to sleep. when i got in bed, he put more electrodes on me and gave me a breathing tube to put in my nose. then, they draped a tangle of of 40 or so wires across me and said “okay,sleep now”. And so i tried. Unfortunately, my Dart Vader-esque tangle of wires was like “nah, we’re gonna choke you instead”. Apparently, you are pretty much only allowed to sleep on your back there. So i fell asleep for a while, until i moved my leg and ripped a quarter sized patch of hair off when the electrode came loose. Eventually, i fell back asleep. Until, unable to move, leg cramps set in. And i was helpless. It sucked to not be able to address my problem, but the tech came in and let me walk them off. since i was forced to sleep on my back, and almost never do, i actually experienced sleep apnea. This was good for the test, but scary as all get out for me, as i would open my eyes to find i couldn’t breathe. subsequently, i couldn’t really move yet either because i wasn’t awake, just conscious of what was happening. this happened 3, count em, 3 times. when i woke up in the morning, the tech said “you will most likely be coming back to get treated.” with that i left, and went home to wash the rubber cement out of my hair. I meant to be funnier in this one, but i’m honestly still upset about it.
Boy am i about to bang some heads/grind some gears/kick some puppies/steam some clams…
Twitter. Why? Why would you ever need this? Before twitter did you ever think to yourself “boy i should tell everyone what i’m doing right now, thats such a good idea!”. Don’t get me wrong, maybe some people want to know that you are “totally grabbing a medium pinkberry right now!!! lolz omg!”, and i know i don’t have to “follow” you on Twitter. However, i just want to understand the logic behind why it is so popular. is your life really so special that you feel the need to share it with people? did you just get sick and tired of people asking “what’re you up to?” Do you get some crazy thrill from the challenge of compressing your life to 144 characters? enlighten me… please.
My best guess is Twitter users have this need to be constantly connected. Is it just that you can’t bear the thought of not typing something at all times? Its not like i’m trying to be rude (well maybe a little), i just want to know.
(P.S. all you 30 time a day facebook status updaters, this is about y’all too.)
Lol ZOmG!!!!!1one!!!!1! I R Finushed
Bah buh dee buh doop bah dow…
Okay, that’s it.
In all Seriousness, This blog entry is dedicated mostly to Joe Pasqualetti, the first person i’ve met that likes what i have to say… but also to the warm weather which i enjoy, as well as the forthcoming hot weather, which i despise. Oh, and to the black and asian, because i’ve been hard on you lately. First of all, I have to say, college is getting harder before it gets easier. I expected that, but still, it sucks. I’m coming home for the weekend, i have to get a chest x-ray done to see how my pneumonia is coming along. I still feel sick, which is bothersome, but we’ll see how the x-ray looks. P.S. Rob Martin… I need pizza. Just throwing that out there.
Now, on to the meat of this post. With warm weather comes warm weather clothes. For me, that doesn’t mean a whole lot, because i’ve been known to wear shorts in the winter. For some however, that means a whole wardrobe change. One thing that is becoming increasingly common on the female side of things are those tiny shorts with words on them. Now apparently, those are fashion-forward, in-right-now things. You know some people, they always have to be in on the latest trends… What i have to say here is not friendly, so be warned. As a 350+ pound man, my wardrobe contains virtually nothing tight fitting or small, It’d look ridiculous. That being said, apparently all fat people don’t possess this same degree of common sense. Now, don’t get me wrong, i’m not trying to be mean here, but whenever i see a Huge guy in a size “L” muscle shirt, or heaven forbid, a large woman in the aforementioned tiny shorts (which in all reality, are no longer tiny, and would in fact be pants on a normal sized person) I have to stop and say “what were they thinking?” It’s people like that that give fat people a bad name… I’m just saying. To quote a wise man “You see people with them shorts with words like ‘Juicy’ on em… Ladies, If your thighs look like the hood of a white toyota after a hailstorm, you are not ‘Juicy’.” Also of note, wearing a shirt two sizes too small does not compress you and , in fact, make you two sizes smaller. Physics just doesn’t work that way, sorry…
Anyhow… How’re y’all doing? Thats how i feel today, and besides that, i dont have a whole lot to say, Except that I’m gonna take down josh moore in fantasy baseball this week. Let’s face it, he’s gonna end up looking like a chump… that’s just how it goes…
Also, A-Rod, you and me are through… I used to have respect for you, but frankly, you’re nothing more than a dirty puerto-rican Barry bonds wannabe now.
Alright, well, i’m signing off now.
Okay lets keep this quick and concise… I’m coming home for the weekend. Aside from friday 10-11 AM ish, i am free. Please hang out with me, thanks…
On a separate note, i recently read a note posted on facebook by brandon king about why he would never do a 25 things about me list. To that i say, I only need one reason to not write one.
1.) Because my life is so mind numbingly awesome that if you read a list of 25 things about me, there would be no point to continue living. So to save you, faithful reader, I abstain.
Okay, so being an audio production major, you come across some new stuff in classes or whatever. Well, Here’s someone y’all should check out. I think he might be autistic or have some form of mental handicap, but he sure can make beats and play keyboards.
http://www.youtube.com/user/ronaldjenkees?blend=1
http://www.ronaldjenkees.com/
its some pretty good stuff…
Sadly, this is as much excitement as i get these days. The Good News is that i have a break to watch it.
HOWDY
Bon Jovi – Livin On A Prayer –
Well, i guess it was bound to happen. I finally went away to college (when i say finally, i mean it not in that warm, fuzzy, i’m out of the house way.) As crazy as this may sound to some reading this, I’m scared out of my mind. Tonight marks the end of the first day of a magical journey (yeah, right). I’m settling down for the night, and yet, i’m distinctively unsettled. Its wierd to be away from home, very, very wierd. I’m a homebody, all my friends know that, so these five months away will be different than anything i’ve done before. So please, anyone who reads this, keep me in your prayers and thoughts. Keep up with me on AIM and email. my email is scott.gardeski@gmail.com My AIM is: SeeScottRock. My new mailing address is:
Scott Gardeski
The Village College Suites
3115 Saunders Settlement Road
Suite #329-A
Sanborn, NY 14132
now to explain the title: Jon Bon Jovi is not exactly a prophet, but his lyrics sure are catchy. For some reason or another “Livin’ On a Prayer” has been stuck in my head for, oh, a freaking week. Oddly enough, there was a period where my going to college was iffy. Depending on whether or not i got into certain classes, I would or would not have gone to school this semester. On the morning of the last day to make the decision, I told God that it was up to him whether i went or not, and either way, i was okay with the way he planned it.
that afternoon, the college contacted us and said i could get in to those classes. So here i am, blogging from my dorm. I told Pastor Josh that story on saturday, when we got together for coffee. He jokingly said “maybe its symbolic” to which i said “maybe its prophetic”.
Prophetic Indeed.
On a less spiritual aside, i hate college internet. it is slow, and my upload is faster than my download, which is a problem. now i’m really done
