I feel like…as a culture; as people…we lack in being creative, or at least, we are not as creative as we used to be.

I feel like we are in an age of copy and paste; retweets and reblogs; sharing other’s ideas without adding onto it. We spend vast amounts of time following celebrities, politicians, people we consider to ourselves to be “famous”, and upon them revealing an idea or a “thing” we simply share our interest for it without explaining how it affects us. It’s a matter of:

1. Cool image/phrase
2. Retweet/Reblog/Share link

Hardly do I ever witness people adding onto the idea or even citing where/who they got it from. To me, it seems it’s a flattering form of plagerism - we condone this simply because the source from who WE take it from, we “follow” (whether it be Tumblr, Twitter, etc.) so it’s “okay”.

So I wonder: why? Are people so scared to add onto an idea in fear of it being rejected? Made fun of? Anything? There’s nothing wrong with being creative - especially in this day and age where your faux pas today will not even matter tomorrow, because tomorrow it’ll be someone else’s.

Why are people so afraid to take a risk? I partly believe it has something to do with how easy it is to be judged nowadays: social networking plays a huge role obviously: Post a status on Facebook and it’s open to your friends opinions. Post something on Tumblr and people can reply anonymously. It’s amazing and dangerous all at once.

Anyway…this was random. I hope it inspired you to do something creative…hah.

My Day (So Far)

06:00 - Woke up. Went back to bed.

10:00 - Went for a morning jog - 1.97 miles in 16:46 (8’31” /mi pace)

12:44 - Pic 1-4 / I won at the casino(s) yesterday so I wanted to treat myself to some comics. I biked on over to Chula Vista mall and upon entering Comics-n-Stuff I was feeling good…only to find out that they didn’t have ANY Deadpool comics (Well they had Deadpool Max but I don’t read those). Typically I try to buy either Deadpool or any Marvel Limited Series comics, which is what I did as seen in my 5th pic (Avengers: X-Sanction 1 & 2 of 4). As I walked towards the counter I saw that they had Deadpool Classic (1997) vol. 6. I figured “Might as well start this collection with the paperbacks”, so I did.
14:50 - Came home to two packages; these weren’t supposed to arrive for another week so yay for me. My Iron Man/Thor 1-4 (Ltd. Series) came in AND three leather straps I bought via eBay - the straps are a bit long so I’m gon have to cut them but whatever…I don’t care. As you can see I put my Weekender on one of ‘em.

Yeuh boi (Big Sean voice). 

Oh how I’ve missed you - last pic: “Monkey Balls”, they were “ehh”.

…as of now is still March 16th for me. Kind of sad about this, kind of happy: On a good note I’ll be able to spend more time with my friends and family; I’ll be able to kick it with people I have yet to kick it with. It gives me even more time to get into better shape than I already am (which, compared to how the recruiters want me to be, isn’t in shape at all). On the other hand…I don’t leave for about 10 weeks.

Ya know, putting it that way makes it seem not that far away. Ehh…in any case I just have to keep training hard and stay focused on my goal: Get to boot camp and get through it.

I find it kind of funny that sometimes when this subject is brought up people tend to ask me “Why not join the ____ instead?”. A part of me wants to say, “Why not?”. What’s wrong with the Marine Corps? I usually get sh-t for joining the Marines: “First in, last out”, “You’re going to come back an a—hole”, “You’re not scared to go to Afghanistan?”, “You’re not scared that you might go to war?” - Yeah I know, no I won’t, no I’m not, and of course I am. Sure there are some factors that pushed me towards joining, but the main reason: because I want to.

One side of me wants to say: I didn’t make this decision lightly - I thought about it a lot and I did approach other branches first. It was a tough decision and in the end I chose the Marines.

The other side: You want to be the best, you gotta join the best. Oorah.

We all have our own opinions about this kind of sh-t, trust me…I hear it all, all the time. As much as I value others opinions, in the end it comes down to this…what’s going to make me happy?

Anyway…I’m ranting. Take care every one, hope your New Years was good to you. Time to play some BF3…haha.

I can’t recall the last time I actually took time out of my day to blog… -checks-… okay 3 weeks ago.

Quite honestly there isn’t anything new going on in my life. I mean…I’m officially not full-time at my job anymore; I’m now on-call which means I pick my own hours which, by the way, sucks. I work ONE day next week. ONE DAY BRO.

Switch. I’m going to Disneyland next week with Lorie. Neither of us have ever been to Disneyland during this time of the year so I’m pretty excited. In the back of my mind I’m wondering, “I wonder what that electric bill look like…”, haha!

Switch. I had my first real taste of an intense PT and whoa…I need to get into better shape! It made me realize just how important my endurance is going to be. I’ve never done so many push ups, ahh lord I was sore for 3 days. That was the best sh-t ever. Thankfully I now know what I should be incorporating into my own workouts so give me a month and I’ll be straight.

I’m drawing a blank right now…I don’t know what else to bore you with. OH, Lorie got me a watch B). I mainly use it for work but shhiiiiiieeet…I look fresh. HAHA, okay. I’m done.

So, as some (or most) of you know I am joining the US Marine Corps; I’m leaving for boot camp on March 16th 2012 so that leaves me with 4 months and 6 days to 1. Get into boot camp shape, 2. Start learning the things I’ll be taught at boot camp (general orders, ranks, etc.), and 3. Hang out with as many friends and family as I can.

I’m stuck trying to decide between two jobs: Logistics and Marine Air Ground Task Force Planner (MAGTF Planner). I won’t go into job descriptions (as you can check that yourself) but these two jobs stick out to me the most and both seem like something I’d be satisfied doing while I serve time in the Marines. My uncle Joe’s MOS, i.e., his job, is Logistics and the more he told me about what he used to do, the more it made me consider that as my MOS. I’m excited to get that started, although that doesn’t start until after boot camp.

As for getting in shape, from my past blogs you should know that I’ve been trying to get in shape for a while now - I’m proud to say that I am in fantastic shape BUT I still have some adjustments to make to my training schedule. Apparently I run too much, haha. My recruiter and uncle both agree, seeing as too much running can be bad for your joints (I’ve known this but I figured I needed to lose weight so hey, why not). They’re telling me to limit myself to running, at the most, 3 miles a week. 3 miles in one day or 1 mile every other day; I need to start doing pull ups and crunches every day and quite frankly push ups don’t really matter (which is sad for me because I’ve increased my max number of push ups - oh well). While at MEPS, I got 65 crunches in two minutes and a total of 9 pull ups. I thought that was low but it was actually the average amongst the other fellow recruits; I felt a boost to my ego though considering that although I averaged amongst them with the physical stuff, my ASVAB score was higher than most of theirs, haha. I felt really proud after all that.

In any case, to whomever reads this, let’s hang out. I leave in 4 months so there is plenty of time but I would like to catch up with a lot of you - the only people I see nowadays are my “main crew” (you know who you are). Not that I don’t enjoy seeing them, it’s just I haven’t seen most of my other friends in ages. So yeah.

K. That is all for now.

I got done jogging earlier. I jogged 2.21 miles (at least according to my app). Remember my blog before about my 2 mile time? It was 18:16…you know what my time was today as I hit 2 miles?

15:46

OHOHOHOH MAN, as I was running, my app alerted me by saying (in this strange android-sh female voice)…ahem…”Time: 15 minutes, 46 seconds. Distance: 2.0 miles”…AHHH MAN, I felt like a boss. Do you understand how happy that made me? I cut 2 minutes off my previous time. TWO. MINUTES. ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SECONDS. YO’. BEASTIN’.

Alright, that’s enough bragging for one paragraph. Now for this paragraph…HAHAHA, just kidding. Naw, but seriously, not even including my exercise I managed to stay under 1750 calories! WOOT WOOT, WHAT IT DO.

Sorry, I’m just feeling f-cking great. In other news, I don’t work tomorrow…but I plan on getting some shopping done. I’m probably gonna trolley my butt downtown, Mission, and Fashion Val…yeuh boi (Big Sean voice).

Take care.

“If you got haters, then you’re doing something right”

Or whatever. Personally I don’t think “haters” is synonymous with “people who don’t like you/people who think you’re annoying”. If someone HATES you or what you’re doing, you’re probably endangering lives, haha.

Not that it’s a laughing matter to endanger lives, I’m just commenting on the fact that the term “hater” is, at least I believe, a trite term, i.e., it’s lacking effectiveness and meaning. I sometimes catch myself calling a friend a hater when I do/say something, so I think I should stop.

A lot of times when I hear someone retort with “hater”, I think…”well what you said was pretty stupid - we’re not hating, your idea was just stupid” hahahah.

K I’ma stop now. What? Don’t agree with what I said? Hater.

LOL.

What The F-ck happened?

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So my uncle had wedding rehearsal today and I went (I’m doing the first reading :D ) and afterwards we went to his house for a post-rehearsal dinner. Getting straight to the point, as I was sitting I was looking to my left at this wall that was a mirror and I had my left arm extended down with my hand on my knee and that’s when I realized…”HOL’ UP! (Kendrick Lamar voice)…my arm’s are small as f-ck bro”.

I used to carry guns on me like foot patrol, real talk. That was months ago though and…even though I like to still think I got biceps/triceps, the sad reality is…I don’t. I don’t know why this is so upsetting, I mean…my goal was to lose weight! HAHA! In any case…I ate quite a bit so to make myself feel better I went on a short 5 mile bike ride :D. It started raining so I busted my ass home with the quickness; my phone was being used to track my distance so I didn’t want it to get wet :P (that’s NOT what she said).

In any case, I feel better. I feel great. Tomorrow is the day I take my “tests”…I probably won’t even find out my results until Monday or Tuesday. In any case, it is also my birthday and I’ll be spending it with some of my closest friends.

In other news, it’s also Chuck Inglish’s birthday tomorrow (1/2 of The Cool Kids)…I plan on bumpin’ Cool Kids all day.

That’s it for now. DEUCES (Chris Breezy voice).

Lazily ran 2 miles today. My time? 18:16…disappointed

Well…factor in the fact that around 2 minutes in, my side started cramping (and it didn’t go away till I finished) and the hills in my neighborhood, I guess it’s okay. But none the less I’ve ran this exact route numerous times, all times being around 17:00; adding a minute to my overall time is a big womp to my pride.

To make myself feel better I did some calisthenics - I haven’t done any in probably a week so I only went for a straight 8 minutes (which to me is “meh”).

I need to get back into working out daily; I need to keep biking to/from work; I need to stop finding excuses not to exercise.

I’ll find out tomorrow whether or not I have asthma anymore - I truly believe I don’t but…if that doctor says otherwise then damn…I’m gonna have to beat someone up, haha! I’m just kidding…but seriously.

Naw I’m just kidding…but…seriously…