Procrastinate

When you wait,

You start out late,

Knowing your fate

...All along

You end up caught

In the trap sought,

Even when you thought

...All along

That you'd get through;

Do what you had to.

You only fooled you

...All along

Logo Design

So my Engineering Club logo looked completely retarded so I decided to make a new one. Here's the poster for the club along with it. Some feedback? Salut.

Just Something Interesting

Hello everyone!

Well, today I am just going to share a piece of my day that made me quite excited. For the past two days I have been attending a Leadership seminar at my college as I have assumed an officer position in the Engineering Leadership Council. That being said, along with all of the rigamarole that I have been subjected to, today we talked about something that was quite intriguing. One of the speakers strongly suggested the school's Model UN Program. Basically 14 students get picked to take a class once a week where they, as a group, become a nation of the world. After you learn in depth about your country, you are sent to NYC on an all expense paid trip to the United Nations Building. When you arrive, you act as a delegate for your country among 4,000 other students from across the country in a mock UN convention. While I am no fan of the UN in general, this sounds super cool. Hope I have what it takes to make the cut. Salut.

So, this is the way it is

Hello everyone. Today I have an unquenchable urge to blog but cannot for the life of me decide upon a topic. Sooooooooooo...

Ok, I suppose that the most prevalent thing on my mind at the moment is the paradox of organization. To introduce what I mean by this, let me elaborate about where I am coming from. I, myself am quite particular about keeping things tidy – and I don't just mean generally. Although I am not in any way unable to function inside of a mess, It does bother me quite a bit when things are disorganized or just downright crazy. Basically my point is I like things clean and in order. I try to keep things where they go, I hate it when there are loose papers that need tending to, and I maintain a clean environment. But, you may be thinking, where's the paradox?

Let's examine two people, one messy and one a neat freak. In the life of the messy person there is always something to work on straightening up. Whether it be the closet beginning its conquest of your room or the 13 trash items you haven't got cleaned out of your car, you are constantly (or perhaps not so constantly) in and around an environment that holds potential for fixing. On the other hand, the neat freak is so well kept and organized that despite his regimented organization, he finds himself without anything to clean and compensates by either re-organizing or finding himself as does the victor of a tournament – without any opposition. Herein lies the paradox. The struggle one makes to move from one camp to the other offsets itself through the lack of incentive. You have a mess, clean it, and are then forced to somehow let it become messy again and repeat the process. Thus the 2nd law of thermodynamics triumphs yet again, order through infinite effort or disorder moments after you turn your back. It kinda seems so pointless yet life would be so dull without the ride.

Although this is somewhat of a digression, in a way all things are like this. Take for example the idea behind the American Dream. In the Declaration of Independence Jefferson stated that , "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

Jefferson knew of the unquenchable victory when he descibed our pursuit of happiness; a happiness where we never arrive but pursue perpetually.

So, in order to expedite the closing of this post, my advice to you: avoid the extremes. Be neither a neat freak or a slob. Leave enough mess to keep you busy but not enough to make you uncivil. And as far as the happiness bit, only a personal relationship with Jesus Christ will bring you true happiness. No material possession or idea can fill that void but Him. Salut

This post is in memory of High School. Beau, whenever you see this post, you will know. I am appending a multiple of drawings created by Beau DiLorenzo when we were in high school. Each of them depicts a different character or symbol behind the legendary stories of King Arthur. They once were a part of my binder decor, but now they exist as a reminder of times past. So now, years later, I figured I should reminisce and publish some of Beau's great work. Check out his blog at LifeTheParody.blogspot.com or on YouTube Life The Parody. Salut

P.S. Beau,

Keep drawing, even in light of your pursuit of a career in the military... we need your talent to surface!

What's it in for me? Who cares!

Want it but cant get it? Need it but don't like it? Love it but it's not yours? These are the three most common reasons for discontent. I found that the best way to conquer them is by digging a hole into the ground, shoving your head into it when finished. Voila! Problems solved. Not only do you find yourself undistracted by the trivial wants of this life, but you become greatly appreciative of all the things that surround you every day that go unnoticed. Today, be thankful for those in your life and the abundance you posses. It is a cruel thing to judge one's own welfare by the scale of those better off. Rather, judge your state of affairs by those who aren't as fortunate. When you remove the focus from your own scope of self-fulfillment, only then will you see the monotonous routine that so easily ensnares us. After you have arrived at this realization, do two things: First, clean the dirt off of your face. Second, when you go to McDonalds, put your change in the Ronald McDonald House box. A suffering child and their family somewhere thanks you.

Job Hunting

Today was marked by the usual Sunday regiment, however I decided to once again fill in a job application in my attempt to remove myself from the corpulent regime otherwise known as McDonalds. Though for 3 years now I have faithfully executed the office of QSC&V (which is quite a joke in my opinion) I do believe it to be necessary to leave the food production business. My optimal choice of employment, the Apple Store, remains untested as I haven't the guts to pursue employment there. However, at this point, any retail venue will suffice. But enough about all this working business; with the national unemployment average growing ever closer to 10% who am I to complain? No no, this is an effort based on the undying Amercan principle of happiness, which at the moment I find to not include the McDonalds corporation. Nevertheless, until the day I am hired elsewhere: ba da ba ba ba . . . i'm lovin it