Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The 65daysofstatic station on last.fm is absolutely killer if you like post-rock.

seriously, check it out.

also, that is all.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Tough Mudder


November 21st, get pumped. They call it a combination of a marathon, an iron man, and a navy seals training course. Perfect, right? Already working on putting a team together, be sure to let me know if you're interested. I've found that the easiest way to keep yourself motivated in fitness is to have events like these to look forward to and to push yourself towards. This one in particular is going to be one hell of a race. It makes the triathlon we all did last summer seem like nothing. Probably because, it comparison to this, it was nothing.

I'll update once I get plans/training schedule/have a roster of who is going.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

A few things I've learned from my weekend.

A few things I've learned this weekend.

1) Don't hope for anything specific when it comes to going out for a night. All you can really plan on is having a good time, and that's pretty much it. I ran in to tons of people who were out to meet girls, to find the sickest party, or to try to make themselves known as "that guy" that goes way over the edge. I think that planning for all of these things is what makes them all impossible to achieve. After a year of college, I'm finally learning that you can't plan for things to happen... you can just plan for the way things will go. As I learned from the movie Blow last night - "Life passes you by while you're making grand plans for it".

2) "It is what it is" - Rule #2 on Kinsella's principles of a young life that he sent me two years ago. I think that I'll start posting these rules whenever I come to learn them myself, for this, like everything else, is one long and absurd fucked up journey through the best years of our lives. This one refers to making the best out of whatever you have. Last night would be a perfect example of that. Went out to carriage, lost...everyone, saw all my friends get lucky and leave, and ended up walking back alone. But then, walking back, I met a bunch of people on my floor for the first time, and ended up hanging with a lot of them in our room until 2 or 3 in the morning. At the end of the night, despite everything that had or hadn't happened, we still had all of our closest friends chilling on our futon, watching Blow and eating old popcorn. It is what it is. It's not about the people you meet for the first time and go head over heels in your endeavor to make a good impression. It's about those that help you drag back your friends when they are having trouble stumbling back to your dorm and stopping to go a leak every three seconds. First lesson learned. Many more to come.

- Connor

Monday, September 13, 2010

Something to live by

Something my very close friend Alan Kinsella told me the other day -

- "Don't let college get the best of you. Get the best of IT"

I feel like that happens to a lot of people here. We're here for 4 years. Maybe an extra semester or so, but the same basic length of time. I'm learning very quickly that time will fly by if you don't get out there and seize every possible opportunity that you can. If there is ever a choice between watching tv by yourself and meeting someone new, make sure to make the right choice. I spent an entire year making the wrong choices, and I'm starting to see how much better everything is when you trust our intuition and just run with it. I've met people doing laundry, longboarding, leaving my door open and blasting LOST on my TV... more ways than i can count. and I've been here two weeks. Imagine how much life experience I'll get out of just this semester. More than I can possibly fathom. It all falls on taking the time get yourself out there, and avoid falling into the rut of routine. NEVER let that happen. This is what I'm going to keep telling myself.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I think it's an addiction

I have the strangest problems. I've never struggled with drugs, alcohol, eating, etc. But you know what I can't get out of my head? Grades. Seriously, I have these absurd standards that probably won't even end up helping me. It's 4.0 or bust, and I mean that. Some people compete in Athletics, others compete in Music.. I get wrapped up in the ego trip i get from getting better grades than other people and working harder than them. I know. That makes me an asshole. Someone once told me that it's only because I'm trying to prove to people that I'm ok because I think that I'm not. I suppose he was probably right, but it doesn't exactly solve this. Maybe it's because I have no real concept of what grades it takes to get into law school, or what sort of work is required to get these grades at uconn. I don't really know. All I know is that I can't wait (academically at least) for 1st semester to end, so I have a better idea of how I function as a student. Because right now I'm still doing that whole library-from-7pm-to-2am thing.

I know, I've been writing about really boring shit lately. I suppose thats because life has literally consisted of marching band and schoolwork since I moved in. Next weekend (the one with the 18th I mean) is completely free though!

- Connor

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Sometimes

I think I'm bi-polar. Not in the "upset-happy-upset-happy-eat 10 cheeseburgers way", but in the "I can't really focus on a single objective" way. Maybe that's ADHD? Or some other condition that I obviously don't have but like to pretend I do to justify my horrible attention span? I read through what I wrote last night and I don't think I could get in that mood again if I tried. I love how things jump around so much. Last night I wanted to change the world, right now I just want to change my clothes and watch a movie.

That last sentence represents the single greatest facet of humanity.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Why I wish I was like doctor house.

You know what would be totally sweet? If we all had the power to turn into Dr. House whenever we wanted to. It wouldn't have to be for medicine persay, but rather a quick transformation that changed us from relaxed and careless to a quirky, detail coveting genius who was really really really really good at whatever they were doing. I know it's lame (but isn't everything?) but sometimes I get like that when I'm studying. Seriously, you should try it. I set myself up in a way to allow myself to get completely enveloped by my work, to a point where I synchronize all of my thoughts with it and just get in the fucking zone. Most of you will think I'm crazy, but those of you who've been where I've been know how cool it is to be the Micheal Jordan of writing history papers. You'll spend hours coming up with nothing and then WHOA! Perfect argument after perfect argument seems to flow from your pencil as if you're doing nothing. As someone who enjoys (to a certain degree, let's be realistic here) schoolwork, I try to get in that zone as much as possible. After all, I didn't sign my entire extended family up for a lifetime of college debt just to come here to party and chill all day.

That part's just extra.