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Showing posts with label College. Show all posts
Showing posts with label College. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

College Should be as Fun as Miley Cyrus Twerking

As I read Matt’s post yesterday about Ryno’s first day ofcollege I thought back to when I went to college way back in the day.  I had all these crazy ideas about college and how it would change me. I thought that just by going to college I would suddenly be an outgoing, popular guy who had social skills. I think I also believed that I would magically be able to dance and the babes would be all over me.


Shockingly this didn’t happen. I was the same awkward and shy nerd that I had always been. In fact my freshmen year was incredibly boring. I really didn’t do anything much at all. There were none of the big parties that I expected to be attending every weekend. None of the babes hanging all over me that I expected. And when my dorm had some kind of party or dance I would only go and hang out for a little while and then leave. Alone. 

My roommate was a really strange guy. He was a junior architecture major and wasn’t around all that much. We got along great though. Of course, when you only actually see each other once a week, it’s easy to get along.

I didn’t spend all my time in my room watching my little black and white TV though. We had a pool table and ping pong table in the basement. So, that is where I spent most of my weekend nights. Oh sure, there were a few weekends where I would hang out over in another dorm with some other dudes and we would drink beer or anything else that somebody got his hands on and watch a movie (porn). #Thuglife

Sometimes while I was playing ping pong with the other anti-social nerds in the basement at 2 a.m. on a Friday night one of the cool guys with his cool girlfriend would wander through. I always loved that “oh look ... that poor loser is playing ping pong on a Friday night” look from those girls which always made me feel good about myself.

Most of the fun I had at college, and the closest things ever got to the college experience that I had envisioned, happened in my second year. That’s the year I met Big J, Little J, and S. Those are the guys that I went on the road trips with. And the guys that I actually got out and went to parties and other social functions with.

After that year Big J and Little J both moved back to California because it was too boring in Arkansas. I should have moved there with them. Then S got married about a year later. Actually he and his girlfriend dated for almost 12 months, then got married and THEN she moved out less than three months later.

For me college ended up being a colossal waste of time and money. I have a degree in Human Resource Management that has proven to be even more useless that you can imagine. It’s my own fault though because I didn’t stick with a major that I enjoyed and excelled in. I started out as a political science and history major and stupidly switched over to HR. Had stayed with my original major college would have been a more enjoyable and positive experience academically.

Of course God has a plan for all of us and for me it was to eventually become a world famous internet radio star rocking the house at the VMA’s with Miley Cyrus.


My point is that for people like Ryno and others heading off to college this week don’t worry about the future so much that you punish yourself by selecting a major that you don’t really give a crap about simply because you think it will mean a better chance at a job. It won’t. Do what you’re interested in and what you love and somehow it will all work out.

Probably.



Monday, August 26, 2013

Hate the Mom, But Love the Son

Cheeeers Bitches!!

Guess what’s happenin’ today…

My son began college.

No…no shit, I’m not kidding.

I am taking the little cretin out to breakfast today, and guess what?

When was all is said, done, and eaten, he will still want to attend lectures given by hippie bastards who hate capitalism, yet who wrote all of the books that he has to buy for their class.

Anyhoo…and well, you know what?

In spite of getting up at 6 AM with a hangover in order to take one college Freshman out to breakfast, I am enjoying back to back days off for the first time in eight months, so you know what that means?

It means that today at 6 AM, I am awaking with a hangover, taking a shower, and then meeting my son at 7 AM for the breakfast bar at Frisch’s.

My son is going to be pressed for time, going to be nervous, and going to be cloaked within the shadow of his mother who lives vicariously and academically through him, however…

He came to see me Saturday, and he is excited.

I like that.

I want him to be excited.  I want him to be so damn excited that he takes on the world and makes it better.  I want that boy to be able to say…

“The World is my Bitch.”

And hopefully, that is what his time in college will do.

Hopefully it will enable him to crawl out from beneath that hypocritical, monastic and maternal wing of suffocation cloud of trepidation under which he has been suffering, and make a go of it.

Eh, I don’t want to get maudlin and mommy blogger on any one.  I just want him to be who I know who he is and what he can be, and he won’t wait as long as I did to do so.

I want Ryno to go down every avenue of interest, walk along every boulevard of believability, and ford each and every stream of life, and then…

No matter if it is today or six years down the road, say to me, his mom, and more importantly, to himself…

THIS is what I am supposed to be doing.

Hell…If he can say that six years from now, he will live to be a happy man, and his dad can die a happy man.

Listen to everyone, and listen to no one, buddy.  I love you.

Cheers!!

Matt-Man

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Annnnnnnnnd if you missed yesterday's hilariously funny ending to season three of IWS RAdio you can catch it all, right here.


Jay, Matt, Mike, "Gloria", Schmoop, Dana, and Jamie were all there, along with a cast of thousands...Listen to it, and be healed; listen to it not, and you will surely
die.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Thuggin' It with Bryce Firestone IV

What is up..?  And word to you urban sprayers of paint, and collectors of beer cans, and “down with it” baubles.

My name is Bryce Firestone IV, and I am the official ne’er-do-well type thug of I’m With Stupid.

Don’t allow my deaf jam, yet finely coiffed, and well-appointed good looks fool you.  I am down with the thuginization of America and her hip hop, gangster sub-culture.

I am here to let you know that I, Bry-Fi as my posse calls me, am such a damn thug, that I make the photog that The Biebs pummeled upon, seem like the guy who got Britney Spears drunk and still was cohabitationally rebuked from her ubiquitous vagina.

Anyway, or as I say on the mean, yet artfully landscaped boulevards of Pepper Pike, Ohio…

“Listen upward my raw, yet cherished blokes and mates!!”

I, this past Saturday, graduated from Orange High School, which is one of the premier public High Schools in the United States.

Sure, my less than adequate, yet more than fiducially capable mother and father, wanted me to attend a private secondary educational facility, but I said unto them in the summer of 2008...

“I break dance with the ones who sat with me in the limo; I want to continue to immerse my gray matter in proximity of my posse of Jared, Evan, and Danforth.”

My years in school have been beyond compare.

Beginning with my first step into Moreland Hills Elementary School at age six, until I, with nobility and a menacing, thug-like fashion, at the age of eighteen, walked across the stage of Orange High School in order to collect my High School diploma, have always been known as, “the cool guy.”

The ladies love my Adonis-like body and my Ovid-like oratory, while the men respect and envy, my dastardly Cassanova-type charades and devil-may-care, Churchilian hi-jinx.

Ha…What’s a thug life lover like me to do?  I’ll tell you what.

My mother and father wanted to buy me a Volvo XC60 for graduation.  Ha, I and my thug lifestyle said to the parental units…

“If you loved me, you would buy your favorite progeny and thug something a little less Neil Patrick Harris, and a little more Charles Sheen.”

Who won that debate?  Yours truly…Bry-Fi.

The Bry-Meister is now tooling around the mean streets of Pepper Pike, Ohio in a bad arsed, SAAB 95.  I am the Wayne Newton of Northeast Ohio, my friends.

I am Bry-Fi…King Thug.

And to put an exclamation point on my living on the edge behavior?

My mother, father, and grandfather wanted to send me to their alma mater, Ohio Wesleyan.  Ha!!

Those Methodists have no madness going on.  So…

I am going to grunge it out and thug it out the only way I know, and that is to matriculate at a Lutheran school and wear an off the rack suit while doing so.

You see...ever since Martin Luther, those Lutherans have been off the hook!!

Wittenberg University here I come, and listen Mom, Dad, and Grandfather…

I know you want me to major in Finance and minor in Banking, but my thug lifestyle and spirit won’t allow me to do that.

My free spirit is calling upon me, Bry-Fi, to major in Micro-Economics and minor in Macro-Economics.

Ha...

See what I did there with the irony of my major and minors?  I truly am a hilarious, randy thug of shall we say, unmarried morality.

Oh Boyz in the Hood!!  My SAAB 95, my bad arsed thuggery, and my off the rack suit, so disavow you relics. So bring on the Lutheran lifestyle, and bring on the thug that is Bry-Fi.

Cheers!!
Bry-Fi

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