Sweet Disposition

Spring Break.

When you think about spring break what comes to your mind?

Usually sun.

If you didn't think sun...stop it.


I woke up this morning expecting to feel the warmth of the sun's rays on my face. Instead, the world said, "F you Nick," and I woke to dark, ominous, buzz-killing clouds. Oops.

I guess that's what I get for living in northern California. Not that I hate it at all up here, it's great. But I would like to get some sunshine every once in a while.

It was in the middle of my hatred for everything cloudy that I realized that we are hugely dependent on our expectations. We expect something to be awesome so we're in a great mood, stoked for the awesomeness to come, or we expect something to suck so we immediately hate life and have a terrible day because we don't want whatever this thing is to come about so we can hate life even more. Sometimes (usually) the actual outcome surprises us and the opposite happens. Awesomeness turns to awfulness and vice-versa.

I'm not sure why everything turns out the opposite of how you expect them to go, but most people's solution is just to expect the worst. If you expect the worst you can't get let down. Things could go great and thats awesome, but if things go bad you can just brush it off because you expected that anyway.

I tend to hate that point of view because then you're never really excited for anything. I like expecting things to go well. A lot of the time that means I get disappointed, but that's life I guess. I look forward to a lot of things and have high expectations because when things go right it's a great feeling.

It's kinda cool when you expect a good outcome and then the actual thing blows your expectations out of the water.

Maybe I just have too much hope in life.

Oh well.

I like it.

One Man Wrecking Machine

Comics are huge for me.

I love them, and if you get me talking about them, I probably won't shut up for a while.

So to avoid that problem, I'm just gonna show you an AWESOME trailer for Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. Based off a comic, which I haven't read yet, but will definitely read soon.

Okay...how frickin awesome does that look?

If you're not stoked...

I'll be a little pissed

I Think You're a Contra

Story time.

Three months ago, I was packing to come back to school from winter break. Everything was in my suitcase, ready to go.

I get back to school and put everything away and notice that I have a substantially less amount of socks in my drawer, so I buy new ones.

Cut to now, when I am packing to go back home for spring break. Oh hey look...

My "lost" socks were in my suitcase the whole time...

Shoooot...

Also...vampire weekend is kind of becoming an addiction

We Will Become Silhouettes

I realized listening to The Postal Service gets me in a writing mood...

I'm excited for a lot of things:

1. Spring Break

2. Mods

3. Comic-Con

By a lot, I mean three...mostly because my mind suddenly went blank when I scrambled to think of things that I was excited for...

But anyways. Excitement is a fun thing. I like the feeling you get when you're completely stoked for something to happen and your body kind of shakes a little. Not in an epileptic way or anything (that would suck), but just in a way where you absolutely cannot wait for something. It makes me feel like a little kid again. In a lot of ways I'm still a little kid. I still get excited when I'm anywhere near Disneyland, comic books are like gold to me, and sometimes I think girls really do have cooties.

I'll be home in two days, and I'm starting to get giddy.

Food will actually be good there.

Excitement brings out the kid in us. And I loved being a kid.

Ratatat

I finally decided to start one of these...

It's almost 2 A.M. and I will most likely regret this when my alarm goes off in about 6 hours but maybe it'll be worth it.

I've been thinking about love a lot lately. How it can suck. How it can suddenly disappear. How sometimes the realization that it's there is incredibly surprising, scary, and a little awesome at the same time. But mostly how excited I am to feel it. I went to a wedding a few months ago and I was so amazed by how people love each other so much that they are willing to commit to one another forever. Granted, it doesn't last a lot of the time...but I'm excited for the ones that do. It's weird that in a world so full of the worst kind of stuff, love is still there. It drives people. It drives me. It makes me have hope that I'll find something awesome eventually. Something that won't crash and burn.

First write and it got a little deep...hah, I guess that's what happens at 2 in the morning.

"Hope grows in a dump."

- Michael Scott