See the word "Boredom" up there? That's exactly why this was written.

It's practically July, but it sure doesn't feel like it. Soon enough it will be back into the grind of another school year. The people I'm seeing a lot of will become ghosts until next May, but that's okay. Everyone has their own shit to do, and catching up with people in the summers is always a good time. Some people might be different than when you last met, including yourself, but that's (in most cases) no reason to stop hanging out with your friends from home.

Even if you didn't get along with someone in high school or if you didn't have any issues but never hung out, it doesn't really matter. Everyone is just looking to unwind, relax, and have a good time. Use the time given to you to take a good look around. Open your eyes extra wide, and really see the world. There's a lot of beauty all around us, and I'm going to try and appreciate it more.

The summer is a time for work, play, and more play. I could definitely be saving more cash but I'll make due with what I can scrape together for spending money first semester. Whatever will be, will be. Too soon will the school year return, and I for one can wait for summer to be over. I'm in no particular rush to start writing papers again. It's kind of funny how I want to write for a living and despise almost all academic writing. To make myself more clear, it's simply not my cup of tea, and I love tea, so it has to be pretty bad for me not to enjoy it.

Yesterday, The U.S. men's national team fell to mighty Brasil thanks to a second half comeback started in the 46th minute. Three unsanswered goals later, the score was 2-3 and USA lost their first ever FIFA final match in a tournament. It was a noble effort from the USA, and they definitely won the first half. But Brasil displayed why they are one of the world's best teams in the second 45 minutes, and deservedly won the match and the tournament. This has been a huge week for USA soccer, even if the sport is largely unappreciated in the states. Taking down the #1 ranked Spain and going two goals up against Brasil is just a sign of things to come. Hopefully, coach Bob Bradley and the squad will use the loss in the finals as fuel to drive them toward next year's World Cup in South Africa.

Today, I am working until 5pm, heading to Taco Bell for dinner and hanging out. The rest of this week will be spent working, with Friday being my only day off. That's fine, but I just finished my book and there's still an hour and a half before this shift ends. So why not post something on this blog?

Lately the weather has been bouncing back and forth, rain to sun, grey skies to blue, but for once in Cohasset it doesn't feel like there's nothing to do. It's a pleasant change, and hopefully things stay that way. Sitting around by yourself is no way to spend the summer, and it's certainly no way to live. Still, the quiet moments alone can be just as nice as a night around a fire with friends. Things are improving and yes, on this street called life there will be speed bumps to deal with, but you just gotta keep moving forward.

In the digital world of 2009, you're never more than a few mouseclicks from friends and family, but while the social networking on the internet can help you stay close to people far away, it doesn't replace the classic face-to-face interaction between to people. You can't hug someone through your monitor, yet. Take off your iPod, stop texting and make a phonecall. Say words to someone. That's step one. Soon enough, you may be ready to shake someone's hand or even hold a conversation in person.

Who knows what tonight let alone tomorrow will bring? Good, bad, either way, live well today so you can live well tomorrow.

Beirut, Beerpong, can't we all just get along?

Last night was great, this morning not so much. Surprisingly, this is day two of waking up at about ten after crawling into bed around three. Waking up doesn't mean getting out of bed however, I just kind of try and prepare myself both mentally and physically for the day before me for an hour or so before actually getting up and going to work or having some Honey Nut and a cup of tea.

This morning, I woke up in a decent amount of pain. Feels like a pinched nerve on my neck, not very pleasant, and I'm fairly self-conscious of the awkward Tin Man-eqsue way I'm moving to compensate for this injury. Does anyone have an oil can?

One hour into this shift at work, one customer served. Seriously, I swear Cohasset isn't a ghost town, but they do leave the majority of our streetlights off at night. Two wonderful girls I go to school with are coming to visit, I'll call them Gina and Kelly. Trying to find a place to misbehave this evening, and it looks like the great outdoors are a no-go, with the forecast saying 60% chance of rain. It's been so long since I've seen the sun that I'm starting to think maybe it went on vacation or just hit the road, hitchhiking across the galaxy. Speaking of the sun going out, if you haven't seen Danny Boyle's film Sunshine, get on that. You're probably familiar with his work, especially since Slumdog Millionaire (which I myself have yet to see, I'm a hypocrite) did so well at the Academy Awards.

But with Gina and Kelly spending the night and no plan for tonight's tomfoolery, I have some work to do. Then again - when do I ever have a real plan? Not very often, that's for sure. Certainly, I'm capable of setting something up *cough* pick-up soccer *cough* , but I'm fairly passionate about that.

You live, you learn. You live, you burn. I'm just trying not to burn too quickly, because I don't believe that it's better to burn out than to fade away. Eat your heart out, Neil Young.

Almost 2am

Took a Lunesta, tolerance is becoming an issue, so I'm being weaned off of it and given something else for sleep for a while. Cycling my sleep meds so I can have my A-Team out there with me next semester.

Played game of soccer in the rain earlier, then hopped into a slightly warm shower (which was still burning my hands, totally numb and devoid of color in the fingers). Poor circulation is a pain.

But check out this guy, casual as hell and in that type of situation. Unless he's enjoying a few last drags before he goes down with the car and dies, it seems like this man hasn't a care in the world.

Certainly makes me feel like a dick for stressing over potential surgery or surgeries to try and improve my sleep apnea. I have to do another overnight sleep study, try and sleep in some hotel type room with a shitty mattress, with tons of electrodes and wires all over my face, chest, and a few on my legs. Not to mention the CPAP machine, a darth vader like mask that basically just pumps a constant airflow into your face so you don't stop breathing and wake up. Well, it's been a year since they gave me my very own CPAP, which if I ever try to sleep wearing, keeps me up and ends up on ze floor. I have no love for that machine, doesn't work for me. But if my number of obstructions (times i stop breathing and wake up) is low enough no surgery. It was at 20 per hour on my back in December right before I went to school and 17 an hour on my side.

If the number is high enough, bye-bye tonsils, uvula, adenoids and whatever else would possibly cut that number down to a reasonable amount and I can start to function at higher levels than I am now. Sure, after 12 years or so you get used to running on empty but I am going to snatch any chance I can get to try and improve the sleep apnea and ideally get rid of it, but that's not too likely. Just having insomnia could make life easier, but any step in the right direction is still progress.

I have a 5 year reunion for my 2004 People to People Student Ambassadors Program trip to Greece, Italy, France, and London for 3 weeks on Sunday - if I can find a ride.

Until next time. Right now I'm going to turn this off and try to sleep.

I caved. So bored at work I made a blog, and am probably going to make a Twitter as well.

Here I am, sitting at work, bored out of my mind. Business is painfully slow, much like my thought process right now. Operating on about 6 hours sleep is nothing new to me but how tired I've been these last few weeks just kept piling on to my sleep deficit. To crash, or not to crash, that is the question. Soccer @ 6:30 tonight, but right now is another familiar feeling - not wanting to play because of
A. mood
B. energy level
C. awful weather

I usually end up going, but it seems like there's always some deliberation on my part over whether I should bother. The fact of the matter is, if I don't go out and kick the ball around I'm going to be upset that I haven't played. Plus, I suppose I'll tire myself out to a point where I may try and sleep at a reasonable hour tonight unless some plans present themself.

I'm 21 as of June 3, and it's nothing special. Sure, I can now legally purchase alcohol, but I've never been too crazy about it to begin with. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a drink sometimes but the morning after is usually just miserable.

I think that the spot where I split my head open a little bit going up for a head ball is going to scar. Oh well.

I'm going to go ahead and blame my bad mood on the weather, and leave it at that. Stressing is not going to accomplish anything.