I haven't posted on here for awhile because I was super busy and lazy, but like America in a post-recession era, "WERE BACK BABY" Since my last (1st) post I've drove to Florida and back with two buddies, celebrated Saint Patricks day a few times, and flew to Denver to see a World Cup Qualifier. Through these excursions I had many things I thought about writing, but I cannot remember any of them. So I'm gonna write about some nonsense that I found online that I think is worth typing about.
http://www.digitalspy.com/odd/news/a472668/man-spends-16-hours-up-a-tree-to-avoid-being-deported-pictures.html
Wild Card of the week goes to this animal (no pun intended), apparently this cannon decides that the best way for an illegal immigrant to avoid deportation is to climb a tree and stay for for extended periods of time yelling about how he doesn't want to be deported. The story is quite short and does not offer too much detail on why Montequilla over here is worried about deportation, but I'm pretty sure nobody really noticed this guy or even cared if he was here legal or illegal until he brought the attention on it. Personally illegal immigrants do not really bother me, its another fact of urban life I am used to. With that being said, this guy needs to figure it out. Climbing a tree, staying in the tree, and yelling that you do not want to be deported is a sure fire way to be deported.
I must admit though, I like how the guy is enjoying his time with mother nature I must commend him for the 16 straight hours of standing in a fucking tree. I really do not want to think about how he relieved himself during that time period. Fair play Mr. Tree Climbing Man, I bet you inspired some adolescents in the neighborhood to climb trees and demand more Pokemon cards.
On a more serious note, graduation is around the corner and I couldn't even tell you what is going on. I think I have a cap and gown? I think I walk on the 9th? I think I will pass my classes? I think I will become a teacher? All of this uncertainty is really a confusing time. I usually, never look more than one week into the future, unless I have some concert/sporting that requires careful planning of how I will get drunk/get home. Other than that, I refuse to look forward. That is business as usual for myself. During senior year in high school, I visited two school Eastern and Western Illinois because my parents made me. The truth was I did not want to visit schools because it was a sign of a major change looming large. As I sit here typing this, I realize that a much bigger change is weeks away.
This thing called graduation, I feel, is way too overhyped. People talk about graduating college like you are going off the side of a cliff. I am about as excited to graduate as one would be if they were going to jump off the side of a cliff. I do not know what to expect, nobody does, I guess. I'm a solid 22 years old, but I still feel like a 18 year old whose primary concern is to buy a case a beer with a fake id. I feel like a common soldier the night before a battle or invasion, you have no idea what is going to happen, you have some idea, but little to no reassurance what will play out. I know that I want to teach high school social studies. Will I be teaching 5 years from now or will my main concern be bowling, drinking white Russians, and trying to stop Asian Americans from pissing on my rug? Who knows.
Lastly, for all you kids out there, do not refer to post-graduation life as "The Real World" The Real World is a MTV show that pumps semi brain dead people full of booze and tapes it. Do not kid yourselves short. There was nothing fake about college. No matter what you did, how you acted, what you did/didn't accomplished, the triumphs and tragedies, this was the real life. You could act the way you wanted to act without a care in the world. In my opinion, thats the way it is supposed to be. Always remember, a sandwich is a sandwich, but a manwich is a meal.