This used to be me on an average trip to the liquor store. (Dont ask me how I get my alchohol)
Me: Oh Ms. Hypnotic, did you miss me? Cause I missed you. Shh...don't cry. Daddy is here. Dont be jealous Hennessey, there's plenty of Alex to go around.
My friends and the clerk: blank stares.
Me: What? Alcohol and I haven't seen each other in 2 weeks.
Anyway, I would browse through the rest of the liquor store, give my buddy Captain Morgan a high five, flirt with the Vodka and then spend some time with the Bacardi family. I would purchase the alcohol and we would party all night long, especially with the hypnotic and hennessey. The three of us could go all night long.
The problem is, as much as I enjoy alcohol, I've read a few articles explaining that drinking at a young age keeps you from retaining new information as you get older because the brain isn't fully developed. Basically, it makes you "dumber" which is why the drinking age is 21. That's part of the reason why I decided to stop drinking; well, at least until I'm 21 or maybe a few years longer than that.
Generally, I'm what you would label as "the nice drunk". Everyone adopts certain personalities under the influence of alcohol and that's usually how I am unless I have something on my mind that I'm not telling anybody; then I become "the emotional drunk". On a few occassions I've done some embarrassing things like confessing my love for my friend's older sister over the phone, or just being a plain idiot (hitting yourself sounds fun when you're drunk but it hurts when you wake up the next morning). I kind of got tired of that so that's the other reason. I also did it because it's just better for your health overall.
In the end, Alcohol and I sat down one day and we decided to take a break. It was kind of hard for her because I was the best man she ever had but sometimes two good things can't always be together. Once in a while I'll have ONE shot or ONE beer but that's only because all my friends drink so it can be difficult at times. Regardless, I've been sober for a month and I've never been happier. Now then...ladies, I'm officially available. Just kidding; I'll see you all later.
-Alex M.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
My Fortress of Solitude
Everyone has that one special place where they go to escape the stresses of their lives. They go to this place to reflect on whatever they want, whether it's school, sports, family, pudding, whatever. For me, that place is the bathroom.
There's always something special about going to this magical place. I sit on the toilet and I take a dump (which to me symbolizes getting rid of all the bad things plaguing your body) and after releasing all that pressure, I feel a sudden sense of relief and comfort. You ever get that feeling after dropping a bombshell? Like, you feel so good that you don't even get off the toilet right away. I sit there for about ten to twenty minutes and reflect on everything going on in my life. You have so much privacy that you can do pretty much whatever you want; no one's going to disturb you. The same applies to me when I take a shower or brush my teeth. I feel a sense of cleanliness and I get the urge to start thinking about life to sort things out.
By the time I step out of the bathroom, I feel like a new person, ready to take on the world again. Guys would probably understand where I'm coming from a bit more. Regardless, I'm sure you all have that one special place where you just like to "get away from it all." As stupid as it sounds the restroom is my place and I'm sure for other guys it might be the same place. I mean, isnt there some famous sculpture of a guy sitting on the toilet in a thinking position? (I think he's called The Thinker). Okay, that's enough for this week. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Peace.
-Alex M.
There's always something special about going to this magical place. I sit on the toilet and I take a dump (which to me symbolizes getting rid of all the bad things plaguing your body) and after releasing all that pressure, I feel a sudden sense of relief and comfort. You ever get that feeling after dropping a bombshell? Like, you feel so good that you don't even get off the toilet right away. I sit there for about ten to twenty minutes and reflect on everything going on in my life. You have so much privacy that you can do pretty much whatever you want; no one's going to disturb you. The same applies to me when I take a shower or brush my teeth. I feel a sense of cleanliness and I get the urge to start thinking about life to sort things out.
By the time I step out of the bathroom, I feel like a new person, ready to take on the world again. Guys would probably understand where I'm coming from a bit more. Regardless, I'm sure you all have that one special place where you just like to "get away from it all." As stupid as it sounds the restroom is my place and I'm sure for other guys it might be the same place. I mean, isnt there some famous sculpture of a guy sitting on the toilet in a thinking position? (I think he's called The Thinker). Okay, that's enough for this week. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Peace.
-Alex M.
Monday, September 15, 2008
A Mother's Love
Every time I ask my mom to make me a sandwich, she complains to me, "Alex you're eighteen years old! Make it yourself!" Well of course I am. I know damn well that I'm perfectly capable of making a sandwich myself; I do it all the time.
I don't know if you guys feel the same way I do, but whenever my mom makes a sandwich for me, it always tastes better. I'm dead serious; food always tastes better if your mom makes it for you. Don't believe me? Make yourself a batch of cookies or something. Then have your mom make the same thing and I bet you her food will taste way better. I have a theory that this is because moms have this special ingredient that they put into food that trumps all ingredients. It's called a Mother's Love and it's got that extra special kick because she made it for you.
Now if you hate your mother's cooking, that's probably because deep down inside your mom wishes every day that you get hit by a bus on your way to class. Either that or she curses out your father once a year on your birthday for attempting to "pull out" instead of wearing a condom. I know, it sounds wrong on so many levels but its the truth. Ask your mom to make you a sandwich right now! GTFO the computer and do it!!!!
-Alex M.
I don't know if you guys feel the same way I do, but whenever my mom makes a sandwich for me, it always tastes better. I'm dead serious; food always tastes better if your mom makes it for you. Don't believe me? Make yourself a batch of cookies or something. Then have your mom make the same thing and I bet you her food will taste way better. I have a theory that this is because moms have this special ingredient that they put into food that trumps all ingredients. It's called a Mother's Love and it's got that extra special kick because she made it for you.
Now if you hate your mother's cooking, that's probably because deep down inside your mom wishes every day that you get hit by a bus on your way to class. Either that or she curses out your father once a year on your birthday for attempting to "pull out" instead of wearing a condom. I know, it sounds wrong on so many levels but its the truth. Ask your mom to make you a sandwich right now! GTFO the computer and do it!!!!
-Alex M.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Identity
Christ! It's so late right now, but I gotta get write this blog. Keep in mind that I'm really tired so I may not be able to express myself very clearly but I'm going to do my best. Here goes...
To me, identity isn't something that can be defined so easily. Honestly, there are a lot of factors involved that make up a person's identity, each varying in different levels of significance. First of all there's your birth certificate. This makes up the most basic part of your identity; your gender, the day you were born and of course, your name. Then there's the many types of identification cards you carry in your wallet or purse; your driver's license, gym membership, club memberships, pictures of you or your loved ones, etc. These things make up pieces and memories of your life.
I think personal choices and the people who influence you make up a strong part of your identity. The type of environment you were raised in or the friends you grew up with have a way of shaping the way you think. Most people who grew up poor or in an abusive home have a tendency to end up like the people who raised them and as sad as that sounds, it's true. I was raised in a stable environment and I had good parents who raised me to be a hard worker. I had two older brothers who taught me how to be a man and make good decisions. Because of them, I've led a good life so far but the personal choices I make can just as easily change all that. My friends like to drink but I've chosen to stop for a while because I feel that it will benefit me health wise in the future; My liver is going to be just fine, and I'm less likely to do something I'll regret under the influence of alcohol. One day, I might snap and harrass someone who disrespected me and I'll end up going to jail for it. From there on out I could be identified as a criminal and people won't view me as a nice guy anymore, but as a violent scumbag. The choices we make everyday make up who we are.
Personality plays an important role too. My friends identify me for my personality. They see a guy on TV doing something crazy and they tell me "Hey Alex that guy reminds me of you." I told my friend Erik about the time I tazered myself for fun and ever since then, whenever I tell him a story about something crazy I did, it doesnt come as a surprise to him anymore because he expects it from me; he identifies me as a nut job.
Well thats pretty much it. Here's my identity: My name is Alex Molinos, I'm eighteen years old, male, brown hair, brown eyes, and dead sexy. I'm an athlete, a writer, a Catholic, a friend, and an overall good guy in the eyes of myself and others. I'm proud of who I am (even if I ask way too much from myself but I'll get into that another time).
-Alex M.
To me, identity isn't something that can be defined so easily. Honestly, there are a lot of factors involved that make up a person's identity, each varying in different levels of significance. First of all there's your birth certificate. This makes up the most basic part of your identity; your gender, the day you were born and of course, your name. Then there's the many types of identification cards you carry in your wallet or purse; your driver's license, gym membership, club memberships, pictures of you or your loved ones, etc. These things make up pieces and memories of your life.
I think personal choices and the people who influence you make up a strong part of your identity. The type of environment you were raised in or the friends you grew up with have a way of shaping the way you think. Most people who grew up poor or in an abusive home have a tendency to end up like the people who raised them and as sad as that sounds, it's true. I was raised in a stable environment and I had good parents who raised me to be a hard worker. I had two older brothers who taught me how to be a man and make good decisions. Because of them, I've led a good life so far but the personal choices I make can just as easily change all that. My friends like to drink but I've chosen to stop for a while because I feel that it will benefit me health wise in the future; My liver is going to be just fine, and I'm less likely to do something I'll regret under the influence of alcohol. One day, I might snap and harrass someone who disrespected me and I'll end up going to jail for it. From there on out I could be identified as a criminal and people won't view me as a nice guy anymore, but as a violent scumbag. The choices we make everyday make up who we are.
Personality plays an important role too. My friends identify me for my personality. They see a guy on TV doing something crazy and they tell me "Hey Alex that guy reminds me of you." I told my friend Erik about the time I tazered myself for fun and ever since then, whenever I tell him a story about something crazy I did, it doesnt come as a surprise to him anymore because he expects it from me; he identifies me as a nut job.
Well thats pretty much it. Here's my identity: My name is Alex Molinos, I'm eighteen years old, male, brown hair, brown eyes, and dead sexy. I'm an athlete, a writer, a Catholic, a friend, and an overall good guy in the eyes of myself and others. I'm proud of who I am (even if I ask way too much from myself but I'll get into that another time).
-Alex M.
Monday, September 8, 2008
What happened to those guys?
I remember one day my friends and I were reminiscing about our childhoods-particularly the TV shows we used to watch. Back in the day, one of my favorite shows had to be Kenan and Kel on Nickelodeon. That show was my sh** back then and looking back now, I miss the hell out of it. I mean yeah, Spongebob was funny and deep down inside I know that whoever is reading this still watches it every now and then, but there was just something special about those two.
It kills me knowing that after they went their separate ways they haven't had the same amount of success they used to have. Yeah, Kenan is doing SNL but it's not as funny as it used to be. Fat Albert? Honestly, I doubt anyone watched that.
Now Kel on the other hand...there was a rumor going around for a while that he died. I was shocked to hear that and thought to myself "Man, that really sucks. He was so funny." Then I found out he wasn't dead after all; he was in Like Mike 2...and in that Eddie Murphy film (Meet Dave) which got some pretty mediocre reviews.
Overall, what I'm trying to say is that Kenan and Kel need to reunite because they need each otther. Those two splitting was like separating peanut butter from jelly; you just don't do that. Kenan and Kel, if you guys ever read this, do another show together. Please. I mean seriously Kel, Like Mike 2? Really? At least that Pepsi commercial you did several years back was pretty funny.
P.S. I dont drink soda anymore but I still have a special spot in my heart for orange soda. (If you saw the show you'd get it.)
-Alex M.
It kills me knowing that after they went their separate ways they haven't had the same amount of success they used to have. Yeah, Kenan is doing SNL but it's not as funny as it used to be. Fat Albert? Honestly, I doubt anyone watched that.
Now Kel on the other hand...there was a rumor going around for a while that he died. I was shocked to hear that and thought to myself "Man, that really sucks. He was so funny." Then I found out he wasn't dead after all; he was in Like Mike 2...and in that Eddie Murphy film (Meet Dave) which got some pretty mediocre reviews.
Overall, what I'm trying to say is that Kenan and Kel need to reunite because they need each otther. Those two splitting was like separating peanut butter from jelly; you just don't do that. Kenan and Kel, if you guys ever read this, do another show together. Please. I mean seriously Kel, Like Mike 2? Really? At least that Pepsi commercial you did several years back was pretty funny.
P.S. I dont drink soda anymore but I still have a special spot in my heart for orange soda. (If you saw the show you'd get it.)
-Alex M.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Going to church is overrated.
I was raised in a pretty religious family and I consider myself to have a good relationship with The Man upstairs but seriously, does it make me a bad Christian if I don't want to go to church on Sunday's anymore? I know you're supposed to go to feel spiritual but these days I just go and I feel unbelievably bored. The environment is so serious and I feel like everyone is just going through the motions when it comes to attending mass (Listen to the priest, sit down, stand up, eat the eucharist, shake hands with other people, pray, and then leave).
Honestly, I'd rather start going to the churches that all the black folks attend. They're at least more enthusiastic. Better yet, I'd rather just stay home on Sundays and watch Joel Osteen preach. Whenever I finish listening to him, I feel like I can cure cancer and save drowning puppies.
Many devoutly religious people would argue that I'm only severing my ties with God by not going to church but I don't think they know what the hell they're talking about. I think as long as you're a nice guy and you take some time out of your day to give thanks for all your blessings, then your relationship with Him would be just fine. After all, isn't that what we learn as Christians from day one?
-Alex M.
Honestly, I'd rather start going to the churches that all the black folks attend. They're at least more enthusiastic. Better yet, I'd rather just stay home on Sundays and watch Joel Osteen preach. Whenever I finish listening to him, I feel like I can cure cancer and save drowning puppies.
Many devoutly religious people would argue that I'm only severing my ties with God by not going to church but I don't think they know what the hell they're talking about. I think as long as you're a nice guy and you take some time out of your day to give thanks for all your blessings, then your relationship with Him would be just fine. After all, isn't that what we learn as Christians from day one?
-Alex M.
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