The cure

Hello frequent blog readers.. This is my 7th blog, and so far it is taking off! If this is the first blog you are reading, I advise you to read from the bottom and read them all because from now on, I will be making subtle comments related to past blogs in the hopes of a chuckle or two.

Today was not a good day. No other way to put it! However, seeing as this blog provides answers to every one of life's questions, and anything written in this blog should be strictly abode by, I will not make this any less than what is expected. Tonight, I shall choose to express my feelings on global warming.

As i sit here munching on God's Nutsacks, I ponder what the answer is to the problem of our lovely earth heating up and boiling our bodies in a sea of melted glaciers. In my eyes, there are two different ways we can go about defeating this seemingly inevitable loss of mankind.
1) Stop using gasoline!!! Just STOP! If scientists and inventors can make these crazy things that make life luxurious for us all, then they can make some sort of engine converter that makes water work an engine! Let me put it to you this way... imagine going down the street and hearing a huge truck start up... instead seeing smoke come out of the exahust, you see bubbles in the shape of kangaroos come out.
2) Go back to horse and buggy, with one key difference: Genetically enhanced Stallions! Think about it; scientists could create these horses that can run up to 128.9 mph, only needing to stop for a fill-up of steroids and water every 80 miles. That means you'd be getting 40 miles to a syringe! (get it....like 40 miles to a gallon...yeeeah)

So those are my ideas. Obviously it would take some money to get this accomplished, but I think with our country being so wealthy, out of debt, and being economically stable consistently for the past 75 years, we can do anything we put our little minds to.

Goodnight my faithful readers

Video of the week

MY SISTER

Ok, literally 10 minutes after i wrote that HUGE blog about the depressing side of life, I received a call from my aunt informing me that my sister was proposed to by her boyfriend!! So i guess maybe this cluster is finally ending(if you don't understand that statement, read the previous blog post). congrats sis, you deserve it.

Life for granted

Hello world. Life is really short. You would be lying if you said that you never thought about your inevitable death. We all have done it. As i sit here, I can't help but think about 3 people who I know who have died within the last week, and one amazing women who came pretty darn close. It seems as though bad things happen in clusters, and those clusters happen about 6 months apart.

Let me put it to you this way: My mom had a stroke in April of 2005. During the same time, my grandfather had a heart attack and luckily, both made full recoveries. October 2005 marked another cluster when my aunt was diagnosed with almost every type cancer imaginable, my mom found out she had breast cancer, and my grandpas wife got colon cancer. Unfortunately, this time, only my mom and grandpa's wife made full recoveries; my aunt is still fighting for her life as i type this.

I only am writing about this depressing crap because I had a lousy day and all I could think about was how people around me have it so much worse. It makes me mad at myself when I sit here and complain that my feet or back hurt because at this very second, Mrs. Dreyfus is fighting for her life and my dad's lifetime best friend is laying in a 6 foot grave.

We all take life for granted every day we live. We are all so focused on our goals that we forget about the shit that is going on around us. Perhaps that is how it should be. It makes perfect sense to assume that "God" wants us to life a goal oriented life and not worry solely on the people who don't have it as good, but at the same time it really doesn't hurt to sit down and think about what's going on around you because you never know when you're going to be the one people are feeling sorry for.

Goodnight my faithful readers

Blog Buzz

On the bus ride up to ESM (3.5 freaking hours away), there was this stupid nagging thought that kept coming in my head:Blogging!! There is something about it that gives me a buzz. Perhaps it's the fact that even though I am out going, I keep A LOT of my personal thoughts to myself, and by writing in here, I am giving anyone who wants access into my head a free ticket.

Anyways, 2nd place today. Here is how the top two played out:
Victor: 88.8
Medina: 88.5
WE GOT BEAT BY .3!!!! How lame is that?! Ok to you this might not be as lame but let me put the sequence of events from this day into here so you can see how frustrating this is. Ok here it goes. We get on the bus at 9:30am and head out for ESM. About half way there, the truck pulling the trailer with all of our equipment broke down! How shittty. So for the next 1.52 hours, we say doubled(some triple) to a seat and put all of our drums on the yellow buses. To make matters worse, NYSPC rules state that a competing drumline must compete in at least 2 shows in order to be eligible to compete in championships. This is our second show so we couldn't miss is!

Ok so we get there, and good 'ol Mr. Myhill came and pulled the trailer with his big 4x4, and made it JUST in time for warm up with the rest of the line. You would think this is the end of the story... but you're wrong. Turns out, good 'ol Kline forgot his drum harness. AWESOMEEEEEE. That was quickly fixed when we borrowed ESM's tenor harness. If you know anything about drums, you know that they have to be fitted to each individual's specs...so that took about 15 minute to do...HOWEVER, like all crazy stories go, there is more. As i tightened the lug to one of the support bars, the lug SNAPS. The harness is now useless, but it was time to go on so we had to think on our feet. Luckily, Mr.Clark found another ESM harness to use and we made that work for the show.

All in all, we really came together as a group today though. There was no (well maybe a little) complaining about the crazy situations, and if anything we all can laugh about it now. But as I sit here fulfilling my blog craving, I can't help but think about Mrs. Dreyfus. This amazing woman who has stood by (with her husband) and supported the band program through thick and thin, suffered a brain hemorrhage, and is fighting for her life. I sincerely hope for a fast and full recovery. I leave you-my faithful blog fan base- with a sentimental end to this blog. Please visit this website, and click on "visit a patient page." The login info is:
Login: Dreyfus
Password: 1 wonder woman (leave all spaces in)
Please show your support. Thank you for reading, and check back tomorrow night for more.

$57 and a can of Mt.Dew

As i sat at Erik's house playing cards, I looked down at my Mt.Dew can and had a sickening thought. The part of that can that I put my mouth on has not been sterile since it was manufactured(if it was even sterile then)....that means that the dust gathered during packaging, delivery, and the fat ass fondling it at Tops is now all over your lips (which I'm guessing you will lick sooner or later and it then will be transfered into your body and create some new form of cancer I'm sure).

So I went gambling today at Batavia Downs. Lost $15 playing video poker within the first 20 minutes. Soooo I got up, went to the ATM and got out another $20(Please tell me that doesn't make me sound like a gambling addict) and then, my friends, 'Ol Davey-boy had a change in luck. Ashley and I walked around for a little while and I saw this one lonely slot machine...it was as if time stopped for a brief moment and the machine said "hey asshole, stick money in me and gamble your life away." My crisp 20 slid, oh so gently into the tight crevice, and the machine read 80 credits ($.25 per credit). I always max bet because momma always said, "When playing a progressive, max bet so you win the max prize...you gotta lose big to win big!" And lose big i did. I was down to 25 quarters when all of a sudden a flash occurred! An old man walking by said "YOU'RE WINNING BIG!" (In my head I said "your balls must be reeeeally loose and saggy").

But the old man was right...
When the lights stopped flashing and the dings stopped dinging, there was only 3 numbers i saw in bright red: PLAYER CREDITS: 228.... yup thats right 57 bucks just like that. I quickly texted(or is it just "text"?) my dad to tell him the news. His only response was, "go home a winner, cash out now. DONT BLOW IT"

So when it was all said and done, I was a big fat winner. Oh....on a side note, I saw Charlie Gomez playing a slot machine! I think maybe his whole family came together because one full row was full of Mexicans(but hey it could be just an enormous coincidence because I have read that even if they aren't family, Mexicans will flock to one another.) But seriously, Charlie Gomez!!! What are the odds of that? Anyways, yeah I'm a winner and it feels good. Tomorrow I have a drumline competition which should be a blast, hopefully we make it two weeks in a row in 1st place! Ok bed time, gotta wake up waaay early tomorrow. Hmmm... I should probably finish this Cancer infested can of Mt. Dew first though...

Goodnight my faithful readers

First blog

I always have way too many thoughts going through my head. I feel as though it's unsafe to be thinking so many things and not get them out somehow. Hence, the BLOG. To me, a blog is nothing more than a diary that nosy people can read. I plan on using this blog to let some steam off, and maybe even express a few views i might have. However let me warn you... I will say whatever and i mean WHATEVER I feel like saying on here. My grammar is hardly ever correct, some of my sentences may last 4 paragraphs, and my thoughts may be totally unfinished, but deal with it because I am interesting enough to keep reading. So, I will say this once, and once only.... If you don't like it, or you don't agree with it, feel free to stop reading, or better yet light yourself on fire in the middle of a crowded bus terminal. (but seriously)

For my first ever blog, I think I'll write about M&Ms. In front of me at this very moment, I have a 45.0oz (or 2 lbs 3.0oz) bag of Delicious Milk Chocolate melt in your mouth (not your hand), goodness. There is just something about these little bite size goodies that make me think that each delicious, mouthwatering fingernail sized choco-bit is actually a miniature version of God's nut sack. **Please note: Scientific research has more then proven that God's nut sack is in the shape of a humans head**
Why is it that once i dip my hand into the bag once, I just cannot stop? I feel like an addict. As I sit here and write this, I swear to you that I stop every 20ish seconds and shovel a handful of heaven into my mouth.

So I leave you with that; My first blog. I plan on keeping this for as long as I can, so please stay tuned and enjoy every suspenseful second as you read what is written by someone who could easily be your next mayor, senator, governor, or even....President of the United States of America.

Goodnight my faithful readers