Do you want to do something you suck at? No.

What am I not doing right now? Studying. Oh well. I would rather be self-absorbed and write about something pertaining to me and add to my blog. Is it just me or do you have to be somewhat (or a lot) self-absorbed to have your own blog and assume that what you have to say is interesting or entertaining enough that people will waste their time reading it because you are wasting your time writing it? Just a thought. So there is another quality to add to my list of personal traits: self-absorbed.
As an accessory to this trait is my habit to not participate in activities that I am not reasonably good at. I am unsure as to why, but maybe it is my aversion to looking like an idiot (I still fail at this multiple times a day) or maybe the thought of failure is just unacceptable; the latter I do not think is true because I still choose to stay in business school as an accounting major and I suck. Anyways, this habit is one that I have identified on multiple occasions when people have asked me to bowl, play pool, basketball or even throw a football. None of these activities are fun to me. When I bowl apparently I think that you are suppose to leave as many pins standing as possible and that bowling in the gutter is not such a bad thing. Also I have this perception that bowling is somewhat white trash. I mean let's be completely honest and not pretend that we have not seen the copious amounts of men with mullets and cutoff muscle shirts accompanied by women with armband tattoos and are worse for wear and tear. I honestly feel as though I have walked into a meth-heads dream the moment I enter any bowling alley and gag on the smell of stale cigarette stench that is usually the companion of those who barely have a tooth left in their head. Ok, one more for the list: snob. The same perceptions apply to playing pool. I suck at it and it is white trash. I would like to insert a snide remark about these people also bathing in Miller Lite, however it is my one white trash tendency to drink Miller Lite and I will refrain from indicting myself or aligning them as my contemporaries.
I wish I had something funny to say about why I do not play basketball or football but I am at a loss. Maybe it is because the idea of being pushed and shoved or tackled is just not fun to me. Also, it is more an issue of whether or not you get caught doing something that is not allowed by a ref and everyone knows that they have a tendency to not make the right calls. It's like asking the retarded kid that works at McDonalds to leave off the pickles. It never happens. (Please don't send me emails about how not PC that is. I dont care).
Things I like to do: swim. That is about it. I get my own lane where no one can touch me and that's it. Although there is the occasion that when I work out the fat, old man wearing the speedo asks to split my lane. Uh no. Completely unacceptable. When they say "split," they mean they will swim down the middle appearing to drown and I will be tossed to and throw in the wake they somehow create without even moving through the water.
This post didn't really help me accomplish my goal of appearing to be kind and caring... looks like you are getting to know me quite well. Live life.

Enchante.

Here I am and once again I am neglecting my stutodial duties (responsibilities relating to being a student; I make words up as I please) to write this blog. Inspired by the numerous friends who have started one of these this is my first post and will be my attempt to introduce myself as a kind and caring person with depth beyond measure: Hi. My name is Anthony. Done.
Ok, so that may have been lame so let me be more descriptive. My name is Anthony and I am sarcastic, mean and apathetic... sadly these are some of my more endearing qualities and this will become more apparent as we spend more time together. I can be a confusing person because I am a walking, breathing contradiction whose ideas and words corroborate one anther. Confused? The preceding statement doesn't make sense and I live my life assuming things never will but will enjoy it to it's fullest none the less. I enjoy being self-depreicating because it is my lame attempt at humility and a bad joke at the same time. I can laugh at my own expense and have the expectation that the people around me will allow me the same courtesy at theirs as well. I will laugh harder at my own jokes than anyone in the room and believe it is only fair because why should I not be able to enjoy my humor as much, if not more, than everyone else? I think I am hilarious and deserve my own TV show. I mentioned that I am humble, right?
Really I am not all that I say I am above but I am a mix of good and bad and will allow the more undesirable qualities to mask the others, but I am funny; that I will not allow to be dismissed by anyone. So let's get this straight. My name is Anthony and I am kind and mean, quiet and loud, confident and shy. In the right situation I am debonaire and well spoken and in others, maybe not so much. Like anyone else I have my beliefs and tend to disregard facts and ideas that are contradictory to them as a means to avoid the uncomfortable thought that I am wrong. I will apologize in advance for writing something offensive but if you are offended maybe I am making you think and it's nothing that actually warrants me to do so.
I wish I could speak French fluently, tumble and do back flips and solve issues relating to how people argue and view ideas that are not congruent with their own... is it really that upsetting that someone doesn't agree with you? I am an only son and brother and I am an uncle, cousin, nephew, grandson and have recently adopted the role of godfather (my favorite yet). I am conflicted with the responsibilities and expectations of myself to live and attain goals that are practical as opposed to maybe hitting the road and chasing the sun. Music isn't my life but it makes it better. I say, "fuck my life" almost everyday and "I want my life back," when my life isn't horrible and I've never lost it but wouldn't mind it reverting back to no bills or responsibilities. I despise that Katy Perry song about being a campfire or internal combustion engine or whatever. It talks about something that is explosive or flammable. I mean really? I hate things that are trite. It's just irritating. The list of things I dislike is pretty long so maybe I'll introduce them slowly as situations merit them to fruition.
I guess I can consider myself a hesitant writer and frustrated musician of sorts. I am not sure as to what direction this blog will take but maybe it will be a conglomerate of things I've written and will write. So this is my blog and I'm going with it.  Live life. Enchante.