Fed Up With the Frigid

When the weather outside is indeed frightful, such as the recent below zero temperatures, this greatly affects my daily routine. First off, I take the bus to get to campus instead of walking because I live three blocks away. I already started to get sick, as in a cold, from the first day of below zero temps. Because of this the bus was greatly important to me. So important, in fact, that I missed the bus one day and did not attend school for fear of getting even sicker. Also, obviously, I have to wear a hat and some sort of hand covering. When I need to go to the store or donate plasma, I need to start my car about ten to fifteen minutes prior to leaving because I do not want the engine to crack due to uneven temperature increase. I generally avoid the outdoors at all costs and this inactivity turns me into quite the hermit once the cold strikes. Heck, I don't even like it when it snows or drops below 40 degrees! This makes me very anti-social for about four to six months of the year.

Song Writing

So here I am, supposed to write about a particular song that has meaning to me. I, for one, can not pick any one song in particular because they are all unique and share a place in my heart to strike up different qualities of my emotions. Now because I am a good sport, I will choose one song that brings a tear to my eye yet it also makes me smile. The song I speak of is "Bad to the Bone" by George Thorogood. The song in particular is not what makes me sad, it is the meaning behind it.

When I was younger, my father used to have a side job as a karaoke DJ. He used to sing all the time at home and on occasion I would tag along to a bar or party where he was putting on a show. "Bad to the Bone" was his self made theme song. His name is Brad, so when it came time to perform he would sing this song and replace the word bad with Brad.

My father passed away in October of 2005 and since then I have always had a little bit of sadness creep into me whenever I hear this song. Everything is not all bad because I also think of him and remember all the fun we had while he was around. I am grateful that this song was quite popular in its time and still remains to be played today so I can think back to the good times I had with my dear old dad.

Every once in a while when I actually trek out to a bar where they have karaoke, I will sing this song in his name. I also replace the word bad with Brad to tribute a wonderful man with a great song.

My Most Favorite Place

Running through the years of memories in my mind, from places I have been, concludes that nowhere I have been stands out with any significance. I can say, although this is supposed to be favorite places, is that I despise one place for certain that I have been to. This place is a horrible place of monochromatic concrete slab. The people that inhabit this place are all here for one reason or another by upsetting the system. Dining in this hell, is more off-putting than trying to clean up a mess from a night of blacked-out binge drinking. Sleeping here accounts for restless nights, attributed from a slim pad of foam to rest upon while a bright light shines in your eyes through each second of sleepless misery. If you haven't figured out where my least favorite place on earth is, then I shall tell you now. This place is jail. I highly advise anyone reading this to avoid this place of misery at all costs.