So Longfellow.

This morning John and I said goodbye to 247 Longfellow Street. We left far too much trash for the people picking it up, we probably made way too much noise cleaning up, we laughed, I cried a little, and in the end I attempted to paint a door...unsuccessfully. Through the experience, I realized a few things about moving:

First of all, I have acquired way too much junk over the past two years. I think I threw away/donated a full car load's worth of stuff to charities and the dumpster.

Second, I don't think I will move again until I find the lady who is stuck with me for the rest of her life. Then that is a worthy move

Third, moving (in general) sucks.

Fourth, contrary to popular belief, wood floors are not comfortable.

In the end Longfellow will always have a special place in my heart. It was the longest I stayed somewhere since living in Hazleton. The house took a thing or two from me...mainly though, it took my dignity. The house brought us Matthew Shoulders and beer pong on a door. It brought Brian singing in his boxers, and great neighbors who liked to paint their home odd colors.

Now, while all those are great, Longfellow most of all gave me a home and a family. So while I'm looking forward to the new experience of living with four girls, I would be remiss to say that a part of me isn't wishing I still called 247 "home."

My new experience will mark the first time I am actually living downtown/in a place where the cab driver is not pissed he has to take me home for the first time in 7 years. I hope this also means that friends will be more likely to visit. It just makes sense.

So, so Long-Fellow...thanks for the memories. I'll miss you.

Fall of the Irish

This season was supposed to be something special. The Irish were supposed to rise from the ashes, wake up the echoes, and return to glory. Like the former head coach said, "At Notre Dame, 9-3 is not good enough" Well Charlie, I bet you are eating those words now.

For how much talent this team has with Clausen and Tate, they just couldn't get the defense to make it all work. The real travesty isn't that they lost so many close, but rather that there were so many close calls.

With Charlie gone, and most likely Jimmy and Golden gone as well...it doesn't look like the Irish will be rising anytime soon.

Also, to not go to a bowl game...thats just stupid on all accounts. Get your million dollar check, pay off Charlie, and get some practice. Suck it up, and win one for the Gipper...or the fans that continually sell out your stadium.

Elation

Ballgame over...World Series over....Yankees win...theeeeeeeeeeeeeee Yankees win!!!

Nearly a decade later....the trophy is where it was always meant to be.

Interview Process

So I have been listening to a lot of talk radio lately and have decided that I do indeed love talk radio. No, I do not listen to the Rush Limbaugh talk radio...that would drive me nuts, sorry Ray.

I also have decided that my job yields me the amazing opportunity to talk to random people on the phone regarding a montage of ideas, points of view, and perspectives. These two points have inspired me to do a new bit for my blog. I'm thinking about doing random interviews with my friends...sort of in a talk show format that is video taped. I don't know if it would be funny, but I think it is worth a shot.

Also, how funny would it be to be a talk show host...I mean, minus the monologue, I think I can ask some good questions....also I think I have the hair to do the trick.

World Series

I just wanted to thank the good Lord for making me a Yankee fan.

4 more.

Urban Danced

Homecoming. Aside from Christmas, this is probably my favorite day of the year. For some, this event marks a return to happy times. A return to college, and random hookups. A return to the Trailer Park, and to the Pryz.

For me, homecoming marks the anniversary of the greatest college party in the history of CUA. Thank you Tina and Rudy. It is a time when I get to see old acquaintances, catch up at the Times, and see the Urban Dance Team.

Sure, it may be a bunch of white girls from Jersey, but you know what...those girls have moves. It is the highlight of the football game for David, and one of the many great events of HoCo. So get ready to Tanto Jump on it, make the sound a Cardinal Makes, and most importantly to come Home once again.

Tree vs Shadow

Abraham Lincoln once said, "Perhaps a man's character was like a tree, and his reputation like its shadow; the shadow is what we think of it, the tree is the real thing."

How often do we have this shadow over us that protects us from being genuine with others? So many times we say or do things because of the perception that we want other people to have.

I think sometimes its hard to show people the real you. Will they like me? How should I act around this person? I admit, it's difficult to face the fear that you might get chopped down. But is it worth it to pretend to be something your not. Be comfortable with who you are. Laugh, cry, speak your mind. Don't worry about the future, or what people's opinion of you is. Work on you first, the rest will fall into place. Character is a funny thing. We learn it over time. Build your character, and the reputation will follow. O and for the record, the people that you really care about...they like you for you.