What things are out of the realm of possibilities? By that, I mean what things cannot or certainly won't happen in our lives? The more and more I live, the more and more I realize for myself that almost nothing is out of the realm of possibilities. I say almost nothing, because there are some thing I have no desire to do, for instance become a ( Read more... )

This is what my life has been reduced to. I'm coming to terms with the fact that I obviously have a slight internet addiction, as evidenced by my current location. As mom is home cooking dinner for my brother and sister and their families for Christmas Eve dinner, I sit positioned on Main Street, downtown Morehead in my running car outside a ( Read more... )

Since my last rant about the bounds of political correctness I've gotten a tad lazy about this. I would like to tell you I've set out and waged a one man crusade against liberal opression, but I haven't. I would also like to tell you my beloved Wildcats look on top of their game and waxed the floor with both UNC and IU, but they haven't. I could ( Read more... )

Ok, I've been pushed to the limit with political correctness. I'm sure most of you will agree that I am the least PC person you know, and I've never bought into this movement in these past few years. Why, if our country has always been such a melting pot, have they decided within the last 10 years to neutralize everything that could even have the ( Read more... )

I can't remember which night it was exactly, but its been about 2 weeks ago that I first heard it on the radio. Here we were, about 6 weeks before Christmas and 94.5 was playing Christmas songs. I can't remember ever hearing carols that early in the year, but it didn't entirely surprise me. The fact of life is that Christmas will get earlier ( Read more... )

Someone help me! I'm trapped in Morehead listening to French Cajun Christmas music that I don't understand and my mom is dancing like a Russian in the middle of our living room floor. What the heck is a Christmas Fais Do Do? Someone remind me why I don't come home more often?!

Classes are over for me for Thanksgiving. No more nothing until next week. Or at least late Sunday night. But since I ride with Poorna to campus, I needed to wait on her, because her classes aren't cancelled like mine were. Chalk it up to the major. Anyway, while I was trying to kill my four hours, I decided to go nestle myself into a cozy ( Read more... )

Yet another installment of "Patrick is getting old because..."

I know I'm getting old because musicians today are sampling songs and beats that used to be popular when I was younger. I keep hearing these songs on the radio and think its going to be "Big Poppa" or "Ready or Not" by the Fugees, but alas, they're just new songs.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you were like, "this can't really be happening to me"? But in a good way, you know? Almost like its too good to be true. Or a moment where you are just immensely happy just to be alive? Joe and I talked alot about that this past summer on our trip. We would occasionally stop to "take stock" of our ( Read more... )

#1- This has to be the fear of someone breaking into my house. This has been my fear as long as I can remember. I think it stems from too much Unsolved Mysteries and Rescue 911.