God Damn Pennsylvania

There are a few things that need to be said about the state of Pennsylvania. The first one is for the drivers of PA. If we are passing someone in the left lane of the highway just be somewhat patient. All PA drivers automatically assume we aren't going to move over and will pass you on the right. I don't have a big problem with this except for one thing. Everyone of you wait for the worst possible times to pass. An example would be when we have our turn signal on turning into the other lane, and you decide right then and there is a good time to pass. Almost always sending us into the median and rolling our car. The other thing is on the highways it would be nice for a speed limit sign more than every 15 miles. Just a heads up would be nice so we aren't moving at mach god damn 3 when its a 45.

Siblings

So, I came home today to the wonderful Yan (Penn Yan, NY). Just a normal visit home saying hello to the rents and hanging with some friends, but I got talking with my Mom and one of my good friends Karl Fleming tonight. We talked about pretty much everything. What we need for our apartment this coming year and the gossip my mom needed to tell us. We got onto the topic of my sister and I and how we get along really well. This got me thinking about the best memory I have with my sister Amanda, and I realized it was a battle of epic proportions. When we were younger and still living in our old house in Branchport we got in a bit of a verbal disagreement. She said something or I said something either way I ended up tapping her lightly with a wooden spoon. She may say that it was a lot harder, but shes lying. So after this light tap her reaction was to get a pot lid as defense. Thinking this was a good idea I proceeded to do the same. This led to a fury of wooden spoon sword fighting and the clang of metal. Sadly, my sister out fought me into a den we had that led to our front porch. I looked around and the only way out of this situation was out the door and onto the porch. As I got out of the door my sister cornered me. Cackling like some crazed homeless women. I thought I was doomed, til I saw my redemption. The tongs to the grill, the perfect utensil weapon. I grabbed it and fought back valiantly while my Mom screamed, and my Dad laughed. Finally the battle came to an end. Neither She or I won it was a draw. We looked at each other with an icy cold stare. Then laughed.

BRAAAAIIIINNNSS!!!

I was just looking up at all the books that I have above my desk and I realized something. Out of the 23 books up there, 8 books are about zombies. The saddest part in all of this is that the most worn in copy of any of these books is The Zombie Survival Guide. The binding is all creased and starting to separate from the pages. The cover is dirty and ripped. Whats this saying about me? I'll tell you what. I'm going to be god damn prepared for the zombie apocalypse. I know what you are going to say "Oh Zach, zombies aren't real you're so funny!". My reply will be punching you straight in the baby maker. The reason is when scientist fuck something up I'm going to be ready, and being prepared for all situations is the only thing that matters. CHURCH SON! COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE! Haha.

Scar Tissue

If You Have To Ask I Could Die For You.
This Is The Place Naked In The Rain.
Transcending Don't Forget Me.
Falling Into Grace.
C'mon Girl Torture Me.
Hey Strip My Mind.
Knock Me Down Soul To Squeeze.
I Found Out Shallow Be Thy Name.
If You Want Me To Stay Venice Queen.
Nevermind.

Take a Minute

So here I sit thinking about drowning in an endless sea of pussy. Fucking my way to the bitter end. Just speed ball my way to hell while smoking that sweet sweet Mary Jane. Living everyday as fast and as hard are you can. Is that a way to live? Like some glammed up 80s rock star? Some may say that there can be nothing better than that high you feel. Running wild, doing whatever and whoever at will. In my opinion there is something exponentially better than that. Its elegant, deep, and unreal. Its something simple, yet complex simultaneously. Its Love. I'm not talking about that mushy fairy tale love that makes a good catholic girl wet. I'm talking about the love for slowing down and just realizing where you are. The love for the simple things in the world that are perfect. There's no better feeling than waking up as the sun peaks the skyline while birds sing, and fog blankets the ground. Just soaking up how flawless that moment is, and loving every nanosecond. Slow down, breathe, and love the utopia you're standing in. Remember that feeling and try to spread it too everyone you can.

The Shawshank

Today I realized I watch The Shawshank Redemption way to much. I can almost quote the whole movie. Its pretty sad that the two movies that I know so well are this and Star Wars episode IV: The Empire Strikes Back. Go geekiness all the god damn way. Then again The Shawshank Redemption isn't really that geeky. I was trying to reason with myself why I watch it so much. All I can come up with is that Morgan Freeman should narrate my life. Just for fun though like if I got a bad test grade or some other bullshit just have Morgan Freeman slip in there. Saying "I wish I could tell you Zachary fought the good fight, but college is no fairy tale world. Only the strong willed can survive this hellish place". Pretty sure I would shit myself I would be so happy, haha. Also, a side note. How awesome would it be to have Christopher Walken be the voice in a GPS. Think about it. Hahaha.

Endless Summer

Do you remember when you where a kid and the summers seemed to last forever? Every day felt like a month and the sun slowly crept down the horizon. I remember the last day of school before summer when I was little. It was the most painful thing to wait for. All day it was lets hand back this, here is your project that's been on the wall for three months. Yet, the only thing I cared about was the sweet sweet feeling of immortality for three months. I know why it was so hard for me to get past that last day as a kid. It was because I had the greatest summers. My grandparents owned a Marina on Keuka Lake where I would spend all of my time. All day it was fishing, swimming, running around, tubing and jet ski rides. These weren't even the best parts about it though, because every summer I would get to spend a whole week with Mihran Erkiletian. Him and I met when we were barely in kindergarten, in a sandbox under an apricot tree. A simple stroke of luck that I was walking by with my grandma and she told to to play with him. Its been great memories ever since. I remember the best part about him coming down was the free reign we had between the Marina and his lake house. We could run from one yard to the next never being told to slow down or to watch out. We would fish anywhere we wanted and laugh til we cried. Everyone knew us, and whenever Mihran was down we were inseparable. We would run around with the sun on our backs feeling invincible to the world. Everything is and was better with good company, and I can honestly say those were and will be the endless summers i remember.

Why...

So this totally cool chick I was having a conversation with tonight made me realize...I want to write at least something down once in awhile. I've always wanted to try and be a writer but i chose a different path in my life. Do I regret it? Not at all. Do I always love it? Hell no. I know I have horrible grammar and I'm also one of the worst writers in the sense of organization, but I could care less. I know I have some decent ideas stuck in my mind and I figured I'll try and get them out somewhere. That somewhere being here, and hopefully someone to read them. That someone being you.