Hello and good evening ladies and gentlemen. A friend said something to me this evening that not only brought a thought to my mind but also snowballed a towing wave of memories and ideas. “That was over two years ago Moon,” he said as we were taking about past memories and times we had with friends and colleagues. I realized that it’s time to move on. Not only from this little town called Davis, but from everything else. As I stood there talking to my friend, I looked at the long line of bar going patrons and realized, at that age, would I be doing the same thing? trying to be young when i really am not? It is in my hopes that i do not become one of those people. Now I am not saying that I am old. Hell I’m only 23, ripeful age to still go partying and having wild nights till the cows come and all that jazz. But lately I been feeling the urge to slow down. Tonight, all by myself, I strolled through the Davis streets, looking for a quiet place to sit and read my new novels I had just purchased.  And throughout my travels, my steps, I saw something. It wasn’t romance, it wasn’t love, and it wasn’t a chance for sex, it was a companion. Someone that someone can depend on and have fun with without there being hurt feelings, past feelings, or awkwardness. A companion, a person I can turn to and would be always willing to spend time with me, make me laugh, cry and just plain smile. But I digress more on that in a later wriitng.

I want to talk about something thats been on my mind as of late, and it is the idea of running away from your problems. People hate conflict, I do and I know many others that run from their problems by coming to me for advice about them. I am no remedy, no cure-all, no magical herb that makes people forget. No they’re drugs for that if you want to take the cheap way out of reality. Running away from the city you are in because of the people who are there, the memories that it holds. More importantly, abandoning the people who create those memories in a wink of an idea like they would forget who you are if you stop talking to them, like they never existed. Fear is what causes all of this, fear and the inability to move on. I am a person who lives for the past, that is why I have so many pictures, movies, trinkets, coats, clothes. I am the father of all packrats because I cling to memories like a person with a terminal disease clings to life. But I think its about time to pack that stuff up, I think its time to move on and stop living in the past meaning past loves, past deaths, past incidences and most important past regrets. So tomorrow my fellow readers which I am not even sure I have…I am packing all of it up and looking forward towards the future of things. Hello and good morning to you all, tomorrow is a new day.

Haro, my wonderful fans I am back with somewhat of a strange topic to talk…well technically to write about. And yes you’ve guessed it, the topic is sex. With my head cleared of clutter from a nice night run and testosterone coursing through my veins, I can say i think about this topic alot. Not because I am a guy and apparently my penis determines my destiny and my decision making, No it is because I have plenty of friends would sleep around more often than they go to the dentist or change the oil in their car. To them sex is nothing but a tool, an experience to gain pleasure from. Yes sex is great and all, but when it only lasts 30 minutes to 1hr tops that could be equivalent to say, a movie watched with close friends drunk, or a 1/5 of night dancing and hanging out with friends, it could be an hour of hardcore gaming with a person from Minnesota and pwning the motherfucker till he logs off. My point being is sex without love is just meaningless sex… Let me break it down for you. I’ve have sex without love before and I’ve have sex with the intention of telling that person I love them, and you know what is more satisfying? The sex with love. Some might disagree, but let me tell you this, when I bust a nut or she shakes and shivers and it is over in 20 minutes to 30 minutes or sometimes less, what do people that do sex without love do, fuck I went to the kitchen and got something to eat, and went on like I just masturbated inside of a warm patch of skin, its fucking retarded and ridiculous at the same time, yet some of my friends find it fulfilling. Others use sex, I must sadly to say, as a way to make them feel attractive. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had friends that are girls, mostly, that fucked every new person they met just so they could prove that they were attractive enough to get any man. There has to be another word for sad because it is just not cutting it.

Look eceryone I am a college student like most of the people that should be reading this blog, not for younger eyes plz, and I understand that there are points where we get so busy that sex without love is fine and you know thats fine and all. I still do it and some people in my life also do it as well. The point I am trying to make is there is a different between making love with a person and having sex with a person, and in all truth, I am tried of fucking everything with a boob, butt, vagina and face, I am sick of waking up next to a person I have no personal interest in except getting my rocks off. I am sick of people using me as a tool to get over their boyfriends or want a quick lay. What I challenge to the people who read this blog of mine is go out and find someone who you can truely connect with and then you know what you will have the best sex of your life. I did once but then like an idiot I fucked it up. Anyway i think that is enough for now, Hello and goodnight..

Haro my millions and millions of imaginary readers, the fact that I imagine I have readers makes it easier for me to actually type stuff that is worth possibly reading, maybe….Ehh whatever. Well I must say its been a tough couple of weeks with incoming midterms and finals just around the corner. I been reading and reading and studying and more reading by myself because that pretty much what my life has come down to. I was graced by fortune that one of my best friends came back into town and I hung out with him for awhile. But besides that life has been pretty dull, been hanging with a bunch of old friends, old romances, old pets, well not really the old pets but just a lot of blasts from the past. It interesting, this idea of social interaction and how we can interpret wrong sometimes. i was talking to a friend of mine about her interaction with her male friends and I think she was absolutely correct about her assessment about certain situations. It all depends how you perceive the situation that causes mishaps and misinterpretations. So with that in mind I have to apologize to one of my best buddies who is currently in medschool but is a pimpin mac daddy over there with the ladies. LOL. laugh from the gut…I envy him in some ways but I am content with the way life is going on right now and couldn’t really ask for more. You play the game, you win some and you lose some and right now my team is with equal points with the competitors and  I am fine with that.  ::chuckles:: Any ways an early blog so I can get back to studying and cooking for some people that are over. So to you good fans of mine… Hello and Good Night

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Hello and good morning good blog reader, this is Moon. Surprising I feel the best time to write is during the early hours of the morning when everyone is peacefully sleeping away waiting for a new day. Too bad insomnia and being a maniac hypochondriac tends too keep me wide away during these hours of the day. Today I am here to write about a simple realization that occurs once in every two alcoholic beverages or to the point where your face gets that numb feeling but you can still remember where you are. That realization my blog readers and numerous fans meaning probably no one is the idea of love. Yeah yeah i know cheese topic… but lend a listening ear please to what I am about to blog. Over the past years I have loved and lost, well technically not loved many but loved one and lost many. Love is a hard thing to replicate, its a hard thing to be for sure you have when you have, with whom you are having it with. I, myself, find it hard to love for I never find the right person for me, but that is just me as a person… an emotionally unattached person. I realized something, though. How can a person with no history of a successful relationship give advice to people who are in love now… or believe they are in love. And the answer is I can’t. Recently, I been remembering nostalgic times where I was actually passionate about something and it makes me sad that over the years I lost it to pessimism and feeling that it was ok to be lost and forgotten in a crowd. I think the day my heart got broken was the day i stop really caring for things, caring for me and my future, and I became disoriented. I always told myself that concentrate on your career and think about your future, but then why am I still dating people? Why am I giving a false hope to people that want to be or want to try something with me? And I know why…I wanted to feel that passion again, I wanted to regain something I lost a long time ago and in hopes of doing so I would find a girl that would be able to do that for me. But is that silly? Is that being to naive and immature? Like a fairy tale will work backwards and I will find my princess charming? and after all this time of thinking and moping over the answer, the answer I finally came up with is yes it is silly. Love is for some, I know because I see all around me people holding hands, kissing cutely in the quad, calling each other and hugging so deeply the warmth is felt by those around them, that love and I realized that I can never be like one of those people. People say I am a nice guy and they wonder why I don’t have a girlfriend and the reason isn’t because I am a pimp who enjoys sex, its not because I haven’t found the right girl, its because I can’t be something I am not because I am too set in my ways as a person. I maybe called the nicest guy in the world, but it is true what they say with a little bit of altercation to the statement, ” Nice guys finish last, because nice guys can’t care for just one person.” and that is the sad truth. It is my truth and unless I find someone that can understand that….I will always be one. Hello and good morning.

So the story so far as we know it… the main character has taken a liking to a girl, the weather and seasons are changing, the main character has gotten off a week of amazing hell and is feeling the after maths of escaping from the hellish week. The main character is a boy… young, ignorant simple minded but enjoys life. He uses sarcasm to the point where it even annoys the fuck out of himself sometimes. He uses the sarcasm as a tool to cut through all the bullshit and all the crap that goes on in the world on a daily basis to make the people around him smile as well as himself. Of course who goes through life being so serious? WHY SO serious? I guess the boy, always joking and playing around never really prioritized what was important and what he wanted until this girl came into his life. The boy thinks of things and faces things that he kept deep within himself, feeling that no one would understand his madness, his strangeness and his undoubtablely crude sense of humor. But anyways enough of this emo shit.

I do want to rant about one thing before i sink into another emo hole where i comb my hair to the left side of my face and wear dark ass make up…. that is the ability to avoid their problems instead of taking them head on. I realize this when i was studying with a friend and all she talked about was getting high this, getting high for that, etc etc. She is not a chronic pot smoker which doesn’t piss me off, but it makes me think about ppl who use drugs, recreational drugs to run away from their problems. Honestly, we say we are mentally strong people who live in our society when in actually we are the biggest chicken shits in the world. Don’t get me wrong, people that use drugs to relieve physical pain is fine, it’s the ones that use it everyday that really get on my nerves. The one’s that have nothing to be sad about, or worried about, the ones that are given everything and yet turn into these arrogant pricks of people who are dumber than the dog shit they stepped on in the park. Those are the people should get slapped repeatedly with a big brown floppy rotting deer carcass. Vivid huh? Sigh… i think i should stop while i am ahead I am writing this blog entry purely on frustration and anger towards life… which is the gayest reason to write a blog anyways Hello and goodnight.

Haro Everyone…This entry is going to be a serious one so sorry if you were expecting something a little more on the lighter side of things. This entry is about what is important in life. People, meaning me and others in my life are so concerned with the technicalities and tidbits of life that they do not see the larger picture. We are always concerned about the next steps in our lives that we really never have time to smell the flowers, as my dad always use to tell me. My father, a great man in my eyes, was a keen example of a person who never stopped and smelled the roses in his prime, leaving behind precious memories and lost opportunities of some of the more monumental moments of other’s lives.  As much as I respect my father I would never want to be like him, always engrossed with his job that he loved, but missing out of the good times in his family’s life.  I dunno i need to finish this later….

OHAYO! Hello hello again my favorite people in the world. People that have the time and the sheer will to read my rambles. Well thats to say people actually READ my blog…which I am not completely sure I do have a fan base at all…probably not.Hello you people out there in realities of your own, I have this message for you and for you alone. Take the initiative to tell a girl you like that you like them before its too late!! and don’t do it half-assily yes i doubt that is a word but deal with it. Too many times and too many opportunities have passed where me, myself and i have lost the opportunity to tell a girl that I like them. Unfortunately for me sometimes I make it too blantly obvious that I just end up embarressing myself and forgeting about the entirety of the situation. The funny thing is this… I am sure you all have noticed by now that people you have no interest in persuing, you have an easier time talking to them versus people that you want to pursue? Like we have to impress the people we want to pursue with flashy phrases and quick wit when in actuality it seems like we are faking it. I have realized that i have done my fair share of this stupid shit and I am ashamed of myself. FOR SHAME FOOOOOORRRRR SHAMMMMEEE!!!!. So starting sometime next week when i can finally think straight I will try to the best of my ability to just be myself when speaking to a girl i have an attraction too. But knowing me I will just resort back to my retarded, shy self, sigh….Hello and good afternoon.

yes if you read that heading it is pretty accurate to what time this article was posted. It is freakin 6am well 5:56am but don’t look at the technicalities on the time, I am studying with some friends in the 24 hour room and i swear the walls and my general perception of the room is RIDICULOUSLY obscure….I MEAN RIDICULOUSLY…..wait wait if that didn’t make an impression maybe RIDONKULOUS will absolutely RIDONKULOUS….anyways thats all. hello and goodmorning.

Ciaossu, Hello all my fans and readers out there which i am beginning to believe there are none….but anyways here is another late night Moon RANT WOO HOO YEAH……woot. So this is something that I noticed alot and probably have noticed this too. As a disclaimer I am not aiming this rant towards anyone I know so if people are like “well he is probably talking about blank or blank blank, YOU ARE COMPLETELY WRONG!!” This is just a concept not a specific. So here is something I noticed…have you noticed that when you have a woman and a man that are friends, one of them eventually likes the other at some point and time, but either person just becomes a “good friend” that the other person can fall back on to talk to? This is not saying that i don’t do that as well, there are girls that I heard like me but I only see them as friends. But man this situation happens WAYYY too often, these girls or guys talk about how their relationship sucks and complain and bitches to their closes opposite sex friend who clearly CLEARLY possibly has feelings for them, but still supports them. I think the biggest dagger to the heart is when that person says “oh you are a great FRIEND,” with the emphasis on friend man that word echoes in you like a fart does in European Chapel. But I know I am wrong to say that in every situation this occurs, where one of the two people likes the other but can’t be with them due to ::spooky voice:: UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES WOOOOOOO… but whatever it happens sheeettttt, deal with it…HELLO and goodnight.