I broke a girls heart after a year and a half. A year and a half later, that girl needs a new heart. Made of plastic not muscle. I need a triple irony bypass STAT.
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I broke a girls heart after a year and a half. A year and a half later, that girl needs a new heart. Made of plastic not muscle. I need a triple irony bypass STAT.
C. Bentley (Me) - Life.
Workout Day 1
In an ironic and motivational way, today I started dedicating myself to getting fit. Not just fit; fit-fit. To kill some time and to wait for my friend, I went boarding in the parking garage right next to the gym. {I have only worked out for real maybe 2-3x in my life} I boarded around about 6-7 times and on the last round I hit a patch of gravel on the roof that sent my body tumbling forward with that damn thing called inertia and momentum to slap me in the face. I high-fived the pavement with both hands and was caught red handed in doing so. "Pain is only temporary." I tell myself. My right hand is fucked up pretty badly. My left hand will live. I peel the gravel-stained loose skin off and get any debris out of my hands and skate down to my car. I then drive from said garage to my buddies' house and play House, M.D. It wasn't lupus; I'm cured. Lesson learned: Do a barrel role you dumbass. Your hands weren't made for the ground.
Ouch. Where's E.T. When you need him? Oh that's right. All locked up behind governmental bars like the rest of the good shit. Use wrist guards when boarding, kids.
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May1.2012
This is my first blog.
Ever.
So this is kind of a big deal for me. Where do i start?
"I was born a baby...." no no no
Let's FF to me, right now.
Age:22 / Sex: Male / Located in the great state of Texas.
I'm passionate about my words, movies, my ideas, music, and the idea of sharing ideas. I had a normal childhood. Better than most probably. I'm not an ass-hat, okay. I'm stating a fact, not bragging. Middle-upper class, white, mom and dad married for 28 years etc. etc. I've been in and out of what past me thought was "love" for the past 10 years.
I've always kept to myself. I'm social yet I find most company unappealing or lack-luster. It's a simple combination of knowing what you're looking for in life, wanting to learn more from others, and not giving a fuck.
I am a hopeless-romantic. I will say that. I fight my battles with rhetoric, fire, and words. I believe in violence when necessary; which is rare if ever.
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Fast forward to April 29th and one would learn that I had to face the unfortunate and awkward situation of being stood up; for the first time ever. Not only was I stood up but I caught said female perpetrator red-handed and in her own web of lies.... yeah, ugly.
(Self-Disclaimer): I am a Communications and Social Media Major
Lying to me is nearly impossible. It's both a gift and burden.
BACK TO THE STORY! So in hindsight, I gathered that I should thank the Ice Queen for her frosty blow. I realized that I would have rather wanted to face the music than accompany a "half-hearted" effort on her part.... if that.
This "social rejection" inoculated me to the idea that I could continue with this streak of confidence instead of letting it bog me down.
So, on May 1st, I asked an older woman out. Age gap is 4+ years. Which might not sound like anything to any of you. But hey, who's writing the story?
It was an act so out of my character that I called my little brother and filled him in on my strange behavior.
A new chapter ends. A new chapter begins.
{Thanks for reading.... turn the page...}
This first blog of mine, It's going to take some time.
-C.Bentley (Me)