I'm still a guy

I never thought out of all the people in the world I would be the one saying "there's a country song about that!" but in this case I just can't help it. As you may or may not know, I go country swing dancing once a week, so I hear my fair share of country music, and Brad Paisley's got a winner here. If you haven't heard his song, I'm still a guy, it's definitely worth a listen hear...
The reason I bring up this particular song, is because I've found that guys now days are pretty pathetic. The traditional roles in relationships are being reversed, so the guys are now the emotional, fragile, and lonley half of the relationship. Now before you get your panties in a wad, ladies, I mean no disrespect by this comment. I merely wish to convey the traditional views and to point out the inherent differences between men and women. The problem with this line of thought though, is that the world is changing. It is becoming harder and harder to define the female race as the emotional one, because men have somehow managed to emasculate themselves.
Now, why do I bring this up? How does it effect me? Directly, it really doesn't. But it's EMBARRASSING!!!! Men, acting like women! That's just not right... I don't anticipate that women will stop liking manly men, but it could happen. Then what will I do?
So to all those men out there who let the women wear the pants: Grow a pair! Quit being such a pantywaist, embrace the testosterone running through your veins and be a man!

Never good enough...

No, I'm not talking about girls, I'm actually talking about myself (I know, that's hard to believe...). I just finished taking a PT test for ROTC which consists of how many pushups you can do in 2 min, situps in 2 min, and a 2 mile run. now, I do ok, I finished my 2 mile run in 2nd place and managed to get 65 pushups and 66 situps, but for some reason, for me that's just not good enough. I never thought of myself as a perfectionist, and for most things I'm not. Take schoolwork for instance, I could car less about alot of it, I'll write a paper in red crayon if I have to. Other areas of my life however I have found that I am quite obsessive about getting everything done right. Working out is one of those areas, no matter what I do, I always want to do better. Sure I ran 2 miles in 14:32, a personal best for me, but I'm still not happy with that. It's too bad really, that I can't be happy with mediocrity... So despite my reasonably good score on my PT test I am currently formulating ways to improve my score and get in better shape. So until I stop feeling like this:
and start feeling more like this:
I plan on pretty much killing myself to get in shape. My own personal goal is to become my own version of leonidis. "Never retreat, never surrender"

Getting old...

I just know that I'm going to be rebuked by everyone over the age of 25 for this post, but since speaking my mind is one of my horribly annoying skills, here it goes. I used to make fun of all my older siblings when they would tell me not to call past 9, because that was when they went beddie bye, but I find myself now turning in earlier and earlier. My standing self imposed curfew this semester has been 10:30. Now while that might not sound incredibly early for some of you fogies, it sounds early to me: a spry young college student running amuck amidst the plethora of college activities and fun seeking peers...
As if going to bed early wasn't bad enough, I have somehow managed to commit social suicide and ceased to function outside of school, work and homework. I still manage to find a few minutes here and there to veg in front of the TV now and then, the key word being 'veg' (veg: to assume a posture where no muscles are utilized and the brain enters a vegetative state.). I recently talked to a former friend who has also commited social suicide, her removal from the social pool is due to her aquirement of a semi-posessive boy toy who now occupies ALL her time. Although she has severed all former social connections, she, at least has a significant other to spend her anti-social time with. I, on the other hand have seen fit to fill my social sobatical with copious amounts of work. I have no witness to my madness, just a variety of textbooks and a never ending list of assignments formulated to waste my time while teaching me absolutely nothing. Isn't school great?
Now I did point out that this was all self imposed, and I will admit to that, but really how much of a choice do I really have? I spend all my active brain power on improving my grades yet still manage to secure 3 C's. Is this because I'm not really as smart as I think I am? Probably. Or it could have something to do with all the asinine assignments systematically designed to drive me out of my mind.
I no longer have any fun, I find it harder and harder to find energy to actually get out and do stuff and I have commited social suicide. If those aren't signs of getting old I don't know what is. I turn 26 in a month and a half. It's not so much the number that bothers me, but the knowledge that the older I get, the more responsibility I get and the less energy and time I'll have to accomplish it all.
As I write this, I am watching the clock get closer and closer to 10:30 and I know that if I don't finish up quick, I'm going to regret it tomorow morning at 5:30 when I get up. Maybe one of these days I'll try and get my life back, but I suppose it'll have to wait till I get out of this hellish nightmare called college. In the meantime I guess I just have to sacrifice my youth and sanity for a few good grades and the hope of a future career in my chosen field. Getting old sucks.