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Again with the not blogging and the excuses

State of the Union of the Blog(ger)

Well, I didn't blog for a while because of various reasons that will be briefly addressed later in this post, but a lot of it is my own laziness. I don't know exactly how far I have to backtrack, so I will pick up at the end of the last academic year. 

This summer was a fun one filled with a lot of bro time, ok, all bro time. I spent countless nights in the man shed filling my body with nicotine, tar, and some of the sweetest music ever made. I went on a sick road trip that should definitely have been documented here....but honestly, it was just too hot. Nobody likes a sweaty keyboard. All in all, the summer was one of growth and I found out a lot about who my friends are and how important they are and will continue to be.

Then I went back to school and things got real hairy. First semester this year was rough guys; it was scary and sad, and awesome, and tiresome. Some highlights include:

- My first C ever in a class, ever

-My development of feelings for a young lady, and for what may be another first for me, I handled it like a normal person should. It didn't really work out...but it couldn't have. Her and I are still cool.....as evidenced by this post not being a scathing tirade on how she's a whore, tease, terrible person, etc.

- My longest stretch of not being with any HS friends. That one was taxing, really, but I made it through and grew from it. Also, this semester saw the gradual loss of one particular friend to THC. He will probably read this, and probably get a bit upset from me not talking to him first. But to be real frank, I dont know what to say bro. I miss you, but I can't expect you to change for me...so...we'll talk abotu it sometime man if you'd like.

- A fall break trip that I don't really remember. The best kind.

-I got so tired (physically and emotionally) by the end of it that my mom was noticeably scared for my well being. I'm not proud of what I turned into, but I cant promise that I wont become that zombie again. We shall see.

So there you have it, thats a quick rundown of what went down between the months of August and December 2009. If you have any further questions, leave them in the comments.....I'll def address them later.

Now for the present

I have decided to finally get back to writing because I have finally gotten to a place where I think my writing will consist of more than just the saddest bleakest whine any of you have ever had the misfortune of seeing. A lot of that is due to Pharmacy School. I have spent the last year or so of my life constantly worrying and being afraid about what the outcome of my application would be. I let it consume a lot of my life and I'm certainly not proud of that, however; I know a lot of us pre-pharm kids went through some rough times and internalizing everything was just the best way I could deal with things. As it stands now, I have been wait-listed by the School of Pharmacy and they would like to wait and see my spring grades. Sure, I would have rather gotten and acceptance and then gone on the requisite three-day celebratory binge, however; what I did get out of it was a sense of peace that I haven,t had since day one of Kesling's chemistry class freshman year. I feel like its not a great exaggeration to say that Pharm School is the most important thing in my life and has been for the better part of the last decade, but I'm finally at a place where that importance isn't encroaching on my happiness. At least tonight it isnt.

To all those who know me, it should be fairly apparent that I'm hyper-social and require a lot of "friends" to be able to get along every day. That may be a weakness, but it's worked out for me pretty well thus far. That said, I think I finally have found a friend here at Campbell that  trust and appreciate at the same level as several of my closer Goldsboro/HS friends. Having a friend here has already helped me out tremendously, and it helps that he's far more intelligent and mature than I. He convinced me not to light a bottle rocket on our front yard last week, so I think he's a keeper.

Girls

For a brief brief moment I considered posting one of those "open applications for possible girlfriends" on here, but even I'm not lame enough to think that one of those sappy cries for love is becoming of oneself. That said, I'm still waiting for the right young lady to happen across my path and go to a show with me and put up with my arrogant ass long enough for me to fall in love. This portion of the post is more of a chance for me to affirm to myself that I'm not losing hope or anything like that. All indication are that I'm not.....I'm 19 and have no reason to feel like I need to do anything other than just chill mad hard and let her show up. I might start worrying when I'm say...20...but that's sooooo far away right?

Also, music is quickly becoming more important than appearance to me, although I'm not sure one can really ever edge the other completely out. Should I be scared? This also means that any of you who are just dying to hit on me should check out the next portion of the post for tips and tricks. Best of luck.

Music

I'm from Goldsboro, NC. This fact is important here only because it adds to the question of why it took me so long to realize that I was raised in a geographical region that has spawned every good bit of music ever made. Maybe I wasnt mature enough, perhaps my ears were too far up my own ass and I thought that anything remotely "country" couldnt be of any worth. O how wrong I was.

Ryan Adams grabbed hold of me in October, specifically the last day of October as I drove back to CU from Greenville. On that day, I drove in the rain and finally felt the music as it should be. Lucky for me, I was just a sad guy at the time. Not as sad as Ryan Adams was when he Recorded his magnum opus Heartbreaker, but just sad enough for it to do its job. That album was the only thing I could here from October to December and it served as the soundtrack to my darkening outlook. The thing you have to remember about music like that, however, is that you can only wallow in the misery of it all for so long. Luckily, I can look back and say that it was a phase and that I came out of it for the better, but I'll be damned if I'm not thankful for any emotional slump that convinced me to appreciate the work of guys who spent their formative years in the small-town south. Anything from Ryan Adams, to Mandolin Orange, to the Avetts and American Aquarium and so forth is music for the soul. As a reviewer on pitchfork.com said, "it's not the kind of music that tickles your cerebral cortex. It's music to feel"

I've gone through a lot of musical changes since graduation. I had my Beatles phase, accepted the fact that the writers of Rolling Stone have their jobs for a reason, regretted ever thinking Forever the Sickest Kids were worth anything, and dove face first into alt-country and blues and the like. I'm constantly searching for new stuff still, but I beg of you, if you have anything that you think would excite me, just let me know. I'll listen to anything once...hell, I respect Lady Gaga, so obviously I cant take my ears too seriously.      Also, Nickleback is terrible....if you can defend them with any amount of success, you can have my hat. 

Shows I'll hopefully be seeing this semester: Manchester Orchestra, American Aquarium, Copeland, The Low Anthem.  (the XX is already sold out, shucks)

Onward 

Everyone can expect more consistent blogging from me in the coming weeks. I got a lot of stuff already that I'd like to throw out there, but that is of course subject to influence by current events. As always, I welcome any and all contributions that you, the readers, may have . If you wanna call me out, question me, ask for clarification, provoke, encourage, or deride me, feel free to do so publicly in the comments.

Drew ate the trackball off his blackberry,

Carl Teachey

O hey, I have blog?....no way

We (read: I) suck

One of my rules for the blog was to update regularly. I have failed at that misserably. However, I also asked that you guys put a figurative boot to my ass and keep me updating. So we both screwed up. It's ok, we can work it out....maybe some counseling...therapy....we can even try couples' tae-bo. The point is, I'll try to be better guys. Fin.

School

I finished freshman year. I was expecting to be able to look back and write some long post about all the crazy things that happened to me this year, my growth, friends made, etc. The problem is that the year flew by at a speed possibly higher than that of Mr. Mayer's train. Given that there were a handful of nights that I have a physiological excuse to not remember, that is by no means the reason for mt complete disbelief at how quickly the days went. First semester was cool. In two weeks, I acclimated myself to my new world and from then on I just held on. Second semester was much the same. The point is, I feel that this will become the pattern of my life and the lives of my peers. Now it seems foreboding and sad; however, I think it's just scary because it's foreign. Soon enough it wont seem strange at all to me that I am not only forced to change my habits and lifestyle but do so with relative ease. By no means do I think the world is asking me(us) to detach ourselves and become emotional nomads, but a complete person MUST be willing to embrace drastic changes. Having been raised in one spot for my entire life, it was harder for me to accept this than most. I'm chalking it up to accetped now though....so....I grew up a bit...sweet.

Pharmacy school is scary. I apply soon. I won my pre-pharm election; that was cool. That's all I really wanna say about pharmacy school right now. Yea.

Music

Well well, and here I am, with a million things to say. I could talk about a ton of stuff, including the thought thats been bouncing around in my noggin to make this blog more exclusively musical. BUT, I think im just gonna talk about the best show I've ever seen.

Wait...what's that? ..youre gonna save it for later? Nice tactic Carl.

Hey, thanks!

Uptown Girls may very well be the creepiest movie I've ever seen,

Carl Teachey

The Cry

You need not be adorned in the beauty of this world.

I require no locks of gold nor a slender silhoutette 

I ask not that you lie with me satisfying merely lust

Or walk with me as you would have any man before

Rather, I beg that you come bearing that melody

The elusive harmony that, out of the rest in all the world, exists to fulfill my own meager tune

Through note and chord, song and hum, wind yourself around my heartstrings

Step into my ever longing ear, imprinting my limbic with your memory

Begging, love, I ask you to travel with haste

For what is one soul to do when it longs to compose the melody of love

To flesh out the measures and feel the dynamics therein

Take your steps, love, be they half or whole, toward me

Find me as I try, as always, to pour myself out in waves 

And just as the tide rolls in, you too shall follow the waves to their source

Find me

And there we will sing

SB09MB - Pt.2

This post brought to you by P. Mariann Dandison:

Today I am sitting on a floral sofa in a semi-beautiful house a few hundred yards from the beach.  Last Saturday we loaded a weeks supply of beautifully colored bottles and hundreds of cans of tasty deliciousness and left campus in hopes of enjoying our first college spring break. So far we have only had one noise complaint and a knock-on-the-door-scare at 12:30 AM; luckily it was nothing more than a not so intelligent "friend" who obviously did not understand the anxiety this entire trip has brought to some. Coming into this trip I didn't know everyone who was joining me for my first real spring break experience, but these newbies, if you will, have now seen me at my worst and best. This week has brought many new experiences, and a multitude of one liners that will forever be hilarious. I'm way too ADD to write anymore, so bye. 

P.S I'm a goose.

Proprietor's note: 

The above post, written by a dear friend, marks th first guest contribution to my blog. I welcome such contributions with open arms. If anyone would like to put some writings up on the ole Depository, just let me know.

Do birds get herpes....cuz mammals sure do,

Carl Teachey

Spring Break '09 - Myrtle Beach

Morning 1 - Update

I learned how to play baseball last night - Thank You Dan Ott.

I gave some sick tats last night - Thank You Lauren Gatrell and Nathan Mead

Shout outs : The Surfside Beach Realty, Fireworks, and Ermal Cleon Fraze (inventor of the aluminum drink can)

This place...is DEAD!,

Carl Teachey

KIllin Time in DC with the King of Blues

"She's like a Queen Bee. She'll ruin the honey.

You think she wants your stinger....

She just wants your money."

                                                  -Gino Matteo - "Queen Bee"