2007 is the Year of the Awesome

Alright, I’ve been doing this whole blogging thing for about a month now. Those who read occasionally should by now be relatively familiar/comfortable with my style of writing. I’ve been generally happy with the way things have been going so far; I write more for me than for you. At this point you are probably asking “What the hell does this have to do with awesomeness, because this surely isn’t awesome!” This is where you, my friends, come into play.

I want to create a list of approximately ten to twenty reasons why 2007 is going to be awesome. I have a few suggestions which I have listed below, but what I want most is feedback from people that read, so I am going to post this and in another week post it again with the list of awesomeness. Help me by e-mailing your suggestions to nicholas.sunseri@gmail.com. I will keep everything anonymous.

Anything can make 2007 awesome, whether it is a specific sports team winning something, somebody having a baby, graduating, finally realizing your gf/bf is a douche, politics, a new job, moving, old friends, new enemies, getting married (or divorced), finally moved out of your parents. As you can see, the list can clearly contain anything your little heart can think up, so get those keyboards cracking and send me a few thoughts.

Am I really doin’ the do?

*Beginning Note*

Most of my posts are at least mildly humorous, I generally enjoy writing things that make me laugh, but as I stated in my first post, sometimes I just need to type out what I’m thinking. If you aren’t interested in reading this, I apologize for wasting your time; please check back later this week (I already have about 3 posts started).

I lie in my room at 10:00pm on this comfortable Sunday night, relaxing after an awesome weekend filled with eating and boozing. As I listen to Rascal Flatts’ rendition of “Life is a Highway” I got to thinking about my own life. For those of you that know me well, you know that I have been extremely fortunate in my life; I have an amazing family, the best group of friends that anyone could ask for (even though they are scattered from Buffalo (which sucks) down to Florida, I have a really great job and just moved into an awesome new apartment. My life is pretty awesome right now; but once again, those that know me well will also know that I’m never satisfied with where I’m at or what I’m doing. I get bored very easily and find it difficult to stick with anything for an extended period of time. I am also a very big dreamer who hopes to accomplish more than ever imaginable. I think that is what this rant is mostly about, trying to determine what in my life I am actually passionate enough about to maintain an unquenchable determination and drive for perfection.

At this point, this could go one of two ways. 1) As I originally intended I could discuss my dreams (however unimaginable they are) and write about all of the various things I want to accomplish within my lifetime, or 2) I could lie here and discuss where I want to be in 1, 5 or 10 years, discuss where I want my life and career to progress too and basically “what I want to be when I grow up”.

I just returned from taking a fifteen minute break to drink a glass of water and finish a Playboy article I started earlier this afternoon in hopes that I could clear my mind. Ironically enough the story that I read was about a man who was newly single and free to start completely over. With that in mind I figure I should follow that pattern and discuss what I want to accomplish. Most of these things need to explanation. This is an ongoing list of things that I want to do and/or accomplish within my lifetime. As I stated earlier, a lot of these are ridiculous, but I’d rather dream too big than not dream at all.

In absolutely no particular order… Before I die I want to visit all seven continents, learn a second language, earn a higher degree, learn to play a musical instrument, go to all the worlds biggest parties (Mardi Gras, Oktoberfest, Carnival, Running of the bulls, etc…), hang glide over the Swiss Alps, open a restaurant, get a tattoo, Climb Mount Kilimanjaro, backpack through Europe and stay in Hostels, write a book, make a movie, work for a non-profit, visit all 50 states, make a positive difference in someone’s life, invent something, run a marathon, complete a triathlon, grow a beard, save a life, start a foundation, tour with a band, steal something priceless, be on TV, be on the radio, perfect my bbq sauce, own a dog, motivate a group of people, visit a volcano, win an election, attend all big sporting events (superbowl, world series, basketball finals, final four, BCS championship, Stanley Cup, etc..) be perfect at something, ride a bull, build something awesome, fix a car, go ice fishing, try all extreme sports (bungee jumping, parasailing, rock climbing, skydiving, etc…) brew my own beer, sing to an audience, throw out the first pitch of any baseball game, sleep on a park bench over night, help a stranger on the side of the road.

There are roughly 40 items on this list, I’ve already accomplished probably 10 – 15 additional things that I did not include on this list. Believe me, there are more things, and I will update this list on a weekly basis but it is now 11:30 and I need to be up by 6:00am. I hope you all enjoy the list and it motivates you to create your own.

Death to Esteban!?

Your first question should be, “Who is Esteban?” shortly followed up with “Why would anyone want to kill him?” Well, I have the answers to all your questions but before I begin let me give you a brief summary of how Esteban came into this world.

Ever since I can remember I have been average sized. Dating back to my middle school years I remember never really sticking out as far as my weight was concerned. One day back in the late 90's as I was on my way home from our completely awesome under 21 dance club (Club Zoo) I realized that I had something rather large and uncomfortable hanging from the place where my stomach used to be. (At that current time I was drunk but it was off of parent’s liquor.) I had yet to even drink any beer in my life but yet I was already developing my signature trademark.

Now here I am, probably 9 years since I had my first taste of that intoxicating brew. Something inside of me has grown into quite a monster whose name is Esteban. He has quadrupled in size since I first started drinking and it doesn't look like there is an end in site. Some days after a few cold ones I look down and realize my feet have been swallowed by the black hole of belly fat. As I have mentioned in previous posts I try and go to the gym on a normal basis but results do not ensue. I experience chronic back pain, I haven’t seen my dick in years, I think Esteban cheated on me (he know appears to be pregnant himself). My stomach is on pace to have its own gravitational pull, as there are times I find myself being sucked into a Burger King or Wendy’s like a giant magnet. These are all part of the reason why Esteban must die.

I figure there are a few different strategies directed towards his ultimate demise. I could eat healthy (watching my portions), drink only water and exercise regularly. I could also move to Ethiopia and be one with the Pygmies; chances are they would eat me alive before I got off the plane (but the good news would be I’d probably save the entire country) Another option would be to quit eating altogether; that would ultimately be the end of fast food establishments as we all have come to love today. I would put them all out of business if I quit eating there. (Except McDonalds, Ronald is actually one of Satan’s children – look closely at him next chance you get). My last option, and probably the most reasonable include heavy tranquilizers, a sharp and pointed bladed object, a suction cup and a vacuum. (It would be best to get me after a long day/night of boozing. That is when Esteban is at his peak)

So there you have it, Esteban has got to go, I don’t care where or with who, but somebody needs to take him off my hands, or stomach for that matter.