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She's a Hard 10....

So Friday afternoon I went to see "She's Out of My League", which I will say was pretty damn funny, for having practically an entire cast of nobodys. It's a great movie, with a good story, good acting, and well down comedy without overdoing it with too many of the same jokes or fart gags.

The best thing about the movie though is the idea of the grading system, while they don't get into great detail about how the points work, you get enough of an idea to make up your own deductions and additions. Immediately following the movie me and my roommate Rob began to rate ex girlfriends and our other friends. The one major rule of thumb is that no matter what your points are, you can't date out of your two point curve, so if you are a 7 you can't date a 10 cause they are out of your league, and you shouldn't date a 4 cause then you are slumming and frankly why would you want too!?! So, after careful consideration and complete hetero opinion , I decided I'm about a 7, getting bonuses for being a nice guy and being funny as hell, but also getting deductions for driving a shitbox and poor. Which in my opinion is perfectly fine... I don't think I'd ever date a 10 if I had the chance... I'd hate to constantly be looked at with that What the hell is she doing with him look. I'm a pretty confident guy and don't care what other people think of me, but it's a lot of pressure to put on a relationship. Even though in the movie everything works out, like they always do in Hollywood scripts, in the real world I'd be happy with a 7 too, and anything higher is an added bonus.

But it's funny that I saw this movie the same night as meeting this girl. I went out downtown with Rob, which is something we never do, to meet this news-reporter girl that he's got it bad for, the fact that she is locally famous I will omit her real name and call her April O'Neil. Well we get down to this awesome bar, I've never been to, and she is there with her girlfriends and these douche bag Canadians who are on spring break, but who are apparently in the "shipping Business with Conchita Bananas". I'm pretty good at spotting Bullshit, and it was knee deep in the room. So anyway, me and rob sit with the group at the opposite end of the table as everyone, and we watch these guys pull out all the obvious moves. The switching up who they are talking to as to ensure all the girls in the group that they are "safe guys". The smooth back caress, the subtle hints of how long they are in town, and so on. They failed to acknowledge the two guy friends at the table with as much as an introduction, which was an obvious red flag to all the girls what the guys were looking for.

So anyway back to the point, so America's Hat guys leave empty handed and we start talking to April and her friend, we'll call her May. Both girls have been drinking a lot but May is really drunk, so we all go for a walk to check out this build that May is turning into a shop. This girl apparently doesn't get out very much and is having a grand old time, but is talking non-stop, asking me all kinds of questions... I thought I was on some sort of trivia game show or something. But I'm being my usual self, entertaining and funny, and witty, and charming. I'll give her a drunk rating of about a 7, because she was feeling good and looking like she earned it. On a good day though this girl is probably an easy 8 with a possibility of more. So after about an hour of playing crossfire in a haunted building, we decide May is way to drunk to drive home, so we work something out, so that I'm gonna drive her and her car back to her place while rob follows us. She's not exactly OK with this at first because A) she's drunk, B) she doesn't really know us, although she got my life story out of me in about 90 min... and yet still couldn't remember my name after asking me 4 times, and C) she's kind of sheltered and is skiddish of things like that, and made us promise multiple times not to rape her. So, I'm driving this girl home and she's still shooting out questions, and has to hold my hand the entire time cause she's scared to let me drive her car, but apparently not scared enough to allow me both hands to drive with. So as we are pulling up to her house, she tells me that she thinks I'm cute and that I should call her and ask her out on a date. But at the same time, follows that with..."I don't usually date guys like you... I like Football players. Big Muscular guys. But your cute and funny, so that's cool." Wow, a girl really knows how to boost a guys ego... Needless to say she gave me her number and I'll have to call her and ask her out... but I thought it Ironic that I just saw a movie about this....

But she's within my point range so we'll see.... 152 days and counting....

Just when you think you get started...

So it was day one of my blog writing, and I turn on my computer and my monitor is not getting a signal. Well, I left my window open last night and it apparently rained. While everything else was just fine, a little sprinkle came through the blinds, but nothing ruin... except the DVI to HDMI connector which is weird because it's complete in cased. It's interesting how fragile somethings are while others are not. So, I went out to good old Best Buy and bought myself a new chord for 30 bucks... Ugh! I guess I'm just lucky it's wasn't my computer or my TV that got messed up.

Barring anymore problems I'll keep trucking on... 153 days and counting...

The End of the Beginning is the Beginning of the End...

I guess this is just a little intro to the blog "Counting Down to 30". For those of you who are meeting me for the first time, My name is Taylor and I am drastically approaching 30. But for those of you who already know I say "Hello!"

Now I know most people are gonna say that so what you are turning 30, no big deal. And frankly sure it's really no big deal, but it scares the shit out me. I'm not your normal 29 yr old guy. I spent the better part of my 20's in college studying anything and everything. And yet 11 years later I've received a degree which is a huge accomplishment for me, and I am very proud of it as well. However, after changing my degree and life plans many times, I am the proud owner of a piece of paper that in bold Old English font says Bachelors in Liberal Studies. Which for those of you who don't know, basically says they let me pile everything into and just get out of school. Sure I have my minors, but after this economy tanked right around graduation, my degree is basically useless.

Given that, everything I ever planned to have accomplished by the age of 30 have sunk to the ocean floor with whatever childhood dreams and fantasies I use to have in tow. I Have no wife, no kids, I'm driving the same car I've been driving since I started college (which is on it's last leg), I have no career and after 11 years in college still kind a have no clue what I want to do for one, Hell I don't even really have a job since I chose to do something I love over some mediocre $8/hr job that I had to drive 45 minutes to. So basically, with 30 creeping ever so closer, I'm back at square one.

Let me state that I don't know if anyone will actually read this Blog, or even for that matter truely care if people do. I'm sure my family will humor themselves at my expense and read along, but this is meant more for me. I'm choosing to do this to record the last stretch of my 20's and to get back into writing on a daily basis.

As a forewarning to all who reads this, This blog may be boring at times while at others very exciting and fun. It may make you cry and it may make you laugh, fuck it might just make you laugh out loud at times, and not that LOL laughing that people type in insinuate laughing, but actually laugh out loud, a chuckle or even milk out the nostrils, so be careful while reading in a public place. If I know you, chances are you will be mentioned in a post or two, or all if I either am around you all the time or dislike you enough to just make fun of you non-stop. I may or may not make up fake names to protect the innocent, or if I can't remember your name. I will probably talk badly about plenty of people places and things, but I will probably I also talk good about them as well. I will fall in and out of love at least once a week, maybe more. Despite my minor in Creative writing, I will probably never use correct grammar or punctuation or spelling, but I will try to post something everyday, even if it's just a dumb basic "Hello this is my post". But I want to try to write interesting things everyday. I don't know when I will write them, so if you are one of the few that actually read this, don't expect them all at 11:37am every morning... I'm not the newspaper and I'm never on time. I will apologize to everyone in advance if I offend anybody or make people mad, but this is my life and if you are apart of it feel privileged or jump off a bridge your choice. And lastly, by all means if you want to comment or feel the need to express your views or opinions about what I'm talking about... or even an idea about something I can write about please do... I'm all ears... or eyes since I will be reading it. But just remember this is my blog and everything must go through me before it's published in the comments, so don't be smart asses Rob, Strange, Eric, Clinton, Lee, Dave, Wes, and the rest of my heathen friends.

So is the end of the beginning the beginning of the end, or is it just simply the beginning of the beginning? I guess only time will tell.... 154 days and counting...