It's Been A-While!

I haven't blogged in quite a while, and I felt like a smoker who couldn't have a cigarette for a whole day. It's about 9:45 on Thursday, August 14. I am cuddled up in my computer chair listen to Peter Bjorn and John's song, "Young Folks." I have lots to talk about this time, probably a week's worth of stuff. Last time I blogged was a couple days before leaving for vacation. August 6th through August 9th, I journeyed up into the beaches of Ogunquit, Maine.This has been a tradition for at least 10 years now, and we have no desire to end it. There are three main families that attend: Our family, which is my mother, my father, my brother (18) and I. Our second cousins, Steve and Antoinette are the parents, and they have two kids, Steven (23), and Marc (15). The last family is a family from Minnesota, and they are Vinnie and Kathy the parents, with their children Kristen (25), David (23), and Nick (19), however Kristen and her husband weren't able to come this year. This year, it rained 2 out of the 4 days we were there, but somehow it was the best vacation i've ever had. This year the 5 of us guys were the most comfortable around each other becuase we found out that some of us, smoked marijuana. Now I don't but I have a problem being around it, but it's my decision not to directly inhale the fumes of w33d. Everyone else besides me decided to take their hits.. every night. When I look back on it now, it actually made me go from funny to extremely hilarious on the fun scale, because everything I made them have fits of laughter. It's devastating that this vacation only lasts 4 days, because all five of us most likely had a non stop laugh going from Wednesday to Saturday. Ogunquit is known for it's beautiful town, not for it's waters. This year the water was a solid 62 degrees, and that is the warmest it's ever been. But, when the air temperature is only 65 degrees, the water seems below zero. Nick, Marc, Carmen, and I were the brave souls of the group and decided to make a run into the water. We figured if we ran as fast as we can into it, we wouldn't feel it.. dumb idea. They all stood around the water waiting to see who was going to take their life first. At the point, the only words in my head were, "Go big, or go home!" I sprinted as fast as I can, hoping to trick the water. I got my feet in, and about a second later, I took a dive underwater.. OUCH. It felt as if mother nature slapped me a thousand times from head to toe with a block of ice. As I emerged from the water, or we can call it ICE, I felt mildly retarted from how cold it was. Do you know those corny movies where a person is having that crying speech when they are half dead? Their mouth is barely moving and their eyes are half shut. That is probably what I looked at the time, because I thought my insides were going to deteriorate. At that time, everyone was making their run into the water, and I forgot about the freezing because their faces were absolutely priceless. We stayed in for a whole 10 minutes, and then we started worrying about what we were going to feel when we got out. As we reached our little campsight on the beach, we thought we were going to crumble into little pieces. To me, these are memories, ones where you can look back and laugh at yourselves. I don't think memories are where you say, "Hey remember that time I was blacked out drunk... Wait, what did I do again?" Nothing will ever take Maine away from us, because we don't see much of eachother. However, I know this trip is going to be my favorite for years.

Today's Thoughts

So today, was a sunday and it was like any other normal sunday. I woke up at around 9 30, which is sort of late, but I had a late night last night. I went to Starbucks coffee shop this morning with my parents for a nice latte, and arived home roughly around 11 30. Around 12 00, my brother showed up and we talked for a few minutes. He is a going to be a freshman in college at UCONN, so he is your typical college-bound boy. He's a very smart kid, but some decisions he makes aren't always the best ones. Last night he had one of the thirty graduation parties for one of his best friends, and there was alcohol there, like usual. I asked him if he drank, and he said yes... Now, I am a straight edge kid, but it's not becuase I am scared of alcohol or drugs, it is just that I choose not to. If you ask a moderate or even constant drinker why they drink, they most likely will respond with, "Because it's fun", or "Everyone else does it." Now, I don't drink because I don't see the point in taking a chance of losing control of your body. I just don't see how alcohol is so great, when all it does is make you sick and/or makes you do things uncontrolable. People drink to have fun, and I am able to have just as much fun, sober. Another thing is, when people drink, they turn into something they're not, and the decisions they make resort from the alcohol. So if you make a wrong decision, you won't be able to put it on yourself because you weren't yourself at the time. Most people like to blame their decisions on the alcohol, but it all resorts back to yourself in the long run. I'm just saying that the point of alcohol is just dumb, because it's pathetic if you need to resort to a substance to have fun. If you think about it, is the fun you are having real? Or is it just a spur of the moment because of something that changes your state of mind...

The First Blog..

Well, this is my first time ever "blogging." I'm new to this whole idea, so cut me a break if I do something wrong. The reason I feel I should have a blog is because I'm tired of trying to explain myself to people on other networks such as myspace and facebook. Kids my age, which is around 16, are always judging and trying to show my views allows their narrow-minds to look past what I have to say. So I decided to create this blog to have people who are able to take an idea from someone else and really think about it. Well I guess I have to explain myself to everyone: I go by Julian, I live in the United States of America, and am 100% Italian. My ancestors are from a small town in Italy called Pontelandolfo, which is in the southern part of the "boot." My interest and hobbies include all of which follow: skateboarding, snowboarding, athletics, art, photography, filming and editing, and enjoying architecture. I work as a pantry chef in a restaurant called La Tavola. I'm down to earth, so people say, but I really don't know what that means. Stick around, I'll try to have many interesting subjects to discuss..