Stu Scott has a wandering eye and I have a wandering mind...

To keep myself from going insane before the Pats/Jets Monday night game, I figured I would write another blog no one reads. I just can't sit in front of my tv any longer and hear Stu Scott tell me that Mark Sanchez needs to play well tonight for the Jets to win and same goes for the Patriots defense. So let me get this straight Stu and all of ESPN...

If the Jets score, they win BUT...

if the Patriots keep the Jets from scoring, they win?? MIND EXPLOSION!

Over the weekend, I got a few people tell me they actually read my blog. First I told them that they need to get a girlfriend because no one should have time to read my boring blog, then I told them I need a girlfriend because I shouldn't have this much time during the day to be thinking about my blog. Anyways, I appreciate the feedback. I will continue to blog about absolutely nothing.

Like I said before, I lack the ability to focus on one thing so I will just keep up with my quick thoughts, kind of like the comedian Steven Wright but not as funny.

Ready. GO.

I bought the Michael Jackson The Experience dance game. I don't own the Wii. However, I do carry it with me in case the house I am at has the Wii. I wish it came out before Halloween because I definately would have dressed up as MJ and went trick or dancing.

Are the Patriots on tonight? They play football on Mondays?

I heard Scott Zolak say on the radio today the following statement...

'Look for Tom Brady to throw to Welker and Branch tonight.' NO JOKE. Thanks Zolak, I thought he would try and look for Vincent Brisby and Hart Lee Dykes instead. You mean he is going to try and throw to the 2 starting wide receivers.

I had an interview for a promotion at work on Friday. It took 2 hours. When I was done, I was ready to ask for a happy ending. Thankfully, the last song I heard before I entered my interview was 'Firework' by Katy Perry. Everytime I was told 'that was a really good answer', I sang the chorus in my head. 'BABY YOU'RE A FIRREEEEEWORK!!'...Just another reason as to why we should be allowed to play music during certain times throughout the day. Sometimes music makes the moment more than it really is. Kind of like the volleyball scene from TopGun. Watch that scene on mute, then watch that scene with the volume and try to tell me that 'Playin with the Boys' doesn't make that scene. EPIC. And that totally makes zero sense to my original point, I just wanted to think about Tom Cruise on the beach in jeans.

I have realized that I let everyone know that I like alot of songs I shouldn't like as a heterosexual male....for instance 'Firework' by Katy Perry. So I would like to take this moment to say that I like boobs and big butts. Girls are fantastic.....but seriously, Firework is one of hell of an inspirational song. Makes me feel like I have long flowing hair, pecs, triceps, and can do anything I put my mind to......like walk through a petting zoo without peeing my pants.

I just made the mistake of clicking on 'PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOW' on Facebook. I think the page is still loading......it made me wonder why am I not friends with all these people on Facebook??? I know them all! Did I do something to every single of them? Am I going to explode into a cloud of dust because this many people I know are not Facebook friends with me? Am I a bad person for not friending them? I am going to have to update my Christmas list. This is absurd.

Every single one of the Cigarette sales reps are women, really hot women. But I bet they smoke or dip, so that makes them instantly unattractive to me. Just sayin'.

Did anyone see Ben Rothelisberger's broken nose last night? The thing was pointing at his ear. What is worse than a broken nose? Like what would you not want to break? I am going to go with dislocated knee cap or elbow. And don't say penis.....grow up.

There needs to be more theme house parties. I went to an Ugly Xmas sweater party over the weekend. It was hilarious. I suggest we have a Jean Tuxedo party in like Febuary. Who wants to host it!? I call stonewash!

I have realized 2 things about my building. It smells great around 430pm because all the people in here are 78+ yrs old and eat dinner super early. Sunday mornings my hallway smells like eggbeaters and bacon because old people love their Sunday breakfast. And I love the smell of bacon, it works out well.

I see Bill Guerin retired from the NHL today. I have a Bill Guerin story. Everyone has a Bill Guerin story right? You don't? LOSERS.

It was my freshman year of college. I was in my Intro to Church class at Assumption. My professor was Sister Ellen Guerin aka the Dean of Students. She asked for all of us to write our name, where we were from and one question we had about the Church. It could be anything. Kids asked is there really wine in that goblet to do you believe in Heaven or Hell? I, of course, asked are you related to Bill Guerin, the current NHL player? Come to find out, it was her nephew! And here I am thinking I was being funny. EGG ON MY FACE!

Look, a bird.....what time is it? I'm hungry? Did you say something?

Because I do not have one specific thing to write about, I figured I will just go all potpourri on your asses.

I am not a real big fan of Thanksgiving. I am not really as to why, I just don't feel it like it I used to. Maybe its because I have to work the next day or maybe its because I don't eat like everyone else. My eating habits are atrocious. I will literally make a plate of food, eat half of it, let it sit for an hour and nap, eat more of it, let it sit, and then finish the rest of the plate. Then I get pissed at everyone who had like fifths and I only had one plate of food. My mind knows it is only 1 meal, but my stomach treats it like 3. I can devour McDonald's in one sitting, but a tremendous home cooked meal like a turkey dinner will take me the entire Wheel of Fortune/Jeopardy block to finish. Something needs to change. I guess I am just a guy who likes St Patricks Day where all you do is drink. I like beer...alot lately.

Everyone once in awhile something will blow my mind. And when something blows my mind, my general reaction is 'COOL'. But when something REALLY REALLY blows my mind, I can't stop thinking about it and I want to know how that person can do that! Well, when I was on the T a couple weeks ago, before the 2 people were necking in front of me, I was on the red line. A girl walked onto the T, fresh out of work, and sat down directly across from me. After I played the 'would ya? how many beers?' in my head, I put my head down because I hate making eye contact by accident with people. SO AWKWARD! I picked my head up and watch the girl pull her compact mirror out and start to check herself out. She then pulled out that pencil thingy to draw on her face. I was hoping she was going to draw whiskers, but instead she pulled her eyelid down and started drawing under her eye. Then the T started to move and she kept drawing right near her eye ball. Then the T picked up speed, and so did she! Then the T ride started to get bumpy and she just kept that pointy pencil right by her eyeballs! I was cringing. I felt like I was watching an scene in one of the SAW movies. You know what is going to happen, but you hope it doesn't happen, but you keep watching even though you hate blood and will faint at the sight of it. I kept pulling my buddy's pant leg to make sure he saw what I was seeing. I was just waiting for the T to hit the right bump, the girl's hand to slip and have this pencil just go directly into one of her eyeballs. Needless to say, this girl applied make-up the entire 15 min T ride. She never missed a spot, mismarked herself, didn't hit a major artery or anything. And she did it all with this tiny little compact mirror. It blew my mind. Girls are amazing. RESPECT.

I was at Jillian's in Worcester on Saturday. NSYNC's 'ITS GONNA BE ME' came on. My first thought was 'FUCK YA!', my second thought was 'I totally know this entire dance, FUCK YA!'

At work last week, I had my back turned to a conversation because I was actually doing something at work for once. I heard a lady ask another lady this question....

"May I smell it?'

What an amazing question to hear without actually knowing what the object in question is, right? May I smell it? HA! For once, every gross thought you ever had is actually okay to have. It could be anything! I found out what it I was, but I am not telling.

I have a job interview at the end of the week for a promotion. I am interviewing for 2 reasons.

1) I like money

2) I want a job where wearing a belt is not optional. It is mandatory. I can't tell you how many mornings I wake up, get dressed, walk outside and realize I forgot my belt. I could easily walk back up to my place and get a belt, but currently I don't think having a belt on is that important. I am by myself all day, dealing with people who look just as gross as me with their open toed sandals, long toe nails, and half buttoned shirts. They basically look like that math teacher everyone had in high school who somehow managed to get chalk all over himself but didn't give 2 shits about it. I can simply untuck my shirt or keep my jacket on so my lack of a belt can go unnoticed. But in all seriousness, how much less do you think of a person in a professional setting if they are not wearing a belt with their shirt tucked in? The belt makes everything. It takes that person from either being on the varsity or not even getting on the bus. You just look like an asshole and if I get this job, I will put on a belt each morning with pride. I LOVE BELT!

Pants are optional at my place though. I never wear pants while I am in my apartment. I do it so much that I almost forgot to put pants on to go to Dunkin Donuts on Sunday. I put sneakers on, took two steps in the hallway and realized I forgot my pants.....for reals. I was going through the drive thru though, I might have been okay......maybe?

How awesome are the Holiday Heroes commercials by Radio Shack!?! I highly suggest you YouTube them. HILARIOUS.

I am currently up to 792 times of watching the NKOTBSB American Music Awards performance. Is it me or did the Backstreet Boys just say 'we totally agree that your songs are better than ours, we will hang back here as you guys fuckin' kill it.'? And how could you blame them. Try playing the start of the start of 'Step by Step' and not wanting to immediately move the coffee table out of the way to create a dance floor.

That is all. I wish I had the ability to write about 1 thing but I have the attention span of a monkey. I watch TV in 6 min segments. I sometimes think I am watching 1 show and the CSI unit has solved the most difficult case of a serial killer/rapist/kidnapper/drug lord/pedifile who was only trying to gain the attention of his famous father who just wanted him to become a doctor, but its actually 3 shows that I have been flicking between for the last hour.

Fo Shizzle......

Now I am not a big fan of public transportation. If I can drive my car somewhere, I will do it and pay the 25 bucks to park. Dumb, I know, but I kind of like to drive. I also hate being next to strangers and have their armpits 3 inches from my face as they hang onto the bars. I see your armpit hair. Gross. The other night I went to the Celtics game and we chose to take the T into the Garden. This however was a tremendous idea because it turned out to be the single greatest T ride of my life. So many things happened that made me ask myself would I do that?

We hopped on the Red Line at Davis Sq and switched over to the Green Line. It wasn't until we got on the Green Line that shit got weird and shit got awesome. Now I understand its public transportation and you see every possible walk of life come and go. People are going to be drunk, dirty and diseased. But the 3 people that entered the train with a cat in a cage took the cake for "Greatest T Trio with a cat". They could not have been any older than 17-19yrs old. The 2 girls were repulsive and the guy was just happy to hanging out with 2 fatties I think. One girl looked like Darlene from the Roseanne Show, the other just gave up on using soap on her face at some point in her life. When I saw them come onto the train with a cat, I immediately thought.... TERRORIST ATTACK! EVERYONE DOWN! Who brings a fuckin cat onto the T? Not to mention, I saw about 3 people with dogs trying to get onto the train as well throughout the night. Since when was that allowed? I thought you needed to be blind to just walk around with a dog like that. Ya, you have them on the leash, but how do I know you won't just let that thing run wild on the train. You should need to wear a billboard stating your intentions as to why you are bringing a dog, cat, aardvark, lion, or whatever animal on the train.

"My dog is sick, taking him to the vet, I do not own a car"

"Just bought this cat, it will remain in the box, promise"

"This lion is going to eat you, get off the next stop or else"

Its not hard.

Back to the cat, the 2 fatties and the guy. Once I knew a cat cannot be used a bomb I was able to relax and just ride the train. That was until the dude and 1 fatty starting making out like the T car transformed into a closet and they were playing 7 Minutes of Heaven. I was waiting for the dude to Wolf Out and rip the back of the girls shirt apart. I actually think they started necking, like 2 swans or something. I have learned that some PDA is alright, but this was not alright. They were fucking necking. How does that feel pleasurable? Rubbing your necks together? Really?

Is that a hickey?

No, me and Juan were necking like crazy last night. He has the softest neck.

Gross. They stopped necking and slurrping each other. Then they spoke. Oh boy, did they ever speak. The girl wanted drugs but her boy didnt have any drugs. So she came up with the brilliant idea of 'I can make them when we get home'. Really? Then it happened. This conversation. Guy kind of talks like Gary Coleman from Different Strokes.

Guy:You are gonna make drugs? Like what you gonna make? Make me some weed.

Girl:You can't make weed, its a plant!

Guy:Sure you can, ill give you some salt, some pepper and some paprika. BOOM! Weed!

Girl:Ill make some cocaine

Guy:If you try to make cocaine, you gonna blow up the motherfuckin house.

Girl:No I won't.

Guy:I guarantee if I gave you flour and sugar, you would blow up the motherfuckin house.

Then they began to neck again. I dry heaved.

Speed Round.

-Figured out today, me and buddy are not a fan of people who wear pajama bottoms out in public. I get it, you live nearby and can walk to this store, but come on, just throw some jeans or shorts on. ya know what, don't even wear pants, go in your undies, much more respect.

-Respect the shit out of people who just buy a roll of TP. It says "yup, picture me on the toilet cause thats where I am headed right now"

-I have an extremely tough time putting my clothes away. I don't have that gene, yet I will arrange the shit out of my fridge, but I don't sleep in my fridge.

-I went to McDonalds today after work and the worker said 'have a nice weekend', i replied, 'i will probably be back later'

-I have seen 'I am going to Fat Camp' True Life at least 56 times and it gets better each time.

-Gwentyh Paltrow on GLEE. I dug her.

-I kinda make a mean chicken parm with ziti. Just sayin'

-Cals and I are playing a team in fantasy called Los Tacos. I suggested we go to Taco Bell, get tacos and eat one everytime a guy on our team is involved in a TD. We have Mike Vick. I will have diahrrea.

-The final 15 secs of the UCONN/BAYLOR women's game summed up why no one gets excited over women's sports(except me). Baylor down 1 with 2 timeouts, coach calls back to back timeouts while on DEFENSE. Game ends with 2 airballs.

-Yes, I watch way too much of women's sports. Part of me just likes to watch sports, the other part of me hopes instead of a bench clearing brawl happening, a bench clearing lesbian make out session happens. Pants optional.

-My nephew discovered he has hands. It is hilarious watching him whack himself in the face over and over, even funnier because he doesn't know what the word 'STOP' means when I say it to him.

-Can I pull off wearing a scarf?

-I got excited knowing it was November and I refuse to shave my goatee all winter. It turns red and white. Just in time for the holidays.

RadioFire.

I just cracked open a Pepsi at 10pm. Not a good idea, but you know what is a great idea.....

My latest Top 5 Songs "You tell your friends, 'i kinda like that tune"

The radio has been straight fire over the past 2-3 months. It helps that I discovered the new Hot 97.7, but is on 87.7. It is amazing. I highly suggest wherever you are at 12pm on Tuesdays, you turn it on. It is 'Baby Making Tuesdays'. A full hour of 'let me laaaaay you dooowwnn' and 'Id rather do you after school like my homework'. Friggin brillant stuff. That music and the new jack swing need to make a comeback. Who do I speak to about that? R Kelly?

Back to the task at hand. My Top 5 songs on the radio right now but few will admit to loving.

5. Teenage Dream-Katy Perry

I know. I know. I am already ashamed, but did you not see Glee last night? Ya I know it was kind of gay, well, alot of gay seeing it was an openly gay guy singing to another openly gay guy....but it was fucking good. They were beatboxing alright! They would kill the Beealzebubs(sp?) When is there gonna be another Singing Bee on NBC?! Does that make me gay? Whatever. Lick my balls.

4. Please Don't Go-Mike Posner

This guy sounds like he is in a shower when he is singing half the time, but I like it. Just a good beat, able to get a good drum going on the steering wheel. I kinda wish I owned a synthesizer, sat in my dorm room in college at Assumption and just made beats. Instead I was busy watching Broomhead do 8min abs with no shirt on and making my Chilean roommate prank call girls with last names like Shemansky and ask her if he could "Shemansky his way down her pants tonight." Eh, life's decisions.

3. What's my name?-Rihanna

This chick. This friggin chick. I am not ashamed to admit I know the lyrics to this song. Simple recipe. Dope beat + Drake rapping + Rihanna singing about how she wants to see if some dude can dominate = GOLD. Someone needs to tell Timberlake to get on an album real quick because I am starting become a major fan of Rihanna and I am pretty sure I can't seranade a girl at a bar by singing this song. I mean, I could. But singing "I need a boy to take it over" may give off the wrong impression. Oh Na Na....whats my name......

2. Whip My Hair- Williow Smith

Come on. Seriously. I don't even have to write anything here because you already love this song. If you don't , well you don't have ears.........ya ears. It is a little challenging for me with the whole whipping my hair back n forth, but I will break my neck doing it. In the meantime, I am going to learn this dance. Youtube "Whip My Hair dance on Ellen" Girl is named like Angela or Alyssa. Ill wear the tuto.

1.Only Girl in the World-Rihanna

How can you not roll down the windows and just dance your face off while driving? Try it. You can't just sit there and drive. I dare you. The radio should play this song every 3 songs. Right now, it is like every 6 songs. Make it every 3 songs and the world will be a happier place. When is society going to make it acceptable to just start dancing in public? Why do we need to have a 'school dance' or be in a bar to shake it? I would like to start a public dance movement. You hear a song in your car that gets you moving, stop your car, get out and dance on the roof. Like an instant music video, all fuckin day.

Also receiving votes(I am the only one voting)

Raise your Glass by Pink-Good start to the song until she says 'dilly do' and I immediately go soft

Run Forrest Run!

(I literally looked like this picture, hair and all, for at least 2 weeks)

Make no mistake about it, I am bald. I choose to shave my head because I saw the writing on the wall and didn't think the 'horeshoe' look was really for me in my mid 20s. I shave my head once a week. I do not 'bic' it. I am too afraid I will have an awful reaction and my head look like the face of Charlie 'Crater Face' Coburn from the famous Bayside Cream episode on Saved by the Bell. I use clippers. No blade. Occassionally I will miss a spot on the back of my head or just behind the ears, but never in the 4 years I have been shaving my head has what I am about to say happened to me.

I was too lazy to shave my head yesterday for work Monday so I figured I would let it go because frankly, I have no one to impress at work. It is just me all day and I already like me enough. I completed a FULL work day where I was engaged in about 6-10 conversations. Long enough conversations to where the other person could have noticed something about my head. I get home, take a piss, wash my hands, check myself out in the mirror and to my SURPRISE, I discover 1 LOOONG hair on the top of my head just standing on its own. I mean, just above the forehead, in the middle of my head. Now keep in my mind, I am bald. I have nothing up there, I barely even draw the clippers over the top of my head, but somehow, someway this 1 hair seemed to escape the blades of death. And when I say it was a LONG piece of hair, I mean, it must have been growing for at least 2 weeks. I mean, it was almost curled up like Squiggy from Laverne and Shirley. Just like CHARLIE BROWN! A part of me was proud, the other part of me was like 'HOW MANY PEOPLE SAW THIS AND CARED NOT TO TELL ME! DID THEY THINK IT WAS A GOOD LOOK!? WERE THEY THINKING I WAS TRYING TO GROW MY HAIR OUT ONE BY ONE!? WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING! After I calmed down, I just started laughing hysterically before I was overwhelmed with a sense of pride for this one piece of hair. I didn't want to pull him out. I wanted to let him roam, let him grow, let him be free. There he was, all alone on my head, like Neil Armstrong landing on the moon. Let him run like Forrest Gump. It is the little things in life that keep you sane and it was little piece of hair that made my day. Is it a bit sad? I don't think so, I think it is pretty f'n awesome. I have the ability to grow hair on the top of my head, it may be 1 hair every 2 weeks, but I figure by age 90, Ill have hair like George Clooney or Zack Morris. It is the little things in life.

I cannot stop dancing. The past 2 weeks I have been dancing whenever and wherever. I am going to credit my fever for dance to the death of MJ coming up June 25th. I have listened to nothing but MJ all week. Guy is great. I miss him.

I have been absolutely killing my kitchen floor with dance moves. Whoever lives below me must be pissed, but I bet they are saying 'that kid can dance'.

I wish the world we lived in allowed us to break out in choreographed dances from music videos at the most random places. Everyone would be alot happier and the world would be a much cooler place. I can already see me in the 'Love is a Battlefield' dance while I waited in line at the grocery store.

I learned to dance by watching MJ videos and BET. And I am damn proud of it. After this past weekend, I am glad I have the ability to dance with rhythm rather than being able to solve a word problem correctly or understand the stock market. It is really depressing watching people dance that think they can dance. But it is hilarious watching people that can't dance, but know they can't dance cause they just don't give it a shit. I like those people.

I remember my first dance circle. Do you? I was 11. I was in 6th grade. I was at Nite Spot. I had been going to Nite Spot for the last few months but never participated in the dance circle or 'Doing the Butt' because I was too nervous. So each day I would ride the bus home and sit at the front so I could hear the radio. I would ask Kathy the bus driver to put on 94.5 a few stops before my house, that way I could hear the last song playing before I got off the bus. If I liked it, I would run home, slam my bedroom door, lock it, and turn up the radio and dance in front of the mirror. I did this for weeks upon weeks until I taught myself at least 1 move the fifth grade girls would really dig. During that stretch, I taught myself how to body roll(its actually all in the knees) and some move where I kick my legs out, I don't think it has a name. I finally told myself I would enter the dance circle the next Nite Spot, no matter what. Saturday night came and I waited, and waited, and waited for the right song to come on. After hours of standing up against the wall, watching guys impress chicks with their Running Man and such, my song came on....

'Every Little Step' by Bobby Brown. When I tell you my face lit up and I ripped off my Georgetown Hoyas chalkline, you might have thought it was on fire. But in reality, my feet were on fire. I pushed a couple dudes out of the way and I went to work. The crowd went nuts and it was at that moment I knew I was meant for the dance circles. From then on out, I knew I had a gift for a white kid. And after this weekend, watching some guys dance, I am so glad I have rhythm and not the ability to balance a checkbook or be able to ice skate. I can dance and I am going to dance my face off wherever I can on Friday night in honor of Michael Jackson.

Ah Celts in 6 still..........and Bieber "Somebody to Love", I can't get enough of it. I need help.

Its Game 7 and I can't listen to Stu Scott for 3 hours

It's Game 7 of the NBA Finals and I have done the best I can to avoid all sports talk radio, all ESPN pregame and other nonsense about the game tonight. I just feel like it is all pointless and none of it comes true. Game 7s are the most unpredicatable games. And to listen to a bunch of reporters talk about 'stepping up', 'leaving it on the court', and 'no turning back' gets to be pretty boring. So in order to pass the next 3 hours, I figured I would just write about anything.

As a kid with male pattern baldness, I get real annoyed with guy's hair-dos. I say to myself, you have this tremendous gift of hair and thats how you choose to wear it. Thats how I feel when I see Justin Bieber. Now, I like Bieber(its a phase, I swear), but his hair-do makes my head spin. Throw some LA Looks in it or something man, change it up. I hope all his hair falls out soon and he has only pictures of that hair-do to remember his hair. Disgusting.

Celts win tonight. I had to get it out there so I can tell people 'I told you so'.

My dad texted me to come by the house after work because he made a couple sandwiches. And by a 'couple' he meant............18. I know have 13 cold cut sandwiches in my fridge. They will be gone by Tuesday.

I don't like provolone cheese. It tastes funny to me.

I had a guy tell me he tried renting rollerblades. I found that weird. People still 'blade'? You can rent rollerblades?

I need to visit Rollerworld soon. Who is in?

I have never been on skis, skates, or rollerblades. I would be like a newborn calf trying to walk if I were to lace a pair up. I am putting it on my bucket list.

Nate Robinson plays big minutes tonight.

Oreo cookies are slowly creeping up to the #1 spot on my favorite cookie list. Chewy Chips Ahoy are holding it right now, but not by much. I should be writing a Top 20 Cookie list soon.

How good is that Alejandro song by Lady Gaga? Shit.

Someone told me about Hot 97.7 now being Hot 87.7 now. Let me tell you, their Back in the Day Buffet is light years better than 94.5s the last couple days. Just pure early 90s slow jams. H-Town. Shai. Silk. Bobby Brown. I forgot how great a song Tender Roni was. I think I want to be Every Little Step Bobby Brown for halloween just so I can do the dance and wear that outfit. But I have yet to fulfill my dream of being the Karate Kid shower..........one day.

Look out for Lamar Odom tonight. He scares me for whatever reason.

I am making it a mission to learn how to Pop N Lock by Longden's wedding in October. I need a new move for the dance floor. I have realized doing 'The Worm' is the end of the line for me. When I go to that in a dance off like I did 3 weeks ago, I am toast. Need a new move and its coming.

So let me get this straight, there is a new Michael Jackson video game coming out and all you have to do is dance like him. I hope it comes with the glittered outfit from the Rock With Ya video. That is on my Christmas List.

I had an old lady push me out of the way of a door the other day. You really can't yell at her cause she won't hear you and you can't really retaliate because you could kill her. It was a lose lose situation.

It's fuckin Game 7. Celts win by 3. Enjoy the weekend.

And with the recent events and conversations I have had with friends, I need to say this.

'The attitude you bring towards life, determines the attitude life brings towards you.'

We all need to start being nicer to each other and being there for one another. No arguement is too big to say goodbye to a loved one. We only have one life and we can't control the future, only the present. When your feet hit the floor in the morning, be thankful for your health, your family and your friends. Live in the moment. I am not saying live each day like its your last, but live it, thats all. Say how you feel, tell your family you care about them, don't think just do. Go after what you want and have no regrets about it. Happiness truly is the key to life.