Something In Your Mouth- Music Video Of the Day

What can I say I've grown up on Nickleback's music; They never disappoint. Something In Your mouth is such a clever play on words and an awesome song. I picked the live video..because I often prefer live over recorded.

Contemplation

Contemplation
Lately I've been contemplating a lot, worldly and personal. Many of them I don't have answers to.

Why are we so concerned with STATUS?
You see it everyday in workplace, school on the metro and online.  Popularity- Who's queen bee?, Who has the best blog?, the hottest car?. I just don't get it.

Why Do I bottle things up?
If it's personal and it bugs me. I don't talk it out I shoe it to the back of my mind like a splinter and let fester. I know it'll eventually consume me, yet I do it anyways.

Whats with the world and religious retardation?
A true muslin can not be a terrorist, yet the whole islam faith is tarnished as a whole because of a few. Why must all Catholic Priests be pushed under the banner of pedophiles jokingly or subconsciously, because of a set of bastard priests who were?  What's with the dumb ass who burned the koran....clearly his God isn't the won I was brought up to believe in.

I've been contemplating things like this late. Maybe college has just brought out my critical mind from hiding. I have no idea.

Is there anything you contemplate?

I'm on Twitter....Stock Me!

Music Video of the day

I'm bringing back the music video of the day. It was one of the few fun things about this blog; before my blog basically died. Recently I figured out who sang I Come From Land Down Under after years of listening to the song. Turns out they are quite a top notch band from good old Aussie Land. It's shame music isn't as dorky and creative these days.
Men At Work- I come from a Land Down Under

I can't believe it, It's been over a month

Distracted from studying

I can't believe it's been over a month since I started college. I mean seriously where is the time going? got an answer? Cause I sure don't. My course schedule is somewhat all over the place but I do enjoy it. I've been able to extract break time to put a dent in some of the daily homework I receive on a daily basis. What can I say college is great....though the food prices could be adjusted to fit the monetary level of a college kid.
I'm happy to say I've settled into a routine. Now with college firmly under way I can really start searching for a job again. With christmas right under our noses many locations are looking to bring in some fresh new faces onto their rosters. I'd like to pull in a job and be able to get my family some nice stuff this christmas. The culinary teacher insists on calling me Colin so I've all but given up on his use of my first name. I see him in the halls so his remembering my name isn't priority.
I think my favourite course would have to be marketing. The teacher is top notch and there is never a boring moment. Though I enjoy all my classes despite finding a few of them rather useless.
Thats just a scant update on life
-Hutch

I Survived College

I survived my first week of College. I'm gearing down for week two so this is a short blog due to an early morning class. I'm general arts and science and I'm really enjoying it. I'll probably switch into graphic design next year.
I spent way to much money on textbooks already and still have a few more to buy. Youch it royally sucks.
The campus pub is amazing and I had a celebratory drink my very first day there.
Not to mention im on twitter all the time so come find me.
Peep out Major_ Hutch.
I'll have something substantial for you guys later on.

The Closet is Hell

I believe in life situations creating inspirations for blogs. The other day I was indirectly told to come out the closet by straight women. Because she read a man's quote on the closet being being hell. A women who in the grade scheme of things believes she has me down to a science. Despite having never had a proper conversation with me or actually meeting me. Not to say I'm mad at this women because frankly I'm still trying figure out who's closet she's been in because It certainly was not mine.

I've personally spent a lot of personal time in my closet. Growing up virtually an only child imagination was an important key to play time. In Senior Kindergarten I was convinced I was SuperMan and my closet was my phone booth. I'd run in in my PJs are come out in my super suit. That was also the same year I jumped off the top of a 10 ft slide and realized I couldn't fly.  It was a tragic revelation in my young life that didn't last long.

By first grade I was convinced I was a western sheriff and my closet became the town saloon. I had my six shooters and chaps and my little boots with it's kiddie plastic spurs.

By Second grade I knew I was Captain Kirk and my closet was the Enterprise. It even came with a vulcan, medical doctor and a scottish man that drank to much.

By Third Grade...I was definitely Han Solo and my closet turned into the millennium falcon complete with Chewy.

By fourth grade I could never decide weather I was Batman or Robin and my closet just happened to be the coolest bat cave ever. Alfred ran all the tech and made sure the Batmobile and Robin Cycle were primed waxed and cleaned.

Eventually by 5th grade...I'd discovered my true calling as Indiana Jones and came out my closet and started going on adventures in the wood. Eventually I grew out of my imaginary games but not my imagination. 

My closet has been a lot of things over years but hell was never one of them. These days it's great place to storing the crap 20 year olds are popular.

Now I know there is a metaphorical closet in the gay world and I'm not down playing that in anyway. Because I'm sure that closet can definitely be a persons hell but it's never been mine.

-Hutch

Names Hutch, Up close and personal

Clearly you don't know me at all.
Don't for a second think, I don't know whats going on behind the scenes. Just because I'm young that doesn't mean I'm blind.
I see through your crap and the front you push. I'll never pretend to fully understand the world or everything in it. Because not even the wisest of men can say they understand it all.
I'm not so nieve to claim to understand all of a world in which I don't live. I won't claim I don't have an understanding of it either.
Like some superior being you come on all high and mighty and point out my faults or faults you've determined that I have with out really knowing me at all. Things you've pushed as my short comings...I can sit and point them out in you. Problem is.....why should I bother? what satisfaction could possibly come from that. Turning people against you? Making you look bad?. Some satisfaction that would bring.

My name is Hutch,
I'm not some " Immature" kid, trapped in the " Closet". I say whats on my mind regardless of what other think. I'm one of those what you see is what you get guys, But I'm not one dimensional. Like a rubix cube I'm "Simple" but you can sure "Complicate" the hell out of me.  I don't live my life in pre-determined boxes of standards set by someone else. If I'm living "My" life by somebodies else's guidelines. Then who's life am I living?