Is it really addiction??

Maybe you know this about me, maybe you don't but I have an addictive personality. Now when I say this I don't mean that I do drugs or anything, because I don't. Addictive personality refers to a particular set of personality traits that make an individual predisposed to addictions. I can't explain why this is, but all my life my parents told me to becareful because addiction to variety of things runs in my family from drugs, gambling, food, shopping, ect.

Well I come into this equation because I notice that I have gone through a few phases in my life that were pretty crazy. I know that all kids go through shoe phases but to the point that you have over 60 pairs of shoes by one brand is what is considered obsesive.

I have seen this addictive personality peek its little head again, this time it was in the form of working. Now I was not allowed to have a job back in my highschool years. So my first job came my summer before my first year in college. Once I got that taste of freedom of making my own money I became addicted. This year alone I fouind myself working multiple jobs at once along with going to school, and I couldn't bring myself to cut back on the stress. My only excuse for putting myself through all of this was " I love money." Would find myself in situations where i could barely keep my eyes open at work and my boss would try to send me home and I would stay. Since being allowed to work I have always worked on my birthday and most holidays.

The newest occurrence that I see coming is my fascination with waatches. I just felt like addressing this before I let it get out of control. This not something that I have made up or that I have super control over. I can control the things I interact with, and I can control my spending. But once I get really into something it just becomes really hard maintain that control.

well this was just something I was thinking about so I figured i would tell you guys. Thanks for subscribing. Lets try to get me more subscribers. Im goin to leave you with this joke:

A man and a little boy entered a barbershop together. After the man received the full treatment - shave, shampoo, manicure, haircut, etc. - he placed the boy in the chair.

"I'm goin' to buy a green tie to wear for the parade," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

When the boy's haircut was completed and the man still hadn't returned, the barber said, "Looks like your daddy's forgotten all about you." "That wasn't my daddy," said the boy. "He just walked up, took me by the hand and said, 'Come on, son, we're gonna get a free haircut!'"

Is Toyota really american now

Now recently I held a conversation with a close friend and he stated that he declared Toyota to be an American car company. Now if you no anything about me when I believe im right I will let you know that I am right. So I countered that Toyota is not American it is Japanese owned. Now he did counter with the fact that Toyota has many plants over here where they build their cars and that they employ a lot of Americans. Toyota really has a method behind taking over the North American auto market. They do believe localization, which is manufacturing where they sell. 

Now my argument was that the only reason Toyota produce in America is to avoid tariffs. Now I have spent some time researching this statement,  and I have not been able to find any info that supports my statement. I  understand that I don't have any support, but I will never say that Toyota is an American car company. Some would say " how is Chrysler consider American if it was sold to a foreign company?" I reply to that by saying, They were created here in Michigan. To be American you need to be created here, like a person, if you were born here no matter where you go you will always be American.

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Im going to leave you with this joke:

Yesterday I was at the local Wal-Mart. Now I was only in there for about 5 minutes and when I came out, there he was - a damn Motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket ...

So, I went to him and said: "Come on Buddy, how about giving a guy a break?"

He simply ignored me and continued writing the ticket.

So, I called him a pencil necked Nazi. He then glared at me and started writing another ticket for having bald tires!

So, I called him a sorry excuse for a human being. He then finished the second ticket and put it on the car with the first. Then he started to write a third ticket!

This went on for about 25 minutes ... the more I abused and hurled insults at him, the more tickets he wrote ...
But hey, I didn't give a damn. My car was parked around the corner ...

Just a thought

Its not a secret that we are living in the time of the great recession. Unemployment is at 8.7%. Now this isn't as high as it was a few years ago but its not low by far. It is really scary for people like me and you, when I say me and you I am referring to students close to graduating. It seems as if a college degree does not automatically mean you will be employed anymore. Now days it takes a lot more to succeed in the job market. I am just so happy that I attend such a great university. Michigan State University provides you with so many resources and opportunities to help make yourself more favorable in this job market. 

Here is a clip of some of your fellow Spartans who are proving that we can still make our dreams come true.

Now I know these students are not the average graduate. Some would even say they are lucky to graduate with employment. But isn't that the reason we all became Spartans in the first place. WE ARE NOT THE SAME WE ARE SPARTANS!!!! I just want all my fellow peers to not look at the statistics and say whats not available, and look at themselves and go out and get what is or if you have that drive make your own way. Well thats just what I think. 

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Freshman: Is never in bed past noon.
Senior: Is never out of bed before noon.

Freshman: Reads the syllabus to find out what classes he can cut.
Senior: Reads the syllabus to find out what classes he needs to attend.

Freshman: Brings a can of soda into a lecture hall.
Senior: Brings a jumbo hoagie and six-pack of Mountain Dew into a recitation class.

Freshman: Calls the professor "Teacher."
Senior: Calls the professor "Bob."

Freshman: Would walk ten miles to get to class.
Senior: Drives to class if it's more than three blocks away.

Freshman: Memorizes the course material to get a good grade.
Senior: Memorizes the professor's habits to get a good grade.

Freshman: Knows a book-full of useless trivia about the university.
Senior: Knows where the next class is. Usually.

Freshman: Shows up at a morning exam clean, perky, and fed.
Senior: Shows up at a morning exam in sweats with a cap on and a box of pop tarts in hand.

Freshman: Has to ask where the computer labs are.
Senior: Has own personal workstation.

Freshman: Lines up for an hour to buy his textbooks in the first week.
Senior: Starts to think about buying textbooks in October... maybe.

Freshman: Looks forward to first classes of the year.
Senior: Looks forward to first beer garden of the year.

Freshman: Is proud of his A+ on Calculus I midterm
Senior: Is proud of not quite failing his Complex Analysis midterm

Freshman: Calls his girlfriend back home every other night
Senior: Calls Domino's every other night

Freshman: Is appalled at the class size and callousness of professors
Senior: Is appalled that the campus 'Subway' burned down over the summer

Freshman: Conscientiously completes all homework, including optional questions
Senior: Homework? I knew I forgot to do something last night

Freshman: Goes on grocery-shopping trip with Mom before moving onto campus
Senior: Has a beer with Mom before moving into group house

Freshman: Is excited about the world of possibilities that awaits him, the unlimited vista of educational opportunities, the chance to expand one's horizons and really make a contribution to society
Senior: Is excited about new dryers in laundry room

Freshman: Takes meticulous four-color notes in class
Senior: Occasionally stays awake for all of class

My First Blog Post

Hey people out there, my name is David and this is my blog. If you know me personally, then you know that I have an opinion about everything and I have unlimited amounts of stories. So what better place to share my opinions and stories with the public than with a blog.  I will try to update this blog as often as possible. So please feel free to subscribe to my blog. and follow me on twitter and on facebook.

I am going to leave you guys with this joke:


Two buddies Bob and Earl were two of the biggest baseball fans in America.

Their entire adult lives, Bob and Earl discussed baseball history in the winter, and they pored over every box score during the season. They went to 60 games a year. They even agreed that whoever died first would try to come back and tell the other if there was baseball in heaven.

One summer night, Bob passed away in his sleep after watching the Yankee victory earlier in the evening. He died happy. A few nights later, his buddy Earl awoke to the sound of Bob's voice from beyond.

"Bob, Is that you?" Earl asked.

"Of course it me," Bob replied.

"This is unbelievable!" Earl exclaimed. "So tell me, is there baseball in heaven?"

"Well, I have some good news and some bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Tell me the good news first."

"Well, the good news is that yes there is baseball in heaven, Earl."

"Oh, that is wonderful! So what could possibly be the bad news?"

"You're pitching tomorrow night."


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