Karma is the aY's good friend.

Hello blogspotters!

As you probably know, I am filled with an almost endless supply of knowledge. You would say that I am like a fountain flowing with waves of knowledge. And awesomeness.

Well, today, the aY will tell you about Karma.

We've all heard it before: "Karma's a b!tch."

Well, while that may be true for many people, do you know who it isn't bad to? If you said, "the aY!" then you are correct!

I know, we tend to hate the people who have it well off. My friend likes to say that the masses have been drinking too much "Hatorade." Well, that's probably true. Fortunately, I am not just one of the masses.

I am arguably one of the most generous and considerate people I know, and I'm always looking to help. Today, there was a pizza party, and I just happened to grab two Coke's. Unfortunately, some people were a little slow at the gate (it's OK, if you need to learn to move faster, I can teach you!) and didn't get any soda. One particular unfortuante soul was a little boy who was almost at tears because there was no soda left for him. He told me his name was "Zabi" (name may or may not be real to protect his privacy). Me, being the awesome and generous man that I am, gave him the soda so he could dry his tears. He was grateful, and I was happy for that. All of a sudden, someone gives me a soda because they appreciated my kindness! Later, I met this girl who also didn't have a soda (geez people, move a little faster, will you?). I naturally gave her my soda because I am a gentleman. I walked over to help clean the table (because I'm so helpful), and lo and behold: another soda! I picked it up, to drink later.

I get back to my desk, and a lady asks me if she could have the soda in my hand because she loved the flavour. Again, since the aY is such a gentleman, he naturally gave the lady the soda. I sit down at my desk, and what is beside me? A soda that I had saved from a little while ago that I forgot all about. This is honestly the story of my life. the aY tries to be kind to everyone, and Karma appreciates it and always pays me back.

So, the lesson we should learn from this blog is very obvious:

I am awesome.

That is all.

Thanks for reading! ^_^V

Not enough time...

Hello there blogspotters!

First and foremost, the aY is going to make a statement: I love having fun.

Now that we have that statement out of the way, let's understand why this is a problem.

I am in a fortunate position where I get to have as much fun as I pretty much want. I don't take this for granted in any way. Unfortnately, with all this free time and desire to have fun, I take advantage of my situation far too often. My weekends are booked solid almost all the time, I'm going out weeknights (my sleep is suffering for it), and I'm always feeling like I can't do all the things I want to do. I can't help it. I'm so awesome, that everyone wants to hang out with me all the time. And, since I am such a caring friend, I try to make time for the people who want to be with me.

I am not the only one in a position like this though. This is a universal problem that most people face (although other people don't tend to attribute the problem to "being too awesome."). So, I ask you readers to think to yourselves: "How can I find a way to make more time for myself?"

I know I will be contemplating this for a while yet...

Oh, on an un-related note, check out my video resumé inspired by Barney Stinson's on YouTube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d19u18xriv0

Greetings blogspotters!
Today, the aY is going to tell you the benefits and fun to be had when partying it up in far-off lands!

Firstly, believe it or not, I have never gone to one of those University pub nights or whatever party type things college students do during the week. I guess I was always busy being awesome elsewhere. Fortunately, a hot lady friend of mine had a birthday, and seeing that it was her last year in school, this was the perfect opportunity to see how these events go! So, I packed up, took my Bro Steve (name may or may not be real to protect his privacy), my sexy lady friend Michelle (ditto), and my awesome self to college!

After a long roadtrip filled with misadventures, near stranded-ness, and hunting for food, we made it to the school.

We ended up meeting Steve's actual brother Kent (that's not his real name, but he likes being called that instead) and he set the tone for the night. At first, I, being my usual generous self, bought a round of Jager-bombs for the birthday girl(s!), and my friends. Afterwards, Kent returned the favour, in a totally awesome way.

He bought a pitcher of beer. Not for us. For me.

I did notice earlier that he was holding a pitcher of beer. I guess I never realised that the whole thing was for himself.

Yeah, that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the night. Mind you, I did have a lot of random drinks here and there, but it was have a pitcher, or go home. Actually, Kent did tell me one important rule: Don't drink from the pitcher. I was thinking, "Come on, Kent. the aY drinking straight out of the pitcher? That's classless for the aY." But seriously, there is a rule where if you drink from the pitcher, they'll kick you out. So, first important lesson when travelling to new places: learn the rules and customs of the culture.

Oh, another cool fact I learned: they give free pop to promote designated drivers! I applaud the establishment for taking this into consideration. Let's face it, being designated Dave sucks. If bars offered me free soda to stay sober, I would actually consider it!

Back to the story: since my bro had lots of liquid confidence in him, we decided to test the waters and have him pick up chicks! One day, I'll tell you how that went, but that is for another blog sometime in the future (Stay Tuned).


Since you are far away though, you can try things that you may not normally be confident enough to try! Try cheesy come-on's, or funny pick-up lines! If she doesn't acquiesce, just say you were kidding! Totally works for me, but that's because I'm the aY. I'm sure it would work for you guys too.

Well, I hope you guys learned something from reading this blog. You know me. I'm always trying to help.

Oh, and most importantly: "Happy Birthday!" You know who you are.

Less can be more

Greetings blog-viewers!

This past weekend was one that was filled with celebration. I attended two parties on back-to-back nights. The first was a low-key event at a good friend's house ("Steve" may or may not be his real name to protect his privacy) in preparation for the epic Halloween party that was to follow the next day. Just a few guys, and eventually a girl (What up?!) hanging out, drinking beers that we haven't tried before.

Steve bought us some "Urbock," a dark beer made by Creemore Springs once a year, and sold for a limited time annually. It was a delicious beer, and I highly recommend any beer drinkers out there to try it.

So, back to the event: it was a great time! On the scale of "the aY's good times from 1 to 10," I would rate it as a 6!

Just a note: My scale works differently than most other people's scales. While most people would equate a "1" as a bad event, and "10" as excellent, mine allows for more fun to be had in the same time. All parties with the aY involved are at LEAST good. So, a 1 is good. And for me, that is still considered bad. So on a scale of 1 to 10, where 1 is "Good" and 10 is "Epic," my night at Steve's (rated as a 6) is considered "EXCELLENT!"

The formula for the night was simple: Some good friends, some drinks, and good conversation equates to excellence. I guess the synergy of those parts really did what synergy means!

However, we follow up with the next night. The big Halloween Party ("Monster's Ball") at the Ontario Science Center. Can someone say, "weak?"

Here, I'll say it: "Weak!"

This party tried to be so much, and in the end ended up being a shadow of what it was supposed to be. It wasn't "Monster's Ball." It was more of just, "Balls." Let's sum up the party here:

1- $40 cover. Pricey, but if the party was awesome (it wasn't), then well worth it.

2- Standing in long lines to buy $8 drink tickets.

3- Standing in another long line to get your drinks.

4- Did I mention the drink tickets were $8?

Oh, for this next point, I have to give you a little side story: I was discussing earlier with some people if they thought last call would be extended on the night of the party. Daylight Savings was going to finish up, so the clocks would go back one hour. My question was if the bar would extend it's time open since Last Call would technically be pushed back an hour (because at 2:00 AM, it would go back to 1:00 AM). We all know that bars want to make more money so they should extend Last Call by one hour. In most other instances where I went to parties during DST, they extended Last Call. Just an FYI: almost every place downtown extended their Last Call time.

5- Last Call was at 1:00 AM. (Can someone say "/facepalm?")

6- The DJ's didn't understand that the music you play is supposed to get people to want to dance.

7- The party wasn't that full...

8- Taxi's weren't waiting for people after the party.

So, needless to say, the party wasn't the greatest. It wasn't a bad party, however it wasn't a good one either. So, for this instance only, I had to create a new entry on my "the aY's good times scale from 1 to 10." I give the Monster's Ball a ZERO (0). This is not good, but not bad.

So, the point of all this?

One simple phrase that can sometimes apply: "Less is More."