Ghost of Christmas Past stuff

It's been a while since I've done one of these. I just really have been dropping the ball on this kind of thing (which is kind of funny in my mind, but probably not yours, since nobody would think about the reference to dropping the ball like I do...Stupid mind). But I need to do this because I just am not feeling my best right now and this will help. Basically... I am a dumbass. Oh yeah, big surprise there. Especially in the social sense of things. Which sucks so much. I have realized how terrible it is before, but it never really bothered me until now. After totally embarrassing myself (I'm not gonna give details... I currently don't like myself for it), I realized how this is like a legitimate problem. Like, if I keep acting this way, I'm never gonna be able to do anything with my life. I mean, being socially intelligent is just as good as being good at anything else. I mean, I didn't really start thinking too much about how this is extremely important until I took Psychology and they looked at social interaction. As much as I really want to blame this on my lack of a social life in elementary school and stuff, or the fact that I was advised that I don't need friends to be successful (which was a total lie) I won't, because I seemingly blame everything and anything bad in my life on someone or something else. I need to stop doing that. I hate sounding like a Debby Downer, but that's just how it goes.

I also realize that I take peoples' comments that they playfully say way too seriously. Like, I don't even know why. It could be the fact that I got made fun of in school a lot when I was younger and me being the "nice" (that's my way of saying soft) guy I was (and still am), I just kind of took it and went on with my life, not really responding to whatever they had to say. And the whole being soft thing is just something that hasn't gone away. Like, I just need to grow a backbone or something and learn how to deal with things.


I guess I could turn all of this whining of mine that is on my blog (which I am allowed to do, because it is my blog) and turn it into some New Year's resolutions:

1. Stop feeling so sorry for myself
2. Stop being a bitch
3. Stand up for myself more
4. Learn how to not take peoples' shit.


I am done now. Hope that all 4 of you that read this enjoy my ADD inspired blog post and have a Happy New Year.

OSU Stuff

Dear Ohio State University,

This one is for you. I am upset with you currently. You have managed to screw me over 2 times too many. First, you screw me over with your over-complicated class drop/add process, which caused me to miss a week of Psychology, and now you make it so my music theory credit doesn't get to the right people in time, causing me to be unable to schedule 2 classes. One of which is now waitlisted in all 3 sections. If I end up behind, I will be very disappointed. It's bad enough that I am graduating in 5 years as it is. I cannot afford to be behind because of goofy mistakes like this.


Thanks for understanding,

A very upset Wes Perry.



P.S. This was basically #3 on my first blog post, but I don't care anymore.

Depressing stuff.

So. This post is definitely on the somber side of things. A guy who I went to high school with recently passed away. I am not 100% sure of his cause of death, but after doing some detective work, it looks like he took his own life. This really makes me think a lot more about life and how easily it can be taken, and the effect it has on people. It also makes you think about how truly precious life is. I mean, you hear about people on the news daily who pass away all the time, and you don't really stop to think about what it's doing to people. But when it's somebody you know, it just becomes way more personal and it hits you like a ton of bricks. And people are always joking of "OMG I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF!!!" or "SHOOT ME NOW!" and sayings like that (I will admit that I'm guilty of it), but you don't realize how serious it is until someone actually does it. I can't really say that I knew the guy too well, but I knew who he was. I remember meeting Paul in 6th grade. I remember him being a funny dude. That never changed. I believe I was in English class with him too in high school, but my memory could be fooling me. Nonetheless, he was a great person and he will be missed by all who knew him or knew who he was.

RIP Paul

More stuff

Hey people. I am gonna talk about some more stuff today. I wasn't sure what to talk about. I was gonna go on about my plan for women and how I am so close to giving up on them because I have no game (Sorry for those who have been telling me to work on my confidence. It's the truth, so you can't argue with that), but I figured nobody wanted to hear about that, so I was stuck, topicless (which is different from topless). Then I got an email from Carnival cruise lines, saying they got my application and that I need to schedule an audition with them to play for them over the summer. After the gig today (and the long bus ride that followed), I decided to write about this topic. I am pretty excited for this audition and nervous about a couple things. The obvious being that I don't get the job. The less obvious being that there could be a possible repeat of the incident that occurred this past week, with the ship being stranded and people being stuck with backed up toilets and mayonaise sandwiches. Now, that is kind of ridiculous in my eyes. They should have a better backup plan than that. I mean, you don't have a ship that ventures to places far away from land without a solid backup system. They should have a backup engine and/or a power generator type thing to keep things somewhat pleasant. I realize that's easier said than done, but still. People don't use their brains sometimes and then crap like this that doesn't need to happen happens.


Alright. I am done.

Tacky stuff

So I am on Facebook, just kinda browsing some peoples' for I don't even know what reason, but this one thing that I keep seeing... I keep seeing these 12 year old girls on there with these babies as their profile pictures. It's just them and the baby. Not only is that tacky as hell, it's also misleading. I mean, when I see a girl holding a baby like that, I am going "Is that hers? I mean, she ain't cute so she could've been some guy's easy way in, so you never know". Not to mention, at the age of 12, you're not supposed to be on Facebook. Obviously the age of 12 is an exaggeration, but still, it's tacky. Fortunately, she wasn't one of my friends (Kinda shocking, huh?I have 38194013489031 Facebook friends and all of them know better). My point being, if you're under the age of 18, don't make your profile pic on here of your 11 month old nephew. For the record, you're not gonna see a profile pic with a baby in it from me EVER. Me = No kids.


Oh, and it looks like NOBODY reads this thing because I've seen 4 different girls do the leggings thing that I wrote about on here. That's also tacky. I mean, if you're cute, it's less tacky, but nonetheless, it's tacky, so stop doing it.

Weekend stuff

This weekend has been pretty fantastic. On Friday night, I had my first concert with the OSU Jazz Ensemble. I feel that it was pretty solid, and the vibe that night was just feeling good for some reason. Being in the OSU Jazz Ensemble is pretty great, but also intimidating at the same time. I am the only freshman in the saxophone section, and one of 5 freshman in the whole band. In a lesson with Professor Wallace, he told me that freshman don't normally make that band. It kind of shows me that the hard work that I've put into playing the instrument has paid off, but it also reminds me that I have a LONG way to go. The rest of the people in the band are killin'. Especially in the saxophone section. Those cats really know what's up. Another thing that keeps me on my feet is the fact that these bands are auditioned for every quarter, so this isn't in any way permanent, and that if I don't keep it up, someone else could come up and take my spot. (Which is what I am not hoping for at all). Enough about the concert and music. If you want to check out the concert, here is a link: http://www.mediafire.com/?9vc2vjjdxmi17 I recommend checking out Georgia. That one swings extra hard ;) (That's a joke, since it features me. But still, check that one out along with the rest of them.)

After the concert, I went home for the weekend, which is where I am writing my blog from. I decided last week that I wanted to go home, since I have been busy with all kinds of stuff in college and haven't been able to come home since I left for college. So one Skype call to my mom later, and I was able to come home. (Now if only she would hop on the Facebook bandwagon...) It's been nice. I came home to a very pleasant hole in the ceiling and these enormous, loud-ass dryers that have been going nonstop. A few days earlier, my youngest brother had let the toilet overflow while he was in the shower, and that caused a fair amount of water damage, so we're trying to get that squared away. Anyway, so today, I just ended up running a bunch of errands with Joshua. Went to the store (where I got called over to register 8 over the loudspeaker to talk to a parent of a friend of mine), Got some stuff for my saxophone (which I still need to find a decent alto to borrow for my group- I'll be writing about them soon), got a haircut (don't give me the "you don't have any hair" crap. It was looking tacky, so I had to do something about it), went to the mall and got this badass pair of jeans, then went and got food and came home, where I've just been hanging out this whole time. Then I realized "Daylight Savings Time does something this weekend! I don't care what it does, but I get an extra hour of sleep!", which is why I'm up at 1:46, because in 14 minutes, it's just gonna be 1 again. But it's back to campus for me tomorrow. I'll be back home for Thanksgiving (lots of food for the price of on the house... a college kid's dream), then getting stuff for exams taken care of. YEAH BUDDY!


And now my blog is turning into me telling you about my life, which is what I didn't want it to become. I'm gonna let it slide this time, in case the reader doesn't know about my life. But there will be no more of this.

Multiple stuff

1. This one is a shout-out to my brother, All-American, #1 recruit football player, JOSHUA Perry. Notice how I said his name is Joshua, not Josh. All of a sudden, people just go around shortening peoples' names, without their permission. This has been bothering him as of late, but he does sort of have a valid point. I mean, if someone started just calling me Wes without my permission, I would have a problem with it. Granted nowadays that I introduce myself to people as Wes, this doesn't really bother me. But people just call Joshua Josh on a regular basis. Let it be known that he'll make himself clear to you that his name is not Josh if you call him that.

2. This is something that I thought of a few minutes ago. Don't know why, but it just happened. But here it is: STOP USING THE N WORD! This is a message for everyone, but especially African-Americans. Why do we as a people think it's right to use it? It doesn't matter if it's spelled with the -a or the -er ending. It's still very offensive and degrading. The background of that word should be enough for people to stop using it. But yet people still use it freely like it's no big deal. It's portrayed in American culture as being alright to use because rappers use that word so much. It's not ok for ANYONE to use. I just felt like I needed to get this off of my chest.

More annoying stuff

This is not in any way a complaint, but just something I have been noticing lately. While walking to class today, I saw a girl wearing an OSU hoodie and leggings... That appeared to be all she was wearing. Apparently wearing pants is an option now. I'll keep that in mind for when I don't feel like wearing pants. Like, I said, I'm not complaining (because it's been almost a month since I became an adult, and she was kinda cute...), but I am 100% sure her parents would've been disappointed, thinking they had raised her better. If I had a daughter (not making that mistake...), she would have better respect for herself than to just go out in leggings and a hoodie. Maybe leggings and a dress, but that's when she's out of my house (If I ever make the mistake of having kids [especially if they're girls], they're gonna hate me, because they are gonna wear pants or dresses/skirts that go to the floor). If I were to see her in just leggings and a hoodie, I would beat the black off of her behind. I don't care if she's 12 or 32. She is not gonna degrade herself like that and dress like a harlot. It's bad enough that music these days degrades women, and now people like this girl are making that legitimate. My point being, for women to always be respectable of themselves and be sure that what you're wearing is tasteful. Otherwise, just know that another creepy guy like me (or you may be lucky enough to get me) will write a post like this about you. I'm done for now.

Annoying stuff

So... I like to think of myself as a chill guy, but lately, I've been bothered by a few things. I don't know if it's the fact that I can write a note like this and not get yelled at by my parents (They probably will, but I'm not gonna be home for a while), but I've decided to put this here for a whopping 7 people to read. You're welcome, 7 people.

1. When people call me a creep on Facebook.

The way I see it is that it's not creeping if you put it on the internet for your friends to see. So If I happen to know your address or how many guys you've had sex with or you receive a phone call or a text message from me randomly knowing you didn't give me your number, that's on you. They make Facebook messaging for a reason.

2. Women... Told you it was coming.

Women... So great but so confusing. A lot of them go on and complain about guys who hurt them, but yet, they still want them. Like, seriously? There are so many guys out there who will treat you all like queens, but they are the ones who are getting ignored. So, the next time I hear about the guy who hurt you for the 583rd time, I will be less sympathetic.

3. If you want to know this one, you can send me a message, since I don't feel comfortable putting it out here on my page. It's not bad, but if someone who it concerns reads it, they won't be very happy with my comment.

4. Being called white... By white people.

This has lessened ever since I've gone to college, but I wanna put it out there anyway. I am NOT white. Just because I am an articulate African-American male and don't fall into the Black stereotype (which I find very offensive and base), doesn't mean that I am white on the inside. I'm sorry that I don't sag my jeans and listen to ignorant rap "music" and that I want to leave a positive legacy. And for the record, I do like fried chicken.

5. Perfect pitch is not a superpower.

That one is self explanatory. I'm just a regular old musician who can hear things that some people can't. It's not that big of a deal. It's been pretty refreshing meeting other musicians in college who have it. This one hasn't been bothering me too much, aside from the occasional out of tune piano, but oh well.

Aside from the rants about how terrible music is today (there will be plenty more, don't worry), that's it. Hope you find this entertaining.

MORE STUFF THAT'S BEEN GRINDING MY GEARS...

6. Why Herbie's songs?

After hearing about this myth that the Monsters Inc. theme was Dolphin Dance, I had to check it out for myself. Low and behold, I found said statement to be true. This brought me back to Hairspray and how one of the songs is Watermelon Man (which I made a joke out of and got in trouble, hence the middle name Bedrock [which is NOT real]. I'm still unhappy about it.) Anyways, I just hope that one day Herbie Hancock sees what's going on and says "what the hell Disney and the Hairspray people! I don't go around stealing your stuff!" then sues them for it. Now that I'm done rambling for now, I'm gonna go make a movie and rip off Chameleon while I'm at it.

YES, this is my note from Facebook. I needed to start somewhere!