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.