Loser Love Diaries 6

Types of girls to avoid:

- single girls who have dogs, because when they have dogs, they are seeking to replace their loneliness with a dog, which never ends well and they can often be, well, crazy
- girls who take too long getting ready
- girls who barely let you speak because they're taking up all the air trying to explain how every last second of her miserable life is so immensely more strenuous than yours will ever likely be
- excessively superficial girls
- girls who have no hobbies apart from shopping, getting dressed, showering, applying makeup, taking selfies or eating or girls who serve no purpose apart from standing there and looking pretty.
- girls who expect normalcy and won't let you be yourself for every moment when you stray from such nonsense as "normalcy"
- girls with egos
- hipster girls (same thing as having a massive ego, essentially)
- girls who only initially talk to you because they find you attractive (that's when you know you have a real winner on your hands and your candle-lit dinner conversations are going to be profound and your relationship will be more than a lust-driven superficial relationship)

You know who you are.

A Blog about a Blog: Something I actually care about

In my journalism course here at Marquette, I am beholden to produce content for my new Weebly site. Visit my site, if you so dare.

It is pitiful. I never wanted to make it. Nor cover the Virginian-Pilot. Who cares about mainstream news? Not I.

I bit my lip and continued to write for my journalism course. A few days prior, though, I created something I am truly proud of.

That is MarquetteMotors.com. My brainchild. My life and love centered around cars, all wrapped up in a hard, candy shell. Or website.

So to turn this blog post into more of a persuasive essay, why can't I simply continue perusing a form of journalism for which I actually give a you-know-what about? It makes no sense. None whatsoever.

I recently read chapter two of JournalismNext by Mark Briggs, as per class assignment. And everything  the book described were all the trials and tribulations I am now facing with MarquetteMotors. So why can't I go forth with MarquetteMotors, rather than fiddle around with a silly, user-UN-friendly, unintuitive Weebly, for which I have little care or concern?

In fact, I am learning more with my own website than I think I ever will with that silly Weebly site. And most of that information is self-taught!

I figure this comes from me actually caring about what I'm writing about...? Small wonder, Marquette.

I care about my topics, I care about being ahead of the curve, I care about producing content on a daily and thus, timely basis and most of all, I care about my readership. All of which was described by JournalismNext. So don't tell me I didn't do my homework.

Evolve, Marquette University's journalism program. Evolve.

My Instagram Attempts

Over the past two days I have found myself completely engulfed in Instagram. I cannot believe how much fun it is to take my [car] photos and add a few filters, brightener and blur effects.

 I think it's the app's ease of use that makes it so addictive. I mean, it's so simplistic. Who comes up to you and says, "Man, have you tried out this new program?! It's called Photoshop!" By comparison, Photoshop is like molecular physics. 

Also, the speed at which you can produce (churn) pieces of art (shit) out is unparalleled. I include those parentheses because most of the content on Instagram really doesn't deserve filters or any of the other effects the app offers because they're crap with or without the filters. 

People like to feel like they're professionals, when in actuality, they don't deserve half of the attention or support they've garnered. Little do they realize you can take a picture of feasibly anything, Instagramize it and it'll turn out at least alright. 

And yes, I realize, all I damn post are car pictures. Get over it.

I don't know about you, but I think my "work" is a step above the majority of the selfies and wannabe-hipster landfill that take up the majority of Instagram's server storage.

You be the judge.

If I'm honest, the black and white photo above this very text is absolutely exquisite. 

This almost looks like a toy.

Give me your feedback, like always there is room for improvement, or so I'm told.

2 Cents on Shopper's Remorse and One's Core Values

By: Michael Lenoch

Every time I have purchased virtually anything, I have felt some degree of remorse. Be that a far cry from my bohemian roots, or how I grew to perceive the world and distinguish the value of hard-earned money, I am what one may call a "Saducee".



For all my life I have thought in terms of extremes. Take a car for example, and what young boys hope to one day do with them: to customize or upgrade. I envisioned any number of modestly priced cars I hoped to one day assume from the standpoint of a ten-year-old, fully decked out in anything from improved exhaust systems, to mildly necessary body kits, purely for cosmetic and unique purposes. The other side of the spectrum exposes one of my core values as well. By the earlier end of my teenager years (which are currently in progress), I hoped [and still do] to move to Germany, and to appreciate what truly matters in life, outside all of the glamour and glitz that occupies our unquestionably secular lives. Sure, I do in fact take time to relax in my backyard, not only by playing soccer, but also taking my dog on walks throughout the unadulterated plot of 8.8 acres of land that sits alongside the yard. At the United States' core, essentially every citizen has the ambition to achieve that particular person's ideal extent of wealth or success. This is not a negative thing per se, but capitalism does indeed by its very nature, promote an expansionist-like ambition in many of the workers that blissfully reside within it. To provide a concrete example, imagine the 8.8 acre plot of land that sat near my backyard. Sadly, within a few years, that very plot of land could very well be gobbled up by some young and inspiring real estate agent trying to get a buck or two. Therein lies on a microcosmic level, how as populations across the world grow, "vacant", or otherwise wildlife-inhabited parts of the world will continue to diminish.

Recently, I took the time to very briefly snoop my sister's room and view her numerous treasures that render her carpet ostensibly invisible. Lying throughout her room, which is larger than that of my own, were absurdly tall leather, and presumably expensive boots that I was shocked to witness my sister's possession of them. Over the past few years, day after day, my family's computer's Internet Explorer tabs would be occupied by Nordstrom's, Neiman Marcus, and Free People shopping carts, ready to buy hundred-dollar shoes, boots, jewelry, dresses, skirts, and God knows what else. This is in all my expressible honesty, a travesty to use the fewest possible words of the English language. I ask for so little from my parents, yet day after day, my sister inevitably will insist on them ordering her a new article of clothing online, or them dropping her off at a high-profile, opulent mall, that mind you, is not what one would call "close".

But from a different perspective, this circumstance can be viewed as healthy for me. As I witness my own sister ask for anything that will supposedly lead to her heart's content, I know that having such a materialistic outlook on life is bound to lead to failure or ultimate discontent. By asking for such an innumerable amount each month, my father begins to think he is buying my sister love. Saying "thank you" in most cases is an empty gesture, devoid of meaning or spirit. I haven't the slightest clue as to how my father would understand a "thank you" or even a sign of appreciation, such as a smile, or a gasp of excitement as she would witness the package for the first time as a gesture of love. I think as of late, my sister's unreasonable desire for clothing and accessories has somewhat slowed, and my father has realized taking out checks for things that truly are not quite so important in life are not top-priority.

The Profoundness of a Mirror-Inspiration

By: Michael Lenoch

Last year, I attended a public high school for my freshman year, and was met by a tremendous sense of a mirror, or opposite inspiration due to my relatively fervent effort and high hopes to one day reach the private Catholic high school I originally should have set my sights on prior to beginning high school.

But now that I currently attend the Catholic high school I worked so hard to get into, I have found it more difficult to work just as hard as I did at the public high school, as there are fewer stupid individuals to live as the opposite of.

And by that account, I believe it was so easy to work hard at the public high school because of the utter stupidity, laziness, and gluttony I witnessed of illegal substances teens are notorious for such as weed and alcohol. I think the poor attendance and lack of effort I witnessed at the public school provided a constant, opposite inspiration of a terrible work ethic and lifestyle that I was committed never to never live by.