The Weeknd, ADHD, and Christmas

First things first:  I don't know why (or how) I'm so late to the game on this one, but if you're in the middle of a music drought, allow me to refill your Nalgene.  Stop what you're doing, and go download both mixtapes out there by The Weeknd. 



I'll let the bona fide music blogs take care of the who-he-is and where-he's-from, but in the interest of self-exploration, I need to go a little further with this.  I'm geeking over the kid for a few reasons, but I really can't put my finger on any single one of them.  It would be really, really easy to classify The Weeknd as just another R&B singer, except he isn't.  Aside from the near-perfect production of both albums, there's so much meat to his music.  Most of it is really dark, and some of it is scary (lots of references to hard narcotics and girls who turned his heart callous - sound familiar?).  But all of that said, The Weeknd (pronounced "The Weakened") is genuinely incredible.  Amid the shock of the content, the realness seeps through the wrapping paper. Never mind the fact that he's a weapons-grade vocalist and a spectacular songwriter; in the music game, what separates the men from the boys is the lasting effect of the product they're selling, and in this case, I was sold from the first note.  So check him out. 

Sorry, folks.  I know it's been a while since I last posted an entry.  Emma has been totally lapping me.  By the way, if you aren't reading her shit, I would highly suggest you hop on board that pony.  She's good. 

Over the course of the past few years, I've gotten progressively more likely only to write when I have something to write about.  But that sucks, because by the time I'm in a position to document my diatribe, I no longer want to.  By then, I'm way more interested in doing whatever it takes to convince myself that I'm "too tired to write", which, 99% of the time, is complete shit.  I'm never too tired to write.  If ever you hear me say that, I'm lying, and you should stab me.

But seriously - I'm going to put forth a real effort to write more often, despite the fact that I said the exact same thing in my last entry.

So check it out:  Emma, Stephanie, Kaitlyn and I were at lunch yesterday (I guess you could call it that - I had two coffees and a Mimosa while the girls ate entrees that collectively weighed approximately three bricks), and amid telling a story that I guess wasn't that interesting, I was inadvertently cut off seven times by my so-called friends who, I guess, had more important things to discuss.  It was then when I realized something kind of interesting:  I would theorize that every human being in the world has some level of ADHD, but the only ones who get prescribed medication for it are the ones who talk a lot.  Think about it:  if you have ADHD, but you also have a hard time verbalizing your feelings, no one would ever know, so no one would ever know to do anything for you.  I came to this conclusion after hanging out with three girls who are both easily diverted and incredibly vocal.  I befriend these three dorks, and my prize is a startling yet practically pointless theory on the human brain. Excellent.

Here's another thing I want to talk about:  I didn't get a Christmas Tree this year, and I am really, really down about it.  As a matter of fact, barring the Christmas music on 103.7, I've been without the spirit pretty much all season.  Sure - I had the fifth-annual Austin Reed Christmas Party, and it was a blast.  But something is just missing this year, and I can't help but feel like it might because I didn't get a tree.  It's really a disappointing thing, because those of you who know me personally know that I am an absolute nerd about Christmas.  Seriously.  I love it.  Last year, I dedicated an entire day to getting my tree, setting it up, and inviting my friends over to help me decorate it.  This year, I've instead dedicated entire days to lying on my couch watching Netflix and slobbering on myself.  In other news, I still don't have a girlfriend, and that looks to be just about the only certain thing in my life right now.

Welp, that's about it for today.  I'm undergoing an elongated ADHD spell myself, so if I don't watch it, I might end up cooking my laptop and/or blogging on a pound of ground beef. 

Actually, now I think I might be having a stroke or something.  I'm getting out of here. 

yankeehotelfoxtrot,
TRR