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Boxie Breakdown 10- The Party that changed everything…pt.1

22 Jun

I just recently got invited to a party and I’m honestly not very excited…if its a real good friend of mine’s party I usually do what I can to be there or to make it up to them if I can’t but if not then I often show up late, show up with a buddy of mine or I just don’t go…ya see this is a bit of an unknown fact, few know abt me, I’m actually a pretty shy guy at my core.

I know someone, with over 20,000 tweets, 100 YouTube vids and his own Freakin blog is prob anything but shy but believe it or not I am…I have no problem meeting ppl & get along with everyone I meet for most part. That being said, I like the pressure to be lessened a little so I like to bring along a buddy, its just easier. Therefore, if all else fails I have my pal to hang with me (esp bc most of my friends want to leave said events that I ask them to come along to). Thus, if the party is lame I can talk to my pal, or we can even leave & figure out something else to do.

With that being said its time for a little backstory…

In 2010, I was in a bit of a bad place love life wise (some may argue I’ve never left said place but this is my blog so ill go with it). I spent most of the year dating this girl Marla on and off, even though I knew it never really was going anywhere. Ya see, I felt like I ruined things for myself with Marla so I basically worked all year trying to get Marla back so that I can prove to myself (and everyone else) that I wasnt going to fail with her (pretty immature, I know but remember this blog is able to happen based on all of the experiences I’ve had so hang in there). Anywho while this was going on, id go out with my friends, id talk to girls, get numbers and get in touch with none of them.

I think my idea was that because things were still open with Marla I didn’t care to meet anyone else so even when I did go out with other ppl I was just doing so to pass the time until I could get back with Marla…Finally in December of 2010 Marla and I had agreed to be official! (If you’re cheering you can stop it really was probably only bc once Marla came back the third time I had told her that if she didnt want to freakin do this she could keep walking and so she decided to give this a “real chance”…like that Otown song was it? Anyway it was whatevs) Anyways, on December 30, a co worker (Darleen) invited me to her new years eve eve party (remember this, its important) and Marla agreed to come with… However, we couldn’t get to Darleens party bc Marlas flight got delayed and even  though she said I could go without her, I decided it would be more fun to wait at Laguardia Airport until 4am for Marlas flight (you can roll your eyes I am as well).

Marla and I continued to date until finally we actually had a legit break up over the phone on January 13th 2011.  During this call, I told Marla we were totally finished (she wanted to casually date again for a fourth time) and I was gonna go out no strings attached and do me…
This is exactly what I did, I did the exact thing you probably shouldnt do when going through a breakup, drink in excess and party with your friends every night you can! (now you can cheer) If there was an event, I went and I usually dragged Trent or Blahren (my best female friend) with me, a few times even Clarence! I was making sure to have an aboslute blast and not give a damn about anything else.  I had vowed that I needed some time to be single, enjoy spending time with my friends and just enjoy life! I had even set up a trip to Boston with Trent and Clarence for a weekend at the end of January (its customary, whenever I have a breakup a trip is usually set up within the next few weeks.  It is also customary that whenever I usually vow to spend time having fun and being single it doesn’t last too long, but I don’t want to jump ahead)

The next week I was talking to Darlene at work & she asked if I was still seeing Marla. (Whenever Darlene would ask what my plans for the weekend were Id say Marla and I were doing something and often roll my eyes…I didn’t do this bc I disliked Marla but more bc I was frustrated with our situation…but it led to many ppl wondering why I was still with ole Marls) I had proudly proclaimed to Darlene that I wasn’t and that it was time I did me for a while ( you can prob make a joke there about doing myself but let’s not and say we did shall we?) and just hung out. Darlene said this was great bc if I was looking for things to do & wanted to come to her bday it was at the same place as the last party she had that I blew off.

I agreed and was pumped for another reason to go have a good time with some friends, besides I knew that it woulda been quite shitty to blowoff another one of Darlene’s parties…so I knew I was going, now the question was who would I bring, would it be my buddy Trent? Clarence? Maybe Barns and his fiance Dame? I searched high and low but nobody was able to go.

I was in quite a pickle, this just absolutely sucked. I didn’t want to go to this party alone but I also didn’t want to let a co worker down blowing off two of her parties in three weeks! Finally a few other co workers said they were gonna go & one was even gonna bring a friend for me (I typically hate being set up but thats another story for another time)…alright I mayve not been the closest with these co workers but desperate times right? It was time to party!

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Boxie Breakdown 9- A life on the road is a life for me pt.2

9 Jun

Now since these posts are more abt the travel ill fastforward to Sunday! Our plan for Sunday was to hit up Cooperstown once more and then get back on the road to Bing by 3pm…That morning I got a call from Nat saying her trip back to school had ended  a bit early and if possible shed love to see me that night…I told her to go fuck herself :D

Ok ok ok while that mayve been what I shouldve said I instead avoided excuses and said Absolutely! (You’ll soon learn that as badass as I’d love to be it just doesn’t ever really happen) I mean what the hell, I would surely be able to squeeze a trip to south jersey into my trip, why the heck not? So we went from Oneonta to Cooperstown (amazing town and a must for baseball fans) and at 3pm went from Cooperstown back to Bing and I said so long to Dafe!

Dafe was not out of my car more then 5 mins before that dreaded check engine light came on…now this sucked! Ya see I had work the next day (rule  of thumb is you don’t call out the day after you’re out on vacation or it looks like you enjoyed that vacation a little too much) so logic would say get your ass back home or even back to Dafe’s and figure out my next move, right? Not how I operate, off to south jersey I went praying my car would be able to power through like it had done so many times before!

I did make it south Jersey to hang out with Natalie and I never told her abt the check engine light as she had been on me to upgrade the vehicle ASAP (easier said then done, however, esp bc these weekend getaways while great often have a decent pricetag attached in the end).  I made it back to south jersey at abt 830 so I again banged out a more respectable 5 and a half hrs on the road…

Finally I had one more obstacle which would be getting from south jersey to queens the next morning.   So I got up at five AM said goodbye to Nat and her mom (awk I know let it go) and while hoping against hope I made it home and to work on time in a swift 2 hours! As a side my car did die imediately after work and needed repairs the next day but the fact was it got me all over the place and where I needed to be. 

So in the end in the span of three days I went from Queens-Bing-Oneonta-Cooperstown-Back to Bing- to South Jersey- and then finally back to Bayside….all in the name of an unforgettable weekend getaway!

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Boxie Breakdwon 7- And the winner of this fight is…zzzzz

8 Jun

August 28th, 2010

Have you noticed I jump around quite a bit…anyways now that  I’ve gotten into what it means to avoid excuses I can get into how this mantra ends up killing a bit of fun for yours truly… August 28th was the final day of my firs trip to the Poconos.  I absolutely love everything about the Poconos and this trip is what started it all.  We had been there for a week and I was pooped.  Ya see, going anywhere with my sister, KSM, you basicallly are constantly on the go from the beginning of our vacation until the end.  You don’t get a moment to rest and this is actually how I love vacations so it works.  Anyways after a long week, I was spent and ready to return home.  The problem was a boxie-less week was weighing down on my pals back home and a bunch of people were waiting to hang out upon my arrival back to New York.  My buddy Stan had called me up the night before and had asked if I would like to watch UFC 118 at his place, of course!  I also remembered my buddy Barns was having a bbq and so I figured if that started at 7, I’d have three hours with Barns and co. then catch UFC with Stan at 10.  Cool!

So we end up leaving the Poconos at about 3pm which meant we should be back in NY by 7, I could nap for an hour and then head to Barns’ place because who really shows up on time to gatherings?  I mean there is nothing worse than that one awkward guy who shows on time and then the host is stuck entertaining that first guest until finally another guest shows up and the party really kicks off.  I like a crowd there already so im usually a solid hour or two late.  Still two hours at Barns’ place… no big deal! 

On the way home I get a call from my buddy Dafe who ended up getting home and wanted to hang for a bit to see if I was ok (I had a broken wrist at the time) and wanted to grab some ice cream because he was getting ready to go on a family cruise the next day whereh e would be gone for a week…I knew I had to get to Barns but I figured I would ditch my nap and hang with Dafe for a bit.  (Never a good idea to ditch a nap, sometimes a cat nap could really make all the difference in whether you can be a human being or not during the night ahead, so take 30 mins if you can before going out, also not the best plannign to get ice cream before heading to a bbq but I giuess that isn’t here nor there) Anyways Dafe and I shoot the shit and I end up getting to Barns at 8:45!

Now I’m at Barns place eating some good food and really having a nice time.  I always enjoy Barns’ group of friends and it was good to finally sit down and relax after a long ass day, well, for about 45 minutes, see the UFC event was 50 bucks and Stan was depending on me to watch the show with him and pay for half of the event.  I couldn’t let him down.  So I had to break my number one bbq rule and head out right after eating.  (I hate people who typically stop by events, I mean how smug!  Of course when people “stop by” a bbq this basically is their way of getting some grub for free and then continuing their night) Well this was the plan, until Sasha, a friend of both mine and Barns (her and I have a bit of a love-hate friendship) had enough of ole B Nigs (me). Sasha immediately called me out in front of everyone saying she was sick of me showing up for only ten mins (never actually ten mins I try to at least stay for an hour) of every event I went to and acting like I was too cool for everyone then going off else where and continuing my night!  This was a ludicrous proclamation and I was stunned she had made it!  I looked around for support but even Barns left me hanging here!  Sasha was right!  I didn’t actually think I was too cool it was just because of trying to fit all plans into one night I never really did hang around and enjoy myself.  Thus, Stan and asked if we could just catch the replay of that night’s event…(Imagine youre Stan for a second…all excited to see UFC and now having to wait until 1 AM to watch!).  I ended up hanging for hours at Barns place and had a real nice time until Victor (another Barns friend) decided to ruin the rest of my night saying ”Hey guys check it out old ass Randy Couture ending up winning his fight tonight” ( There is nothing worse then watching a sports event on delay especially when you know the results) Anyways the BBQ at Barns place ended and everyone went home and probably to bed.  Everyone except me who was off to Stan’s at 12:30, still napless mind you! 

Knowing Stan got the raw deal of my Boxie Nigma running and gunning day, I showed up to his place jacked for UFC and doing all I can to hype this show.  I also tried to make it seem like I thought Couture was going to lose (A little reverse psychology at its finest!) I laid down on Stan;’s couch to watch some UFC and it felt like it flew right by, it was just great!  I got up to go home at 3:30 AM (surprisingly not even that exhausted), I thanked Stan for ordering the show and told him we def had to do it again.  Stan laughed and said “For sure Box, except next time maybe you can actually be awake for some of the show!” Oops…

 

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Boxie Breakdown 6- Avoid Excuses

8 Jun

I can’t tell you where exactly it came from, I can’t tell you how it exactly started but I Boxie Nigma am in fact allergic to excuses.  I want to first make something clear, avoiding excuses is not an easy way to live by any means.  I mean let’s start with the main reason why people make excuses in the first place… because they are trying to look for a reason to get out of doing something.  Many times excuses are said in order to either make the person giving them feel better or justified why something either has or has not occurred or to make the person that said individual is doing something with feel better or understand why that individual can’t do something. 

Let’s throw an example out there.  Little Eddie has a bday party and he invites big bad Joey to come to this party.  BBJ tells LE he is so gonna be there hanging and banging at said party and has every intention of doing so but then the party approaches and BBJ no longer wants to go.  Ya see something else has come up for BBJ or he just doesn’t want to go to the party anymore.  Rather then BBJ calling LE and saying ”hey sorry but hot supermodel Tanya is having a party so deuces loser I’m not coming to your party” or “sorry LE but I don’t wanna come to your party” or just blowing it off altogether no call no show…BBJ calls up and says something like this (And you know some smarmball has used these excuses at one time or another) “Hey bud sorry I can’t be there tonight because the weather is so crappy, I have work in the morning and I have no ride so I wouldn’t want to travel so far and not be able to drink.” Well any of those excuse are a whole shit load of lame and I just have always hated them. Whenever I am hit with any of those three I usually do the whack off symbol or flip off the phone and forget that.  Therefore, I made it my goal to simply avoid excuses at all costs, if there was a way then I would attend every event usually at the expense of my own health.  There was no “too far” there was no “I have work in the morning” nope I became the exception to the rule and in the end I had a lot of pride, well, most of the time. 

Now when I say I avoided excuses many of you probably think ok big deal so do I and you might but I want to make it clear to the extent that I, at times, lived and died by this mantra so here it goes…

-I started working when I was 17 and from that point on I have either worked a job and went to school or worked multiple jobs.  Some of my friends did not start working when I did but you better believe that whether it was a 13 hr day followed by another 13 hr day or whatever the circumstance, if I was invited to go out, I didn’t want to let anyone down, so out I went!

-In college when I was given a paper or I had a test, many times I would sit down to do the paper and someone would call me with a crisis…the crisis would usually take hours to deal with so I would spend numerous hours on the phone before finally getting down to do my paper and then (After pulling countless all nighters) I would go to class. 

-When multiple events were taking place in one evening, I would not choose the best one, I would find a way to show face at every single  event so that nobody could say that I didn’t show up…Most of my days were in fact spent running and gunning!

I feel like this is always the way that I was and how I expected everyone else to be but when I started dating Natalie last year, my avoid excuses blew up and I became a non stop machine who legitimately made no excuse. If there was a will better believe there was a way.  Ya see Natlie lived 75 miles from me in Southern New Jersey ( I live in New york) so this was by all intents and purposes a long distance relationship.  Thus, there’s basically an unspoken bond that you will only see each other maybe once a week, if that much.  This is of course the case if you aren’t in a long distance relationship with Boxie Nigma.  I made sure that Nat and I saw each other 3-4 times a week.  I’ll get into the specifics as I continue to post but legit I would work 60 hrs a week and still find time to see Nat for 4 days of the week.  I feel a lot of the time the reason for this was people telling me there was no way to make it work.  People would say dude you look exhausted go home and go to bed…to bed?  I couldn’t go to bed, no way!  Ya see, to me this would be looking weak or admitting all of this was too much and that just isn’t in my DNA.  If things are difficult I immediately go into lets figure out how we can make this happen and by any means I usually do. 

So there ya have it a little back ground into what avoiding excuses is all about.  It isn’t always pretty but it’s the way that I choose to live.  I want to live everyday to the fullest and excuses ruin this plan.  I have pissed off a lot of people with this mantra who don’t want to even tell me why they can’t attend or make an event but I’m fine with this.  What I’m not fine with, however, is that it seems of late this mantra has caught up to me a bit.  I told you all in the beginning of this post that avoiding excuses wasn’t easy and throughout these future posts you will see how this mantra has at times come back to bite me in the ass.  Though for better or worse I still try to do my best to avoid excuses every chance I get!

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Boxie Breakdown 3- What If I just went to the freakin doctor?

31 May

Tuesday March 27th, 2012

Sandra- Whoa are you okay?

BN- Yeah that’s nothing just watch the movie I’m good!

But I wasn’t…ya Sandra was the last girl that I was seeing, we dated for a brief period and were now at this point an “exclusive item”…I had been in her town that night meeting up with an old friend and had stopped by her place to drop off some dessert and to watch a movie (It was Our Idiot Brother, I had seen it in theaters but she said she wanted me to pick it up so I pretended I hadn’t seen it- bad move btw no matter how good a movie is if I’ve seen it I’ll probably wanna talk through the movie or do anything other than watching it a second time).  The movie began and suddenly I started having a sharp pain in my stomach, I had been having this pain on an off but i did what most (somewhat) immaturely stubborn dudes would do… I assumed it was fine and ignored it :D …anyways as the movie continued my stomach started almost groaning and making a wishy-washy sound.  Now, don’t worry I’m not telling a gross tale here of me having to use the bathroom because I didn’t have to it was just a weird recurring thing.  Sandra was growing increasingly worried about my stomach and told me I should probably go see a doctor about this problem and she was right.  As a matter of fact, I knew I was on borrowed, avoiding the doctor, time but I had the GRE’s coming up and so I was still trying to avoid the problem and just work around it in case it was a serious problem. 

Something you should probably know about me, I work three jobs for four of the five days during the week, most weeks I work 13 hrs a day during each one of the four days.  thus, it isn’t easy for me to simply call out of work or be sick because I can’t really afford to miss work as it leads to a messy sitch in which I need to call out of all of my jobs…not fun!.  Thus, the next morning while I was at work I had called to see when the next appointment I could make with the doctor and I was told Monday, April 2nd! Not awful all I needed to do now was sit in pain the rest of the week and get through one more weekend before figuring out what was wrong (Yes I had the GREs but hey at least Wrestlemania was on April 1st!).   Time past and on Friday I was reminded about a meeting I had on Monday that was all fancy and “can’t miss” so I had to push the appt back to Thursday.  I figured that if I could deal with the faulty stomach this long what would be the big deal if I waited another few days right?  Besides, Thursday would be great because I could figure out what was wrong before Friday, the next time I was seeing Sandra!  Biggity Bangity Boom and away we go everybody is happy…at least everyone was until Thursday!

Thursday started out like any other sick day for yours truly, I woke up at 7AM to call out of work and I explained to my boss I was taking the day off to finally get my stomach looked at, I was wished luck and I went back to sleep until 11:30 and then woke up to get to my appt at 12 (Don’t judge me! If  I have a rare day off I’m getting some sleep and if I have an appt anytime noon or ealrier, then I’m sleeping until the last possible second before the appointment). I remember there not being too many people on the highway and I was excited because I was actually going to make it there about 10 minutes early for my appointment (as opposed to my usual barely making it there exactly on time or even a minute or two late).  I was on the exit ramp about to make a right at a stop sign waiting to be able to merge onto oncoming traffic and it looked like I was shit outta luck until the light down the street was going to turn.  I noticed a car approaching from behind me and also noticed it wasn’t slowing down.  I thought, my lord if this car doesn’t slow down, she’s going to…CRASH!!!!….suddenly I felt like someone had hit me with a baseball bat to my lower back (WCW sting syle maybe?).

I immediately had two questions but couldn’t put them together…1) Shit what was that loud ass noice? and 2) Holy hell what the hell just happened to my back? The answers to both became obvious, I had been hit and hit hard!  Long Island we had a problem!

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Boxie Breakdown 1- And Away We Go

29 May

Chick:”…And it’s just disheartening because I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to find anyone else…but what about you have you ever dated anyone?

BN: Me? Ha! I feel like at this point not necessarily by choice I’m a grizzled young vet, im 25 years old with 35 years of life experience

Chick: really? well now im interested, do tell!

BN: well how much time do you have?

  And this conversation between me and this chick just a few weeks ago gave me the idea for this entire sha-bang…It’s true that I have always been fascinated with blogs, the idea of somebody mastering a specific topic and sharing their opinions/stories of a topic to the entire world and people actually giving a damn is just awesome!  Over the past year, a relationship I was involved in (I’ll probably get into quite a bit of this at some point but this is just the introduction so be patient) had me on the road for about 20+ hours a week.  At first it was really neat jamming out to some of my favorite tunes and discovering all new sorts of music but when you’re sitting in bumper to bumper traffic going from New York to New Jersey there’s only so far music can take you.   Thus, I spent a lot of time on the AM dial flipping between WFAN, ESPN Radio and yes traffic updates letting me know how much longer the torturous road of traffic was going to last.  This also was going pretty well but after a while there was only so long I could hear about the specifics of the NBA lockout before again I got itchy for new ways to keep me entertained.  One night while I had some free time (ok I don’t ever have free time I was probably in the midst of travel or heck maybe I was working but I digress) I noticed an interview with pro wrestler Colt Cabana. I had always admired Colt for doing things on his own and being able to stay relevant in the professional wrestling industry without the backing of any major wrestling company so I was interested in what Colt was up to.  I heard him mention how he had started his own podcast (The Art of Wrestling podcast) and had been doing it for about six months!

The heavens had opened, birds were chirping and Joseph Gordon Levitt was dancing down the street (Anything? no? ok I’ll just drop it).  This was great news for yours truly, a wrestler had started to create his own podcast talking about professional wrestling and interviewing other wrestlers about something they were all passionate about.  I was in! During about the next 2 months on the road I had gotten through every single AOW podcast.  I was blown away with how Colt told a mix of his own experiences and was then able to use his conversation with his peers as well as current events to offer opinions about the professional wrestling industry and life in general!  It had become suddenly very exciting to go for that drive to New Jersey.  Three hours of podcasts to listen almost became the delicious appetizer to my main course waiting for me when I finally got to NJ (The girl slapstick smh). 

As I thought about what Colt was doing I thought damn I wish I had the free time to do something like this I mean shit I have enough experiences that I think people should wanna know about them.  Well, whether I like it or not, right now I do.  Ya see last month I was rear ended by a lady (car accident, mind out of the gutter slapstick) and so because of this I’m now currently out of work…as I sit here today on May 28th, 2012 at a quarter to 3 in the morning., I will not have another shift of work until June 26th at the earliest. I’ll get into my condition but what this amounts to is for the first time in about two years I have some time to myself and some actual free time to concentrate on some things I haven’t had time to do so.  A few years ago I tried to really go the route of Colt and many others by doing a wrestling blog but after a while I got pretty tired being limited to just doing wrestling and there was only so many times I could ask my dad or my buddy Barnaby (ya know what for this blog, I’ll be referring to Barnaby as Barns and on a somewhat related note, ole Barns is actually a very a talented blogger in his own right) to read my thoughts on the wrestling industry or my experiences in em so I’m not going to go down that road again…

Nope instead this is a blog about my life, I really have lived a ton over the past four years that I have been out of college and while I guess I don’t know it all…I think I do! I’ve also become very passionate about life and the ways that people live throughout their lives.  I’ve made some mistakes and in other instances have totally rocked but in each and every one of these experiences I’ve learned something.  I’ve noticed that a lot of the times while I’m out with my friends I’m usually telling stories.  I’ll often tell one bud a story and then when we meet up with other buds, they’ll say “omg Box, did you tell so and so that story you told me the other day?” and so I usually tell the stories again and again often eliciting laughter, boredom,passion,  my buddy Clarence usually stares at his phone, questions, opinions, and it’s just good times so I feel like why not bring all of that here.  What’s also great is that a lot of my friends often tell just as many (okay probably a little less as I tend to be wordy) great stories and what not that I can reminisce about here as well as they will add to our excitement. 

Okay I’kll have to cut you off right there, I’ve mentioned that I tend to be wordy and heck I don’t want to lose your attention but don’t fret this piece is only going to be a two parter and unless you get the updates of this site sent to your phone (can you do that? If so hell yes you should get Boxie Updates to your phone!) part two is probably already up so be patient and you be well!

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