Evan Edinger

Ya know? I don’t know why people hate buying college books so much. It’s not so bad! Sure, the Rowan bookstore would like to charge me $677.95 for the 6 used books I need for my 5 courses, but any person out there with half a brain knows not to buy from them. Even amazon is pricey at times. Anyway, I used half.com for all of my books. Most I got from half.com were new and I still only paid $380. 1 book was $150 and another $130, the others I got for $10-$60. Nice. 

Today was a good day. Lazy, but good. I ate pizza whoah omgsh really?!?! and I worked a bit on my new solid state hybrid drive for my MacBook Pro. You be all “lol you made fun of people like you in your latest video” and my response is, “no, I did not”. I do not flaunt my computer, it is awesome to me because it is mine, and I like to talk about different things that I download on it or install to it I suppose.

ANYWAY COOL STUFF

As I walked up the hill to play baseball with the scouts I was greeted with “UH-OH EVAN’S GOT AN OPINION!!!” which was pretty epic. People then started quoting me at parts that I didn’t even think were that funny! I guess those posts that automatically send to facebook were a good idea after all and were shared. Thanks to you’s that do :) 

I’m good at baseball I suppose. I almost hit a grandslam today; I hit a triple that hit all 3 people on base in and I almost made it home, but I decided to play it safe and kinda get chased back to third base. I WAS SO CLOSE THOUGH. It’s okay, I hit like 2 doubles and a nice single RBI too. And I hit a grand slam last year so… lol i’m a braggart

Anywhoodizzle, nice day today. Got some more great filming ideas and of course I got to chat a lot more with an ever-growing friend. If I can somehow pretend moving into college isn’t going to be scary, it is with my new friend and a day like today that I may remember to bring me to a happy place haha. 

Thanks for reading my blog! :) Though I only have 11 tumblr followers, I know lotsa ya read it from twitter or facebook or something. That’s cool. It’s nice to know people are interested in my life. 

I think I may end each post with a subscriber count from YouTube so I don’t spam up twitter too much with it so….. 330.

My stepdad’s been cursing about me upstairs for well over 30 minutes. All I keep hearing is the F word over and over. Guess he’s not happy I found a way to still live on campus without his signature. Boo hoo

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. BAM! 

I don’t know what the Bam was for, but the movie was amazing! They kinda did try to appeal to video game fans a bit which is kinda cool I suppose; even the name of their band was The Sex Bob-ombs! The story was pretty awesome, but the best part of the movie was the cinematics I guess you could say. The way the movie moved was great. Like a cross between a comic book and a video game and a live-actor movie. I’ve never played Viewitful Joe before, but I’d imagine it was that in movie form. One drawback was the movie was quite loud. Overall, I’d give it a 5/5. 

Dinner with Schmucks. Meh

So my friend Molly and I kinda just went into this movie after SPvtW was over and I’m kinda upset that we did. I didn’t fully get to let how awesome SP was sink into my brain before watching Dinner with Schmucks. The movie moved slow at first, and had a few chuckles in time, but overall the movie was just mediocre. I thought at one point it was going to get really good when it started giving Steve Carell’s character (the idiot) a backstory that was quite sad involving his wife cheating on him, but the writers ditched the rest of that and you essentially can forget that happened. You can’t help, but feel sad for Steve Carell’s characters when he’s sad. But that said, essentially situations arose that made the audience go… “oh no, how could it get worse, oh no it did get worse, ahhhhh”  I would not recommend watching this movie; I recommend watching The Office. Movie rating? 3/5

A cool trailer?

This trailer played before the movie for a movie called devil. Everyone in the audience including myself seemed pretty interested in it. It seemed like a really cool movie. Then the words “directed by M. Night Shyamalan came across the scream and the audience groaned in unison. Rather funny. 

I hate being called a piece of shit openly to my face while my mother stands aside and watches. I hate having my belongings that I’ve spent good money on being forcefully used, swept onto the ground or as the case for my shoes and work apron, thrown outside and then being told I am not allowed to go get them; they must sit outside all night. I hate being told that all my money will be taken if I don’t put my money in the bank because you look through my drawers. I have no privacy. If 1 thing is under my bed, which mind you makes great sense for storage, my room will be forcefully torn apart. I hate that I get screamed at in my face for being busy and not being able to return a piano to someone within 1 week, WHICH IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS ANYWAY. I hate that because you’re so out of touch and without a doubt stupid I cannot keep my MacBook on my bed or under my bed or anywhere else….WHERE IT WILL SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST. because you know they do that, well then I’ll have to pay YOU $100 to get MY laptop back and if I argue you will “snap it in half”. I guess when it’s in my backpack I better watch out that my back doesn’t catch fire…especially when it’s off. I hate that you’re so blind in your sheer idiocy you do not see how much of an insane, monster and lunatic you are. Screaming at the top of your lungs because the toaster was left out, because a pillow was out of place. You scream that the issue is disrespect, but how can I respect someone who treats me like such crap. Do you equate a messy room to extreme disrespect? So you in turn disrespect me by shouting profanities and denouncing everything I am. You say I should want to help my family. Why. WHY would I WANT to help my family. Have you not heard what I’m saying? Would I want to help someone like that? Someone who has not called me by my name “EVAN” for so long I can’t remember? Should I respect someone who refers to me as: loser, fag, peabrain, scrud, littleboy, moron, and countless others? Should I respect someone who is constantly trying to become a stone on my shoulder as I do anything that makes me happy? My youtube is gay, I’m never going to do anything with guitar or ukulele and I waste my money on instruments and things to better my computer to allow me to do more with what I like to do. Is it a bad thing that I’m happy doing things that don’t involve machinery? Is it bad that I don’t want to work outside or do manual labor? I’m pretty sure no one does; I’m no exception. Is it bad that I have morals and treat women with respect and don’t view them as sex symbols? This makes me gay? Really? 

I’m moving out to live at Rowan next semester. Ever since the thought even allowed itself in my head you’ve decried it to be stupid and wasteful. That I could use the dorm payments for a car and “live for free at home”. Is money really worth my happiness? My sanity? It is not. I knew I’d move out. It needed to be done. I needed to breath, not because I’d been losing my breath, but because I was being slowly strangled as you’ve done before when you put your hands around my throat saying you “wish you could beat the fuck out of me”. 

The questions I get the most: how does your mother react to this? What does your mother do? Do you tell your mom? 

Ha…hahahaha, well, you see. When I try to discuss these things with my mom and I tell her how I feel she tells him, this devil living in my house, and he becomes enraged equating my feelings with an attempt to “manipulate my mother’s mind against” him. This results in him punching a hole in my wall and grabbing me and slamming me against my bed and ripping my shirt and throwing all of my stuff on the floor. 

So, my mother watches. She watches this beast abuse her son. He’s poisoned her mind to the extent to make her think I have no heart and that I care about her not. So she’ll quip every now and then only to get barked at for silence from this demon. And so the cycle deepens its rut and I further distance myself from everyone here.

I delve into my guitar, my ukulele, my piano, my computer, my YouTube, to seek an escape from this ever-growing hell I live in. I am constantly told I have no friends over and over because I never have people over when he’s home. Do you really think I’d want people over with you there? Really? I had stopped by for 15 minutes to pick up tickets ONCE with my friend Rachel and you went and completely bellowed at me for something stupid and embarrassed me again. You really don’t realize how idiotic and evil you come off do you? At my court of honour I made eagle scout and I had invited Sara and her mom to come to “celebrate my achievement”. But upon arriving home, Mrs. Donnachie was incredibly perturbed at your behaviour and how you treated me so terribly for ONLY 3 HOURS. And that was nothing! That was just you bullying, teasing, saying stupid things, and generally being a jerk to me, you know, being yourself. 

Well who are you reading this? You are not he who could not work his way around the computer to find this. You are merely a friend or acquaintance who happened to click the link and read my tumblr just because you care about me or were just interested on what I really live with. You’d think I’d have enough inspiration here to write a song, but I can’t bring myself to do any angry song, not just yet. 

Thank you for your time in reading this. May you help me stay out of my house and ask to just chill or something, it’d be nice. Literally anything to keep me out of here would be nice. If any of you knew of any place I could stay for next summer so I don’t have to move back here, please do not hesitate to inform me. Thank you all…

1 more month…..