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Morton's the Steakhouse

Tonight I am dining at the restaurant I am also employed with. My parents asked me where I wanted to go, and I said, " There!!!". This is their present for me for my birthday dinner. Every year they either take me out for dinner, or my mother cooks for me. It seems stupid still because I am 27, but I'll only be twenty8, and I am single, and I like eating especially for free. I love my family. It wasn't always the case, it had to be earned on both sides, which made it strong and withstanding. It's not just us, which thickens the plot a bit. It is my best friend, his wife and children and parents. So it will be like eating thanksgiving dinner, at the nicest steakhouse that exists. If you haven't gone, I suggest you go. But please don't think of it like you would a swank artsy fancy shmancy place that didn't have any food better then Jim Dandy or Longhorn. Our food is very simple. We use the best ingredients, and produce simple dishes. We have steak on plate, it's our best seller in fact. I will most likely, one day delve into the subject I so lightly brushed just now, my feelings on those that dine out.  I am just very excited to eat an incredible meal with many of those dearest to me. I feel lucky, but more so humbled. For as long as I can remember, humility has been my feeling every time I am celebrated, which are few and far between. Mostly, I don't expect any pomp with minimal circumstance, and become embarrassed when seen feeling true and absolute joy. Not tonight though, tonight I dine out with the largest of appetites, and eager woe knowing that it will come to an end. Just like this post.

Currency

Concerning Money:

I have always been on the Hatred side of the money debate. Which is still true in it's essence. Previously, I was always using hate to explain my absence, negative, and stupidity with any amount or type of money I came across. It started when I was about fourteen. Not to go too far into this, it's not going to be that long of a post. The first big amount of money I had ever saved up at the time, which is past perfect tense, was exactly 37 dollars. One ten, 2 fives, and seventeen 1's. It took me a few months, and around 5 different hidden locations to save up that enormous chunk of change. I mean sure now I pay 37 dollars for a few bottles of evil serum, but I was like 13 or 14. Because I lived with four brothers, well three step-brothers and a sister, I shared a room and trusted no one. I hid my money in pockets of shorts hidden in the bottom of my sock drawer. I had money hidden in half full Band-Aid Bubble gum containers, that I sat on my dresser in plain sight, to further disguise.
My point is, I blew every cent I had on lunch one day. I wasted all of that time and stealth for Mill Street Diner. My brother worked there, and I walked one day and bought him lunch. I am such a good person.
Later, when I became dependent on making money to live, at age 17, is when I learned to really hate money. I was treating money with a performance goal oriented motivation, as my psychology professor, when I should have looked at it in a Mastery Goal light. Money is something you have to over come. The only way to do that is to learn everything there is to know about it. For me anyway, this meant to learn what happens in every situation when I needed it, but didn't have it.
I have lied, stolen, cheated, and wronged people as the earlier version of Brandon. That Brandon, who I realize still is me, never made it easy for himself when he tried. As my father taught me, I would always be the best teacher of myself. I am still learning, but money should be handled thusly: "Have it. Don't waste it, and don't hoard it!" - Brandon Brake 

Bloxperience

After spending countless hours refining, searching and researching blogs, I have formatted and posted exactly the font, background and color scheme that fits me. I tried first and foremost to go with something easy on the eyes. The contrast of a light burnt sienna tan mixed with a fading charcoal gray was something I felt isn't seen very often yet doesn't detract too much from the content of the blog. As far as overall theme, I feel that directing this to be an overview of my daily experiences will keep it simple enough to write. Mainly because I can always find something to write about myself. Call it narcissistic or overtly arrogant, but I think a blog is better to write about yourself. I am not one for updating my status ever on Facebook, nor do I tweet or ever want to tweet or be tweeted. This is my blog, and I will use it as a sort of visual and therapeutic diary. I feel better already.

IU VS. Wisconsin

This is my first official post on my first official blog. Enough of that though.
Tonight I am venturing down to Bloomington to see the last game of the IU season. They are playing the Wisconsin Badgers, which I only mention because I am a HUGE Badger fan. Not the college basketball team, but the Mascot, the animal. I am a fan of any exploitation involving the badger because it is the most feared animal on planet earth. So fierce, they weren't even in planet earth, because of safety reasons.
Anyway, I am not a real fan of IU, Wisconsin, or IUPUI even. I am just going to enjoy the game and hang with buds and bros and girls and friends and my roommate and such. I just am not too sure who to "Care if they Win" for, it's a very tiny problem. I don't know if that's what blogs were designed for or not, but this is a very insignificant problem. It's stupid.
Here I draw to one indefinable conclusion. There is a reason I have but 1 follower, and it's not even me. Go Badgers!!