Facebook is the girl you swore you wouldn't call at 2am... again.

So before I get to my post for today I wanted to state that I was surprised as to the number of page hits this blog got in one day. Last I looked I had over 100 hits. That is way over the 10 people I figured that would read this. I appreciate the support and positive feed back from a few of you. Please feel free to share with your friends. Or don't, I don't care.

Anyway to get to what I really wanted to blog about. I have a weird love/hate relationship with Facebook. I absolutely despise what Facebook has become over the last couple of years. I doubt very much whoever Mark Zuckerburg stole the Facebook idea from had the vision that Faceboook would be the absolute shit that it is today. 8067 pictures of your ugly baby and retarded photos of the dinner you just cooked were not on his list of things to post on Facebook. Posting pictures of friends, family get togethers, parties, vacations, etc. are more than acceptable. The only reason I don't get rid of it is that I would be one of 4 people in the world who doesn't have an account. The other three people being pigmies in the middle of Africa who have never heard of the internet or running water. Not all of Facebook is bad and to tell you the truth I hide most of the repeat offenders of the aforementioned offenses that bother me. Enough about how I hate Facebook. I do enjoy some of the witty comments and banter that a few people in my "friend" list make. Those few people make it worthwhile to keep an account. It's also great to keep in touch with family members or friends back in NY(Respek to those people). That's where the love/hate kicks in.

The point I wanted to make was that Facebook for me is like the girl(or guy) who has a crush on you but you have no feelings toward and you swore you'd stop "leading on". You only call at 2am after a night at the bar to "stop by to watch a movie." The next morning you regret it because you have to do the return call and pretend to care dance for the next little while to not look like a jerk. Every single one of you reading this has or had that guy or girl at some point in your life. I will admit I am a repeat offender of the drunk dial. I'm sure some of those girls were actually nice girls I could have dated and had relationships with but I can't even remember half of their names, just characteristics, i.e. freshmen soccer chick, massage therapist, etc. That topic and those girls are probably good for its own post(remind me to write about that later, some great stories to be told). But I digress. I use that analogy because I keep trying to swear off Facebook for a week or a few days at a time but I keep "calling" because I know it's easy entertainment. Facebook has become my "freshmen soccer chick." I can't be the only person that feels this way, can I?

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And the Lord said, "Let there be noise..."

So I have decided to start a blog. Why you ask? Well it's a simple situation of supply and demand. The people, aka my friends, have been "demanding" for years that I should start a blog. I have decided that demand was high enough that I will now "supply" them with my thoughts in written form. I will give the people what they want. I have never thought this to be a good way to spend my time. Who really cares about other people's thoughts and feelings I always thought? I certainly don't. But apparently my thoughts, feelings and observations are ridiculous enough that people want to hear them. I will post said thoughts, feelings and observations as I see fit, in unfiltered form. You will read what really goes thru my head. I have no dillusions of becoming famous or popular with this blog. I doubt more than 10 people will read it, and that may be generous. I'm just doing this because some friends asked me and I figure it will be a little theraputic for me. Anyone who knows me, knows that I pretty much hate everyone, except my close friends and family, and they have even felt the "Noise, Pain and Rain." The name of my blog comes from a saying I used to break out during the "It's OK, I'm a Senior Tour." Which was probably the best 5 months of my life. The saying usually was broken out after a few, or 10 Keystone Lights on Empire Commons at the University of Albany. "Do you want the noise, pain and rain brought upon you?" is the whole quote. There were some hand gestures involved to go along with the saying for dramatic affect. Anyone who was there knows what I'm talking about. It was usually said before, during or after a game of flip cup or beer pong. God I miss those days. I asked a few friends what I should name the blog and this went over pretty well. My brother stated that it is a good representation on my personality. You will learn what that means as you read this blog in the future. I agreed with the name and hence the name of this masterpiece of a blog was born. I think "the noise, pain and rain" means different things to different people. To me it was a state of mind. I lost that part of me for a while (I will explain this in posts to come). But Gato Negro is back and he is going to bring "the noise, pain and rain" back. Hold on to your jock straps it's about to get awesome again.