Quarter Life Crisis

Hey all the day is finally here. I’m 25, the big Quarter and the Quarter life Crisis can begin.. I think I need to trip to Vegas, to deal.  I know someone out there has timeshare!!!!. (OMG is that a grey hair..)

There are so many things that one could sit down and pick out in their life, that aren’t what they expected to be, I mean I could, If i wanted to be all depressed and sad, and get all EMO on you. But I look at it totally different. I try to look to see what life has given me thus far, and what I want it to give me in the future.

So wow I can’t believe I’ve been here on Earth, for 25 years, it just sorta seems crazyl.. I’ve grown so much over the past couple of years and more so over the past of months than I ever could have expected to. For a few moments the world seems sorta surreal and I try to think about Life, before and after this point.

I’m not a Life+Lemons= Lemonade kinda guy I’m more of a Lime+ Life = Margaritas.. Don’t settle for good, make it GREAT.

OK People you know the drill..

Size 34 Waist,

Large in Shirt,

Size 13 in shoes(dont want to here it),

I look good in Baby Blue, Orange, & Green

I love Best Buy and Circuit City

Gym Items are always welcomed..

All Money Gifts, will go to the Feed the Hungry College Kids Fund of FL..

Onward to 30….. err I think next year when I turn 26, I’m just going to stay 26 until I’m 30. Seriously


Put Down Your Checklist.

I hope everyone had a happy Single’s Awareness Day aka Valentine’s Day. I’ve I had time to think and process most of the pre-V and post-V day conversations, feelings and emotions. I’ve come to realize that we have glamorized love and relationships to the point of absurdity. We have become so caught up in our personal checklists that, in an effort to find someone that has all of the requirements and standards, that we missing out on some really amazing people, experiences and feelings.

So I’m saying just stop over-thinking and over analysing people and situations. Stop being so picky and so defensive. Just let the feelings and emotions come and deal with them as they do. I’m not saying don’t guard yourself. There are things to talk about or consider before embarking on an emotional investment that you think will go past Lust. BUT don’t try to plan out the rest of your life from Day 1, things will happen.

It’s the imperfections that you fall in love with. It’s the annoying laughs, the nervous fidgeting, the way they play with their hair when they talk to you, the way they look at you when you smile, their weird eating concoctions and habits, their fanaticism with their favorite artist/band, their love for vintage tee, or the fact that they are 5 inches taller/shorter than you.

Instead of spending a lifetime searching for someone Prefect, you should look for someone perfect for you, and finding someone for you isn’t something you can get on day one, it’s something you grow into. It’s a journey, and adventure for two. If you don’t like getting dirrty(yes more than one r, didn’t Christina teach you anything) then you need to rethink your life, cause Love is messy. PERIOD.

So.. JUST LOVE.. Yourself…Them… Me…


I Like Thumper Better Anyways..

OK, I’m sure by the end of this rant, someone is going to call PETA(if not they will with the taxidermy post a month from now).  I’m not an animal hater, by any means(FREE WILLY!!! and not that Willy either you perv), and Ive always been okay with hunting to a certain extent.  Sure its not MY favorite past time, but its a respectable sports when people follow the rules and laws.  But from this day forth, I AM all about some deer hunting. Hunters have my permission to kill every Deer, doe, buck etc. they see. Shoot and kill them now, right now. In fact come down to Northern Florida and I will lead you to the mother load.

Let me recap for you one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.  This past weekend, I drove in what had to be the most deer infested woodsy area in existence. On my way to this guy’s house, I encountered 8 deer,with addition to it being cold, damp and dark, lets just say I’ve had better days. So I slow up with the driving, (I’m doing 20 in a 45), because frankly I don’t want to hit a deer, or as we like to say, “You don’t hit deer, they hit you”. So on the way back from this guys house, I see 15 deer(23 total, thus far) before I’m within miles of the highway. I”m mean these SOBs are coming out of the woods, running over the road,  some are standing in the fields; just waiting. I’m thinking that as soon as I drive by they are going to dart out and hit my new car(2007 Honda Accord :)). I’m breathing heavy, I’m driving slow, again not the best of times in the car.  The highway is near I can almost taste it…

But now for the Grand Finale; The Deer Sandwich.  So 2 deer run across the road directly in front of me, but there’s enough distance that I’m not worried. But then they stop once the cross.. So I stopped, and then behind, what looked like another deer(26) emerged from the woods. So at the moment it looks like I’m sandwich in between a set of deer. I’m freaking out by now, cause this is starting to feel like the Ring 2. I honked and flashed and these deer couldn’t be shaken.  So what’s a guy to do… I did what any other young masculine man would do…. I rolled the window, and screamed like a little girl. I figured if the windowing-shattering shrieks of panic didn’t scare them away, I am just doomed. Hmmm there’s something about a baritone pitched screaming man, that sends, fear into hearts of the deer alike.

Sooo.. All you deer hunter out there, I will never again mock, the camo, orange hats, pick up trucks with rifles, and /or 4 wheelers with shotguns attached(ok that’s a maybe on those). Kill those Bambis, you have my Blessing.

Now does anyone know where I can get a good deal on some Calvins???

Tagged: Eight Dirty Secerts

I’ve been tagged by the little kissing bandit, Dame. (cheeky monkey)

Okay, so here be the golden rules:

*We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.

* Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

* People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Justin’s 8 Dirrty Secerts/Fun Facts

I eat Chapstick

One Testicle hangs slightly higher than the other

I shave my armpits

I’ve been completely DRUG FREE for life

I started masurbating in middle school

I have to look at my poop before I flush it

I can not for the life of me Sleep Naked…

The smell of mustard can cause me to vomit.



I tag Heather , DMKimPink ,  Reed  , 25,   Seanbe , Bukol



24th Year in My Birthday Suit



24 years, ago on a hot humid summer…ok ok I won’t go there..

My birthday as Corinne pointed out yesterday is positioned perfectly among the year. It’s approximately 6 months after/before Christmas, which always meant, Justin could have a BIG birthday gift and a BIG Christmas. It’s perfect LOL. Did I mention how much “June Babies” rock!! Not into the “signs” but I’m a CANCER, a big’ole crab, sexy I know…

Okay that’s enough self-promotion from me today..LOL

Okay so my buddy Kevin aka(WHORE) also shares the same birthday as me(IT”S MINNNNNNNNNNNE, ), so be sure to stop by one of Kevin’s Blogs and wish the guy a happy birthday as well.. He’s only 20 years older than me, so give the guy a break ok.. He’s Pretty Fly for A White Guy

It’s amazing how birthdays affect you mentally. Last week I was looking in the mirror and freaking out that I actually looked a little older.(what?? I was having a moment!!). Birthdays always bring me to a state of self-conscience and reflection. I think about all of the things I’ve done, haven’t done, how big the world is and how little I’ve actually lived, baring such a young age. Today I’m actually thinking about, life ahead of day. Houses, jobs, family, what I want to be remembered for. Even though my life is extrememly crazy at the moment, I think that for the most part I’m happy and healthy and  I really can’t ask for much more than that.

Ok We Return to Justin’s Shameless Self-Promotion..

So what are ya’ll getting me.. My Pay Pal account email is justinrav@Hotmail.com (donate NOW!!!) and here’s a link to Circuit City and I wear a Large shirt and 34-36w Pants/shorts, size 13 shoe(don’t wanna hear it), I look good in Blue, Orange, Brown and the newly discovered Yellow, I like to eat healthy, I love Apple and and and…

I really really want someone to dress up like M. Monroe and sing me Happy Birthday. Anytakers..

Hello, Hello, is this thing on?…

It’s Strep

OMG.. I have Strep. A (the biology major inside me makes me use italics).

So I’m sitting in Student Hell, I mean Health, waiting on some Dr to give me the news on what’s slowing down a healthy 20-something.  He tells me, “I don’t think it’s Strep” “No running nose, no cough”, but let’s swab you anyways(yes let’s add more $$$ to the bill).  Then his guy asks, “So do you normally gag on cotton swabbing” and “I respond, I wouldn’t know I’ve never been swabbed before.”  So he swabs me, and when he’s done he says “Aww you did good with that”(in some type of mildly homo-ertoic way).  So then he says I’ll send someone in to get this, it should take about ten mins.  15 mins later, “YOU HAVE STREP”…

So in Conclusion:

–I have really gotta stop the late night drinking and swapping saliva with strangers. It’s starting to catch up with me.

–I shouldn’t have play the “Pool House, then the Pool, then the Hot Tub, Then the Pool, then The Shower, then the rain covered cement” game on Friday.

–I shouldn’t have trusted the weird guy in the alley, that told me I could have all the Sea Men I wanted from my project, as long as I closed my eyes and sucked the out through a hose… (ok ok, I stole that one from South Park..)

Go head peeps, get your jabs in now… When I’m weeeeeeeeak…

But, if one more co-worker comes up to me says, “since you have a fever, I can legally say you’re HOT, and it can’t be considered sexual harassment”, I think I’ll lace their coffee cup with some Strep-tastic saliva.

 Now my own goals in life are to 1. Get better by my BURTHday.  2. Find the Nasty B##$*@# that gave me the this..

When the Roomie’s Away Justin Can Play

 My room mate is going to Vegas. I will have the apt to myself all week. Here a list of things I will do.

I will NOT feed his goldfish–He ever keeps the tank filled up, it sounds like we have a water fall in the apt.

Slide acorss the kitchen floor, after buttering/oiling it down.

Walk around in my undies–ALL DAY

Turn up the music & sing 90’s Pop Music( Tell me what you want, what you really really want)

I’ll use his colonge all week long

I’ll leave my leftovers in the Frig, for a change and not have to worry about them  disappearing.

Eat some Beef..


Do some YOGA

Not Clean up for a week.

OPEN all the blinds in the Apt for a change.