Now that I'm 25, it's weird telling people that I'm that old. I feel older. I've always considered myself a little bit of an old soul but I'm starting to feel old. Even though I'm in shape, I'm relatively certain that my knees started to ache when it got cold outside yesterday. That has never happened to me before. Now it's only a matter of time before my back and other joints give out to arthritis. Knowing my luck, this is also the beginning of a downhill slope towards an enlarged prostate and impotence. Fantastic. Maybe when I turn 26 I can have my first heart attack and start having annual colonoscopies by the time I'm 27. I'll probably have to empty out my fishing tackle box and replace the lures with what will probably be a mini-pharmacy used keep me alive. My toes have been starting to ache too. I'm probably getting gout, bunions or corns. I might as well start stocking up on some Preparation H for my inevitable hemorrhoids. While I'm at it, I'll start buying stool softeners like they just went out of style. (Because stool softeners have ALWAYS been in!) I'll also need a blender so I can be prepared for my puree diet and then buy Ensure in bulk for when I get a feeding tube. Just to be ahead of the curve, I'm going to start wearing diapers so I can get used to the uncomfortable feeling of shitting my pants and walking around in it for hours. Next, I'll steal urinary catheters for my personal use to eliminate the risk of tripping and breaking my hip at night while walking to the bathroom. I'm betting my bones are probably about as strong as twigs. I will be breaking bones left and right!
Now that I've accepted that I'm old, I can now accept my mental downtrend towards senility. I'm forgetting everything and about half the shit I say makes minimal sense. Soon I'll start forgetting familiar faces, lose track of the current year, and start accusing minorities of stealing small things that I can't find in my house. I don't think I'm to the point that I can start fondling people as I see fit and then blame it on my age. I'm hoping that time will come as soon as possible so that it can enhance the quality of my declining life.
Now that you all know what is coming, you can now start making arrangements to put me in a nursing home. I'm not picky on which nursing home seeing as though the staff will probably have the decency to accidentally put me out of my misery like most of their other patients. I'll probably die from being left in bed in my own poo for too long or preferably from being hit by a car after wandering the street unattended.
I don't need a fancy funeral. Just remember me as I am at the time of death: An average pants-shitting, thirty-something year-old, who aged faster than Robin Williams in that crappy movie, "Jack."
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Old Habits Turned to Nostalgia
I used to take long random drives all the time. In the end, I would always end up in the same place so I could write poems in my book. The place I would end up was usually the parking lot of a church under South Mountain. From there I could see most of the Salt Lake valley. For some reason, I always found that place inspiring and calming. I could sit there and think for hours. I could write anything there and feel good about it, even if I was in my cramped car. In the summer, I would walk around the park that was directly next to it. I could lay in the grass and let my mind drift.
It was my place. It was my area. On especially stressful days, I didn't just want to be there; I needed to be there. I couldn't wait until I could just jump in my car and drive there. It felt so far away but without being far from home. I felt removed from everyone there. It was practically a habit to just go there 2-5 times a week. I always thought it was a place I would come back to for years to come.
Eventually, I stopped writing poetry. As a result, I went to that place less. I didn't need that hill top to write, but it was a nice place to think. Then I started taking less random drives that would eventually lead me to that place. I didn't need a special place to think anymore. After a while, the hilltop lost its significance to me. It was no longer a destination that hosted my thoughts on seemingly emergent basis's. Soon I just stopped going.
Yesterday, I decided to take a random drive for no real apparent reason. I just wanted to get out of the house. Just like old times, I drove to that hilltop. I smiled as I drove into the parking lot. It was nice to know that it was there. Not that I thought it wouldn't be. It's a relatively new area where a lot of rich people live. I know it's not going anywhere. The memories stirred from inside my head. So many thoughts. So many emotions. I was a different person 5 years ago. It's strange to how much just a little place like that meant to me. Now it serves as a memory beacon of who I once was. I'm not the emotionally charged, young twenty-something struggling to control and make sense of his emotions through a poetic medium.
Maybe I didn't really need the place to write or think. Maybe I just needed something more calming than myself to call my own.
I took this picture not knowing that the house with the odd green light would accidentally become the focus of the picture. On my phone, you couldn't see it at all. I just wanted to get the city. I spent countless hours marveling at the city lights from here.
It was my place. It was my area. On especially stressful days, I didn't just want to be there; I needed to be there. I couldn't wait until I could just jump in my car and drive there. It felt so far away but without being far from home. I felt removed from everyone there. It was practically a habit to just go there 2-5 times a week. I always thought it was a place I would come back to for years to come.
Eventually, I stopped writing poetry. As a result, I went to that place less. I didn't need that hill top to write, but it was a nice place to think. Then I started taking less random drives that would eventually lead me to that place. I didn't need a special place to think anymore. After a while, the hilltop lost its significance to me. It was no longer a destination that hosted my thoughts on seemingly emergent basis's. Soon I just stopped going.
Yesterday, I decided to take a random drive for no real apparent reason. I just wanted to get out of the house. Just like old times, I drove to that hilltop. I smiled as I drove into the parking lot. It was nice to know that it was there. Not that I thought it wouldn't be. It's a relatively new area where a lot of rich people live. I know it's not going anywhere. The memories stirred from inside my head. So many thoughts. So many emotions. I was a different person 5 years ago. It's strange to how much just a little place like that meant to me. Now it serves as a memory beacon of who I once was. I'm not the emotionally charged, young twenty-something struggling to control and make sense of his emotions through a poetic medium.
Maybe I didn't really need the place to write or think. Maybe I just needed something more calming than myself to call my own.
I took this picture not knowing that the house with the odd green light would accidentally become the focus of the picture. On my phone, you couldn't see it at all. I just wanted to get the city. I spent countless hours marveling at the city lights from here.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
If I Was a Superhero........
Everyone has dreamed of being a superhero at least once in their life. After watching a superhero movie, everyone always says "I wish I had (insert preferred powers here) so I could (insert ludicrous scenario here)." I know I'm certainly guilty of it. In fact, I've thought about it too much recently. I have all the details thought out. Right down to the exact type of bad guys I would fight.
Oh yes, if I was a superhero, it would be grand. It's hard to say exactly what kind of powers I would have. I wouldn't be able to choose just one. Knowing my luck, I would most likely have the least awesome of super powers. Powers that no one else would have or want. For example, one of my many powers would be to have the ability to summon minor B-list celebrities to my aid! That sounds pretty useless. But what supervillian would expect that? None of them!
Scenario:
Supervillain: It's all over for you J-Dub (my superhero name). You don't have anyone to help you now. I will be the manager of this mall forever! Bwah ha ha ha ha!
(Maybe the guy isn't a supervillain, maybe he is just an incompetent dumbass. But someone still needs to fight those types of douchebags)
J-Dub: Not so fast! I summon Pat Sajak, Alex Trebek and Bob Barker to my aid! (They will ideally appear out of thin air or burst through the ceiling.)
Supervillain: Oh wow! I'm your biggest fan to all of you, you have no idea! Will you sign my chest?!
While the villain is stunned by the minor celebrities presence, I will sneak up on him and kick them square in the junk. Social crime would be crushed along with his testicles.
I'll admit that is a pretty lame superpower. But it's not the superpower that's important. It's the bad guys. I would like to fight for a city where the bad guys have poor fashion choices and are easy to identify. They would all dress the same and look fairly close alike. Ideally, they would have uni-brows and perpetual 5 o'clock shadow facial hair. Also, if they were all wearing the 1920's striped jail uniforms, that would be convenient as well. Easy identification of a villain and henchmen would be key to my superhero success. In the movies, the bad guy is always equally skilled in hand to hand combat as the hero. In order for me to be a successful superhero, this could not happen. My villains would have to be terrible at fighting in order for me to win consistently. Hopefully, they would have some sort of mental or physical impairment that would make it easy for me to overcome them with my weak male physique. It would also help for them to be gullible and stupid enough that I can just talk them out of not fighting me instead. I can just use my powers of persuasion to convince them that fighting me would just exhaust them physically and the rest of their day would be wasted resting up after the event. (Persuasion would be another superpower of mine that no other superhero has).
I would pretty much be the laziest superhero of all time. Conversely, the city I would be fighting for would have to be equally lazy and stupid to not be able to fend off these imbecile villains themselves. Knowing this city is full of lazy idiots, I would use my powers of persuasion to convince the city to handsomely compensate me for all of my work fighting crime. No superhero has done that before. I would be the first to economically sucker a city into paying me for mediocre work. I imagine the Justice League and other heroes who work only for the concept of justice would frown upon this greatly. However, I believe they would just be mad or jealous because they didn't think about it first. Spiderman, had his opportunities to capitalize on his good deeds and failed to make good on it. Batman doesn't need the money since Bruce Wayne already makes a ton of money. However, I'm sure if he could, Ol' Bruce would find way to launder the money to this corporation so that he has extra funds for his expensive bat-themed operations. Superman wouldn't need the money, though I'm sure he would like to have it so Clark Kent doesn't have to have such a poor dating life with Lois. For once, he could show her the good life instead of taking her out for meager dinners and cute dates on his meager journalist salary. The X-Men get all their funds through Professor X who somehow manages to get money from his students, but probably doesn't get any sort of financial help from the government. It probably wouldn't hurt them to get some extra cash. But alas, I would still be the lone wolf getting paid for my crime fighting.
This has to be the nerdiest blog I've written in a long time. I found it in my draft section dating back to April of 2008. I decided to finish it for lack of better ideas to write about.
Oh yes, if I was a superhero, it would be grand. It's hard to say exactly what kind of powers I would have. I wouldn't be able to choose just one. Knowing my luck, I would most likely have the least awesome of super powers. Powers that no one else would have or want. For example, one of my many powers would be to have the ability to summon minor B-list celebrities to my aid! That sounds pretty useless. But what supervillian would expect that? None of them!
Scenario:
Supervillain: It's all over for you J-Dub (my superhero name). You don't have anyone to help you now. I will be the manager of this mall forever! Bwah ha ha ha ha!
(Maybe the guy isn't a supervillain, maybe he is just an incompetent dumbass. But someone still needs to fight those types of douchebags)
J-Dub: Not so fast! I summon Pat Sajak, Alex Trebek and Bob Barker to my aid! (They will ideally appear out of thin air or burst through the ceiling.)
Supervillain: Oh wow! I'm your biggest fan to all of you, you have no idea! Will you sign my chest?!
While the villain is stunned by the minor celebrities presence, I will sneak up on him and kick them square in the junk. Social crime would be crushed along with his testicles.
I'll admit that is a pretty lame superpower. But it's not the superpower that's important. It's the bad guys. I would like to fight for a city where the bad guys have poor fashion choices and are easy to identify. They would all dress the same and look fairly close alike. Ideally, they would have uni-brows and perpetual 5 o'clock shadow facial hair. Also, if they were all wearing the 1920's striped jail uniforms, that would be convenient as well. Easy identification of a villain and henchmen would be key to my superhero success. In the movies, the bad guy is always equally skilled in hand to hand combat as the hero. In order for me to be a successful superhero, this could not happen. My villains would have to be terrible at fighting in order for me to win consistently. Hopefully, they would have some sort of mental or physical impairment that would make it easy for me to overcome them with my weak male physique. It would also help for them to be gullible and stupid enough that I can just talk them out of not fighting me instead. I can just use my powers of persuasion to convince them that fighting me would just exhaust them physically and the rest of their day would be wasted resting up after the event. (Persuasion would be another superpower of mine that no other superhero has).
I would pretty much be the laziest superhero of all time. Conversely, the city I would be fighting for would have to be equally lazy and stupid to not be able to fend off these imbecile villains themselves. Knowing this city is full of lazy idiots, I would use my powers of persuasion to convince the city to handsomely compensate me for all of my work fighting crime. No superhero has done that before. I would be the first to economically sucker a city into paying me for mediocre work. I imagine the Justice League and other heroes who work only for the concept of justice would frown upon this greatly. However, I believe they would just be mad or jealous because they didn't think about it first. Spiderman, had his opportunities to capitalize on his good deeds and failed to make good on it. Batman doesn't need the money since Bruce Wayne already makes a ton of money. However, I'm sure if he could, Ol' Bruce would find way to launder the money to this corporation so that he has extra funds for his expensive bat-themed operations. Superman wouldn't need the money, though I'm sure he would like to have it so Clark Kent doesn't have to have such a poor dating life with Lois. For once, he could show her the good life instead of taking her out for meager dinners and cute dates on his meager journalist salary. The X-Men get all their funds through Professor X who somehow manages to get money from his students, but probably doesn't get any sort of financial help from the government. It probably wouldn't hurt them to get some extra cash. But alas, I would still be the lone wolf getting paid for my crime fighting.
This has to be the nerdiest blog I've written in a long time. I found it in my draft section dating back to April of 2008. I decided to finish it for lack of better ideas to write about.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Tongue Twister Solver
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Probably none. Woodchucks are horribly stupid and smelly creatures. They are barely capable of long-term survival or simple tasks so they breed like crazy. A woodchucks primary goal in life is to get laid as often as possible before they fall off cliff or get eaten by a hawk. When they aren't having crazy rodent sex, they are hibernating for 3-4 months to escape the winter cold. This all doesn't sound so bad until you get to the part where woodchucks often die violent and painful deaths. Thus, due to a woodchucks probable short life, chucking wood would be the last of a woodchucks concerns. A woodchuck is probably too busy trying to build a hibernation fort or getting some sweet loving. They don't have time to be carelessly and pointlessly chucking wood.
[As you can see from this smug woodchuck's specs, its body is not capable of effective wood chucking skills.]
The name woodchuck technically has nothing to do with wood or wood chucking for that matter. It's all a misnomer, because an old Native American language called them wuchak. Eventually, stupid white people settled into the region and adapted the name to woodchuck. A woodchuck is nothing more than another term for common groundhog.
The real tongue twister answer, in case you were curious is:
A woodchuck would chuck all the wood he could if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
I like my answer better.
Probably none. Woodchucks are horribly stupid and smelly creatures. They are barely capable of long-term survival or simple tasks so they breed like crazy. A woodchucks primary goal in life is to get laid as often as possible before they fall off cliff or get eaten by a hawk. When they aren't having crazy rodent sex, they are hibernating for 3-4 months to escape the winter cold. This all doesn't sound so bad until you get to the part where woodchucks often die violent and painful deaths. Thus, due to a woodchucks probable short life, chucking wood would be the last of a woodchucks concerns. A woodchuck is probably too busy trying to build a hibernation fort or getting some sweet loving. They don't have time to be carelessly and pointlessly chucking wood.
The name woodchuck technically has nothing to do with wood or wood chucking for that matter. It's all a misnomer, because an old Native American language called them wuchak. Eventually, stupid white people settled into the region and adapted the name to woodchuck. A woodchuck is nothing more than another term for common groundhog.
The real tongue twister answer, in case you were curious is:
A woodchuck would chuck all the wood he could if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
I like my answer better.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
5 Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me
For some reason, I thought it would be fun to post something random about myself. So without further delay, my random list of 5 things you probably didn't know (or care to know) about me:
1. Almost every time I'm alone in my car, I crank up my music and sing as loud as possible with whatever is playing. It has to be a song that I already know and like. Despite lacking talent in singing, its one of my favorite things to do.
2. 90% of my bad days have a direct link to how much sleep I get. If I'm tired, the day is usually lost to my uncontrollable negative attitude.
3. The more tired I am, the more I talk to myself aloud. My inner thoughts and monologue start becoming outer thoughts, getting gradually louder as I become more tired. If you want to test this, just ask how much sleep I've gotten. If it's less than 6 hours, scoot in close and you can hear me mumble throughout the day. If I fail to get sleep the next day, you won't need to be close. My angry mumbles will be more audible with each passing hour.
4. If I get to know someone moderately well over the course of months or years, (depending on the nature of our relationship like co-worker, acquaintance, etc and if I like you), I make it a personal goal of mine to someday make them laugh till they cry or damn close. I don't know why, but I always find it satisfying to make someone laugh that hard. But as I said, this depends heavily on the relationship. If it's my boss or authority figure that I've known fairly and casually well for a long time, I would not attempt. But for the most part, I generally succeed in this goal.
5. If you see me randomly sway my arms in an odd fashion, don't be alarmed. Often times without noticing, I air-guitar or air-drum songs that get stuck in my head when I think I'm alone or not being watched. When someone finally sees me or I see them unexpectedly, my arms drop real fast and kind of sway around.
That's some truely pointless shit right there.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Quarter Century Old
These are my last two weeks of not being age 25. The age of 25 has always been scary to me because it marks being a quarter of a century old and signals the downhill of your 20's. They seemed to have gone by so fast. Before I know it, I'll be in my 30's with kids and maybe facial hair. I always pictured myself being so much different at the age of 25. I'm not sure how I will feel soon telling people I'm 25, live with my parents, still working on a degree and still working in an entry level job. Bleh. I don't relish those upcoming moments, but I only have myself to blame for not getting it together sooner. But it's ok. I've got it all together now and for the most part, I'm secure with where I am in life and where I'm going.
Positively speaking, I'm excited for this weekend which will hopefully be full of seeing friends and eating bad food. I shouldn't look forward to the bad food since I just worked my ass off to get to my current state of fitness. But I figure it's a special occasion that warrants the use of beer and greasy foods. That's how I will justify it. Then I'll just be good until my birthday which will probably involve both beer and bad foods again. I'll just need to be good after that too since Thanksgiving is less than a week after that. It will be a challenging month for my waistline and prospective muscle-building attempts. However, I'm still pretty happy about the weight I've been at the past year and a half. Even when I gained 18 lbs over the summer I still didn't look bad and still looked skinny compared to pictures from 2 years ago when I should have been in good shape as well. I plan on being as meticulous as possible regarding my fitness. I want to stay in shape and not fade back into being a fat slob.
On a downer note, the news tells me that snow is coming to the valley tonight and for the weekend. I hate snow, I hate winter. I cannot reiterate this enough. I have absolutely nothing to do in the winter except for becoming an angry legendary shut-in. Every day is a new reminder that winter is starting to slowly make it's away across the border of Fall and into Winter. Maybe I can pick up some new hobby for the winter like sculpting dirty objects out of snow or find ways to recreate Summer-like conditions in my home without using the heater or mind altering drugs.
Anywho, I'll end this boring post now.
Positively speaking, I'm excited for this weekend which will hopefully be full of seeing friends and eating bad food. I shouldn't look forward to the bad food since I just worked my ass off to get to my current state of fitness. But I figure it's a special occasion that warrants the use of beer and greasy foods. That's how I will justify it. Then I'll just be good until my birthday which will probably involve both beer and bad foods again. I'll just need to be good after that too since Thanksgiving is less than a week after that. It will be a challenging month for my waistline and prospective muscle-building attempts. However, I'm still pretty happy about the weight I've been at the past year and a half. Even when I gained 18 lbs over the summer I still didn't look bad and still looked skinny compared to pictures from 2 years ago when I should have been in good shape as well. I plan on being as meticulous as possible regarding my fitness. I want to stay in shape and not fade back into being a fat slob.
On a downer note, the news tells me that snow is coming to the valley tonight and for the weekend. I hate snow, I hate winter. I cannot reiterate this enough. I have absolutely nothing to do in the winter except for becoming an angry legendary shut-in. Every day is a new reminder that winter is starting to slowly make it's away across the border of Fall and into Winter. Maybe I can pick up some new hobby for the winter like sculpting dirty objects out of snow or find ways to recreate Summer-like conditions in my home without using the heater or mind altering drugs.
Anywho, I'll end this boring post now.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Approval
We never stop wanting the approval from those we care about. Whether they be friends, family, co-worker or a personal idol, we never stop searching for that proverbial thumbs-up from them. We all need need it. For some people it drives them, for others it moves them. Today, it did both.
I talked to my good friend on the phone today. We had been playing phone tag for about a week trying to get a hold of each other. I hadn't heard from him in a while and wanted to catch up. It was a good conversation that echoed our usual banter and jokes. We caught up with one another's lives and what was going on. There wasn't anything largely significant. Same old keeping busy, though he was much more busy since he is in medical school.
We talked about medical school and how it was going for him. I casually mentioned the research I had done on all 159 medical schools recently. I felt surprisingly confident about getting to med school despite the odds. He was noticeably happy. His tone of voice changed. In a way, I've always looked to him for guidance on this subject since that was the route he has done successfully. Despite all my academic shortcomings he was supportive of my plans to get to med school and gave advice. For a time, I always thought I had lost his approval and that he felt I couldn't do it. But then it hit me. He had always been supportive about this route. He had always offered help and advice in a realistic but positive manner. I suddenly remembered the time I told him I was going back to pre-med instead of nursing. I remember he remarked that he was glad I was doing pre-med again because it bummed him out when I decided on nursing for a while. He thought I was capable of more. He has always been supportive. Maybe that's because that's what best friends are supposed to do or maybe he really does believe I'm smart and capable enough to do it. I'm not sure, but it has always sounded sincere.
I guess I have always looked up to him more than I thought. I never realized that his approval meant so much to me until having the conversation we had today. It wasn't anything special, but it was nice to know that he believed I could do it and encouraged me to do it. It was nice to realize that he always believed I could do it.
I sit here now motivated and ready to tackle it all again. I can do this.
The only way to not let his belief and everyone else's belief be in vain is to just get through it and make it to medical school. Not just for them, but for myself as well.
I talked to my good friend on the phone today. We had been playing phone tag for about a week trying to get a hold of each other. I hadn't heard from him in a while and wanted to catch up. It was a good conversation that echoed our usual banter and jokes. We caught up with one another's lives and what was going on. There wasn't anything largely significant. Same old keeping busy, though he was much more busy since he is in medical school.
We talked about medical school and how it was going for him. I casually mentioned the research I had done on all 159 medical schools recently. I felt surprisingly confident about getting to med school despite the odds. He was noticeably happy. His tone of voice changed. In a way, I've always looked to him for guidance on this subject since that was the route he has done successfully. Despite all my academic shortcomings he was supportive of my plans to get to med school and gave advice. For a time, I always thought I had lost his approval and that he felt I couldn't do it. But then it hit me. He had always been supportive about this route. He had always offered help and advice in a realistic but positive manner. I suddenly remembered the time I told him I was going back to pre-med instead of nursing. I remember he remarked that he was glad I was doing pre-med again because it bummed him out when I decided on nursing for a while. He thought I was capable of more. He has always been supportive. Maybe that's because that's what best friends are supposed to do or maybe he really does believe I'm smart and capable enough to do it. I'm not sure, but it has always sounded sincere.
I guess I have always looked up to him more than I thought. I never realized that his approval meant so much to me until having the conversation we had today. It wasn't anything special, but it was nice to know that he believed I could do it and encouraged me to do it. It was nice to realize that he always believed I could do it.
I sit here now motivated and ready to tackle it all again. I can do this.
The only way to not let his belief and everyone else's belief be in vain is to just get through it and make it to medical school. Not just for them, but for myself as well.
November is Cold
Halloween night was so nice and warm. Then the second it hit November 1st, it got ice cold in a matter of seconds. I was hoping my unrealistic hopes would hold out to being warm for another week or two.
Anywho, I've been slacking on my blogging lately because I've had nothing to write about really. Plus, I just plain old haven't felt like writing anything. Laziness has been a powerful factor in a lack of my writing. But here is the quick scoop as to what has been going on in my life recently.
I didn't do anything Halloween weekend or day because I worked. Which of course was just awful. It's a horrible holiday to get stuck working no matter what time of day you work it. I'm back to my goal weight finally, which is good. It only took me a month to do so. That has to be a record somewhere. Now I'm back to my attempts at building muscle which have been productive but tiring so far. My good friend RJ comes back into town tonight so that will rock. Hopefully I'll manage to to see him at least once since I'm sure he will have a lot of people to visit during his short stay.
That's really about it. I'll do better in my posting from here on. It's cold outside now and that will prevent me from having any adventure-related excuses for not writing. School and laziness will be my only excuses for not writing. I'll try to keep the laziness to a minimum.
In the meantime, here is a random picture to hold you over.
Anywho, I've been slacking on my blogging lately because I've had nothing to write about really. Plus, I just plain old haven't felt like writing anything. Laziness has been a powerful factor in a lack of my writing. But here is the quick scoop as to what has been going on in my life recently.
I didn't do anything Halloween weekend or day because I worked. Which of course was just awful. It's a horrible holiday to get stuck working no matter what time of day you work it. I'm back to my goal weight finally, which is good. It only took me a month to do so. That has to be a record somewhere. Now I'm back to my attempts at building muscle which have been productive but tiring so far. My good friend RJ comes back into town tonight so that will rock. Hopefully I'll manage to to see him at least once since I'm sure he will have a lot of people to visit during his short stay.
That's really about it. I'll do better in my posting from here on. It's cold outside now and that will prevent me from having any adventure-related excuses for not writing. School and laziness will be my only excuses for not writing. I'll try to keep the laziness to a minimum.
In the meantime, here is a random picture to hold you over.
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