Goodbye 2012, Hello Lucky 2013!

Here I am writing yet another 'end-of-the-year' post. It feels like a lot has happened and yet not a whole lot has happened at the same time this year. After looking through old posts and really reflecting on this year as a whole, I feel good about writing about it.

A year ago today, I was at Joe and Randi's New Years party. Once again, just about everyone was there. It's the one time of year where we can successfully get most of our group of friends to be under the same roof. Drinks were consumed, hugs were exchanged. Talks were had. The new year was brought in. Bad news was uncovered for a few people. Midnight had slipped by and I suddenly got a call from my sister who seemed like she was in trouble. She needed a ride out of where she was. I jumped into my car immediately. After getting lost following her frantic directions, I eventually found her safe and sound. Afterwards, we called it a night. It was 2 in the morning and we had all the excitement we could handle for a night.

January got underway. I took a heavier course load at school, which wasn't a bad thing. I tried ice fishing for the first time much to my deep fright of breaking through the ice and dying. Otherwise, January was cold and dry.

February was very much the same. I concentrated on school, made some time for ice fishing, which I ended up really enjoying.

March I started yearning for the warmer seasons. Winter always takes its wear on me quickly. However, I stayed on the path of alternating my time between school and work. Nothing seemed to ever change.

April I picked up another fishing hobby: Fly fishing. A co-worker offered to teach me for free. I gladly jumped at the opportunity to learn something new. I continued on with school and work. Me and my friends started a new tradition of "Cigar Saturday."

May, my Spring semester finally ended. I went on a trip with my good friends to Bear Lake at Brennon's cabin. It was cold, and we didn't actually fish Bear Lake. But the trip was well worth it. Memorial weekend came which was much needed, however the weather decided not to cooperate. It snowed most of the time there and remained cold. As always it was nice just to be there to see my family.

June came around much to my happiness. The sun was back and so was my happy disposition. I could go back to fishing places with or without company. I worked a little extra but wouldn't stress myself. I didn't go back to school for Summer semester.

July was much like June. Sunny. Fun. Relaxed. I paid off my car and was starting to get ready for Fall semester.

August kept up the trends of both June and July. Nothing too eventful happened.

September arrived with a new set of challenges. I had a harder course load. I had accelerated half semesters and a couple of full term courses. All of which kept me very busy. From there, it felt as though my social life had died.

October passed through and provided a slump. For some reason, my personality just seemed to crash. I fell into a rut. A feeling of blah. I don't understand how or why. Just one day, I woke up and felt like shit. I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried. It also didn't help that I almost got in a huge accident. I spun out of control on the freeway and almost got hit my several cars. Luckily, no one was injured. I had never faced that sort of danger before. It forced me to think about my life. I was supposed to go to San Diego with my dad but couldn't because of school.

November came and my rut had carried on into the new month. Everything seemed to go by so slow. I hadn't been out of my house, school, or work very often. I was supposed to see my friend Kevin in Seattle during the second week but that also fell through due to finances. My birthday came which was actually a very good day. My co-workers were extraordinarily kind. Many offered me sincere happy birthdays and small gifts. It was nice to feel loved and appreciated. After that, things started to get a little better. My school load was still rather intense as I fought to finish the semester. I also found a new found love for hanging out at slow coffee shops.

December ended up turning out really well. Surprisingly, it was a generally relaxing month. After finals were done, I started to read casually again. I had time to see my friends and family and all that mattered to me. Christmas turned out well as it was nice to see my grandparents and half brother.


2012 was a nice year. When I look back on it, I see that it wasn't so eventful. But maybe that's a good thing. I look back on this year and smile and shrug a little bit. Not a lot happened. The things that did happen were generally good. I've started to truly understand the merit of hard study. I've started to feel the burn of dedicating my time to school and truth be told, I actually enjoy it a little. Of course, like every year, I had my rough patches. These patches were small and didn't affect the course of my entire year. They feel like vague and distant memories rather than healing wounds.

I can only hope that 2013 lives up to the lucky hype. 2012 was a good year. I can only hope that I can bring that and more into this new year. I hope I can accomplish as much as I did this year and more. I hope I can work hard, challenge myself and make a better life for myself and maybe others too. Next year, much of my future is unknown, as it is every year. But this year, it doesn't feel so scary to face.

Now once again to Joe and Randi's New Years party. I'll blog about it again, one year from today.


Have a happy and safe New Year!

My Philosophy

"People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel."

-Maya Angelou

I stumbled on that quote yesterday and it immediately struck me. In a few simple sentences, my philosophy on life had been eloquently paraphrased. I've tried to live my life to make a positive difference in others lives to the best I can. It's true, the memories of what you said and did are easily forgotten. But the emotions of how you make people feel stick. There is some scientific psychology truth to this, but I won't get into that. The point is, we remember how others make us feel more than anything. If someone makes us feel like shit, we remember that for a long time, perhaps even forever in some cases. If someone makes us feel good, we spend more time with them or are willing to do more for them. We take that to heart and live by it. It's how humanity has survived and functioned to a most basic degree.

I guess if there is one thing I want to give in this life, is that when I'm gone I hope people remember that I made them feel good, or better, or postively. Something to the effect of good. Obviously, I can't please everyone and nor would I want to. But I sincerely hope that I move along in this life being a positive influence on others despite my many flaws.

Resolution Success

With only a couple days left in 2012, I look back and see that I've been generally successful with what I wanted to accomplish this year. I wanted to try to be nicer to people this year. I feel that I have been very successful with this. Probably the most successful I have ever been in this endeavor. I've seen a generally positive increase in how people respond to me. My awkward hermit ways did inhibit me quite a bit however. It still does. There are a few people I just can't bring myself to be nice to. Ever. I just can't. No matter how I try. I simply do not like them as people and have therefore have felt they do not deserve even my fake kindness. I'm not outwardly mean to these people but I'm also not outwardly nice. I'm just cold and neutral to their general existence. I should be nice but I can't be. I've tried. I can't do it.

I've also done very well at school this year, just I promised. It's been a great year of academic success for me. I can be proud of that.

Since I was a teenager, I've always made the resolution to do one good deed per day if possible. I don't remember exactly what age I started to implement this. I want to say it was around the ages of 13-15. It was definitely before high school. Anywho, I have a few basic rules to follow when accomplishing these deeds. They can't be nice things that I was asked to do. Like for instance, if my mom tells me to take out the trash, it doesn't count. However, if I go out of my way to do it to help out without being asked, that counts. When I started working at the hospital when I was 16, I also had to make the rule that being nice to patients doesn't count. Going out of my way for patients does. It's hard to describe all the rules I have to make this possible. Most days, I do more than one good deed a day. Some days, it's hard to muster just one. This year, I feel that I have accomplished this resolution on many levels. Next year, I hope will be the same but hopefully better.

Weight loss is always on everyone's list. This one I wasn't so stellar in. I didn't really lose weight until the Fall season. I gained a lot back through the Spring and Summer and didn't get serious until after then. Even now, I'm failing at it. Instead of being good, I just recently finished lunch at Chick-Fil-A when I should have been resisting the greasy temptation. Worst part is, I'll make this a resolution again in 2013 with every other fat-ass trying to fight the obesity. Which means crowded gyms, lack of healthy foods to eat because they will be sold out most of January, and listening to everyone else's uninspiring tales of minimal weight loss. Bleh. I hate January.

What other resolutions will I have in store for 2013? Maybe I'll just save that for another time wasting blog. Or maybe I'll forget to write about it and you'll have to live with not ever knowing.

Lost Voice

It sucks not having a voice. And I'm not talking about a political voice or having a say in a group decision. I'm literally talking about the vocal cords. It seems that once or twice a year, my voice just decides to disappear. Usually it's the result of a cold that has hung around me for too long and it just decides to go to my voice. I don't feel sick. My voice is just gone. I can barely utter an audible sentence. People who have tracheal stomas sound more audible and better than I do right now. 

And of course, the very time I lose my voice is the exact moment everyone wants to hang out with me. As it turns out, not being able to talk with people is extremely detrimental to efficient communication. It's a real pain in the ass. In any case, all I can hope for is my voice to come back in a timely fashion.......which it won't. It never does. So I'm stuck sounding like a 26 year old 14 pack-a-day smoker for at least 2 weeks before I get my voice back to normal. Another insult to this is that my ability to sing in the car has now been taken away. My only guilty pleasure on this planet has been stricken down for at least half a month. 

It seems like 2012 is trying to get one last jab in before it gives way to 2013. It has done so by going for the throat. I've hence decided that 2012 is a dirty fighting bitch. 

There I said it. 

Let us all hope that my voice sort of comes back before the new year. I'll need it. 

Low Quality

So I know my blog hasn't been too exciting lately. I don't have anything worth writing about lately. So basically I've just been writing about the first thing on my mind. Currently, there is nothing pressing on my mind that would demand my time to write about on here.

Unfortunately, I realize that I will not be reaching my goal of tying or beating my old record of 2nd most posts in a year. Unless I crank out 4 more shitty posts, I might do it. But they would be horrible and not worth posting just to beat some stupid self record.

Any case, sorry about my low quality posts. You'll just have to deal with it until I feel creative again.

Silence is Neat

I got the two things back that I needed most: two fitting plain hoodies, and my greatly desired noise canceling headphones. The headphones are wonderful. It turns you that you can in fact buy silence and happiness for an insane price. Thankfully I got them for free for Christmas. Currently, I'm at a coffee shop wearing these very headphones. With a little bit of light music playing in the background, the rest of the world just melts away. No listening to stupid conversations of other people. No listening to the loud noises of the coffee shop. No listening to the crappy music of the coffee shop. Everything else around me is completely irrelevant. These headphones are superior to my last ones in most ways. They fall short on a couple of expectations but those are minor details. However, I must say that they do the job better than my last pair by a long shot.

My hermit tendencies are greatly enhanced by this wonderful piece of technology. I don't have to care about anyone or anything. Someone could be robbing this place and I wouldn't notice. I'm tuned in. I'm in the zone. Visual distractions are limited. Audio distractions are eliminated. Mental thought processes are clear. Yes, these fancy ear muffs are clarity and silence.

I doubt you care. But I just thought you should know that these things are excellent.

I recommend it.

Christmas Memories

So here I am at midnight at my grandparents house in Idaho. It's been easily 10 years since I've been here to celebrate Christmas. It's nice being back during this time of year. Some of my fondest childhood memories are here during the holidays. When I was a kid, I always wondered about the day it would be me driving myself to see my grandparents for Christmas. I would sit in the backseat and enjoy watching the snow pass by the car in the dark. We always seemed to travel to Idaho in the dark. The familiar cold and crisp Idaho air would fill my lungs every time I was outside. My grandparents glowing smiling faces always greeted my sister and I as we pulled into their driveway. The dozens of glorious presents under their perfectly decorated tree would make me and my sister anxious and giddy for the morning. I would always wake up at 4:30 AM and sit around until 6 or 630 to wake up my parents.

It all seems so different now. This year I drove my family up to Idaho because the weather was bad. For the first time in a long time, I felt like a responsible adult because of it. Instead of waking up at 6, we all agreed to wake up around 8 or 9. Instead of toys to occupy our carefree time, we will receive nice and practical gifts. Instead of anxiety for gift opening, it will just be simple happiness. None of these are bad things. But everything I associate with Christmas time at this house is not the same. I'm grown up. So is my sister. My parents and grandparents are older now. Christmas isn't just about receiving gifts and toys to occupy our free time. It's about spending time with those I truly care about. And not just spending time in a cheesy Hollywood Christmas kind of way, but just being there to have that time because we are a family.

I'm glad I'm here. It may not be the climactic childhood Christmas smothered in gifts that I'll always remember, but it's still Christmas with my family. And now more than ever, does that seem like the best gift I can ask for.

Proud Survivor of the End of the World

In my relatively brief 26 years on this planet, I have survived quite a few "end of the world prophecies." Most notably and recently, the Mayan apocalypse. At this point, I'm practically a veteran of surviving these catastrophic events. I've survived 4 Harold Camping predictions, dozens of 1999-2000 predictions. 2 Jehovah's witness predictions. 1 Isaac Newton prediction. 1 Nostradamus prediction. Roughly 9 cult predictions.

At this point, I'm feeling pretty good about my odds of surviving further apocalyptic predictions. The odds have been clearly stacked in my favor. I feel pretty confident that I can rule out climatically catastrophic events as my eventual cause of death. Unfortunately, I have yet to rule out car crashes, cancer, disease, shooting, stabbing, hypothermia, drowning, choking and other various obvious causes.

But on the positive side, ruling out the apocalypse is a pretty big cause to eliminate. Now I just need to be able to confidently eliminate the rest of the possibilities. No big deal.

Familiar Roads

The little sleep I got last night led me to a strange dream. The dream itself wasn't significant but it was the location. Somewhere down a back road was an area that doesn't exist in real life. And yet, I've visited this place frequently in my dreams. It's familiar because I've been there before. My mind uses it as a stage set it seems like. The empty back road always has the same four-way stop and down the road some more lies a small cluster of buildings. Some are houses, some are local businesses. For reasons unknown to me, my mind uses this place as a backdrop for nonsensical dreaming plots. I instantly recognize it as if it were somewhere I've always known. In a way I have always known about it. But for different reasons, I'm always there during different seasons. I always know that this place is far west, not east. I know this place has a candy shop that I've been to several times. I know the place somehow doesn't get a lot of visitors.

Somehow, this place is as real and familiar to me as my grandparents. The sights and smells are like a memory. The crazy thing is, this place doesn't exist anywhere in real life. It exists in my mind to be a setting. I don't know where it comes from, but I find it interesting that my mind has familiar roads and scenery in what is supposed to be a random and sporadic process.

Death of a Plain Hoodie

Another astonishing development to keep you posted about has just broken through..... 5 days ago. One of my favorite plain zip-up hoodies finally broke. The zipper handle thing shattered for no apparent reason. Sure I can still zip it up. But with great difficulty and inconvenience. It was one of my favorite hoodies to wear. It was a nice plain dark gray. Plain. Just the way I like my clothing. It went great with everything I wore. Black shirt? No problem. Yellow shirt? You bet your ass that gray hoodie complimented it. Formal clothing? Definitely worked. It was an all purpose hoodie that worked for every occasion. Now my ability to wear it has been greatly hindered by shoddy manufacturing. I thought about taking it to a seamstress, but realized that cost would be greater than what I had actually paid for it at Target.

The worst part about this is that Target doesn't make that same hoodie anymore. (I've checked 5 different locations. It's gone.) When I first bought that hoodie, I had a small voice in my head tell me to buy two because it would be really handy. I dismissed this voice of reason and decided to save money instead. Now I'm hurting because of it. I should have bought two. They are just such awesome hoodies. Not only was it plain, but it actually fit me. I have great difficulty finding a hoody that fits my small torso. My second favorite hoody just got promoted to current favorite hoody. It's a nice black hoody. I like it. But I'm not sure if it's number one material.

Now I'm on a quest to find similar hoodies of excellent plain and fitting qualities. This has been an insanely difficult task since the style these days it's not very plain at all. Furthermore, hoodies nowadays are huge and baggy, even for a small. I've gotten desperate enough to try on kids sizes with no success. I'm too big for the kids sizes but too small for even a small man size.

Luckily there is light at the end of the tunnel. I've found a few possible replacements after much searching. So don't worry about me over here.

I think I got this catastrophe under control.

Done With Shopping

This is the first time in years where I got my shopping done before the 23rd or 24th. I've found that I have a penchant for getting my shopping done at the very last second in the most stressful fashion possible. Every year, I make half-hearted promises to get my shopping done earlier the following year. For once, I finally made good of that promise. I've been done for 3 days now and it's a wonderful feeling.

However, fighting the crowds was horrible. Everywhere I went, I was sandbagged by an extreme lack of service. At one store, I saw a total of 3 people on the floor. Two of them were working the cash register. The other one was doing some sort of work that didn't involve helping customers at all. This store is massive and huge. It doesn't make sense that during the busiest time of the year that they are so incredibly under-staffed. The other store, there was an excess of employees who all seemed to be concentrated on just creating the illusion of being busy by speed walking to and fro, but not actually doing anything. Eventually, I got some half-assed service that included a long inconvenienced sigh from the employee. Now I understand that it's a busy time of the year and it can't be easy. But suck it up, asshole! It's your job. Do it.

All in all, my shopping is done and I'm very content with that. Maybe next year I'll get done at an even earlier time.

[Probably not.]

Measuring Strength

Today I over-analyzed what it means to put a definition on the strength of someone else. Particularly when people define someones strength to the equivalent of x amount of men. Someone mentioned that an MMA fighter "had the strength of 10 men." I really started to think about that. If someone has the strength of 10 men, what kind of quality of men are we talking about here? This is a very important question. What if all 10 of these men come from different backgrounds of age, capability, disability and different levels of being in shape? No one specifies that all 10 of these alleged men are in shape and strong too. If you have the strength of 10 men, I would think it would be extremely important to specify what kind of men. Like "I have the strength of 10 men who are all roughly in their 20's, in pristine shape and train in heavy weight boxing." That's the man I'm going to fear.

I think if you don't specify that, you leave yourself open to interpretation. People like me will be analyzing what kind of 10 men strong you are. At the end of my decision, I could jump to the conclusion that your strength is the equivalent of 1 tall scrawny, pale 19 year old man, 6 crippled geriatric men with varying degrees of dementia, 2 Jewish boys who just had their entry into manhood via Bar Mitzvah and 1 middle aged fat guy who is only capable of lifting half ounce chicken legs to his face without feeling exhausted. Sure, that seems pretty strong if you think about it superficially. But I think you'll find that combined, this strength equals someone who is approximately 6 foot 4 inches, in moderately decent shape, and has a natural medium build. Which is cool, but relatively unimpressive and not rare.

I wouldn't even say I have the strength of one whole man. I would say I have the strength of 4 high-spirited six year old boys and maybe even the strength of a shy 10 year old whose only exercise comes from playing the Wii.



At least I'm honest.

Can't Write This Month

So I know I said that I would try to write more this month. However, this is just simply not going to happen. December is always busy for me. It's easy for me to forget to write here. Now I know you're hurting for more rants on parking spots, my struggle with school and pointless posts that go no where, but you'll just have to deal with the void in your life that is my lack of posting.

I'll catch you up to speed here with my thoughts as of recently.

With the holidays now grasping everyone tight by the tender genitals, the quality of my life has decreased significantly. Fighting crowds is not my favorite. Every time I'm forced to go out on the weekend to a busy store or public restaurant, I can't help but wish I had a cattle prod or asp baton to start hitting people with. I'm no violent monster. I'm just an angry shut-in who cares little for navigating through large noisy crowds of inconsiderate assholes. Obviously, I would never act on such a thought. That's stupid. I've just noticed as I've gotten older that I have a lower tolerance for crowds and loud noise. When I was young, I didn't mind it so much. All the music shows I went to I was shoulder to shoulder with others getting shoved around while listening to music loud enough to blow the eardrums of everyone within a 6 mile radius. That wouldn't fly so well now. I would probably be at the edge of the crowd yelling for someone to turn it down. I'm just getting too old for this kind of crap now.

My extra-curricular life has suffered a little. I haven't gone fishing in a while. I figured once finals were done, I would be out and about seeing the outdoors again. All my days off have been sandbagged by bad weather which in turn enables my salty attitude towards winter. I've been told I need to do more winter stuff like snowboarding or snow-shoeing or something snow related. I generally oppose snow activities. I tried snowboarding before. It was ok. Nothing that I got overly attached to. I did it for a couple of seasons but never went back after I was 16. I'm just not a winter person. I need sun and warmth. Not cold white shit to slide down on at dangerous speeds atop a slick plastic board.

Lately, I've found that I have a new affinity for sparsely populated coffee shops. It's my new loner hang out. It's some place to go and still enables me to be alone without looking weird. I can read, write, and do whatever without being bothered. I'm currently writing some such a location in a back booth, away from the general public. Even on my days off, it's a nice get away. Just sit back, have some coffee and a cookie. Originally, the coffee shop was just a back-up plan for when the school library got too shitty to deal with i.e bad internet connections, noisy people, or too crowded to sit in. Now it has become a new part of my life. Something to do. Somewhere to go. Something peaceful.

That's it. I'll try to write again before the 31st.

[No promises.]

Rest in Peace Headphones

Yesterday, my beloved noise-canceling headphones broke while taking a test. My world started to collapse. My little piece of artificial peace was broken. No matter where I was, I could turn on my headphones and they would work their magic to tune out everything else. It was like having my own private quiet study room on the go. They were cheaper than the other ones out there. They weren't perfect. But they did their job. Now that I don't have them, I find that I'm anxious to have another pair as soon as possible. I'm not sure if I can make it till Christmas. The ear buds I have work, but they don't tune out the noise of the rest of the world. That is noise that I'm desperate to tune out. It's hard to study otherwise. And sometimes (most of the time), it's just nice to not care about everyone else.

Fair thee well, headphones. I'll be replacing you soon. But you taught me valuable lessons. Tuning out the rest of the world wherever I go is good for my sanity and enforces my hermit behavior.

I need that.

Road Rage and "Top Gun" References

As I've stated before, driving during the holidays is nothing short of atrocious. Everyone, everywhere are committing vile driving atrocities just so they can shop and participate in other holiday-related crap. My road rage usually peaks at about this time of year. People must think I'm insane screaming in my car, pounding on my steering wheel or empty passenger seat. Most strangers in other cars would likely not guess that when I'm not ridiculously pissed off about minor driving infractions, that I'm actually a mild-mannered introvert with a penchant for low-brow dick jokes.

As I was driving to school today, dodging assholes in minivans and SUV's, I had an epiphany. I drive a manual transmission, a stick-shift. I often find my thumb on the top of the shift knob, as if there is some sort of trigger/fire button. What if there was? What if I outfitted my car with missiles?

I can see it now:

Cruising down the freeway while "Highway to the Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins blasts in the background. Some inconsiderate asshole pulls out in front of me and decides to do half the speed limit instead of waiting so as not to inconvenience others with their indifference to time. "Fuck!" I yell as I flip on my targeting computer. My screen in the dashboard dramatically beeps as crosshairs slowly drift over to the car I wish to target. Sweat starts to build upon my brow as I wait for my computer to lock on missiles. This person is seriously inconveniencing me. I have places to go! I can't just simply pass them. Everyone around me has boxed me in. I have no choice but to take this one out in order to complete my mission in a timely fashion. My computer now beeps rapidly as the words "Target Acquired, Missiles Locked!" flash at the bottom of the screen. It's go time! My thumb rolls across the bright red button fixed atop of my shift knob. I push the button and the missiles are away! The car in front of me bursts into flames and wreckage flies everywhere! I coolly drive through the blazing wreckage as if it doesn't phase me. I look in my rear view mirror and notice that a family of four managed to hit the eject button and parachute to safety just before my sidewinder missiles annihilated their only form of viable transportation. A smirk inches its way to the corner of my lips.

"Bogey down," I smugly report over my headset radio.
"Good job, Black Rider. Now proceed to your objective and complete 'Operation: Get Groceries,' replies a calm but ecstatic voice.
"Roger that, H.Q," I say as I pull into Costco.


Thank your lucky stars I don't have missiles on my car. Every day would be a "Top Gun" montage. And no one wants that.

Stress Eating

Stupid school. Stupid finals. I'm stress eating like crazy. As I type this, I'm currently enjoying my usual tall cup of coffee accompanied by a significantly large pastry. But does it ever feel good to have shitty food when stressed. It's horrible. I eat a ton of bad food around this time of year. I tried to be good this week, but I found that it was nearly impossible. 

This pastry soothes the stress of having to write a large final paper. At this moment, I should be writing it. Right now, I should be diligently composing a brilliant essay that will change the way we view history......Ok not really. But I should be working on this final essay that's a significant piece of my grade. 

I'll do it soon. 

After I finish my pastry.............and half my coffee.

In conclusion: School makes me fat.

Dreams That Mirror Alternate Realities

For years, I used to have dreams about old friends that were no longer in my life. These dreams include friends that I knew from elementary school for 10 years +. It was kind of strange. It was as if my subconscious couldn't let them go. As if something, somehwere in my mind was determined to keep them alive somehow. It hasn't been until the last year and a half or so that these dreams have died off to a near rarety. Last night was probably the first time in almost a year that I had a dream about my old friends.

When it has happened, I've been tempted to jump into my Star Trek nerd ways to explain it. I often wonder if there is some way that I'm looking into an alternate universe of what could have been. What if we had stayed friends? What if we had never drifted apart? These are silly questions as there is no use wondering what could have been. It's fun to think of what kind of friends we could have grown into after having already built so many years together. It's still fun to imagine that in some way, I'm looking at the alternate ending to our story.

However, I doubt these alternate endings include my old buddies and I fighting off dinosaurs so we can purchase the ultimate skateboard shoes. I guess I can't rule that out completely. Parallel Universe Theory suggests that anything imagined that can happen, has happened in an alternate universe.

So maybe...........

December is a Disappointment

Words cannot accurately describe my general dislike of the month of December. December is the true mark of winter and coldness. Currently, the weather is tolerable. No snow, pretty mild temperatures, abnormal amounts of sun. I can get behind this. But I know it won't last. Or maybe it will. Who knows. Global warming is messing with our heads.

December is also a time that I tend to write less because I'm busy doing other crap. Usually working a ton or shopping. There are good things about December that I have come to enjoy the last couple of years. December marks the time of year my good friends come home to visit. Everyone is reunited again under one roof. It's always a heartwarming feeling to have everyone together again. Not to mention that my finals come to and end, thus giving me freedom. Sort of. I usually end up working extra to make some money before Christmas. This year, I'll try to have a bit more fun. 

In other news, I beat my own personal record of most posts in a month. Go November! Woo-hoo, I guess. My goal now is to post more often this December and make up for some lost time from my hiatus in the middle of the year. Perhaps with some diligence, I can make this the year with the second most posts. 

There really is no point to this blog. I'm stalling again. I really don't want to work on this piece of shit paper that's due fairly soon. I just can't bring myself to do it. I don't care about it at all. But I know if I finish this paper, a load of stress will be lifted off. I also know if I do this paper, I will have a hard time doing it because I can't think of anything to write on it. 

I'm just a tad burned out on writing papers and preparing for finals.