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Some people in Portland wanted to set a world record with the most amount of people doing Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” zombie dance. Apparently thousands of people in 80 cities worldwide, participated in this event that took place on a certain day at the exact same time. I wish I would have known about this - I would have totally done it!

Well, I’ve decided to jump on the weight loss bandwagon, for the 8,200,384th time. Hey, as long as I’m trying that’s all that counts, right? Calorie counting has always worked well with me. It’s basic, nearly everything has labels with calories splayed across it, and it doesn’t require much effort. I decided to give this another go when I stepped on the scale yesterday morning, and nearly fainted from the number that came up. It’s easy to let yourself fall into a depression when nearly everything in your life seems out of whack, but I’m determined to not let it get me down too much. The job search has been emotionally taxing, to say the least, and the stress of needing to find something in the matter of six weeks before unemployment runs out, has driven me to stuff my face with pretty much anything and everything. It’s always been my vice; my comfort. It’s also going to kill me, if I don’t put a stop to it.

On a lighter note, I met a cool chick friend named Chris, via Facebook’s ‘new to Portland’ thread. We hung out last night, talked boys, religion, work, past, present, etc. It was fun getting out and meeting someone I have some things in common with. I’m not generally good at meeting people, so this was nice. Hopefully she and I can get together soon.

Been playing World of Warcraft with Paul, Wade, Cam, and Branden. Seems we have the perfect little group going. We’re around level 10. Branden likes to kill poor innocent rabbits with one slight of his hand, just because he can. He’s a meanie, and a twisted little bugger - that’s why we get along, I think. Wade likes to talk on the voice chat thing in the game, like it’s a CB radio.

Me: K, so let’s meet in Razor Hill, Kshhh, over.
Paul: Fine.
Me: You didn’t say over, over.
Paul: *sigh*… Over. You’re crazy. I just want you to know that.
Me: Over.
Paul: What?
Me: You didn’t say over twice, over.
Paul: *sigh*…. Good God. Over.
Me: Copy that. 10-4, good buddy.

I’m a nerd. And I love every minute of it.

Sometimes, out of sheer boredom, I like to scour the personals ads on Craigslist just to find the most jacked up dumbass ads possible. I ran across this big cat, and knew my sister would die. I read her the following ad:

First let me tell you that I’m a man who loves BBW. I love thick heavy thighs, wide hips, full-size butts and more.

Secondly, let me tell you that I have a strong desire to worship and pleasure that one very special and deserving BBW.

I would love to keep a tidy home for you, cook your meals, give your cute toes a pedicure, run warm baths for you and pleasure you on-demand.

Wouldn’t you love to come home to the perfect house-boy who adores you?

I’m milk-chocolate complection, built husky and strong and I can be dressed up and taken out too

Ready for something left of center? Then do respond…

Her: You know what I’d say? “Hi, is your name Summer’s Eve?”
Me: *blink*
Her: …. “because you’re a douchebag.”

You ever feel like your life’s crap? Like you have zero going for you, you’re at this low point.. and then.. suddenly you realize little tiny events in your life have lifted you from the steaming pit-o-crap to .. well.. kinda happy? Like you just have this feeling that every thing’s going to be alright, you don’t know how or why or when, but you just have this settling contentment in the pit of your stomach that’s not really going away, your stresses, while there, seem a bit less LSKDJFKLSJFLKS!!!1, your worries are slightly dulled, and you’re just sort of in this daze that feels kinda mellow, kinda good, kinda sappy, kinda giddy, kinda chill, and well… content? That’s me right now. I’m liking it. A lot. I hope it sticks around.

I watched Hitch last night. I think my favourite part is when Will Smith’s face blew up four times the size it should be and he was downing Benadryl like it was going out of style, the medicine running out of his mouth, down the side of his face. Hilarious! I also got my first taste of a little D&D. I read B’s books, pouring over the seemingly endless detail to the game, story, rules, etc. Interesting stuff. But then I’m a geek; I get off on that kind of thing. It’s just funny - sometimes unexpected things happen during unexpected times.

Leaving for Eugene again tomorrow; dad’s going to be in town, and we’ll be celebrating his birthday. Leslie’s baby shower for Griffin is Saturday. Should be fun!

Cross your fingers for me, too - should hear something about the job this week. Hope I get it!

A photo I took over the weekend of my nephew, Maysen. View the rest of the photos from this weekend, here. Enjoy!

(Stolen from Jeremy)

I just wanted to say one thing, and it’s totally me rubbing it in your face:

Branden and I are going to see Tool in concert. We rule. You don’t. Nyah!

I want to preface this post with the following: This is, by no means, a sad bastard post, so don’t get any ideas that I’m going to go all /wrists on you, k?

Nic and I were talking about this, so I know it’s not just me. Do you remember doing all kinds of stuff when you were a kid, like going to camp, going on vacation, hanging out with friends, that part time summer job that was awesome, insert whatever memory here? I can look back on my life back then and define a moment that brings back really good memories - 1991-1992 was probably my favorite time frame. I was fourteen and was pretty much stalking the German foreign exchange student across the street. Oh, I was in love. (Or so I thought.) Camp Christy was the best place in the world. There was a boy named Daniel King I crushed on there, for a week. In fact, he came to my cabin and serenaded us with “She’s Like the Wind.” Dear God.

I had friends way older than me, a best friend I was attached at the hip with, and I remember baseball games that summer, riding around with said older friends when we knew if we were caught, our parents would ground us for life. I remember weekends at the lake, and Charity nearly choking to death on an orange sucker, and me pounding her on the back, as it shot out of her nose in front of boys we were trying to impress. We still laugh about that today.

I look back on the last ten years of my life, and sure, there’s been some good times there - I met a great guy. My nephew I adore to pieces was born. And that’s about it.

I guess my thing is, there’s not really excitement there. Not like how it used to be, and I wonder why that is? I think part of it is my fault - I haven’t really been out there doing much of anything I really enjoy - my jobs have always been nothing very exciting, I don’t throw myself out there into friendship circles and be a social butterfly - that isn’t really me, either. I wasn’t like that as a kid, yet somehow things seemed more… full? My life seemed more full. I blame the lack of social interaction in a sense, as an adult, but I wonder if it’s all that? Do things change as you get older? Become less exciting? Maybe you see things differently as an adult. I know that I miss how that feels, to be able to look back and be like “Wow. Those were great times. Because the last ten years? Not so much, overall. Ten years is pretty vast. Maybe I need to find my someone I can be a kid with again, in some sense. Someone to make memories with. I don’t really know, but I do know this:

It’s entirely too early to be contemplating this. I’m going back to bed, dammit.

keen:
–adjective, -er, -est.

1. finely sharpened, as an edge; so shaped as to cut or pierce substances readily: a keen razor.
2. sharp, piercing, or biting: a keen wind; keen satire.
3. characterized by strength and distinctness of perception; extremely sensitive or responsive: keen eyes; keen ears.
4. having or showing great mental penetration or acumen: keen reasoning; a keen mind.
5. animated by or showing strong feeling or desire: keen competition.
6. intense, as feeling or desire: keen ambition; keen jealousy.
7. eager; interested; enthusiastic (often fol. by about, on, etc., or an infinitive): She is really keen on going swimming.
8. Slang. great; wonderful; marvelous.