It's my birthday!

So!  Today, 24 years ago (give or take some hours) a new baby boy came screaming and slimy into this world... ME!  :D  

I had to work this morning, at 7:45, which is gross but I'm not actually working because there's no one here.  Which is fine with me, yeeaahh.  

And as we all do when these times roll around I've been taking stock of my life, reviewing things, remembering things and just generally considering "The meaning of it all".  And I've come to a conclusion;  I need to think less.

WHO CARES what's already happened!?  The past is past, we can learn from it but we can't live in it so let's all stop trying!  There are changes coming in my life, big ones, and they mean scary and unknown things.  But what they could lead to is SOO much better, how could I not take the risks?  

So this is the deal.  Well, not a deal 'cause there's no alternative, but this is what is going to happen.  I am going to continue doing whatever I feel is best and necessary and you all are going to deal with it, and probably be my friend.  You won't be able to stop it, just let it happen. It won't be a bad thing, I'm a good person.  I'll even make you laugh every once in a while.

Bye now, I'm gong to go celebrate.  Don't know how yet, but it's gonna be fun.

:)

Why yesterday was better than today, even though today has barely started and I could win the lottery.

Because yesterday, I WENT SWIMMING.  I can not describe to you how much I adore the water... it's a lot.  Like, A LOT a lot.  I started swimming when I was less than a year old, my mom did the whole water baby thing with me and it worked pretty well.  I was in swim lessons until I was 12 or 13, then stopped because I was a chubby kid and really hated having my shirt off in public.  WORST MISTAKE EVER.  (Well, it's on my top 5)  Stopping swimming is one of those things that, were time travel an option, I would go back and punt myself while yelling, "GET OVER IT AND GET BACK IN THE WATER YOU PUTZ!  Also, be careful on the trampoline." 

Anyway, yesterday I went swimming and played with squirt guns while it was 90 degrees outside.  TODAY I have to be to work in 30 minutes wearing long pants and a black shirt and making coffee for people while it is 95 degrees outside.  I promise that if anyone orders a hot drink past noon I will make it then throw it at them and yell, "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING IT'S 95 DEGREES OUTSIDE YOU IDIOT!  Also, IT WAS NON-FAT BECAUSE YOU ARE HUUUUGE!!!!!"    

*sigh*  I really wish I could do that, stupid morals....

Off to work!  Wish me luck...

Repost from Myspace

Yes yes, it's a re-post. I understand that it's almost (IS) cheating and lazy. Well guess what, I'M TIRED AND IT'S MY BLOG SO WHATEVER!

I love how I assume that this is being read by a cantankerous and critical, yet lovable, 65 year old army vet. It tends to skew my dialogue.

RIGHT THEN, this is a repost from Myspace (myspace.com/penguinboxers add me I'll be your fake friend for months!) and it is still true. I'm thinking that because OBVIOUSLY this gets read by more people I'll get more response and maybe be able to come up with a pattern.

Or I'm tired and felt like posting but didn't want to actually write anything.

HERE IT IS!

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I do not understand my subconscious. Most of the people who I talk to about dreams, like friends and stuff, are all, "I had this dream last night where I cleaned my kitchen, but everything was upside down. Crazy."

So then I'm like, "Wow, that is weird. I had a dream last night where I was in a State Park that was also a shooting range and there was a Poodle-Eating Puma terrorizing our campsite. The end of the dream was me tackling the the Puma as it tried to eat our friends second poodle, the first having been the first victim of it's spree."

Poodle-Eating Pumas. Really. And that's not the weirdest. I've been in royal funeral processions where I am the crowd, the deceased, and flag bearer for the procession separately and at the same time, art galleries run by children that I am baby-sitting, and most recently in post-apocalyptic worlds that turn out to be movies but I am both spectator and "actor" except it's not a movie really, it's real. And it sets it's self up for a sequel. Go me? If anyone has any insight into the whole "this means that in dreams" stuff let me know. I think it's ridiculous but maybe I can find a pattern. I like patterns.

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TADA, I'm going to bed.

REVAMP!!!!!!

Hello all you party people... this is what's up.

I started this thing as a travel blog for our family's trip to Europe... in 2006. As you may have noticed, I posted once and then kinda just didn't anymore. We'll go with I was WAY to busy having fun seeing things. (Truth: I was stuck in a camper-van for 6 weeks with people who really should not travel together for more than one.)

Luckily for me, and to your dismay (you'll see) Blogger was kind enough to keep this around so that I could use to write about whatever the hell I want to. I'm so excited, aren't you? ;)

I WAS going to start this out with an amazing story about how my best friend/sister and I saved the world on Thursday, but she plagiarized me and posted already. So you should go read what is my story about the zombie uprising that she posted.

Oh fine, she wrote it. Can I help it if she's a better writer? Whatever, just go read it. It's right here. (http://influencebad.blogspot.com/2008/07/fort-worden-adventure.html)

Go, right now. No, I'll wait... really.

(suckers)