I'm not that weird I promise. I just have the phone skills of a 16 boy.

"Some one like me needs sunscreen a lot more than someone like you." !!!??? What the hell is wrong with me? I hate the phone. If you're a pretty girl, I suggest you never talk to me on the phone. I'm pretty much always the weirdest person out there. Man, I've got to work on that.

I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and all I got wast this stupid song written about me

To sipe or not to sipe. So there’s this “new” thing they do to tires called “sipeing” that supposedly gives you better traction and longer tire life. They make these diagonal slits a centimeter into your tread in order to give your tires more surface contact with the road. They claim it also does better in rain and snow. Hmmm. Well I’d really like to get bigger rims on my truck, but dangit, I’m poor. After talking to vendors, parents, and sitting on it for a week, I decided that sweet rims are not going to buy me much more than a slightly better looking vehicle. Meh. So reluctantly, I decided to get new stock size tires on my truck. Putin! Still not cool. Impulsively, I decided to have them sipe my tires raising their price from $40 to $47.50. That’s pretty significant, but education costs money. Right now, I think it will be worth it. We’ll see what I think in 3 months. The tires are guaranteed for 60,000, so I figure I’ll have plenty time to get it figured out. Ye old road bike has gone through 8 tubes in one month. I don’t get it. I picked up a few thorns during the race, sheered a few valve stems while learning how to put the tire on, and had a little bad luck. Okay, a LOT of bad luck. The last one I bought at the bike shop and had them WATCH me do it. They helped me and everything looked fine. I took the bike home. Tire still full. Two days later. Tire still full. I went for a 25 mi ride and came home. Tire still full. Didn’t touch the bike. Following evening. Tire still full. Next day, tire still full. Day after that, tire is flat!!!!??? What the hell? So this time I took the wheel back to the bike shop and told them to do it for me. Hopefully I missed something, or they’ll see what is going on.

Grumble grumble grumble.

What the heck is a "loaded God complex?"

MB (roommate) and I went to CA’s (ex-roommate) wedding in Bountiful. I tell you, weddings are great and depressing at the same time. On the plus side, it is so nice to see it work out for a change. That guy has been through hell to be with Lauren. Her parents did not like him, and probably still don’t. He’s not going to be a doctor or a lawyer, so ht must be an inferior human. Not matter that he makes her happy, no matter that he protects her, no matter that he would give his right arm to be with her. As measly nurse, he may not be able to provide her with a six figure salary thus allowing her to buy clothes she doesn’t want and friends who don’t care about her in a neighborhood of prudes. Mike timidly steps back off the soapbox.

MB cooked vinegar based southern BBQ for the luncheon for 90 people. It was divine. The best he’s done yet. It was quite an ordeal. In addition to the two of us, four other friends assisted. I’ve got to tip my hat to servers; those people have their stuff together. I could believe how hard it was just to set down a plate or pitcher of water.

Like I said weddings are great in many ways. They remind people like me that even doomed relationships have hope. They also help you focus on the happy. All you need is a couple truly golden days and suddenly, all the crap disappears. As always, I sensed a few traces of envy in myself. These moments are the only thing that draws that emotion out of me...On the negative side, weddings also remind me of the treacherousness of the road. Personally, I’m willing to do whatever it takes, but sometimes that road is simply impassible. Realizing you have to turn around and find another one is never fun. I get exhausted just thinking about it.

Alright buddy! you want to go? Let's see it. Crap! I can barely move my legs. Well, I guess you win

Another weird dream.
For some reason, I’m in trouble and will be going to jail to be executed. I’m at my housein Tennessee. My parents are there but don’t seem too concerned. I’m like, “screw this, let’s get out of here” to some other dude I don’t know. I discretely put on my running shoes and navigate to the door. Bang! I’m off running down the field. But now I’m wearing knee high rubber boots and am out of breath in no time. I decide to hide in a ditch. At the bottom of the ditch is my mom’s car which I try to scotch under. The “people” come looking and find me without much trouble. My mom makes some comment that I don’t appreciate. I yell out “F#$@ you” and take off running again. The black drill sergeant guy from celebrity fit club chases after me. Now I’m wearing my brown sketchers and moving as slowly as before. I think to myself, “I’m screwed.” I start to slow down, and suddenly, I’m surrounded.
I then woke up.

Note that my mom is the most selfless person I've ever met. I don't think my subconcious has issues with her, but maybe I'm wrong.

Weird weird weird

I just had several weird dreams.

Yesterday, I drove JW to the airport andt traffic/construction was horrendous. I just about lost it. As the three lane of vehicles were slowly moving and stopping. This enormous RV passed me. It wasn't any big deal, but I made a point to pass and get in front of it because hey, who wants to loose to an RV in a traffic jam.

Somehow in my dream, I was driving an SUV. It was maybe the size of a Yukon and maroon (the color of CW's car that we looked at last night because she'd hit a large tree branch and torn a chunk from her front bumper.) Then suddenly I was out of the SUV reading its instructions. It had all kinds of gadgets, and accordig to the manual, it looked just like the inside of JW's new apartment that I had been in for the first time the day before.

In another part of the dream, I found myself running a triathlon. For a change, I was fast. Typically, I'm really slow in dreams. Unfortunately, after a couple miles I realized, I was only with my cousin JC, I realized we were alone and had, in fact forgotten to do the bike portion of the race. I looked around and notice a squadron of bikers riding on an overpass behind us. I was like, "oh crap, and turned around to go towards them. Then I realize I didn't know how to get there as there were no road markers. I also realize I didn't have a bike. Mine is still in pieces because I 'm trying to find why I've gone through six tubes in a month. Suddenly, I was explaining to my mom, who was also there why I had to give up. No bike. No swiming suit. She was like, "what do yo mean, you're wearing everything." I looked down and noticed I was getting out of the river. She was right, I was wearing my tri-shorts and my bike jersey.

When I got home, everyone was waiting. It was my birthday, and mom had stuck large presents all over the place. The last thing I thought was, "great, kitchen supplies." (Which I rather appreciate in real life.)

Like I said, WEEEEIIIIRRRRDDDDD.

If it were up to me, I'd go home and eat doritos

Rule #1: Anyone can take the initiative on the first date.
Corollary: 90% of the time, those who take the initiative should be cut some slack.

Rule #2: After the first date, it is the guy who makes the next move, and he does it with in a week. He doesn't have to ask her out, but he does have to make contact.
Corollary#1: If the girl doesn't want to go on a second date, she says, "Sorry, I'm busy." Corollary #2: If she does want to go but can't, she say, "Sorry, I'm busy, but ask me again sometime."

Rule #3: "Shy" guys are not interested.

Rule #4: Girls who "are hard to read" are not interested.

Rule #5: NO shaking hands.

Rule #6: NO "will there be another date?" type question at the end of a date.

Rule #7: Holding hands = I like you. Nothing more.

Rule #8: Kissing = I really like you. Nothing more (as in "I want to get married ASAP.").

So now what?

Finals are over now. Boeuf. I managed to bomb my 203 final. It's ironic how months and months of studying and preparation can be negated by a couple dumb mistakes (forgetting to look at the bottom of the page to see the correct formula). I can't believe how many times I've done that. Thus is life and a weakness I may get over someday.

I'm quite tired of life's little lessons costing $500 a pop.

In other news...heck what else matter's besides school?

I say plenty, but right now, I've got little to report.

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes

A new leaf and fresh Blog? I hope so. So there's 24 hours in a day, and I've got to start thinking about what to do with what I've got left after work and school. KSCS? Poetasters? Yee old triathlon? Migration to the south of campus? Airating with Zach on the weekends? Hmmmm, so many choices.