My Graduation Party

My good friend Dustin Simms is in town. He flew in from Oregon to attend college graduation next week, and just to hang out with old friends, because he's bored selling European cars in Portland. It's good to have him here because I can tell the guy anything, something I can't typically do with anyone except a small group of girls in my life.

Which, I have a tendency to become better friends with girls. They're emotional and they listen, they talk and they express themselves, and they're hot and sometimes I fall for them. Two of the three things guys hardly embrace. Guy friends in my life exist as a mutual form of entertainment. We hang out primarily to entertain each other.

Anyways...Dustin didn't wake up until 3 PM this afternoon because of jet lag and time zones. We went to go eat at Sharon Allen's barbecue, and Dustin and I immediately jumped into talking about girls in our lives. Another good thing about Dustin is that he and I share very similar views on girls.

We then visited Danny Gambero, who'd called me and demanded that he see Dustin too. I read his comic books while they caught up, and we headed back to the apartment to get ready.

Because a group of friends (Kristin and Audrey) decided to celebrate their friendship with me by throwing a graduation party for me. Which was very touching, because I never feel like I make a huge impact in most of my friend's lives, especially theirs.

But the house was a disaster, so I had to clean it before the party.

They arrived awhile later and we made a beer/wine run for the party. I bought a six-pack of Heineken Light and Dustin proceeded to purchase another $60 worth of alcohol. We headed back to the house, where the girls hung up their computer-printout banners for me, and people started arriving.

I must say, I wasn't in the mood for a party at all. I loved that they threw one for me, but I've been over the college party scene for awhile now. I've been over drinking and hanging around a bunch of drunks. I had a few beers, but mostly was excusing myself for periods of time to do Astronomy homework, call and text other friends, and generally avoid the huge party going on in my living room. My roomate Jon Strong came into my room at one point to insist that I get off the phone and come back to my party.

I crashed kind of early as an excuse. And then I proceeded to have strange dreams. And THAT was my day.

Other items of note:

• Finished Season 1 of Grey's Anatomy, episodes 7 and 8: I'm definitely addicted to this show
  
• Watched Six Feet Under Season 1 Episode 3
  

Women And The Men Who Wait For Them

I have a sprained ankle this morning, and it's sprained hardcore. I'm limping all over the house, and I see this continuing for a couple of days. Last night I went to play at the playground with a couple of my friends (Kate, Ariel, Tim, Kearby, and Adam). We were playing what I like to call Fireball 5000 or Lavamonster. Basically one person isn't allowed to get on the playground equipment, and they have to tag other people that are. If they do, that person has to join them as a lavamonster.

Remembering what it's like to be a kid is awesome. Having the heart of a kid, awesomer. I love playing, and can totally get into it. I guess that's why I loved being a day care worker for over a year back in Tucson, AZ.

But that playground was dark at the time. And there were A LOT of steps to constantly have to watch out for while you're running on them. A total safety hazard. While I was running down the equipment I bit it hard when I failed to realize a step down.

There's nothing like the pain from a sprained ankle that brings out the masochist in me. I kind of like it, minus the inconvenience of walking around slowly in pain all the time. I've had a weak right ankle since January 2006, begun when I went running and a pack of smokes fell out of my hoodie jacket and I stepped on them. I bit the ground so hard then, I was on the ground in pain for probably five minutes.

Brings real meaning to the words, "Smoking will kill you."

The 'White Trash' social was a blast. My roomate Jon Strong and I went, my date was Kearby Wilkerson, and we all dressed up. Jon carried a pellet gun with him on campus and got away with it. Kearby was a typical girl and took forever getting ready, making us wait for her. We arrived at the dorm at 7PM to pick her up, and of course, she wasn't ready. She joins us in the lobby to apply make-up and at 7:23PM makes the statement, "It's only 7:23, we're not that late." Of course, she took another 10 minutes after that.

Leave it to a girl to think so relatively of time. You see, if her date were 33 minutes late to a restaurant, chances are excellent she won't be there anymore. Or that she's going to give you an earful. But girls are expected to make guys wait on them when they're preparing for dates...

Sigh...I was just patient and didn't say anything. In fact, I said "Take your time." Because I knew she would regardless. God put her in my life to teach me patience...

We arrived, and it was mainly hanging out and chatting until white elephant gift giving. I'd brought snoring medication, and before someone'd picked my present I slipped in there another gift, "One Free Lapdance From Wactor".

Which is easily work like, 2 grand.

I received this Siggie Sing Song costume. The costume: a blade of grass. Don't ask, it's a sorority thing. But I stole it because I wanted it. Never know, I may use it before the end of the semester.

Other items of note today:

• Watched Grey's Anatomy Season 1 episodes 4, 5, 6, and 7. I must say this: a guy getting shot in the head with a nail gun repeatedly is DISGUSTING. I can take a lot of gore, surgery, and crap. But seeing nails sticking out of the forehead of a guy made me want to puke. And in the show, he was still alive. I was flabbergasted.
• Watched Six Feet Under Season 1 episode 2. I wish I had a trust fund for college. What'd I'd give to not be in debt...
• Watched The Class Season 1 episode 10.
• Napped for like 3 hours this afternoon. I don't know the actual time, but it was somewhere around there. It was grand.
  

Post-Run First Blog

So I've decided to create a blogger. The reason being, I don't like to taint my MySpace blogs with useless vanities. I'm very conscientious about focusing my MySpace blogging to only the highest quality of wit and concise thought.

This blog will not be held to the same standards. This blog's purpose will mainly be to vent, recount my last hours, and maybe ramble. I'm sure there will undoubtedly by wit, and sometimes...concise thought. But mostly I just want to remember where my days are going! Because sometimes, I look at yesterday and I wonder, "What'd I do today!?"

No longer.

I had to get up at 8AM this morning to go running. 5 miles. My final for Jogging for Fitness. In f-ing 43 degree weather. I was miserable and unmotivated, and I walked...A LOT. My time was 47:30, which is nowhere even close to glorious. The slow girl was right behind me when I finished. However I just wanted to get out of the freezing winds. My ears have a low tolerance to cold, and they tend to complain a lot when uncovered.

Worse, I didn't get to sleep until 3AM, so right after this blog is done I'm going back to bed. I was watching the first episode of Six Feet Under, finishing the second to last chapter of The 'Question of God', which is a fabulous book, though it's shines a very flattering light towards C.S. Lewis, which is just fine with me, since I like him anyways.

I went to Goodwill earlier that afternoon to find my costume. Today I have a fraternity winter social, and the theme is 'White Trash'. I found a beautiful plaid shirt that I plan on ripping and lathering with barbeque sauce today.

That morning I also gave plasma for the fourth time in my college career. Strange I just discovered its benefits at the eve of graduation. I just desperately need money, because I'm taking a trip to Colorado in a week to go snowboarding. Amongst other things. Needles suck, I'm still not comfortable with the process. But $40 can be a lot of motivation. It only takes an hour, and I usually just read a book during the process. Once again I was reading 'The Question of God'.

What else did I do?

• Watched Scrubs 3x12 'My Catalyst' guest starring Michael J. Fox. He's short.
• Watched Grey's Anatomy 1x03 'Winning A Battle, Losing A War'. Organ havesting. I don't understand anyone that's selfish enough that they would want to keep organs that could give someone else life. When I die, everything goes to medical donation. However I opted not to donate my body to science. I'm a lifegiver, not a science experiment...
  
• Danced in WalMart listening to the Saosin album I bought earlier this semester, but have neglected giving a serious listen. It's most excellent. But I twisted my ankle mid-dance. :-( I was there buying food with friends wanting to cook a dinner from scratch. While they cooked, I played my friend's Soul Caliber II, which I haven't played since high school. I still pwned everyone.

Alright, back to bed.