>> Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Since the world isn't perfect, I have decided to share with you who I am, in picture form. More to come once I drag my giant old external hard drive out of the box covered in shirts. I think this is a fairly good representation of what I'm all about. Oh wait, there is one more...

Yeah, that's my girl Nastia. There's nothing like having a gold
medalist for a girlfriend. She's good to me.

Other things you can learn from this post:
I have yet to teach myself how to format posts properly.
I dream about beautiful people
I spend way too much time on the internet


So we can learn to pick ourselves up

>> Monday, August 18, 2008

If you ever want to stop being friends with me, lie directly to my face, and then go against what you told me within seven days. It does a bang-up job of getting me to not like you or want to speak to you in the least.

On a lighter side, I tried wakeboarding for the first time Saturday. I think it would be something I would really enjoy, if I could, you know, get up. I shouldn't be so pessimistic. I got up once. For thirty seconds. And it was great until I realized the water was getting closer to my face, and it wasn't a wake coming toward me. Sinuses are not made to hold water.

As I was telling my mom and sister about it, my mom said that when you fall on water, there go your ribs. I asked her how many times she had lost her ribs when she fell on the water. I think it reminded her of how much it hurt, because she held her ribs for a long time after that. I think she was crying.


Why do we fall down, Bruce?

>> Saturday, August 9, 2008

Life has a way of triggering complete emotional breakdowns in me. Sometimes they even occur in front of girls I'm interested in, like this last one did. Here's basically how it went down:

"Hi, I'm Steve." Random charming comment or two. "I'd like to take you out some time." Best first date ever goes here. "You are pretty much the coolest girl ever. We need to go out again soon." Wonderful second date goes here. Cue emotional breakdown. "I'm basically crazy, and am scared to death of being alone forever. All my close friends are married, and I would love for nothing more than to be married also. Because of that, I try to start relationships way too quickly."

The middle details of this consist of her not really wanting a relationship right now, which I suspected from the start, but didn't want to be the case. But such is life. After my meltdown, I never expect people to react in a positive light. I mean, let's take this case. I knew this girl for a week before she found out I was crazy. How in the world would you react if this happened to you? Well she didn't run away warning everyone she knew to steer clear of me. Here's how that went down:

"You aren't crazy, you are just insecure. Why do you feel this way? Boy, it sure is unhealthy that you don't talk to you friends very often about this. What makes you think that? It really is ok that you are almost 24 and not married. I'm sorry that I caused all this." Objections on my part to it not being her fault. More chit chat about the whole thing, still. Embarrassing moment of dozing off an snoring in front of her.

I think this is the first time I have had this happen with someone I didn't know very well. All other times it has occurred with a good friend or someone I have been dating for a while. I was shocked to know that she still wanted to get to know me more. I mean, what kind of person does that? Good people do that. People who don't think you are crazy, despite evidence to the contrary. People who are willing to stick it out regardless of knowing there will be more hard times to come. Friends.


>> Monday, August 4, 2008

/end childish emotional rant


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