Memorial Day Madness

I want to go to a Memorial Day furniture sale somewhere. I’m always seeing commercials for them. My boss man tried to get me to come in this weekend at the lot, and I basically told him that he could slide that request into the folder labeled, “Ain’t Never Gonna Happen”

Yeah, those furniture stores look crazy around the holidays. Just thought it’d be fun to jump on some mattresses and recline in some recliners.

What I’m actually planning to do this weekend is to lie around, watch about 10 war movies, BBQ, eat, drink, be merry and catch some wind like a kite. Where it blows, I’m game to investigate. I’ll just catch it and ride. I’ve had a hankering to drive back over to L.A. sometime soon, crash with my cousins and get a little beach time in. There’s a lot of things that I think I may not have the opportunity to do for a minute if I don’t do it this summer. Once I’m in Colorado, I know I’ll be married to those mountains for awhile. Not being the “traditional” spring break type, I’ll probably never be going to any exotic locations for my time off, rather driving home.

I’m gonna give my zits a break from any kind of medication this weekend. Just gonna cleanse the face, and then let it breathe in…and out…in… …and out…

Here’s what I’m thinking for this weekend, aside from sporting events on the TV:

The Thin Red Line
Platoon
RAMBO (the new one)
Saving Private Ryan
Apocalypse Now
Last of The Mohicans
Empire of the Sun
Tora! Tora! Tora! (haven’t seen it yet)
Three Kings
Restrepo

That’s some stuff.

In the event that any individual(s) who have served in United States military or with our allied forces come across this, thank you for serving! And if in the super-rare event that someone from an enemy force comes across this – I wish we could all be on the same side.

I’m Melting up in This Mother

It’s hot. Why am I noticing that this year more than ever? I must be getting old. Only old people talk about the weather. Youth doesn’t complain, they find the joy in it. Perhaps I need to take a day off, since this was my 6th day on in a row. Yeah, I know that’s not ridiculous for a working professional, but I’m a recent high school grad. I should be screwing around and stuff.

I think I’m gonna go catch a late flic. I got my online application in at a local theater. Hopefully I’ll get called in for an interview within the next week. It’d be awesome to have the job for all of June and July.

Yep. Just got a text from my QB, and fellow zit brother, and we’re gonna go see Hangover II. Don’t know whether I’m excited or trying to avoid the over-hype of this movie. I enjoyed the first one, but I wouldn’t say I loved it or thought it was as great as everyone made it out to be. Yes. It was funny, but it was far from being the funniest movie I have ever seen. I still haven’t seen Thor, so we may double feature and catch ’em both tonight. That is the way I roll.

Maggie is going to come out here for a couple weeks in late June, then we’re going to fly back to Madison together for 4th of July and such…that should be pretty enjoyable. We’ve never taken a big trip, just the two of us, so it should be fun…you know…watching TSA fondle my woman. What can I say – I can’t blame them for doing so…I’d certainly find a way to put her on the list if I were a TSA douche. That’s really mean. I know people in the TSA are just doing their jobs. It’s just unfortunate that their jobs are completely illegal a lot of the time, and they get to hide behind an iron-on badge patch.

Gotta get That Paper…Gotta get That Munny

I’ve been working my zits off this week. Yep. It’s only Tuesday night. But. I worked all weekend. Saturday. Sunday after church I went in. Monday. Today. A lot of crap to take care of. I’m really a neat freak, so I felt like some of the crap had been long neglected in the wash bay and within some of the storage areas of the dealership.

I’m gonna try to get another job. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m going to apply under the illusion that I’ll be around for a long time. Basically, I wanna get a job at a movie theater. That’ll help me save money on what I spend my money on, while also making money working around stuff that I really enjoy. You understand? I said…do you understand? I’m in rare form. I’m always amped after coming home from work. I haven’t been running lately…just wanted a little bit of a break, you know? I said…YOU KNOW?

I’ve decided that I’m just gonna stick around for the summer. Will hop over to Wisconsin for a bit, but for the most part, I’m gonna settle in, and spend time with friends and family. I’m sure that a lot of these friends I will see on occasion, but some people around here, I may never see again. Sounds kind of morbid, but that’s how I read it. Just the way life works.

Maggie is wigging – she still hasn’t pulled the trigger on a school choice. That’s kind of stressing me out, because it’s stressing her out. And you know what stress means. Zit city, baby. Yeah, I was naive enough to think that I would leave the zits behind with high school, but it just hasn’t been the case. I’m actually supposed to go see my dermatologist next Tuesday, so we’ll see what she says this time. If I were her, I’d refuse to see me, since I have basically refused every treatment option she has suggested.

My Day

I’m taking a personal day.

The little sibs are still in school, so I got up early with them, and decided I’d fill my day with a bunch of nothing. I rarely just get the whole house to myself to do whatever I prefer. So, I’ve got three movies set aside, as well as a pile of video games that I haven’t played in awhile…if something can hold my attention for more than 20 minutes, I’ll be surprised.

I’m a high school graduate. Congratulations. Thanks. It does feel nice to have it out of the way. I never hated school. I had no drama this year, other than the episode at the the pep rally back in football season that landed me in ISS. Geez. How stupid was that?

My face is looking good. Better than what it normally looks like. Still chasing that stellar skin, but no dramatic zit stories for the past couple of weeks. I wouldn’t be surprised if I got attacked by a few in the next couple of weeks when I start to freak out about what exactly I’m going to do once July rolls around. Am I going to move to Durango, or stay here and just go traditional route. I’ve got to make that decision very soon, or it may be made for me. Not a fan of obligation – I like my choices.

Poor Mags hasn’t even declared where she’s going to school yet. She says she’s going for sure once the fall rolls around, but I told her that it wouldn’t be the end of the world to start in January. I think I offended her. I just know she’s frustrated, and it’s not something worth being frustrated about.

OK. It’s my personal day, so nothing heavy – for a day. Time to watch some old school Jim Carrey, eat crappy food that tastes delicious, starting with this bag of chocolate frosted donettes, and then…see where the mid-morning leads me.

T-Minus 30:00:00

30ish hours ’til the big moment.

Can I confess something? This isn’t really that big of a deal to me. I know it’ll be nice – a nice moment – but I’m just not incredibly excited. I look around at my peers, and classmates, and there are a lot of them, and I’m just not on the same page as they are. So many of us have similar interest and goals of moving on and achieving something, but I don’t even have a clue of what I want to “profess” as my career. Not a clue. I was talking to my dad late last night… we stayed up and watched Major League and talked ’til 2 a.m., and I asked him if he ever had that moment where everything just clicked. His response: Nope. Still haven’t. Is that disappointing?

It wasn’t. It was refreshing. I consider my pops highly successful, more so as a person, and I guess I’m learning that’s how I measure success. I certainly don’t measure it based on my zitty face. Unless zits equate to success, then I might very well be in the 1% that so many people aspire to. Me. The one percent. Makes a zitty fella smile.

Actually, my face has decided to cooperate a bit this week. I think it’s because this week is the first breath that I’ve enjoyed since Christmas vacation. Really, I have not one care in the world. I would say I feel lucky for that, but I think it’s bigger than luck. I like the word blessing – I guess it’s how I was raised.

I am actually looking forward to the graduation party to follow the ceremony. It is hosted by the school, and they’ve got a lot of local sponsorships, prizes, etc., so it should be an enjoyable time – what can I say, I’m a sucker for free food outside the norm. Of course it won’t be attended by all, but so long as I don’t have to hear about some idiot doing something stupid and ending up dead or in a coma, I hope everyone enjoys their graduation how they see fit.

My Last Week of High School

Maybe it would seem a bigger deal if I hadn’t already sealed it almost a year ago. No big finals, nothing major planned for the week. Some family coming in on Wednesday, and our actual commencement ceremony is on Thursday. Big breath. Yeah, I feel ready. The time just flies. Maggie graduated on Friday. I was really hopeful to be there, but clearly things changed with my extra curricular activities this spring.

This week will consist of going through the motions. Did I fail to mention…? Our State Track Meet aka the AIA State Championship was this weekend? Yeah. Saturday was a huge day in the story of F*** My Zits.

Yeah. Say I’m superstitious. I just didn’t want to mention anything until the deed was done. It went well. Almost the sweetest taste in my mouth, though I’ll definitely take silver. Yep. Got second. It was an incredible race. I’m still kind of in disbelief, because everything has been such a whirlwind over the past few months. Honestly, it still feels like mid-March, not mid-May. I asked my mom if there was a pause button to just enjoy the moments a little bit longer… Her reply: Um. No. Let me know if you ever find one.

So. The track experiment? It was possibly more successful than the football experiment. My year in review. I went from spectator to true competitor. I was always playing sports with friends and just on my own at parks, on the weekends, but to be challenged like that? To push beyond a threshold to a level I didn’t realize I possessed – I wouldn’t trade the experience for the world. It was win-win, and I did… I won a lot. Now I’ll get to train at altitude living in Durango. It’s 6,500 feet there. Definitely want to buy a nice mountain bike with some of my graduation funds.

My face? Well. It’s looking more and more like some zits are going to accompany on the next leg of my journey. And oh, ouch… I just bent my leg to get comfortable, only to feel pain. After the medal ceremony at the meet this weekend, a teammate came to give me a really high five. I thought it’d be funny to not jump and catch him midair – unfortunately, his knee drove right into my thigh. Deep thigh bruise. That’s what you call pure dumbassery.

The Mix

I took 2nd. If you’re curious. There was a guy who ran 1:54.08 – I ran 1:55.02. The guy that I’ve oft referred to as Awesome Dude, ran 1:58 and took 5th. Then there were a couple other guys fighting out at 1:57 a few strides behind me. Let me say that I felt like I was chasing a rabbit. It was absurd. I felt very comfortable for the first lap. We ran packed. A couple dudes went down who were lost in the middle.

As we hit the line and they rang the bell, the pace increased, and I just went with the guy in the lead. That particular guy finished 3rd. It was the guy who was just behind me who went late, and I went with him. We passed the leader and fought it out for the win. If I raced him again, I’d come in with a little different race strategy. Anyway. I won’t. I won’t get to race him again. He’s from a much larger school, so that’s that. We certainly hit it off after the race. Chatted for quite awhile. He’s actually going to run track for Arizona next year. Anyway, enough of that. What I wanted to write about today is music and zits.

My face is looking good. So. There’s you update on my zits. I really haven’t done anything out of the ordinary or differently that I have in the past. Same thing. Just hoping that something takes. I had to stop using the face wash I like because I was drying out big time with all of this sun exposure and sweating. The sunscreen I was using was apparently causing a problem, so my dermatologist suggested this Nutrogena Sheer stuff. It’s like SPF 4 billion. OK. 45.

Music. I only recently started running with music. I was always just enjoying the silence when my dad asked, “Why don’t you ever run with your iPod? I know you’re old school, but I bought you the thing hoping you would use it.” Yeah, I just don’t use it very often. I’m always listen to vinyl now with stereo headphones. So. Running mix. I need help. Suggestions. I enjoy running in the mornings to Zeppelin. That gets me goin’… I usually start with a nice little trot to “Since I’ve Been Loving You.” By the end of the song, I’m into a legit run. Then I slow it down for a little jog to “Thank You,” Then pick it back up to “Whole Lotta Love.” Anyway, the mix is good stuff, but I’m open to suggestions. ? Let’s hear it. My pops suggested “It Keeps You Runnin'” by the Doobie Brothers, as well as a few other songs about running.

If you’ll excuse me now, I am going to address a single zit up near my hairline.

V is for Victory. Or Vicksburg if You Live in Mississippi

I’m seeing V’s. When I race, I literally visualize one V after another, pointing in the direction of the race. Counter-clockwise around the track. We’re about to head out. We leave at 10:00 a.m. to get this festivities started, and the meet starts around noon. We’re not very far from UofA, so, that’s hugely beneficial for us. There are teams coming from all over the place. All over. The high desert, Yuma, Sedona, you name it, they will be there today. This meet will offer the best competition in an open format that we will see all year.

What that means. There are no divisions. No classifications of competition based on school size, etc. The best vs. the best. Right now I have the 2nd best time in the state in the 800, and the guy who has the best will be there. Awesome Dude, aka my rival, will also be there…as will several other sub-2:00 guys, so it’s gonna be an epic race. BTW, did you hear that the word colossal has replaced the trendy use of the word epic. And it fits. Better. Epic is misused, but in this case, I do think our race will be epic. People will talk about this one in the years to come. If not, I didn’t do my job.

It’s weird that after I get sick, my face always seems to clear up nicely. So. My face looks good today. And I gotta go. They just made the announcement for us to go to the bus. Yep. I’ve been hiding out in the library. Didn’t want to interrupt my film class by leaving.

The Bad With the Good

Remember how I mentioned that Saturday would be an experiment of sorts? Well, I woke up in a zitty fever, not feeling well, and decided to push through it. Caught the bus, and my coach’s first words to me: “You feelin’ OK? You stay up too late?” I didn’t…got plenty of sleep. My immune system finally gave in to the week prior, I believe. I’ve always noticed that it’s the second day after a lack of sleep that really gets to you, but what happens when you go 5 straight days without enough rest?

We got to the location, and everyone began pushing through their warm-up routine. I went to the bathroom for awhile and realized that I was not looking any better. Bear in mind, I was the chatter of the pre-race activity. My times right now are putting me in line to compete at the state meet. All things considered, I knew I’d be lucky on Saturday to finish. After noticing my zits looked particularly red due to my pale skin, I weighed my options. I could just say screw it, or I could drop out of all competition. I decided to give it a try.

I felt OK running the 4×800. Didn’t even focus on time. Just ran next to the guy in the lead. The pace felt slow, and it was. 2:11. When the open 800 rolled around, I led for the first lap, and then ran into an impasse. My mind vs. my heart. I was in the lead and the next thing I knew I was starting to feel like I had never run a day in my life. My legs weighed 400 pounds a piece and my arms just kind of quit moving and fell down to my sides.

I could feel the guy on my hip was kind of confused when I pulled over to lane 3 and just started jogging. As my teammate, who was in 3rd at the time, passed me, he literally asked if I was hurt. I just said, “Gonna throw up,” and then said, “Go win this thing!” What I said to him, apparently he found inspiring. Because he did. He won. I let the pack run by, then I made it back to lane one and yacked in the infield. It was the most embarrassing moment in my life.

I finished the race with a jog, and got a nice round of applause coming down the homestretch. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just waved at everyone. I immediately made a bee line for the restroom. Yacked again. The coach of the team who was hosting the meet took me into his office and let me like on a trainers table for the rest of the meet.

Maybe I shouldn’t have had those 3 bowls of Cocoa Pebbles when I woke up not feeling well? Feeling fine today. Practice was great. Ready for tomorrow.

FRIDAY!

We’ve got a Saturday meet this weekend. I’m excited for it. A little tune up for a big meet that is hosted at UofA next week! That one will be the first time I’ve seen awesome dude since I gave him his first career defeat. Think he’ll be gunning to remove me from the platform? Do you think I’ll be ready to offer more resistance than he can handle?

So. A little tune-up practice this evening. I ran this morning. Got my work in. I’m really excited to see how tomorrow goes. One of my friends and teammates who also runs the 800 recommended a really good night’s sleep. God knows I need it. I do. Still exhausted from last weekend a little bit. So. I’m gonna crash out really early tonight and get up as early as my body gets up. The bus leaves at 9:00, and the meet will be in full effect by 11:00. This means I’m racing in the afternoon, for the first time. All things considered, I’m used to being up for 10-12 hours before I race. This is why I’ve been running in the mornings. I’m so happy I have been. My body should say yes to whatever I demand.

EXCEPT

WHEN

I DEMAND

THESE ZITS

PISS OFF!

Oh yeah. Full effect. Like the blooms on a cactus. When they hit, they hit, and they’re unmissable. So. Tomorrow, I guess I’ll be the zitty kid who is really good at the 800m. Oh. Also. I’ll be running the 4×800 tomorrow. So, we’re gonna see how I recover from running the first event of the day, hard, and have to turn around and run the open 800, hard…and cap the day with the 4×400. At one of the meets next week, I’m running the open 400, so that’ll be interesting, too. Our relay teams are OK, and improving, and hopefully I’ll help tomorrow, but in the grand scheme, we’re not going to compete at the bigger meets. No criticism to teammates, but we’re 3 strong and then running with some youngins who are still learning, so, it’s kind of guess as to what happens from meet to meet.