A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

This has been the laziest of Saturday afternoons. No work today. Just chillin’. Enjoyed some breakfast, and now I’m reading a book. What book, you ask? Moneyball. Figured I should read it before seeing it…if I see it. The read is fast and fantastic, and I think its important to read things you enjoy while you’re stuck reading crap that you don’t all the time in college. Not that I don’t find reading for class interesting and intriguing at times, but all in all, it’s boring as all get out. If only they could hire GREAT writers to write textbooks. Melding humor, anecdotes, examples, etc. to make the process so much more enjoyable.

This would also solve the problem of keeping pertinent, factual information in textbooks as editions change and cycle. Just an opinion. That I stole from a professor. Curriculum writers take note. I just made that up. Curriculum writers. I’m sure these textbooks are like everything else in this country…outsourced to English speakers in China, then edited by people here before being published. I kid. I don’t really believe that.

So. My zits. They’re not coexisting well with my new method of treatment. Seriously. Looks like they may pack up and leave for good. That’s really disappointing. Oh, wait. I’m confused. I’ve suffered from these little PABs for so long that I feel like I’ll no longer have a social crutch to lean on. That I’ll have to lead the way into conversation now, instead of being a counter-talker.

Oh, new horizons. You have my interest.

OK. I’m gonna go over to Mags now. Lie in her window, which snags some awesome afternoon sun. Just be like a cat. Look around. Maybe lick myself, turn on the nearest passer by and jump around at anything that moves.

Cafeteria Tray Adventures

Someone I know – who shall remain nameless – works in the cafeteria here on campus, and with every cafeteria you have trays. Trays to put your plate on, drinks on, etc. But did you know that these cafeteria trays are also excellent for sledding on? As in…these suckers fly!

There is a lot of sledding around here. As you might suspect. But one of the coolest things about all aspects of sledding here is finding the latest, greatest thing you can sled on. The traditional options are great. I’ve never been the biggest fan of the saucer sled, but I most definitely love rolling on the cafeteria trays. The key is to have at least two, but optimally four trays: one under your butt, one under your feet, and one for each hand. This allows for the ability to feign some sort of slalom technique…which makes for a bunch of dudes, and snow chicks doing some absurdly stupid and goofy looking stuff on a large, snow-covered hill.

No. These trays are not stolen. Don’t you dare go there. They’re merely borrowed. We “pay” for their use, and I have never seen anything in regards to what they’re “not” to be used for…so if we’re told to stop, we’ll stop. In the meantime. It’s snowing right now, and today we’re gonna have some races.

Hey! Guess what I had for breakfast? Guess what I had for lunch? Guess what I’m going to have as dessert after a hearty, post-sledding dinner?

What can I say. Tuesdays are my Mondays.

A Football Championship Birthday Celebration!

Up early today. A good day. Mags and I are going to church. I guess you could consider us church goers, though we haven’t been since we’ve been in school. We met a really nice lady at a local business who invited us and who would we be to say no. So. Up and at ’em on a Sunday for the first time in a long time.

After, we’ll be heading straight for a local establishment to enjoy an all-afternoon birthday celebration. Just gonna sit and let people stop by who want to stop by. Don’t get between me and the four teams trying to get to the Super Bowl, and I’m good to go. Who do I like? I’m going with a rematch of the classic we watched a few years ago – New England Patriots vs. New York Giants. I think the Giants have the Patriots number – I’ll go ahead and put that out there. And when healthy? Their front four? As they say in NY, “Fuhgedaboudit.”

Did I mention that I put an application in at Purgatory/Durango Ski Resort? They want to interview me. I attached a resume, and wrote a nice cover letter. Told them that if there was nothing available now, I’d love to be in consideration for whatever goes on there during the summer. Less than a week later I get a call asking me to come in for an interview.

Allow me to break a little ground. I do believe that the current “proactivity” that I have been adhering to is offering positive results for the first time ever. That’s all I’m saying for now.

OK. Time to get the day started.

Mo Sno

We’ve got some beautiful snow in Durango, but the weather during the rest of the week is supposed to be quite odd. Highs hitting near 50 degrees!? In January? Of course, I’ve never lived here during a winter, but…

Mags and I hit the slopes again last weekend. We totally forgot about MLK Jr. day. So a big thanks to the man who fought to make us a little more humane, and whose legacy offers us a day to be a little more humane–aka enjoying the people we love to be around. At least that’s what I’m choosing to do. It all gets real again tomorrow. Time to really refocus on academia. Growing up in a place where there was never snow and just sand and saguaros, it’s kind of fun to walk to and from classes, across campus and into town with the snow blowing. It’s truly beautiful. I see why people who live here love it and never leave.

I have been working a lot, relatively speaking. When I came back, one of the guys who was also working as a bar back decided he was done in Durango. So. There you go. Some never leave, some leave and never come back. In regards to the latter, it’s going to allow me the opportunity to work as much as I want to. I’ve even got the good vibe to bring my studies on slower days. That’s cool, but that’s not my preferred goodies…

My face. Ah. Too soon to tell, but I am enjoying the ease of the application and “system.” I will say that I’ve noticed fewer, stubborn little blackheads after only a few days, but if I’m being fair, I haven’t been entirely consistent with the Proactiv directions yet–I forgot to do it this weekend. OK. I’m busted. I didn’t shower on Saturday or Sunday.

To Reach a Destination you First Need Direction

I did it. I ordered it. When I say it. I mean Proactiv. I had no idea they had so much stuff for sale on the website. I should have just grabbed a box of it from the kiosk when I was in Madison at the mall, but I felt like my skin was cooperating better there, and out of sight, out of mind. Anyway, I just got the standard kit, and I also ordered a moisturizer. I was doing some research, and considering the weather here, I think an additional moisturizer might help some of my problem. Dead skin cells being a huge acne proponent. Don’t need more of those acne proponents. Need acne killers. Stoppers. I need this moisturizer to be the Ray Lewis of fighting acne.

I’m not expecting a miracle, but I do have my hopes pretty high that it’ll work. I mean, all those celebrities who use the stuff? And yeah. I believe that they do. ‘Cause acne sucks. You don’t go telling people that you have skin problems even if you’re getting paid to do it. But when you have skin problems and get rid of them…? You want everyone to know. So. That’s what I’m hoping. It’ll probably get here within the next couple of days, and I’m excited to get started with it.

Shifting gears. I’m going to be working a ton this winter, and probably into the spring. But from what I understand, spring isn’t really spring here. It just keeps snowing until it’s almost summer. I asked someone the other day if it was possible to get to Silverton during the winter, and they said that it’s a near impossibility at times. That they close the road through the passes because it is so unsafe to travel. Might get stuck up there and do like the Donner party. Eek.

BCS Championship Madness

I don’t have a dog in the fight, but I’m pretty amped for the game tonight. Got a double or nothing with Maggie. She’s going with Alabama and I’m going with LSU. You know how teams seem to have those seasons of destiny? Not only that, but I watched the first game and LSU seemed to play a very conservative game plan. All those athletes and they served vanilla. And still won. Maggie thinks playing in New Orleans will be a distraction for the guys from Louisiana, and I think she just doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

I was looking at the lines on my betting site, and for the last five weeks it has been a straight push or LSU -1. Which basically means that the sportsbooks don’t think people want action on the game. I don’t. I wouldn’t touch it with a 29 and a half foot pole. But I’ll certainly offer my lady double or nothing. It’s just laundry. But that’s multiple loads…and I’ll take it. Wash. Dry. Fold. And she’s got an iron, so I may have her press some trousers.

I’m thinking about trying Proactiv. I know I’ve said this about 10 times before, but something’s got to give. I’m just not interested in this acne anymore. It does me no favors. I know that ultimately people don’t care, but I just don’t even like the thought of being referred to as, “…I can’t remember his name…really nice guy…um, he’s kind of got acne issues…? Yeah, that’s him…” Seriously, who wants to be known as the zit haver? Clearly it was never a goal. And I’ve been moaning about it for two years on this blog, and now, as I get a little older and more frustrated with it, I start to think that I really wasted serious opportunity with a stellar dermatologist. Seriously. F*** My Zits and F*** my absurd teenage ideology. Turn 20 this month, you know. Time to quit acting like a stubborn 9 year old.

Snow Bunnies

Snow time, snow time… Now it feels like Christmas. We’re just crashing out up here. Did I mention how much I won on that Oregon v. Wisconsin game? I haven’t even mentioned it, have I? Had I lost, I would have been out significant funds. Significant. But, I didn’t. I won a betcha with Maggie, and scored enough cash to afford our weekend at Purgatory/Durango Ski Resort. I need to try and get a job here so I can ride for free. It’s not pricey like some of the other Colorado resorts, but when you’re saving for a life with your honey, well, you don’t want to be spending excessive funds on snow. Maybe I’ll see what the story is. If not this year, then for next. Maybe I could get on in the summer. They do mountain biking stuff during the summer…that sounds fun, too.

Maggie is a good little shredder. Well, maybe she doesn’t shred yet, but she’s a jock, so it just made sense to her. Only took awhile for her to really get going earlier today. Now we’re cozied up, and ready to flow with some Netflix. Then up and at ’em again tomorrow for more glide.

Oh. My face. Remember how I said I’d stress and break out after that car accident. As small as it was…still got me. I’m telling you, my physiology is just off. There’s too much testosterone or something rolling through my body. Exercising regularly somewhat helps, but nothing so significant to think that it’ll solve any problems. At least it hasn’t in the past. And football, geez, that just made it worse. But at least it was predictable. OK. Movie time. Sleep tight…or party on!