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.

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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!

Victim of Statistics

Got in a freakin’ car accident today. The rush of adrenalin was overwhelming. I know my face will be suffering the consequences of this one. Anyway, no real damage to my car…actually it’s my grandpa’s. No damage, but Maggie was with me, and it scared the crap out of her. I think the person who hit us was texting, and just bumped us pretty good in the rear bumper. It was a mom, and she was rattled, and I tried to stay cool about it, but she didn’t know what to do. Her car was pretty dinged, and I told her if she wanted to we could call the police, or we could just exchange insurance information, which we did.

I guess that’s the way it goes. When you get behind the wheel I guess you will eventually have an accident. At least statistics suggest such. Anyway, I told my grandpa, and he came out and looked and said he couldn’t even tell anything happened to the car, so he called the lady and told her that he wasn’t going to file a claim. Still, it’s kind of a bummer to end the Christmas vacation like this. Just thought I’d share. And I’m sure I’ll share about my zits that develop from it in the very near future.

OK. Time to pack. A few have asked about wedding dates. We’re not there, yet. We’ll talk as the semester progresses, but we’re thinking a winter wedding around next Christmas. We’re also both staying in Durango, and staying in school through the summer, we’ll probably finish in about 3.5 years. Well, 3 years from now. Just gonna depend on a lot of things…well, maybe a few things.

Howdy 2012

Ah. A nice little break. Getting geared to head back. I do love the extended breaks in college. Now I see what the upper classmen were talking about. If I were still in high school, I’d already be back in classes. Mags and I will head back on Friday, and we’re planning to do some serious riding this weekend. Then it’s time to get geared up for classes. I’m going to admit something, and feel free to make fun of me if you must.

I flip through all my books and take mental pictures before the semester starts. It’s crazy to just peek at the bold text, and be familiar with seeing it. Then it sticks better when it comes back around in class and the professor is offering notes during lecture. It’s kind of like, “Oh yeah, I remember that…” Then it sticks easier.

My face and overall complexion and skin health has been better since I’ve been over here. It’s got to be the dry air and altitude combined with the cold. Of course there is a lot of precipitation, but now you know why the snow in the west, especially Colorado, is powder fresh. It’s just amazing. If you’ve never skied it or ridden it, I highly recommend it. Back to my original thought. I’ve got to get something figured out for my face permanently. Any suggestions? I’m willing to take them. Consider them. Come on. Throw ’em at me. Best remedies for acne.

Let’s see. What else is new? Oh. Did I forget to mention? I proposed to Maggie on New Year’s Day. What we officially consider our anniversary. Yep. I’m 19, and I’ve proposed to a girl…and she said…”Is this a joke?” Then she started crying. Then she said yes. Three times. Yes, yes, yes! How ya like them apples?

Magic 8 Ball: Will 2012 Bring me Clear Skin?

Outlook hazy. Ask again later.

Just tell me to hose myself, 8 ball. That’s all you really gotta say. Huh. It has been an amazing Christmas season. I’ve spent a lot of time with my little brother the last couple of days. He’s really a cool kid. Getting to that stage of being a young man in terms of mental maturity. Kid is as sharp as a tack. And a smarta** to boot. His Christmas this year was all airsoft gear, so I promised him we’d go to this indoor place in the area before everyone leaves to go back.

That’s what my next few hours are going to consist of. Now I can really tell people that I got shot with an airsoft rifle if they have the brass to ask about my face. Someone will before I leave. I know it. They always do. I get that they’re concerned, but if I haven’t scarred from these freaking face monsters to this point, I don’t think I’m going to. I just don’t have those kinds of zits. Just the ones that are here, then gone, then here again. Then gone.

Maybe getting shot by an airsoft BB will actually scare some of my pimples away. OK. That’s just stupid. I think I’m a little nervous about getting hammered this afternoon by my brother, and a bunch of other little kids. At least I’ve got my dad, cousin and GRANDPA joining in the action.

I’m taking the weekend away from the computer, so I’ll see you all and update you on the Airsoft extravaganza in 2012. Some big things happening, no doubt!

Boxing Day Flag Football is a Blast…Bet you Didn’t Know That

I love days like today. When what you think might happen isn’t even close to what actually happens. I woke up, looked in the mirror and literally said, “F*** you, zits. You’re refusing to leave, then you’re gonna have to party with me today.” No. I don’t condone that language, but sometimes it is just so powerful when you use it. For some reason, I get saucy when I’m over here. Remember the fight I got into with Maggie’s old dude back in the day? Summer before last? Geez, Louise. That was stupid. I think it’s my cousin. He just gets me fired up. So, it was him who called earlier today and said, “Wanna play some flag football?”

At first the idea didn’t really appeal to me, but then he mentioned that they had access to an indoor soccer facility that had been rented by one of his buddies, who I also know. I said no, then about 15 minutes later he called back and said that his buddy said, “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me. I guess those PAC-12 pansies wouldn’t want to mix it up with us.” That was all it took. I didn’t know that it was a tradition of theirs. They call it the Christmas Hangover Bowl.

I accepted, then hollered at Maggie’s Uncle, who is still in his 30s and in most excellent shape. I wanted to see this beast strut.

So. Mag’s cousin and I show up together, and immediately we’ve put fear into everyone else who was there to play. While there were guys bigger than me there, I had height on most of them, and this was just a friendly game of flag. We had 12 guys, so we were able to throw a little 6 on 6. Maggie’s uncle and I went off. He was playing QB for us, and we just had instant chemistry. After our 3rd TD combo he told me that if I didn’t walk on next year that he would drive to Durango and drag me to the field. That was maybe the best Christmas season present I received. Everyone called me PAC-12 all day, and I let them know that what I did to them is what Oregon will do to Wisconsin. Then Maggie’s uncle refused to take me home for saying that. Seriously, I had to fetch another ride. He said we’d square up on the 2nd. Love this dude.