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.


As I Reflect on Years 15-18

Taking a class on script analysis. Really interesting. I find it particularly applicable to the many aspects of my present life chapter. I have a birthday this weekend. I will gracefully exiting the “important” teenage years, and I’ve been thinking back to the journey it has been. You can go back to 13, but you’re really such a kid at 13 that it really represents a number with little more significance than saying you’re 13.

I believe the adventure lies between 14-18. It just seems that 19 will be somewhat insignificant. It seems to be the forgotten year within the teenage realm. Correct me if I’m wrong. Do people really talk about when they were 19? I just think this will be the gap between 18-20. Which is appropriate considering all of the planning to take place.

Back to the first paragraph. This analysis. It has been quite an incredible journey. I think there are a lot of things that many would have said no to that I said yes to and I’m very blessed because of it. Not lucky. It’s not like it was without influence and calculated decisions, but ultimately, I chose to say yes to opportunity. And the through-line of this teenage journey has been the same thing that has served as the through-line for this blog…the zits.

I really hope this constant within all the variables is about to change. I would love nothing more than to truly F my Zits into oblivion. The occasional? I’m OK with. The consistency? I’d rather be known as consistent in other areas of life. My current endeavor, and the treatment that I am seeking…well…let’s just say I’m not going to ruin what seems like the beginning of a good thing by jinxing it. Weirdo, party of one. I don’t believe in luck, but I am superstitious. Makes sense, right?

We’re Off to L.A.naheim

I’ve been spending a ton of time with my dad lately. We get along probably too well, when considering that I’m an 18 year old seeker of all things independent. But. What can I say. We understand one another well. That we enjoy our space, know how to work hard and play even harder.

After Arizona beat Texas on Sunday, my dad looked at me and said, “Wanna head over for the Sweet 16?”

Technically, it’s in Anaheim, which people will argue… …it is part of L.A. it isn’t part of L.A. I have some cousins who live in L.A. and they get pissed when people refer to Anaheim as L.A. “It’s not even in L.A. County.” I can’t tell you how many times I have heard that. Anyway, we’re staying with them, and then we’ll head down tomorrow to see Arizona take on Duke. Do I think the Cats can down the Devils? Not really. But if they do, I’ll be there to see it, and then we’ll stick around to see what happens in the Elite 8.

All in all, it has been a good week. It has been a quick one. I’ve been busting it on assignments, so I could get them finished before leaving and missing Thursday and Friday. I’ve also been into school early, and working out twice a day to make up for practices I’ll miss with the track team. I’ve been working more technical stuff in the morning, and then getting the real work in during afternoon practices with the team.

My face. Geez. I don’t know what’s going on. It’s not really very zitty right now. You can see where some zits were, but there’s not a lot to speak of or anything promising on the horizon. I’m sure after sweating profusely at the Honda Center, and stressing about things that are out of my control, I’ll have some dandies to report on as we return from CA to AZ.

OK. I’ll toss out an update tomorrow. We gotta hit the road!

Valentine’s Day…Or is it Valentime’s?

It’s the worst. I’m not the grammar police, but I get the biggest kick out of words that are misunderstood, either in mishearing or speaking. Valentine’s vs. Valentime’s is an all time favorite. I’m also a big fan of especially vs. exspecially. Gotta love the Regional/Cultural Americanization of words.

So. For Valentine’s Day, it kinda sucks to not have your Valentine around. But I have to agree with many of my male counterparts. It’s the worst holiday. Just the worst. It blows my mind how hard niche-businesses push their crap for February 14th. I wish I had a friend who had a birthday on Valentine’s Day, because then I could make good excuses from avoiding Valentine’s Day parties and stuff to go to a birthday party. Maybe I’m just bitter, 1.) because my lady is so far away… and 2.) because I’m heartless.

Seriously. I survive without a single heart. I’m like a worm. I have multiple hearts. They’re my zits. It’s time to let the secret out. I’ve only been slow playing you for quite some time, because I didn’t want to seem so “out of the norm.” I mean really, how do you explain to someone that it’s not acne on your face, rather many small hearts, working in harmony with the brain to pump the liters of blood that course through my body.

This is why Valentine’s Day doesn’t really make sense to me. I apologize. It’s just the way I was made. I’m trying to make the most of it. I’m just happy that I eventually learned to love with so many fleeting hearts. I can love in a way that holds true, even as some hearts dissipate and others develop. That’s pretty impressive. Pretty. Impressive.

Yep. I hate my zits.

*Taking a bow. Throwing a peace sign.*