Sweetness Follows

What a great birthday weekend. As I stated, a birthday swing by with loads of football…and what football it was. This is why fantasy nerds are becoming true fans, and why this true fan refuses to play fantasy. As I picked ’em. I just couldn’t cheer for the 49ers. And I know everyone is thinking that they will walk away in the west again next year, but I’m sticking by my Cardinals. I actually perceive the Rams to be as much of a threat next season with Jeff Fisher taking the position in St. Louis.

So. A rematch of a classic from a few years back. I’m good with it.

I have to speak about my face. I’m impressed. I don’t want to say much. I will say that it is improving. It’s not just the fact that there are fewer zits, but fewer are developing. Where I don’t really have issues, my skin just looks healthier. Call me stubborn…because I’m stubborn. And now I’ll stubbornly continue what I’ve been doing for just over a week…

School. Fine. Kinda rolling through the motions, learning, studying, turning in assignments, reading, playing, sleeping. I will say this, because I don’t know if I’ve remarked on this freakin’ amazing fact of college life: You can eat cereal all the time. For every meal. Cereal for breakfast…with lunch…with dinner…it just seems like it’s the biggest tease of university life. College is supposed to prepare you for real life…can’t have no cereal for three meals in real life! Or can you?

I’ve actually cut a lot of lactose out of my diet. Reading up on that. Just doesn’t vibe with optimal health. But I love cheese. So the cheese has to stay. What can I say? I have Wisconsin roots, and a Wisconsin gal.

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!

No Snow Just Makes Winter…Cold.

I was really hoping for some significant snowfall while in Madison, but right now, it’s just cold. No white blanket, but wonderful kith and kin, and a tree that is most worthy of a Griswold family Christhmaths. Seriously, the tree at my grandparent’s house is ridiculous. I was the first person to see it, and my grandmother’s first words: “Do you think it’s too big?”

Nice to see you too, grandmother.

Anyway. It’s cold here. Not a lot going on. My cousin and I have been hanging out a bit, but I’ve honestly spent most of my time between my grandparent’s place and Maggie’s place. I’ve been here all of 36 hours, you know?

My face, you ask? My face? Never ask a woman her age or weight, and don’t ask me about my face. It’s fine. You know, it’s crazy. I am rapidly approaching the two year anniversary of beginning this blog, and dating Maggie. Two years. I can still remember the chair I was sitting in when I started writing all of these joyous gems. So many things have changed and yet, my zits remain…not the same…but they’re always around for the party. I’ll get to see my aunt tonight. The one who knows of this blog and has followed it for the last couple of years.

What’s next in year three? Honestly, I would hope for clearer skin. Not that I wanna stop writing about my visitors of the acne bacterial variety, but I think I’ve paid my dues. I’m seriously ready to move on. At present I’m just stoked because Derek Anderson left town and has never returned. Though he did leave some stuff in his rental house. That honestly may be one of the worst things about zits. Their residual nature. Just sucks.

OK. Enough. Time for a Choxie truffle!

Oh. My. Gosh. The Snow.

When people told me it snowed here a lot during the winter, I expected what I usually see when I go to Madison, WI for the Christmas season…and there’s not always snow there…not in abundance. Well. There’s a considerable amount, but sweetness, this is amazing. It snows everyday here. Like inches. They get inches. Maggie and I are getting passes to Purgatory, and we plan to spend a lot of time on the slopes this winter. I guess there is some amazing back country skiing and snowboarding around her as well. Sure. That’s obvious. But, there is, and that’s something I have never done.

The beautiful, white blanket almost makes me forget about the trouble I’m having with my face. I’m just realizing how different the dry, winter air is here when compared to what we get in the Phoenix area. I’m becoming fascinated by what I suppose is meteorology? Pretty stoked about an Astronomy class next semester. And I have a short-story creative writing class which should be fun. Still don’t feel any closer to a major, but I’m able to grab these little classes here and there to try some stuff out.

Yes. I keep changing the subject from my face. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. I really don’t. I know that it sucks when you have zits like this and walk from class to class feeling like they’re frozen when you reach the next destination. Instead of killing that bacteria, the cold weather is preserving it. Certainly can’t get cold enough to kill anything. Though I wonder what effect frostbite would have on my zits?

Getting excited about break. Right around the corner. As in…4 days from now? For me, I’ve only got today, tomorrow and Wednesday. All my finals take place over the next three. I’ve already had one this morning, and I was feeling cold, so I came back to just stand in a hot shower for awhile. That’s probably not good for my skin either.

Shot by an Air Soft Rifle

I look like I’ve been hammered by an airsoft rifle. My face is struggling. I’ve had pretty bad bouts with acne before, but it has never been as stubborn as a whole, as it has this week. I don’t know what the deal is. Maybe the change in environments over the past couple of weeks. Arizona to altitude, dry air and all that stuff. I was reading about seasonal acne, and I wish I could say that I suffer from that, but mine is around pretty much all year. It gets like this…just wears me out.

I’ve gotta work tonight, and I really don’t care to be in the public eye when my face is looking like I’ve been pelted at close range with air soft BBs. Just not a fan. I can wear a hat at work, and at least it’s dark in there, but I don’t like wearing a hat. That just makes everything worse, and it hurts my head by the end of the night.

Self admittedly, I haven’t been taking very good care of my face lately, either. That’s just kind of the way it goes sometimes. A lot to juggle, considering the past week. And the Cardinals are starting to play some good football, so I think I’m a little annoyed with them, too. Seriously, they couldn’t figure some of this nonsense out earlier this season? They could be in legitimate playoff contention! Technically they’re not out of it…oh geez, listen to me…I sound like a desperate, cigarette weathered and withered slot jockey in Las Vegas…not out of it. Next thing you know, I’ll be saying that they can take San Francisco at home this weekend and pull to within one game of .500.

This post is ending now. Before I lay the foundation for another zitty bombardment.

Farewell, November

Farewell, November.

Doesn’t that sound like song from like the golden era of cinema? I Googled it just to see what I could find. A total mix of stuff. Another month in, another month out. It has been an adventurous month…November always just seems to fly. Believe it or not, my face is still doing pretty darn good. A couple extras in the mix, but nothing so major. Still rolling in the minor key of the zitty symphony.

Busy-ness right now. Trying to figure my semester beginning in January. Still don’t know really want I want to concentrate on in terms of academic focus. I might push toward business just so I have a good skill set to use in whatever I wanna do. If I do anything arts related, like film or something, obviously I’m going to have to do some grad work, so… I’ve always thought of myself a bit of an entrepreneur – well, ever since I’ve known the word…entrepreneur. Such a cool word.

I figure I should take a class or two in the winter semester. Anyway, in addition to flip-flopping on which classes I want to take combined with what I need to take, I’ve got a nice load of finals to prep for, a few papers to write and more than a few Christmas parties to attend. Also working a little more steady. It kind of works out that I’m leaving about the time a dude comes back from DU (Denver University) who has also worked there and is looking to pick up a few hours. Win-win.

Getting out of here. Oh, man. That’s another chore. Gotta score some tix from Durango to Madison. I didn’t think I’d miss my friends from home so much, but several I missed at Thanksgiving have been pinging me lately about coming home for Christmas. Will just have to see if we can hook up next summer.

Oh, My Zits. How I’ve Neglected Thee

It has been too long since I’ve offered appropriate props to the disease so known and hated as Acne Vulgaris. It is vulgar. Just nasty.

You ever think about other people with zits? I do. I wonder about the worst case of acne that has ever existed. It’s almost hard to imagine. Just when you think you’ve seen bad acne, you’ll come across something that is ever worse. I’m not going to play the bridge to the links and photos of some of the worst acne ever, but some poor people are literally so infected with acne – and that’s what it is, an infection – that they just won’t go out in public. Instead of skin that is fighting acne it is like the skin has become completely overwhelmed with acne sores. Like, cystic acne sores. It’s really sad. I don’t know what you would do about such a severe problem.

While I’ve become exhausted with my acne at times, I can say that it comes and goes. It’s mild to moderate. It just never really, fully goes away. I can admit that I haven’t really ever offered anything consistent in terms of treatment. I’ll get two weeks in and still be experiencing the same here today, gone tomorrow, back the next day acne that I’ve had for a few years now. Ugh. So annoying that I can really say “a few years now.”

I was talking one of my cousins in L.A. back during March Madness when we went over to catch Arizona…anyway, he was telling me how his cleared up while he was in college – would show from time to time – but then when he was 23, almost 24, he started having problems with mild cystic acne, randomly…all over his face. Great. That’s just great to hear. I asked him what he did to get rid of it, and he said he didn’t mess around – went to a doctor and got a prescription. I’ve been good about going to a doctor, just never good at obeying her orders.

Today. Not too terribly bad. Subsiding again. What can I say? F*** my zits!

A Winner. Finally.

This week was a winner. Everything about it. I made the commitment that I wasn’t going to blog again until the Cardinals got a win. The football Cardinals. Oh how I wish I were a baseball Cardinals fan. Anyway, Monday night was briefly enjoyable for Halloween, but a few of us decided that we’d go to this place and watch Monday Night Football. It’s a local bar/restaurant.

While we were there, I noticed a less than favorable exchange between a manager and an employee and then the employee left. I waited it out for a bit, sparked up some casual conversation with the manager throughout the evening, as he began serving us and then I asked if they were hiring. He kind of cocked his head to the side, and said, “I actually just had a guy quit tonight…what kind of restaurant experience do you have?” I replied. “I like to eat them a lot.” He laughed and invited me in for an interview.

Now I’m bar-backing and bussing some tables. It’s much more enjoyable than I thought it would be. I’m still clueless on a lot of things, but the job is mostly physical, and I’m very capable. So, I trained a bit on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, then worked a shift yesterday, and hung out this afternoon to see the Arizona Cardinals beat the St. Louis Rams. …and Patrick Peterson was feeling it. Feeling that mojo from last night’s LSU victory. What a game that was, too. Anyway, in all of this, my face has been adequately cooperative. Not listening to everything I’ve asked of it, yet not being completely disobedient.

I’m over zits. I’m ready to transition into adulthood. It’s nice to be making a little scratch again. That’s luck, right? Preparation meeting opportunity? Don’t know how my preparation transcends beyond the social scope, but I’ll take it.

Maggie says hi. I’m out.

Appy Anoweem

You remember when you were a kid, and you probably said Appy Anoweem instead of Happy Halloween? I’m still pretty much a kid…relatively…respectively…I can vote, but my opinions are gonna get pushed to the back of the pile in most circles of social conversation. BUT. I think, regardless of your age, and how you came across this post. Whether you’re a religious reader, or a stumble upon…get dressed up today or tonight. Go do something as someone else. You’ll appreciate who you are more after the fact. If you don’t, then perhaps there are a few things about your life that you should be changin’!

That’s my big Halloween philosophy. That and don’t eat too many of those candy corns. They’ll make your face break out. I’m sure of it!

The party was amazing. I was a stellar Ninja. People were cheering when I started throwing candy and plastic wrapped cookies instead of throwing stars.

Maggie. Oh my. So amazingly hot. I was expecting little clothing, but she rented a full on, Victorian era gown, and did herself up, carried a parasol… my, my…my… Sometimes when you’re stressed, you just need to set everything aside and have some fun. Cut loose, get the heart rate up, sweat a little bit and be around others who are dedicated to a common task.

Ninja Zits

I’ve got my Ninja gi, and I’m ready to have a stellar time at this party. I’m gonna go full Ninja mode at this beast. The student whose hosting it is from here, and apparently his parents have a pretty large place and they’re in Europe. That sounds like a bad movie plot, doesn’t it? Seriously, this house is immense, I’ve driven by it. Gonna be crazy.

Oh. Sorry about the other day. No, I’m not any happier about my zits, but right now, they’re ninja zits, so as long as they can be used as a weapon, I’m gonna live with it. I still don’t know what gives. I was just having a bad beginning to the week, but after a late night run to Wal-Mart last night, I was cured of my woes with a little bit of chocolate milk…ok…a pint of chocolate milk and some tasty cookies from the bakery. I was thinking it might be funny for me to throw cookies (wrapped of course) or candy instead of throwing stars and throwing jacks when I go to this party. I have no idea what Maggie is dressing up as…she says it’s a surprise. I’m sure it’s something “cute” that is also somehow slightly slutty?

Girls are allowed to do that, you know? Dress like they’re at the beach in late October. Anyway, I’m sure it’ll be quite enjoyable. I have no issue with whatever she’s wearing, so long as she leaves with a ninja at the end of the night…and the ninja is me…let’s be honest, there may be additional ninja warriors at this shin-dig. I’ll report back.