Late Night Ramblings

Yes, it's like 2:08 in the AM. I should be asleep. But hey, who are you to judge? You should be doing something more productive than reading a college dropouts blog. I guess we're pretty much even then, so let's agree to proceed with our judgment pants taken off, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.

I got a 2004 Chevy Malibu Maxx and it's pretty freakin' awesome. Becky picked it. I picked out our Taurus 6 years ago and we have suffered in the throes of total normalcy and uncoolness ever since. I am bad at choosing things, like cars. I really try hard to make a good decision, and then it's just "meh". Perhaps this explains my general unease with buffets.

Almost two years of regularly jogging are under my belt. This is braggable because I have classically been thought of by my family and friends as having a sense of responsibility and commitment usually only associated with toddlers or very, very, very old people. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying people ridicule me. On the contrary, my family and friends, their expectations so low(or maybe their just maddeningly nice), compliment me on every little sign of maybe, perhaps stumbling towards adulthood. I'm using hyperbole(exageration) here, but I really do worry about this sometimes. Soo many people are nice to me(everyone), that when somebody is not nice to me I am completely shocked and think to myself "WHAT'S HIS/HER PROBLEM??! WHAT A DOUCHE BAG!"

I sometimes wonder if I am gonna get to heaven and God will be like, "nothing for ya up here buddy, you got all your congrats from your mom and wife. Now be a good chimney sweep and clean Sitaram's 14 fireplaces". Sitaram is a kid from India I met once.

This sounds alot more like a girlie diary entry(no disrespect to my female readers, hi jenny) and alot less like a cool blog post than I would like. Well, it's either this, or spend time actually thinking about what I write before-hand and plan it all out to look really cool/funny/insightful, and I can't even finsish reading a book, so I'm thinking a cool blog post is out of the question at this point.

Ya, so I was talking about my running habit. I work out so I look good(physically) to my wife more than I do it to be healthy, which I really wish weren't true and I would like to lie to you and to myself and say it's the other way around, but meh. Also, when I think about it, I work out to accomplish something, to look at how I can run farther/faster than I did a year ago and say "hey, my life isn't pointless, I'm progressing, I'm growing, and it's measurable and undeniable." As if running for 30 minutes and lifting weights isn't the DEFINITION of pointlessness. I'm not running TO anywhere, and the weights don't need to be taken anywhere(if they do, they aren't getting there cuzz I always put them back in the same place I got them from).

in conclusion, here are some pictures of my friend Calvin. I think they speak for themselves.