Douchebags on Parade!

CNN's Glenn Beck!

What a douchebag.

Thanksgiving!

My favorite celebration in the holiday pantheon is in a mere two days! Thanksgiving day. A day to eat lots of delicious food and bask in the warmth of my family and friends. As I grow up things like that mean more and more to me. When I was younger I much preferred the excitement of Christmas (because of Jesus, not presents. OK, because of presents) and to a lesser extent my birthday (only because of presents though since the day is a month after Christmas I unjustifiably felt I was getting screwed out of more loot). Now, though, I can pretty much get for myself the material goods that I want and I'm only about 98% as selfish as I was when ten, so that lessens the importance of Christmas in my life. And my birthday has nearly no importance because I don't usually have parties as self-aggrandizement isn't my style, I am more the humble greatness kind of guy. I'm much too good to try and convince people how good I am by throwing myself parties. I mean, god, some people just don't have the humility that I do.

So that brings me back to Thanksgiving. Ever since 1999, our uniquely American holiday has been the tops in my book. That was the first time that I remember Thanksgiving being a fucking blast. My aunt and uncle from Germany were there, their friends from Utah with their adorable kids, my new girlfriend was there, and countless family friends. I'm pretty sure there was a cozy glow emanating from the fireplace and I'm also pretty sure it was my first Turducken experience. A love affair was born. And now that I live in stoopid Eugene, Thanksgiving has taken on a new meaning as my well deserved break from school and chance to spend time with my family in a nice warm place. So, Thanksgiving, I am thankful for you! Oh yeah, and I'm also thankful for Abraham Lincoln's role in the holiday. He preserved the Union, freed the slaves, and gave our nation an excuse for a kickass four day weekend!

A true hero.

Proud

Hi, reader. OK, I know I don't have any readers, and maybe that's a good thing. So, anyway, tonight I was hanging out at a local bar watching my beloved Ducks get slaughtered by the USC Trojans. I was enjoying myself talking to an old drunk dude when a beautiful woman walked into the bar. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to be her everlasting partner. But I am just me. After some coaxing from one of my neighborhood bartenders I summoned the courage to say something to her.

"Excuse me," I said, "I'm sorry to interrupt but I have to tell you that you are beautiful."

Beautiful's friend chimes in, "yeah, isn't she exotic?" I said that she isn't exotic, simply beautiful. Beautiful appreciated what I said, but she was obviously not interested. That is totally OK. I had the courage to say something to a girl who is beautiful and me without any entourage. That, I think, is a big step.

I'm Back?

I suppose that, yes, I am back. I'd nearly forgotten that I have a blog. It has been something like five months since I've written anything here and even longer since I've written anything substantial. So...substantial. How about those elections, huh? A big "fuck you" to Bush and so many others. I must admit, part of me is a little sad that Santorum lost if only because I don't want the alternate use of the word to die out.

So...school, huh? I'm in my third year of architecture right now. How time flies. If things go according to plan, I'll be graduating in the summer of '08. That shouldn't be, but is, a big if. You see, I'm currently taking a class called structures that is kicking me in the ass. I had a test yesterday and I wouldn't be surprised if I failed. I need to pass that class because it is only offered once a year. If I wind up failing this class (which would be the first failure of my academic career. EVER) I will have to wait until next year to take it again. Then I'll have to wait until the year after that to take the next two classes in the series. I hope I can get things under control soon.

I'm starting to realize that I'm a grownup. My ten year high school reunion will be right after my college graduation. Wow, ten years. Hard to believe.

Oh, and one more thing, I just cleaned my toilet. I lead an exciting life. You know you envy me.