Intended for awesome

My brain cells rubbing
Growing up, where do I go?
Intent submitted

Manned up and made that decision. Wrote up my letter of intent for that mgmt program. Boss lady was like "if it were up to me, you'd already be in". Apparently there are those up in the mother ship that need to review and decide. Supposedly the competition gets creamed in my wake but protocol still needs to be followed. Ill hold my breath until I hear I guess but I have a really good feeling about it. I asked about the possibility of relocation (as indicated in my research about the prog) but boss lady is like we're not letting you go. So at least it looks as though I would stay in the denver metro area. I like it here. Don't wanna leave anytime soon.

Things have changed with my friend. We've been spending a lot more time together. Its nice. Staying in and cooking together instead of going out and getting krunk. And we're open about a lot more stuff. However this does not mean that we won't go out and get krunk but now the levels have slightly changed. For the better?

Its been so long since I've been with anyone but I feel like I can totally just be myself. I mean I always feel like myself, who else am I going to feel like? That's what's good about being artificially selective: I know me already so there's no question of who I am and what I want. Actually I don't know what I want but that's what's awesome. Doing everything and figuring it out. But I do know who I am so everything else will fall in place. And if it doesn't, it doesn't. I make my own destiny.

Its halloween. Stay safe trickortreaters!

Roomyism

That movie came out too close to section 8. I mean district 9! That was close.

Yea. Close. It was a word and a number!

Epic

It started with a typical Thursday morning. Up @ 6, as per usch (I'm hip. Its short for usual.) Ran 6 miles. Did some weight training. Went to work. Shift starts @ 2p. Did my job. Made some old people laugh. Farted. Blamed on that old guy. Ends @ 10p. the next nurse doesn't show up. Why? Maybe its cuz she wasn't supposed to be on. The other nurse on the unit is like "bye!" Leaving me holding the bag. Weak. Worked the next shift. Stayed up all night running around making sure old people didn't die. Or fall out of bed. Laughed a lot with my coworkers. Weird crew @ night. But funny as hell. Drove home at sunrise. Its been a while since I did that. Brings back memories coming home from nyc after an awesome night partying with the young and the beautiful. Sigh.

All day Friday was spent falling in and out of sleep like "what day is it!? Where am I!?" I hate doing those overnight doubles.  roommate says let's go! Get dressed. Get in the car. Where we going? Party! College masquerade party in boulder. Crazy good time. Apparently I wore a luchadore mask. Did the electric slide. Climbed on a roof. Had a powoww with some cool people up there. Went home. Passed out.

Got up Saturday. Tired. Maybe too tired. Worried I wouldn't be able to hang. Packed my bike up in the car and drove to downtown to hang with my friend. You know, the chick I've been hanging with. Like a lot. Met up. Hopped on our bikes. Cruised around downtown. Got to the zombie crawl. Ran into 2 of my coworkers. Weird. Had a late lunch on a patio on the 16th street mall. That's where the zombie crawl took place. Saw some crazy stuff. Souped up hearses with the 50 caliber guns atop the roof. Survivors with children. The children had bloody swords. Pregnant zombies with zombie babies reaching out from the womb. Drank some beers. Saw a smoker zombie that I told how ordinarily smoking is bad, but since she's already dead... Rode to see the occupydenver movement. Went back to her place to change and then for some more beers across the street at the denver beer co. Played some board games with new friends and a vince vaughn zombie lookalike. Watched the friend diffuse a situation involving a drunk dude who lost his dog. Took off my jacket just in case I needed to jump over the fence with a flying sidekick into the drunk dudes neck. But I didn't have to. Then we booked it to comedy works where I was called out as the crazy asian guy. Then the mc shortened it to crasian. It was cool. Saw a funny ass midget comic who gave our other friend a lapdance on stage.

The night ended as it usually do. Up late talking, passing out.

Sunday was lazy. Chill. Awesome.

On the scale of good to awesome, the weekend was epic.

A haiku

Hey there kitty cat.
Your claws have sliced me open.
Watch the blood gush out.

Decisions

Big ones to be made. What am I doing? Sounds so terrible. So many options. There are people out there with none. I'm so selfish.

Had a meeting with the big boss today. Had a discussion about stuff. Where I thought id wanna go careerwise. So weird thinking about my career. Seems like such an adult thing: my career. Was thinking of going for a masters in healthcare administration to help make an impact on the industry. Make a change for the better. The system works, but could be better. Leaner but not meaner.

She brought up a program wherein id be able to train to be a nursing home administrator. Sounds kinda lame but id be able to make a difference in the lives of the elderly and those in post acute. Sounds practical and would give me an opportunity to inspire change. I'm apprehensive about because its a lot of responsibility. Its so grown up.

Obviously I'm a perpetual 20something year old dude that's never going to grow up. I actually demanded a weekday off a week to go boarding. She's like ok! Haha

So yea. Decide time.

Settling

I just don't want to settle

What am i doing?

had a moment where I just stopped and said "what am I doing?"

Its complicated

Youre complicated.

I'm simple.

It should just be easy. We hang once a week. We have a ton of fun. We'll text but its just to make plans for the next time we meet. We talk about our things. We share our feelings about stuff. We're comfortable with each other. You farted the other day. It was gross. Then I farted. It was awesome. We've explored some of this new city together. I enjoy your company. Seems like you enjoy mine.

It should just be easy.

You've got some stuff going on. I do too.

I like hanging with you. I feel like we could be really cool. And we are. And I like that. you're a chick. i'm a dude. whats up?

Pub v priv

The thing that sucks about having a blog is that you really can't be as open as you'd like.

Sell me something... as long as you entertain me.

I watch a lot of tv. Some of my favorite moments are when there's a commercial break. Why? Cuz they're like mini shows and sometimes my attention span is kinda short. In addition to selling me something, they occassionally entertain me. I have dvr, but I won't fastforward cuz I likes me some commercials.

There's a special edition scion that's yellow. The commercial has zeus talking about how he likes awesome things. So he zaps a boring scion into an awesome yellow scion! I want one!

Then there's the all state commercial that saves a couple some money and the dude is all "thanks for the falcon!". All the other dudes walking by are all "I should've gotten a falcon!" Im going to get all state.

Old spice has some funny ones with the dude and there's all this morphing going on.

Of course dairy queen has been stepping up their game. "These aren't just subtitles... they're subtitles I can ride on".

Just saw a carls jr commercial where the god of hamburgers made an awesome burger. There are hot chicks eating the burgers. I totally want one.

I love commercials.

Speed and first visit to fort collins aka foco

I still get kinda freaked out when the speed limit says 75. Sure the fast and the furious series is at top of my favorite movie series. They drive fast and break the law and look cool all while doing it. That's just not me. I would put them in the same category as lotr and star wars and harry potter. Why? Cuz its all a fantasy world to me! I would never race someone on the streets, carry the one ring to rule them all to its destruction, or battle an evil sorcerer to the death. I'm a stay in the lane don't go over the speed limit constantly on the lookout for cops kinda driver. Where I grew up the speed limit was 65 so its been ingrained to stay there. Its fast enough! I guess I would rather get somewhere slower and safer than have to deal with "sorry officer I was speeding cuz I have to poop". I sound like a bitch.

Went to fort collins, co for the first time to visit a fellow jersey dude. Speed limit was 75. I was going 70 and still feeling kinda dangerous. Occassionally I would go up to 75 and feel like a rogue cop on my way to help my dangerous convict friend out of a jam. On the edge is where I live!

So I get to foco and its kinda like boulder, but less expensive to live there it seems. People, well, I didn't really interact with a lot of people. Just the buddy I went to visit. And beer.

I took my first archery lesson with a recurve bow shooting arrows at paper targets. I have to say I did pretty good. now if zombies were stationary id have a pretty good chance at hitting one! Snapped my left forearm a couple times. It didn't hurt but let me know I was alive. Spent 2 hours at gannett ridge hunting equipment on n college ave. The owner was a nice guy, very knowledgable: josh. He's the proprietor of the fine establishment. I got the deal for 5 lessons from livingsocial. It was a pretty sweet deal and the rental was not expensive. Plus he said something about putting my rental payments toward the purchase of a new bow. I think I want to get my skills up and a home or a place where I can shoot before I go and purchase my own bow. But the zombies can come at any time so I better think fast!

Met up with my buddy also from jersey. Chilled out had a few beers and checked out coopersmiths pub and brewery. It was a relaxing spot in downtown foco at the center of foco action. A lot of college bars but kinda subdued at this early hour in the afternoon. I'm sure it would pick up later. I had a devils backbone buffalo burger. It was excellent. I had a few of the pub chips but ate all the slaw. Its getting harder to stick with my paleo diet... considering all the beer. Also I had a huge chocolate shake from walrus ice cream it was grrrreat.

Of course work called and asked if I could work. Dude I'm chilling! So I agreed to work tonight making the next round of work 5 days in a row. I always thought that was too many days in a row. But I could use the money since I went and quit all my jobs except this one. Why? Cuz I didn't come here to kill myself working. According to my halfassed calculations, I could still complete my plan for world domination or debt reduction with this one job. Ill just have to be more frugal.

No pain = keep running

So I've lived here in the rocky mountain state for a little over 3 months, been running 30+ miles/week for the last month, hiked up/ran several moderate/difficult trails and I haven't been hurt. Last week I ran/jumped up the stairs at the red rocks ampitheater. I felt awesome. Then I dropped a deuce and felt I could take a couple more rounds up the stairs. In the first 5 steps I felt a twinge in my right calf and I knew I would be in trouble so I stopped and went home. The next day I hiked up the flatirons and felt pretty awesome. No pain.

The day after that I tried to run and *boop* pain. Ice, ibuprofen, and rest. Of course I worked 40 hours in the next 3 days so of course it wasn't really rest.

Yesterday decided to take it easy and hiked up rattlesnake gulch at eldorado. Beautiful. Got to the continental divide outlook and chilled with an old man and his old dog. Cool dudes.

Came home, watched some episodes of torchwood, and basically ate until I passed out. Yea, really smart. I had 2 apples, a pear, some pineapple, strawbraries, sauteed chicken and green beans, a veggie platter with light ranch... then my roommate comes home and is like let's get pizza. I haven't had pizza in so long so I felt I deserved a treat. Omg. Why would I deny myself?

This morning I felt pretty good (in the calf) so I wanted to get my run on. Decided to treadmill it since I probably would be dumping out a lot today. I was right. Running wasn't bad. Then I had to dump out. Then I ran some more. Guess what? Pain! Def need to rest the calf. Can't sideline myself. My body is smarter than my mind it seems.

Here's a pic from atop the flatirons.

So gay

"I would love to watch you f%$* that guy"
Why? I don't bang dudes. I'm not gay.
"Wha?"
Seriously, why would you think that?
"Cuz you work out and you're fun to talk to! And you care about how you look and you're hairless"
If that makes me gay then I'm gay. I always thought that banging other dudes would make me gay but I don't do that! Also I don't care how I look, I just look like this. All this just happens. I cut my own hair in less than 5 min. I wear clothes that fit and were on sale when I got them. If anything that makes me frugal.

I work out cuz it makes me look the way I feel... which is awesome. In turn, it makes me feel even more awesome.

Its so weird. Even back home people assumed I was the gay. I don't bang dudes! The gays are awesome and that's cool for them but its totally not for me. Sure most chicks are annoying but I still love 'em. I'm just looking for the least annoying chick.

I have feelings and I feel them. I'm open about my feelings. Sure I say some gay stuff, but its cuz you are shocked by them. I'm a shocker. 2 in the pink, 1 in the stink.

I'm not saying that being the gay is bad. There are plenty of beautiful gay relationships out there. it just ain't me.

I just don't understand it. Someone told me I portray myself as gay. I don't do gay. I just do me.

Its so weird. But whatever, ill just continue being me. I know