The Plan Keeps Coming Up Again...

My friend and I seem to be in two different camps at the moment. Camp 1: Successful young professionals with few dating prospects. Camp 2: Those stuck in the same dead end job they had during college, but with great relationships. Camp 1 is jealous of Camp 2. Camp 2 is jealous of Camp 1.

We had met up for beer and tato-skins last night at *insert local nondescript sportsbar here* and somehow got into deeper topics than is normally allowed by local nondescript sportsbar ettiquette. Luckily the table behind me was too busy razzing their friend with drunken outbursts of "HEY WAITRESS... WILL YOU BRING ME A PITCHER OF WATER SO I CAN WASH THE SAND OUT OF MY FRIEND'S VAAAAGIIINNNA. THAAAAT'S RIGHT BILL, YOU'VE GOT A SAAAANDY VAGINA. JUST LET IT GO... LET IT GO..." to notice this. The unspoken social norms of the American sportsbar clearly state that you don't talk about:

A) relationships
B) the future
C) feelings
D) rainbows

..and I managed to violate the top three, and probably the fourth if I hadn't killed the topic of Lavar Burton immediately. I'd like to think that I came away from our long and deep discussion with a better understanding of the points we've reached in our separate lives and how we both hope to leave camp 1 &2 for the promise of a bigger and better camp 3. Unfortunately, when I woke up this morning all I could really recall was Bill's sandy vagina. Maybe next time I'll go to a hipster bar or coffee shop next time where people named Bill don't get berrated publically for sandy vaginas. Maybe I'll have something more relevant to post as well.


Awesome factoids of the day:
I got some fresh new kicks
My post title comes from a Built to Spill song I was listening to when I wrote this
I may be technically retarded

Half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that will not light.

Since it's the aniversary of my last blog outing, I figured it'd be kind of sentimental to post again. It's been a wild ride since I dodged the boat to Canada. I survived another holiday season with the folks, which isn't really such a great feat as my parents are pretty cool. I got my dad the Deadwood box set for x-mas and we revelled in playing the "drink every time Al says 'cocksucker' game". I got addicted to the game "Guitar Hero". It's a really addictive little rhythm game that has the inate ability to make you jump up and down like you are retarded.

I aslo made a handful of New Year's resolutions, most of which have already been neglected and/or invalidated. Here's a breakdown of some of the notables:

1. Stop crossing the decency line -- There's always a line that shouldn't be crossed, and the people at work usually say I don't just cross the line, I keep moving it. This resolution lasted a full 10 minutes maybe.
2. Eat better -- Ever since I read the new study that says coffee is good for you, I've been using it as a crutch that I'm improving my diet.
3. Work out more regularly -- Ever since I got the company gym membership, I've been using the onsite fitness center as an excuse to get away from the work and go watch episodes of CSI while doing my thing on the treadmill. My unwillingness to work is actually making this resolution quite a bit more successful.
4. Stop being so lame -- I don't know why I even bothered with this one.
5. Blog more -- We shall see about this one.