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I'm 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now. After I remove the ice pack I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.

~Patrick Bateman, American Psycho

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I left my facial lotion at home. I shot it with my airsoft p90 (because I was testing out the laser sights) and I hit the cap dead on.

I forgot to grab the bottle and throw it in my carry-on.

I need to vacuum the house. (I like vacuuming)

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I might have stated this before...

or maybe not...

but after about the third or fourth beer, I'm pretty much useless at the poker table...

so if you want me to lose, it's a safer bet to get a few drinks into me than it is to let me not drink.

because, pretty much, I'm not going to make nearly as many mistakes if I reach total consciousness.

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ozone is poisonous and is only good for blocking out uv rays.

it's not something you want to breath.

I just lost $10 because I didn't bet the set and the river gave the dude a straight.

in all fairness... ten bucks is like nothing.

considering that a full tank of gas for me is like $50...

build more refineries and figure out how to transport and transfer hydrogen more safely and more efficiently... because these gas prices are shit.

oh well...

I think this is the first time I lost straight out in a while.

eh.

whatever.

there is a guy running around the philippines with my name...

I'm pretty sure he didn't steal it (or my identity) but it's pretty weird...

I think it's a little weird when someone else in the room shares just my first name, let alone my first and last name...

I think there are a few more guys that also have my name.

I'm not saying that I have exclusive rights to it (my name), but I guess since I have not done anything of any significance as of late, I shouldn't expect to find myself when I google myself.

it is the one thing that I share most readily with people... it probably the one thing I own that other people use more than me.

go figure.

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I've found some limits...

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I can't sit around talking about art all day. I just can't. I can look at it all day... and mostly internalize what it is I see, but it's just not something I can explain to you, because, to me, viewing art should be something that evokes emotion...There is a lot of symbolism in art, which leads me to believe that it is for more educated people.

fine.

but even those people have to be told what it is they are looking at...

before they were told, they were just like everyone else who didn't know that a puppy means an innocent yet excited devotee, or that a mirror represents God's all-seeing eye...

in any case, although the artist had a specific motive for creating, it does not mean that a personal interpretation is in any way incorrect... just different.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder. if everyone agreed about everything, then what would be the point?

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I can listen to music all day.

actually I do, but a lot of the time, it is just whatever is in my head. If I had spent more time practicing and paid more attention to my musical theory, then I probably would be able to better transpose that which is in my head to something a little more solid... and repeatable.

but there is always a beat.

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I cannot just watch tv all day.

there are days in which I have, but there is almost something else going on at the same time. so that basically means that I'm not just watching tv, but doing something else.

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I've never attempted to eat more than a quart of ice cream in one sitting. one sitting usually meaning less than 15 minutes. I can usually pound a quart in less than 10, but 15 is a good number up to which I can round.

I'm not sure if I could eat more than a quart. but I guess you never know until you try.

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I found a third person with whom I share a birthday. you'd think it's not that big a deal, but the first time I met someone that shared my birthday was when I was a freshman in college.

but you know what? I think I'm just a little crazy.

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by the way, did I tell you that I found someone with my name running around the phillippines?

I hate you.

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I mutter these words under my breath every day...

pretty much.

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harsh words.

hurtful.

and yet, I find that, in lieu of swearing, these words escape my lips, almost reflexively for whatever reason...

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sometimes, they (the words) are directed at myself... usually during the moments when I recall a past action that makes me cringe because it was so stupid/embarassing/idiotic and I really no longer want to remember it, but I must because I know better for next time...

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other times, they are directed at the entity on which I am currently working, say (for instance) a program/computer or some gadget which I have dismantled...

you know.

stuff like that.

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in any case, I feel wretched when I catch myself exclaiming the phrase, because, obviously, there is something wrong.

I do not like to be wrong, hence I do not like remembering when I was wrong, but no one is perfect and being wrong is inevitable for humans, so therefore to rage against that simple truth is pointless because it is, in fact, truth.

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my program won't work like I expected [I hate you]

I can't believe I did that [I hate you]

ARRGGGHHH [I hate you I hate you I hate you]

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most of the time, the words are not as articulate as they are typed...

the phrase is usually fumbled out sounding more like "Iaechoo" than the more understandable "I hate you"

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I find that "I hate you" is more palatable than "fuck" or "shit" or "dammit"... however this is all meaningless since the majority of the time these interjections would in most cases be barely audible.

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why did I do that [Ihaechoo]

rrrrggghh [cracking all knucles] [iaechoo]

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but let us swing to the opposite end of my emotional spectrum.

moments of epiphany. moments of triumph.

these events are not usually marked with words like "sweet!" or "yessss!" or "nice"...

no, those words are used for congratulating others in their instants of glory...

my self-congratulatory mantra is "ha haaaaa! bitch."

the first "ha" would be short, almost a stutter, right before the more sustained "haaaaa!" if I could manage it, I would place a staccato above the "bitch" because that's how it would come out - rapidly after the "haaaa!" with a quick nod of the head.

all followed by a smirk and a warm fuzzy feeling inside and maybe a little chuckle.

all this, again, under my breath.

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[sigh]

that is the gamut of my emotions...

for the most part.

maybe one thing or another might supercede these instances, but they are probably far too personal for me to share and far too complex for me to describe...

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"Talking about love is like dancing about architecture..."
~Joan, Playing by Heart

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ha haaaa! bitch.

I think I'm almost to two full months without taking out my contact lenses...

I think it's about time to change them soon... they aren't bothering me yet, but I am beginning to notice them, which I never did before...

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maybe, perhaps, they are longing for attention, which I have selfishly kept for myself. Maybe it's jealousy because I talk a great deal more than I actually use my eyes. Maybe they are getting paid off by the doctor who prescribed them to me, so that they can bring in others like themselves so they can build up a power base and move into other territories, like the ears or nose...

little do they know, that I am an open shop. I'm not a big fan of unions, but I'm not a big fan of the litle guy getting screwed either... but I digress. these contacts are not gonna muscle me out.

nosiree.

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I think it's getting down to it.

I'm going to end it.

I'm going to drown them.

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two drops per eye of the Refresh Contacts stuff...

all better.

make sure you know the size of the portions you are getting because sometimes, it just doesn't make sense to get it though room service at all...

take, for example, pop. (soda for all you yahoos from distant lands)

pop is $2.00 - assumption at least a 20oz - but don't forget to add the 20% service fee - so $2.20 - then add applicable taxes and what not....

you see where this is going.

result - incorrect assumption leads to a $3.00 12oz can of coke...

future modification - pay the $1.00 from the vending machine for the same can...

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that was not, of course, the only order that I made, although it in itself was a tad bit annoying...

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the only good thing about this is that I can just charge it in and run...

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what makes certain minds tick?

certain minds being "those we consider genius"...

I try to imagine that I am a genius, but it's hard. (Unless, of course, I really am a genius, then I no longer have to imagine, because - you know - I am) I think of it in terms of point A, B, and C - normal people can only get from point A to C by going through B. I can get to point C from A by jumping over B.

Geniuses, I imagine, live at C and are looking at D, E, F, G, etc... simultaneously, trying to get to a whole other alphabet.

they can just play.

am I like Salieri and Cassandra? Am I doomed to mediocrity but can recognize genius and no one believes me until after it happens?

er...

whatever.

In any case, do you think genius recognizes itself? I think most do, after seeing other people react to what they can do, but some might just deny it or brush it off as just another thing...

Music/Movement/Acting/Comedy, Engineering/Architecture, Math/Science/Physics, Painting/Sculpting, Writing/Language...

I think those would be the classical stand-bys of genius...

I'm probably leaving stuff out, but then again, I'm no genius.

being able to derive something completely new from what is around you always impressed me...

surpassing the teacher, and so on...

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I'd imagine that you'd have to be a genius to be a spy... you'd need a vast array of knowledge, instant recall, as well as being physically fit...

I would think - but the only think I know about that is what I learned from Hollywood and cartoons... so I think it is safe to say that I do not know much.

I will probably go to the Spy museum in a couple of weeks...

I'll know more about spies after that.

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there is a huge difference between really smart/really talented and genius...

if we were to come into contact with genius, would we recognize it? would we smother it? would we smother it if we recognized it?

this guy, I think he might be one...

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I'm going to think about inventing something that cool for about 5 minutes every day.

then I'll spend another minute trying to figure out how to make the cool thing...

winks...

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I'm so tired on mondays...

when I don't get to bed early on sunday night...

and have to wake up early...

and fly.

and then work.

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ritardando...

decrescendo...

fine...

you are going to die.

at least Someone loves you.

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I am 27 years old.

I just wasted the last 6 hours going through and playing magic.

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wasted might be a contested word in that sentence...

but I could have been doing other things.

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like, oh, I don't know...

something useful around the house?

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kimmie doesn't like cheap tricks.

is there a rule for multiple enchantments on a single creature?

let say, a wall, with flying, and is 3/5, and every time it is dealt or deals damage it adds that many hit points, and has protection from red and black, and can block any number of creatures, and also has prevent any combat damage dealt and has +2/+2...

also, it doesn't help that she was playing with an all red deck...

with no counter enchantments...

(1000 cards for $25 doesn't have that wide of a selection, although it does have enough to make a couple of good starter decks...)

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and then, I waste even more time blogging about it.

effectively outing myself, my sister, and eric.

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oops.

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I've been finding that there are a good number of people that are closet comic book reading, magic/d&d playing, video game freaks out there.

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that play instruments...

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I need to go to sleep.

how sad is it to come to the realization that at the point whence you thought you had just become so rusty at something in which you previously excelled and now, at that point, suck . that you never really were good that the endeavor/sport/ability/whatever (let.s just call it thing)

it is sad, right?

that you were deluded for so long that you had this image of yourself in your mind . this invincible aura about that which you thought you owned, when in fact you were more of a.

tool.

then you realize, that after all this time, you were drawing strength from this belief. and now everything you thought you believed is no longer valid.

I think that's what hell must be like...

or a mid-life crisis...

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I've heard of people having quarter-life crisises - how sad is that.

that's why people who want to become firefighters should become firefighters...

damn the money.

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I never wanted to be a firefighter.

I think...

deep down.

I just wanted to be right.

or I just wanted to win.

and if I wasn't, then I wanted to know how to be right.

or how to win.

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now.

it's a toss up between being right, winning, and just plain having fun.

if you are lucky, you can do all three together.

or you can pick two...

or they can be mutually exclusive.

and if you have to have it the first way all the time...

I'm pretty sure you're never gonna be happy with anything.

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and I'll tell santa to put a coal in your stocking.

a coal from hell.

:-P

j/k (I don't think santa's allowed in hell)

I stare into the depths my tropical flavored Emer'gen-C as the fizzing of the forming vitamin ascorbates and mineral complexes dies down...

the warm hues of the coloring are remind me of the peaceful moments of hot, lazy days, swimming in our pool...

as I think back, I remember that the pool was much more enjoyable if you were not the one cleaning it.

I would assume many things are that way.

some things are better appreciated when work is put into it, and others are not...

building something
solving a puzzle

things like that... much more satisfying if you put in the work...

clean swimming pools
food

things like that... much more satisfying when you don't have to clean or prepare...

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if I have to cook food, it is never as good as if someone else makes it for me... unless, of course, the person making the food sucks at it...

if I have to clean the pool before I swim in it, it is not nearly as relaxing as coming home to a clean pool - as pools are there for relaxation.

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but that's just me.

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you might even equate this to women who like "bad" boys or guys who like "impossible" girls...

but, like watson and crick and wilkins, I will only mention the possibility, instead of going in depth about it, and then take the credit when someone else proves it...

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I'm done here.

I hope I don't take them for granted...

lorie likes to get me things - trivial at times, but if I actually take a step back and look at what she gets me, it's pretty friggin cool.

for instance, the toothbrush case for my electric toothbrush...

there is a 50/50 chance that the toothbrush would turn on at any point while I am travelling with it. But now, with the case, I can store the brush and a replacement without even the slightest bit of worry about it turning on at an non-designated time...

then there is the fact that she takes care of me when she is home.

despite the fact that we haven't seen each other, she still is very considerate and accomodating, where I'm not sure I could say the same thing about myself...

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but seeing how she loves me always blows my mind.

I hope she knows that I feel the same way about her as I see her about me...

er...

in other words...

I love you babiegoose!

there is something fun about receiving parcels in the mail.

not just letters (and most letters, as of late, have been junk) but actual boxes.

big boxes, little boxes, medium, bread, match... whatever.

what I think is one of the neatest innovations of receiving mail is being able to track them.

watching the updates on the web when the package arrives at different points of its destination.

you know, many packages are probably better travelled than many people in the world...

it came as quite a shock to me that not everyone in the world has been to Disney World, seen musicals, stage plays, drive-in movies, flown on a plane, traveled across the country...

then again, it came as quite a shock to learn that people put butter on white rice...

and that was in highschool... (putting butter on rice just never occurred to me!)

in any case, I can watch my shipments from overseas go through their little check points. I can see how much the item weighs. I can see when it is expected to arrive at my abode.

then, when they arrive...

it is as if it is my birthday and I have presents. (even though I've paid for them)

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btw... we have left the shredder near the front door... because it is just easier to shred the junk as you get it, rather than let it pile up and shred it later...

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we, of course, unplug it when children visit...

my new phases...

airsoft...

magic...

gold elite...

samurai champloo...

stargate atlantis...

the 4400...

bacon bbq chicken pizza...

strawberries...

bananas...

toffee...

suprisingly, chocolate doesn't grab me as it used to...

don't get me wrong... I still love chocolate, but I just don't crave it like I did for most of my life...

or maybe... I give myself enough of a fix at random points that it doesn't seem like excess to me anymore...

so first, there was monopoly...

then there was risk...

then there was poker...

well... there still is (and always was) poker...

so I'm pretty sure that's more of a fashion than a fad for me...

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I'm going to stop thinking.

my head hurts right now...

I'm not sure if it's due to lack of stimulant, depressant, or sleep...

in any case... I'm going to drink a lot of water and play some nintendo before I pass out on my desk and awake in a pool of laway...

but... be nice to strangers...

because some times,

you're a stranger too...

when you're a stranger...