- On June 1st, I’m heading back to Nicaragua for more good/fun/awesome times with my brother. My last trip down was filled with fun and adventure, and I’m looking forward to more of the same. For those that missed the chronicles of that trip, fear not. You can still find them at lasolasdesanjuan.com.
- I’m finally feeling back up to snuff after being stricken with a mysterious coughing illness, caused, ostensibly, by my recent attempt at quitting smoking. Current non-smoking status: “Fair to Middling”. However, summer is almost here, and that could present challenges to that status. We shall see.
- A couple of weeks ago, after a short scuffle on the field during an indoor soccer game, I was called a “fag” for the first time in well over 10 years. I was extremely amused. The perpetrator of the supposed “insult” apologized a few minutes later, without provocation.
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- I suspect that my infatuation with the girl is re-growing from the prematurely amputated stump where it once flourished. It is somewhat hard to tell for sure, as certain barriers have been constructed in my psyche that prevent me from seeing clearly about it. It makes me a little nervous, though, and I’m tempted to curtail spending time with her, at least for awhile, in an effort to quell the re-growth that may or may not be happening. However, that would mean telling her about the whole thing, as I think it would be rude to a friend to just up and disappear like that. I can’t figure out which potential response would scare me more: that she doesn’t at all feel the same about me or that she does.
- Aside from a very few somewhat clumsy bits, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie was fucking brilliant, I don’t care what you say. And yes, I’ve read the books. Multiple times. Now I have to go see Star Wars III. I HAVE to. I don’t have a choice.
- In case you were wondering, “misc.” is pronounced “misk”.
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