You know what really grinds my gears?

Ah Family Guy...I used to watch you.

Anyways, something about this thing that you're reading now bothers me, and here's what it is. Web logs, or blogs as they're known nowadays, are basically online journals for you to write in so everyone can see how clever you are, what you think about everyday issues, or what a miserable person you happen to be. You know what I'm saying here.
They're basically public journals, and that's the part that gets me. Because it's public, you can't really write what you may want to, on the chance that someone who might read it might get offended.
I mentioned this to my friend Brendan the other day, and he said, "Well, that's what you have a private journal for." And he's right of course, from a certain point of view, but there are thoughts that I have, that I'd like to share and get other people's opinions on in the way that this blog allows me to, but I can't. So, like I said, annoying.

Really, what's annoying about that is my dissatisfaction with myself. I argue with myself about things like this a lot, on whether I care too much about what other people think, or whether that's how you're supposed to be, and I spent a lot of my life being a egocentric prick. Most of the time, I think it's a little of both.

So I end up holding my tongue here, not because I don't want to hurt people's feelings, not even because I don't want to deal with crap, but mostly because I'm afraid of negative consequences. Is speaking my mind worth getting people I care about upset? I don't know, but I'm afraid it might be. And that's never a good thing to base a decision on.

Oh, and to be the opposite of clear, here, there's no specific issue I'm talking about here. There's been plenty of specific issues, but not one thing. I've been censoring myself since I started the darn thing.

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In other news, White Sox pitcher Mark Buehrle threw a perfect game today, which is exceedingly rare, and amazingly difficult to do. For those who don't know, a perfect game is something only a pitcher can do, where they face 27 batters over nine innings, and record 27 outs. There can be no hits, no walks, no errors by the fielders behind him. It's an amazing feat, and even more amazing in today's day and age of baseball, where relievers and pitch counts, and innings counts all come into play. It also appeared to be the kind of perfect game I really like to see, where there was plenty of good defense backing up the pitcher, making it a total team effort.
Before Mr. Buehrle's effort today, only 17 men had thrown perfect games in major league history. That's ridiculous. So congrats to him.

The nose knows...

Okay... this is terrible.

After work today, I had to go shopping, I needed new slacks for work. As a result, of course, I caught a later train. As I sat down, I noticed across from me was an older man who had a bandage across the middle of his face. He had this bandage there because he had no nose. None. At the bottom of the bandage the holes where his nostrils were. Pretty gruesome, and unfortunate for the guy. Even better, I swear, these are my ACTUAL THOUGHTS:

Wow, that stinks.

Not that he can tell!

I am the best ever.

Learning Spanish...

I've been spending the last week working out like crazy (two times a day, plus taking the stairs eight flights at work), and radically reducing my food intake, both in volume and calories. I've been getting up at twenty after five to work out before getting ready for work, and then going for a run when I've getting home.
This is all stuff that's good for me, of course, and I'm glad I'm doing it, but man, have I been irritable this past week. I'm just getting frustrated and antsy at work every day, which is not something that usually happens. I imagine it'll be like this for another week or two, as my body adjusts to the lack of intake and the surplus of stimulation. Of course, the idea is, while not pushing myself too hard, of course, to maintain intensity of my workouts, otherwise I'm never going to keep losing weight, which is something I really need to do.
I bought a knee brace this week, as I banged my left knee at work a couple of weeks ago, and it's not healed up right away. Of course, this is something you have to get used to, as I'm three weeks away from entering the last year of my twenties. That combined with the daily stress I put on my knees, it's no wonder it taken some time to get better. In the meantime, I run like one leg is now robotic, which is kind of cool in a little kid sort of way.

My friend Dan decided that he wouldn't cut his hair this year, at least until we go to Disney in a month or so. After getting a haircut in late January, I at first inadvertantly, the deliberately, have been following in his footsteps. I never had really long hair, like rocker or hillbilly long, but my hair used to be kind of longish back in high school and early college, and then has been kind of shorter as I've gotten older, and there's been less of it. Maybe this is a last hurrah for this kind of thing, or maybe this is a way to try and get in touch with my past, which is something, for the first time in my life, really, I'm kind of jealous of. I'm not exactly sure, but I'm guessing it's more of the latter.

Well, this is about to get really depressing here on my end, so I'm going to wrap this one up. I've been trying to write more in this blog, just to get in the habit of writing more often. I figured, hey, if I'm trying to eat better, and get in shape, I may as well work on improving other aspects of my life, right? Now I just have to move on learning Spanish.

A quick one!

I am not a thin man, not any more, and I haven't been for many years. Yet there are many men far fatter than I am. One of these today was on the ferry going home, I noticed him as I was getting on the boat. He was sitting down (not surprising, as he was probably around 300 pounds), and was wearing a black shirt that on the front just said "WHY?".

I thought to myself: "Probably too many donuts."

A-thank you!