Weekend of Parties

Well my single friend group took another hit a few weeks ago as my friends Jason and Tricia got married (not to each other though). I invited myself to Jason's wedding which was a very nice, outdoors in his parents neighborhood. It couldn't have been more perfect weather, and since I'm realizing more and more how similar Jason and mine's tastes are, it was one of my favorite receptions I've ever been to.


After the reception John and I met up with Tricia's fiancé and his friends for his bachelor party (another event that I decided to invite myself to). Instead of going bowling though, we walked down Mill Ave (the main party street in Tempe). It was one of the more awkward experiences of my life. After one of them announced to the entire street that we didn't drink, we went into the sex shop where they announced that we were all virgins. Awesome.


On the bright side, John and I each got James (fiancé) a few little things which I think they'll enjoy.


Saturday night met us with Tricia's reception which was at the super nice club house by her parents' place. And there was delicious real food, delicious cake, a groom in a white tux, Tricia looking gorgeous, and a very exciting garter toss. It was a good time. The Mardi Gras party we went to afterwards was maybe not as exciting, but there was worse things we could have done. I actually went into one of the bedrooms to get away from the noise and we got caught up on each other's lives. And yeah, everyone thought we made out in there. This ex-girlfriend relationship thing is funny sometimes.

Monday was my friend Kenia's birthday, so I went out to eat with a few of them to this Italian restaurant called Postino's. It was a really fun group of people, it was good food, and I had a really good time. And I even met a girl that jumped off the Mill Ave bridge one night into Tempe Town Lake in her bra and panties cause she always wanted to. Something I wouldn't do, and something she said she felt like she was washing off for a week, but still cool. It was a good weekend.

Boring Schmoring

I read enough of these posts, but I really think it is needed:

To the few people that occasionally read my blog, I'm sorry my blog has been crap as of late. I will do some fun stuff this week so I can have an awesome blog. Promise.

Waking Up

There are morning people in this world. And then there is me. This is what I feel like pretty much every day. Except I am not waking up with Jennifer Aniston.

How Awesome Is This

I know it's kinda long, but one of the coolest things you will see in a while.

Taking a Break from Taking a Break

After I came back from my time in Fort Worth, I had a rough few months. Some of the lowest of my life for different reasons. I wasn't working. I applied for probably thirty jobs and didn't get any of them. I couldn't apply for summer semester at ASU because they didn't have a transcript of mine. Then I was shot down when I applied for the fall. I couldn't date cause, well, I was a loser. I just did a bunch of nothing. I contributed very little to the world. I felt like this really:



Things have definitely taken a turn for the better. Security work picked up dramatically and I was pretty busy for most of November, December, and January. ASU let me back in. I like my classes. Even better, I'm doing really well in my classes. I might actually graduate one of these days.

Things definitely aren't perfect now. I still have my own issues. I still have no idea what I am going to do with a degree when I get it. My mom still thinks I need to be on Ritalin. But I feel like there is actually some progress in my life. I am really happy with a lot of things. And that is really nice for the moment.

Throwing the Diet Out the Window

Through high school I weighed about 175 pounds. I ate like garbage. With the exception of the very healthy dinners my mother made me, I really lived mostly off of Jack in the Box, Fiesta Ole, McDonalds, corndogs, Totino's Party Pizzas, ramen noodles, and canned ravioli. Yep. And I played football and worked out, and I looked awesome.

Then I went on my mission and I got fat. A few months in I stepped onto a scale in a hospital and I was 197.7 pounds!! Luckily I lost a pound or two before I went home. And then another bunch right after I got home and found my nice 175 pound range again.

Then I had jaw surgery. I dropped to 158. I felt like I was dying. In the three years since then I was back up to almost 170. The other day though I stepped on the scale at a whopping 159.5. Crap.

So I bought some weight gainer. One little shake has a whopping 800 calories. Maybe with this I can actually have an acceptable number of calories in a day. Then I won't die. I am also going to start to eat more crap. More Party Pizzas I think.