The sickness

I've been pretty ill the past few days. On Wednesday I started to feel a fever coming on at work. On Thursday I slept for 20 hours and had a raging fever. On Friday I gathered up all my strength and drove across the street and bought some Robitussin, Ibuprofen, and some soup. It was nice to be able to eat some soup since I couldn't eat at all on Thursday. On Saturday I had to call in again, fever was gone but super runny nose and crazy amount of coughing had developed. Sunday, I went back into work. It was hard to breath and I had to use about 20 cough drops just to stop myself from coughing into customers faces. Every time I tried to laugh I would end up coughing until my abs hurt. A manager said something kinda funny and I almost coughed to death. So anyways this whole bronchitis thing is a lot of fun. Wait... no, it sucks.

While I've been sick I have re-watched a lot of  "Band of Brothers" which is a phenomenal show. The men portrayed on that show were the real deal. They selflessly fought to defend their country and liberate the world of tyranny. And I can't even imagine how bad it would have been to fight in the Ardennes forest during winter. Real Men, that's all I can say.

spaghetti = why I'm so full

Well, I made spaghetti...

and brownies...

and had a lager...

and hung out with Albert...

and that's about it for now.

Random Update

St.Patty's day was pretty crazy.. I think the green food coloring really adds to the watered down beer,  it certainly was a good time. Getting to know the people you work with outside of work is a pleasant experience and you really get to see their personalities come out. I guess that has the potential to be a bad experience too, but not with the people I work with (they are all winners, even if they don't look it... most don't).

I have changed my work availability so that I can start paintballing on Sundays (after church) in April. Needless to say but I'm excited to waste all that money and light some dudes up.

Another one of my best friends got engaged and this summer I will be flying to Oregon twice for weddings. EXCITING! Good job guys... Stay classy...

The weather is heating up. I did a little longboarding and bought myself some new running shoes (Brooks Pure Connect2s). I cannot wait until it's consistently 80s and 90s and the sweat just starts flowing. I kinda miss working outside all summer.

I Need to read my bible more... Maybe then I can start writing about important things rather than Peeventures and vague Patty's Day posts.

For my birthday this year I have instigated a Facebook Roast of myself. I'm wondering how that will turn out... At this point I can't expect too much, but I wanted to try and get away from the hundred posts that are all the same "Happy Birthday!!!". So hopefully it will force some creativity out of all the friends that I continually insult and joke with. I'm kinda wishing for a Brice meme of sorts.... Yeah, maybe that's too much.

Story of the day (TMI)

Today I went out to Old Chicago and ate pizza with two of my good friends. During the course of the meal I drank about 7 glasses of Pepsi. I don't know why I guess I was real thirsty. Then we hungout and talked for awhile outside of their apartment. By the time I was leaving all that Pepsi had caught up with me and I really had to pee. So I parked my car and surveyed the scene. Nobody was around and I felt that the nearby trees provided adequate cover. I began to relieve myself of the liquid weight and make my mark on the world. After two minutes had passed my reserve had been depleted and I was honestly bored of peeing. I made my way to my car and was now prepared for the drive home. As I backed out I noticed a lady was going to get something out of her car not more than 30feet from my urination destination. Moral of the story? Timing is everything.

My mind needs to chill

With the absence of certainty and the future unforeseen I find it almost impossible to make good choices. Where should I live? What should I do? What kind of career should I have? Do I need to be patient and wait to see where God is leading me? Is God leading me and I'm using patience as an excuse not to follow? Should I just do what I want and see where that gets me? WHAT DO I EVEN WANT? Will I be alone for the rest of my life? Shouldn't I be more proactive in finding a girlfriend? Am I even capable of Love? Could I convince myself that I am? One day would I find out that I'm not? Would everyone hate me if they could read all of my thoughts? Am I fake for keeping some thoughts to myself? Would it be better to be hated or fake? Would they hate me anyways for being fake? I don't think I'm fake I just don't want to be rude sometimes. Will there ever be a certain point in life where I feel like I've got things figured out? Or will I always second, third, fourth guess myself no matter what choice I make?


Does any of that really matter right now?

Thanks to all you people

Hey thanks for reading my blog. It really does mean a lot to me to know that people would take time out of their day to read up on the random happenings in my life. I usually don't have much to say and when I do I tend to dull my thoughts down into vague notions. But I think there is something to be said about silence and it's rarity in this day and age. Everyone seems to push their opinions onto everyone else and if you think their opinion is wrong they will hate you for it. The problem with this is that nobody wants to listen, no one seems to really care and we are just waiting for our turns to talk. And when we talk our words lack substance. We vent and complain about this and that, and it's all so meaningless. We wouldn't have so many problems if we sought out wisdom and understanding rather than attention...

Somehow I just turned a simple thank you into a ramble about how people should shut their faces. But really, Thank you.

I have good friends.
God has placed people in my life that have kept me alive through the years. Bros, buddies, compadres, Dudes, and ladies you are all most excellent and I love you all very much. You have kept me accountable and forgiven me whenever I have failed you. You have taken care of me when I was too poor to handle things on my own. You have raised my spirits a thousand times whenever I have fallen into depression. We have shared adventures and misadventures alike. Many of you would die for me... Friends, you are all a testament of Jesus who forgives, cares, gives hope, and has already died for me! Thank you God and thank you friends for being so good.






All the Paintball gear I bought online is here now.

It's just too bad I will probably have to wait a month to use any of it. Work, Work, Work...

I really am liking my new mask; it's definitely a quality mask.

This last picture is kinda cool if you look at where the camera is pointed.


Thanks for your time, God loves you and I love you.

I want the gold!

Today I woke up and had the breakfast of champions

and we all know that's a pseudo White Russian with double shot.

 Then I went to work on the Piranha I got off Ebay.

Took it apart quick and kept all the parts together.

Taped it up and covered the internals.

And Then I began to paint.

AWW YEAH and the other side says HxC.

Now the Piranha looks pretty slick.

I forgot to paint the sight rail...

 Oh well, here's the semi finished product.

I wonder how long the paint will last....

blah blah blah, sleep and stuff

There's not much I can say about all the thoughts in my head right now and trying to form them into sentences is too much of a challenge, but the overall consensus is that I'm tired...

I'd like to sleep March away and just wake up in April and feel rested, but unfortunately cryogenic sleep chambers aren't available and I have to work to pay rent for April.

Work has been a challenge as of late. Customers are crazy and cleaning up after people who act like you are less than human... it gets old. I am grateful for my job and love the people I work with but this weekend has worn me out. The schedule is broken and I feel like we are always super understaffed, but my friends and I will prevail. Cause at the end of the day when the store is empty and all the shirts are folded and everything is back in it's rightful place, that's it... The job is done and we can all go home.

Home is a good place to be; now if only I would sleep.

It's lonely at the... bottom?

I think it's a fair statement to say that nobody wants to be lonesome. Sometimes I like to be alone, but I don't ever like to be lonely. I just hate how I can't be content with being single. The feelings of desperation and depression overwhelm me quite often and I know that finding a nice gal isn't going to fix any of that and I need to seek out God to truly be content. But isn't it ok for me to desire a good relationship with a nice gal? Someone I can spend quality time with and just have fun and enjoy each others company. Or is it just jealousy and I can't get over feeling sorry for myself? I don't feel like I'm even capable of being in a real relationship at this point in life and yet I feel lonely and desperate all the time... I enjoy some freedoms of being single... I can go anywhere and do whatever and not have any plans to keep ever, it's just too bad I don't go anywhere or do anything. I just wish I could be more patient and less envious of everyone else and just be happy with the joys I have in life now.



"can anybody find me somebody to love?" - Queen



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