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So Scotty is taking off for Mexico tonight. He might stay forever considering the fact that he is trying to escape his gambling debt he acquired when he was in Vegas. Also I think he has like 23 children from different mother’s. Oh wait, maybe it’s just the fact that he is taking pictures of a wedding. Whatever, he is leaving and I am the “Man of the House”.

With this huge duty he decided to leave me a list of things to do. Not to tough. Hope I can accomplish the tasks.

What do you think?

What defines us? What defines who we actually are? Is it our clothes, our music, style, laugh, hair, walk, voice or is everything we are wrapped up into one little ball that is so concentrated if we were to change it in any way shape or form it would explode and chance the fabric of space and the world around us as we know it?

No one is sure of that. That’s what life is, a journey of finding out who we are.

I was trying to think of what to blog about and it came to me through inspiration of close friend of mine.

“Blog about life. About its beauty and wonder. It’s maliciousness and coldness. Alright, I am gonna have a smoke.”

It’s so true. Life can be that way. It can be your best friend with a extra ticket to a baseball game or it could be a car crash that leaves you helpless and down on your knees begging to know why. It’s a constant journey of bad and good, evil and wonder. It’s a battle of will and a game of chess that if played correctly could be glorious or could end in a downward spiral of nothingness.

Three words could make you the happiest person in the world or it could drive you to the depths of the unknown.

This constant struggle is everyday. Around every corner. It hides in the shadows waiting for us all. The one thing we must remember about it is this:

No matter how bad or how good. . . we are not alone. We are not the only ones that go through this. Everyone does.

We are here for each other. To lean on, to cry on, to smile with, to laugh with and to be there no matter what.

As I started to write this entry I was thinking about the book I was reading at Barnes & Noble this weekend. It gave tips and pointers on what to talk about on your blog. It also gave pointers on what not to talk about to make your audience fall asleep at the keyboard giving them the W.A.S.D. symbol on their face. If you don’t know what that is then you never played Half-Life, CounterStrike or any other game that you can play at a LAN party. If you don’t know what a LAN Party is then you are not a total dork like me. However, you would be considered a “n00b” and I would “pwn you” if you ever played me or my friends.

But back to the point. *AHEM*. With the tips of blogging that she gave I started to notice that I was always trying to enthrall all my readers and to do that with 6 people is quite tough dammit. You are not suppose to be doing this for them, well not all the time. You are suppose to be talking about you and interesting things that you do and shit like that. It can also be a total “bitching” forum if you so want it to be. But that’s not the vibe I am going for here.

So far I have given you and opening that is going to hook you (I hope) and make you read about the movie I saw this weekend and hopefully you will go see it or leave me a nasty comment about how I should shut up and that I also besides having no taste in music I have no idea what a good movie is (thanks to this random guy on one of my entries, check out “Prestons” comment.

So I saw the new Zach Braff movie “The Last Kiss”. I was going into it expecting something in the flavor of “Garden State” but damn it really made me think.

With relationships sometimes we all feel trapped. We could be with the best person in the whole world. Someone that just every time you see them your heart races, you get those butterfly’s in your stomach and you just feel enamored when you are around them. But even though it is perfect by our standards there are those moments when some of us fall and end up hurting those around us with the decisions we have made.

A lot of movies about relationships that are made always have that happy ending that we all want. This one still has a somewhat happy ending but it’s the journey that we take during the film that we are suppose to learn from. Not the fact that everything is okay in the end but what do we take from what happened, what will we do to fix it and are we willing to fix it? If it’s not right maybe we aren’t suppose to be there. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. The bad thing is this happens a lot and people use other factors to save it or enhance it. Example: kids, buying jewelry and other things that we think will add that spark or help get it back to square one.

If I took anything away from this amazing piece of work it’s that sometimes you have to know when it’s past that point. Also you have to look at the situation and really think “Is this worth doing EVERYTHING for?” If it is, you have to do ANYTHING to get that person back. Stick it out. Let them know you didn’t mean it and it will never happen again.

Love is a tough thing. But if you work at it hard enough you can make it run just right.

So if you all have not seen, heard or received a forwarded email about how Lindsey Lohan’s VAG is circulating the internet faster than that stupid dancing baby from the 90’s then here you go!

WAIT! NO!

I am not going to show you the photos of this hideous and disgusting event that has not happened only once but TWICE! However, I will blog about it. Maybe just mentioning those two thing (Lindsey Lohan, Vagina) will get my hits through the roof. It’s like they always say: Any press is good press.

This is a win/win for me and Lindsey. Well actually I win and she kinda loses. People will GOOGLE those words and my site will come up……thus more fans of this amazing and enigmatic blog. That is where I win. Let’s examine how Lindsey will lose.

So if I were to write and open letter to her this is how it would go:

Dear Lindsey,

J.O.

Seriously, I know this stuff happens when you are in the spot light all the time but twice in one week! Take some time off and then hit them with a zinger like one week, month or year later. But twice in one week, not even a local P.T.A. meets that often and they are deciding the future of all the children that go to those schools!

Also, I am gonna have to be honest with you on this one. It may be harsh but has to be said. . . you might want to look into Vagi-plasty. I know what a vagina looks like from my high school Anatomy & Phisiology book and your’s needs some help. Really, when I saw that you were on the net I thought maybe this would be the day but I found myself looking at something similar to “Kuato” from Total Recall and I don’t think yours is gonna save the planet Mars from the evil overlord Vilos Cohaagen!

PUT SOME PANTS ON! I thought you cared about yourself.

Oh how you have misled me Lindsey.

I don’t know where it came from. All of a sudden I got this bug up my ass to go and climb Mt. Ashland and get outta the city for a bit.

My cellphone was dead due to the fact that I beat it up and when it dies it has to be turned on only when the sun, the moon and Uranus are aligned properly.

I headed out early in the morning and set out for Mt. Ashland. I got to the parking lot and as soon as I smelled the air I knew the day would be different. I climbed from the bottom of Windsor chair all the to the top of “The Bowl”. There I set up camp and had lunch and just enjoyed my time out there with God and all his beauty.

It’s times like these that when you have them you don’t want them to end. I looked down at Medford and Ashland and was fearing having to head back there for fear that as soon as I did I would be out of this wonderful place and headed back down the spiral that I have been in lately. Luckily, it wasn’t so bad. Yes, it’s still there. That fear of not knowing. That uneasiness of the life around you changing constantly and wondering when it’s going to grab you and take you. That dark place I have been in for the last few weeks. They are all still there.

With the day I received today however I am optimistic. Yes, we all have those times of doubt, worry, fear and all the other adjectives you can think of for “not good”. But with a day like I had today. . . I feel I am figuring things out.

I really am thankful for this day today.