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86. I wore braces all of senior year in high school and into my first semester of college. I don’t know why, though, because my teeth were never that bad. I guess I just wanted to fit in.

Hey, last year this was my birthday, so I sort of feel I owe it to myself to talk about it. But now I’ve decided to take a break from getting older, so this day won’t signify my turning older, but pushing my birthday one year further. That’s right. Yesterday, I was born in 1982, but from today until May 28, 2009, I’ll have been born in 1983. You understand.

Happy birthday to me?

p.s.  No, I’m still gone, I just wrote this entry before I left so that you would be like “wha…?”  I’ll write something of note soon.

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85. I worry I share too much. I also don’t worry that I share too much. But it turns out I rarely worry about sharing the right things at the right times.

Pixel was the kind of guy that would leave at any occasion. He often found himself going on vacation, international study, and even just moving for no reason. And, as Pixel made friends everywhere he went, this meant that half the time his leaving was (partly) to go visit other friends. Pixel’s life was a very hectic one.

In fact, one fine day, Pixel moved to Seattle. He did it because he wanted to earn money for his plans that year: he wanted to travel the world during the summer. He also moved because he had some friends in Seattle and he figured they would let him stay with them.

Pixel arrived with very little money and no prospects for a job or an apartment. He spent two weeks looking for an apartment before it became painfully obvious to him that he was wearing out his welcome with his friends Yoshi and Bekkah. See, Yoshi and Bekkah each had a studio apartment, so for two weeks they never had a moment to themselves.

Pixel knew he had to find his own solution.

Pixel panicked. Obviously.

He scoured Craigslist for job vacancies, but his only hope was a Deus Ex Machina: that is, a literary device in which all of his problems would be solved as if by a God from a Machine.

Unfortunately, when his Machina did come, Pixel didn’t move out of the way in time and the Deus squished him.

p.s.  Bye bye!  See you in August!

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Punching Elderly Pigeons

84. I get really into board games. This is probably a bad thing. Actually, I get into games really easily. I just get tired of them as soon as I beat them. That’s probably not a bad thing.

I’ve been steadily worse about my posting since I decided I was going to go on hiatus for the summer. I’m like the Office: I get bad to make you feel better about the fact that I’m going to go on hiatus soon. I think this way you’ll be like “well, his last few posts weren’t so good, so it’s better that he left.” I could have gone with another approach and left on a high note, but I’ve found myself steadily less inspired since early April. My Moleskine got to the point where I would use my ideas as soon as I came up with them. And, since this is more of a blog about ideas than events, it got to the point that I would be afraid of just writing filler in order to keep up posting.  I mean, think how angry you’d be if you read a post that began:

So the other day I was thinking about lint…

Actually, I think that part of the reason my posting has been lagging is that I’m now blond. Also because I’ve been been busy trying to get my affairs in order (Was her name Julie or Janet?).  I’ve gotten really bad at planning ahead in the past few years, so I end up doing everything half-way and in a hurry.  Hence my packing at 2 in the morning.

Anyway, Courtney just commented that she was going to miss me when I’m gone. Aww… If you guys want, I’ll go into semi-retirement and post sporatically throughout the summer? How’s that work for everyone? Also, I leave at four in the morning tomorrow, so my retirement will be official as of then. Sorry for telling you this way (at midnight). Bye now!

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There, there, shut up little girl.

83. I’ve gone to the ER far more times than I’d care to remember. But I’ve never stayed overnight at a hospital. Doctors scare me.

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And that was when I stopped caring

82. None of the products in my bathroom were tested on animals.

So I’ve decided to extend my contest a bit to give people more time to enter.  PLUS: I’m going to be traveling in a third-world country soon, and everybody loves lead-based toys and candy, right?

Last Year: I'm such a jerk to myself (Part II)
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