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MyTunes Monday: Summer Time

A Long-Shot Southward

One of the first things that caught my notice this morning was a Facebook status from a friend of mine in Wilmington, North Carolina. He is going to Brazil next Summer...when they are hosting the freaking World Cup. My response: "I officially hate you. Jelly..." I said it flippantly as I always do when I hear people going to places and events that I'd love to go to. Yeah, he invited me to go. His cousin is already going with him and he said he'd love to go with a group of people. I immediately got excited at the prospect. 

I've never been out of the States...EVER. I always though my first trip abroad would be to some place in Europe, but I would be perfectly fine with Brazil. Especially given that it is during the FIFA World Cup. Not that I would necessarily be going to any games, but even parking myself in one of the bars to see a game in that atmosphere would be amazing and well worth the trip. It's a good thing this trip isn't happening any time soon because I'd be woefully unable to go. I've already missed a big trip a bunch of my fraternity brothers made to Oktoberfest a year or two ago. I hope I won't miss this too.

I have this nasty habit of setting goals, long term and short term, and missing them by a mile and then being filled with regret. Regret, to me, is a 4-letter word, not to mention one of the worst feelings I ever feel (and I feel it on a regular basis). hopefully, not this time.

I told this friend that if I could get the stars to align, I'd be in. So I have a year to get my ducks in a row...and there are a lot of ducks. The work begins today.

Besides which, I have no intention of missing out on the opportunity for cute Brazilian guys.

MyTunes Monday: Champagne Supernova

Please Tell Me This Is a Bad Joke...

Enter dirty thoughts...

Names are being withheld because the person in question may read this, as may a lot of people who know him. However, if you do read this, you know who you are.

I was on Facebook the other day (like I am EVERY day) and I came upon someone who wrote something about the new Superman film "Man of Steel." I forgot what the first sentence said (it's irrelevant so who cares), but at the end of the message, he indicated that he wouldn't be watching this film because Superman/Clark Kent would be played by a Brit (the very handsome Henry Cavill) and obviously Superman is American.

WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?

My response was pretty much the title of this blog post. Pretty reserved right? In my mind however, I lost my shit at the utter stupidity and pretense of this mentality. And then of course there is the obvious: SUPERMAN IS NOT AMERICAN, HE IS KRYPTONIAN!!! Literally, he was an undocumented alien. Even if he was American and being played by someone from another country, why the fuck does that matter? Have you any idea how many Brits, Aussies, Canadians, etc. are in American television and films playing Americans? Guess what, it's A LOT!!! Get the fuck over it.

Seriously, I hope this was just a bad joke and I'm just overreacting. If not, then I lament that there is this much stupidity in the world. *hits head against wall in frustration*

/rant

Run Rob, Run!!!

I better sleep deep tonight. 

It has been a rather exhausting and active day, more so than any day in the recent past. I have been awake since seven this morning. Over an hour later, I went for a three-mile run and actually remembered to stretch afterwards for once (I always remember to beforehand). Was pretty tired afterwards but felt okay. I usually recover quickly.

I had planned on doing something else later: riding my bike to my polling station to vote in the Virginia primary which was being held today (at least for the Democrats, the Republicans stupidly had a convention last month and came up with some very extreme candidates). However, the new state ID that I was supposed to have a few weeks ago hasn't gotten here yet and the one I have now is expired. Thanks a lot DMV. So I was thinking that I didn't have the proper stuff to go vote. Thinking this, I decided to instead go on another run, just 1.5 miles this time just after three in the afternoon. However, I ran it harder than I usually do. Instead of going on an endurance run, I went on a speed run. Before I went on run #2, I posted on my Facebook page about my voting ID issue. When a got back from the run - which didn't go nearly as bad as I thought it might - a friend got back to my Facebook post about some alternate ID options and another friend joined in. They gave me some things I may be able to use, which led me to thrash about my place looking for something to use. I ended up finding my newest voter registration card from last year which I did after moving. Side note, apparently I had my old registration card on me when I voted last November, so it's a good thing I didn't need it then. Anyway, I threw that in my wallet, hopped on my bike, and went to my precinct. The trouble was that I still only have an expired state ID. Luckily, they poll workers didn't look at that. The address on it however was not where I live now, which is where the new voter registration card came into play. It all ended up working out and I got to vote, which made my day so much better. Then I made the trek back home.

So, I ended up running three mile, then another 1.5 miles, then biking another 1.5-2 miles less than an hour after that. Hopefully, I'll be able to use my legs tomorrow.

The Good With the Bad

As I have noted many times, this is my favourite time of year. More daylight, warmer weather, more time

outside…more cute guys wearing less.

The past couple of weeks, I have spent my nights/evenings hanging outside with my neighbours and various other people. Simple good times drinking some drinks, listening to some music, sometimes bringing out the corn-hole set, having a good time while the good weather lasts. Sometimes we hit the pool too. However…

From the knees down, I’m pretty much a giant itch. I’ve been getting eaten up by bugs. Also, every time I go running, I get drenched in sweat. I don’t really mind that, but it does take me a good 30 minutes to cool down again despite drinking ice water and sitting under a fan. Far worse than that though is that for about an hour after going running, my allergies act up. Primarily sneezing, runny nose, itchy eyes. It's very aggravating.

I know, some of those are classic first world problems.

You gotta take the bitter with the sweet. That’s just how life works I suppose.

MyTunes Monday: The Rains of Castamere

And yes, I'm devastated.