I'm a porker

Not in the idealistic, I'm someone who porks lots of women, at least not any more. No, unfortunately, I mean it in the more traditional, roller pig, beefcake kinda way.

I blame the Atkins diet. I know, I know, you're saying, "But Dave, sorry, David, I know how much you hate that, anyway, the Atkins diet helps people lose weight! WTFOMGBBQ?1"

Yes, yes, you're right, and thank you for correcting yourself. And stop using long, drawn out acronyms, they're annoying. g/i? Good.

See, when I was living down in the Euge, being the poor college student that I was, I couldn't afford to eat, especially not with my nicotine and alcohol dependencies. Which, still, I don't think is such a problem because I'm pretty sure the FDA will agree that a pint of Guiness and a Marb counts as a meal. So pretty much the only nutritive source in my life was Beer.
But, having moved back up to P-town with the rents for the usmmer before leaving for Japan, I've stumbled upon an entirely new dilema. Not that there was really a dilema before, I was pretty happy with my eating habits, and my weight.

^^^Not actually me.^^^

See, the rents are on the Atkins diet, or, more accurately their own bastardized version of it. Whereas hardcore Atkins dieters eat hamburgers wrapped in bacon, they just have a bacon cheeseburger, bun and all, cause I'm around and I won't eat that crap without a bun. And if it's not a burger, it's a steak, or a hot dog, or some other random slab of meat the size of my ego. You can see already how this is going to be a problem.


So between the beer carbs and the bucket and a half of saturated fat I get a day, I'm getting to be quite the porker. It doesn't help either that there are taquitos in the fridge sitting next to a gallon, yes, a gallon of Ortega salsa con queso flavored porkfat.

So yea, this is getting out of hand. I need to move to Japan and quickly so I can go back to being somehwat impoverished and healthy. Either that or deflate my ego a bit so the steaks will become smaller in size.

Like I said, I need to move to Japan, and quick.

Remember Kent State?

http://www.sallad.org/media/fox13.mov
http://www.pdxdnb.com/static/video/versus2-utah-swat.wmv
http://www.pdxdnb.com

Among other sites.

Utah police and SWAT raided by helicopter a rave in Utah on the night of my birthday, arresting 60 people on drug and related charges, after receiveing a tip the party was taking place without having acquired the proper permit for an event with more than 250 people in attendance.
Though event promoters had obtained permits from the health commissioner, and arranged for both event security and EMTs to be present, a raid of over 90 officers in riot gear arrived at the party and forcibly shut it down, using excessive force to detain party goers.

Over 60 people were arrested on counts varying from drug posession to MIP consumption, to counterfiet money and illegal weapons.

Read about this. Learn about this. This is such complete bullshit.

The Calling

Oh, so, I forgot to talk about my experience this year being a camp counselor for Suttle Lake, as I do every summer.

It was a blast. Smaller than most years, but still fun.

There are really only two things of note though, that I feel I ought to mention for the record.

1) I was in the same cabin I was in last year, which, for those who know, was the same cabin I was in 4 years ago, when Liesl was a CIT, and we were still together. She, as a reminder of her love, wrote "I love you, *heart* Liesl" in chalk on the bunk I was staying in, so when I went to bed, I could see it before falling asleep. And, like last year, the note is still there.



2) Apparently I have "The Calling". Bert is positive that I need, need to go to seminary and become a member of the clergy. I wanted to look at him and laugh, but, I took the compliment for what it's worth. What am I supposed to say to that? "Bert, the clergy wouldn't know what to do with me. I have my dick pierced and a raging coke addiction."

Amazing still it seems....

I'll be 23....
I won't love what I'll never have
I won't always live in my regrets.

You'll sit alone forever if you wait for the right time, what are you hoping for?
I'm here I'm now, I'm ready, holding on tight.
Don't give away the end, the one things that stays mine.


I turned 23 on Saturday. Today is my mother's birthday. Yeesh. 23.

This year was better than the last couple years though, all things considered. I had to live in a shithole quad with a cutter, and manic depressive, and an ADHD, spent a year fighting the University for the right to my degree, said goodbye to my car, went 7 months without getting laid regardless of my doing so deliberately, and so on.

Cause all that aside, I landed a solid job teaching English in Japan, developed genuine, honest friendships with good people, set right the wrongs I had done in previous relationships, won the right to my diploma, realized that for all my knowledge I can't change anyone but myself, grew some balls and stopped playing nice with people for the sake of getting along, said goodbye to my memory of Liesl, and haven't looked back.

I mean, in the grand scheme of things, I'm no closer right now to the rest of my life than I was or should have been a year ago, but where I was a boy before who thought he was a man, I'm ready to face the upcoming years of my life with confidence and security.

That's good enough, as far as I'm concerned. Not bad, for a year.
And, for once, this year really was better than the last.