What a great, relaxing weekend so far.

I wasn’t kidding when I said it was windy… and I’m back at the beach for a walk because why not.

Yeah, I was pretty cool. I’m the little guy in the front, all like, “Bring it on, Niagara! Whatchew got?”

Also, using Instagram on an actual vintage 80s Polaroid photo makes me legit, right? That, or it disrupts space-time continuum.

Top of the morning. Or early afternoon. I’m not moving or even changing out of this robe until I’ve finished all this grad work so I don’t have to worry about it when I’m out of town next weekend. I’m glad the weather is rainy and ugly and cold (41 degrees) today. One less distraction.

My contribution to the education tag videos. Apparently, I talk too much, because my first attempt was eight minutes and Tumblr yelled at me. Here’s try number two.

Regardless, I’ve enjoyed this project, as it’s been nice putting a face and voice to some of the great teachers who I follow.

See that tie? That’s my alma mater’s official colors. Plaid. It was established in a traditionally Scottish town. How awesome is that?

T-shirt weather in early March inspired Lake Erie exercising, oil changing, car and apartment cleaning, fish grilling, firewood gathering, and trying to look as badass as Ryan Gosling in a car window reflection. The result is arguable. It’s been a beautiful sunny Erie day.

Good fight, good night.

Somebody gave me a copy of my old senior yearbook this past week. I haven’t seen this sucker since I was 18 years old. It’s hysterical. So many memories wrapped up in so few words - too much time spent playing ball and poker, those crazy weekends at SUNY Buffalo, the countless fires, jumping off all those bridges because it always seemed like such a logical thing to do, the after football game boxing matches in my basement where I had my ass kicked one too many times, the movies we made when we thought we were still Scorsese’s in the making, the general stupidity - and, ah yes, girls, always girls. 

It’s strange the things that we forget. Maybe choose to forget.

But wait one second here. I wanted to get married and have a kid… or two?!

What better way is there to wind down after a long Monday at work?

I came across an old CD full of photos from high school while doing some cleaning tonight. Since I was looking for a reason to be distracted, I popped the disc in my computer… and was reminded of this.

I have skin that does not burn easy, so when I do get burnt, it really stands out in my memory. I still shudder at the thought of this one. This was my senior year of high school in ‘05 after our first track meet of the spring. I remember one of the girls insisting that I put suntan lotion on and my stubborn too-cool-to-smell-like-lotion objection: “Nah, I don’t burn.” I was such a bastard.

Needless to say, this did not feel good the next day. My lips were swollen and my ears were on fire. This was a day spent with aloe and ice cubes. I can only think of one other time in my life when I was burnt quite like this - that first year that I lived in Florida after high school and was too stupid to understand the power of Florida sun as compared to PA’s (that one left a few scars). After those two incidences, I have learned my lesson. Lather me up, baby.

Desperately desiring an afternoon coffee.