Oops!

I missed June completely.

So it goes...

My membership at 24hour Fitness is slowly paying it's dividends. I've gained about 8 pounds. I feel better after I work out too (well not right after, but about an hour later and then on through the next day). I've finished all of my classes at Fullerton (with A's this last semester), and I'll be heading to CSUF in the fall if all goes the way it should. Yay!!!

Fitness...24 hours a day

It's true. I have joined 24 hour fitness. Paige joined first as it was less expensive per month than weight-watchers. I went in with her once and they gave me a 10 day guest pass. Just walking around in there the firs day was really intimidating.
I've been a member at the Brea City gym before, but the people there were not nearly as huge and buff, not nearly as dedicated (or obsessed, depending on how you want to look at it), and it was never as full of these people that were everywhere I looked when I was taking the tour. However, it is a 24 hour fitness "sport" club so on the tour I got to see the lap pool, excercise pool, jacuzzi, sauna, weight room, excercise machines, and rows of treadmills, bikes, ellipticals, stairmasters, and excercise classes. The thing that sets this gym apart most I think is the lap pool.
I used to swim in high school as part of the diving team and I really liked it. It helped me look bigger (I probably was bigger, actually). It has obviously been a really long time though because where I used to swim 400 meters as a warm-up, that was all I could do and my whole body was spent. I wouldn't have made it out of the pool if it weren't only 4 feet deep on one end. But I'm hoping I'll soon be back to where I was. It's probably the first time in my life that I've really been able to say, "I'm really out of shape." I don't think that previously I had been able to look back to a younger time in my life when I could've out-performed my present-day self; but now I can. I'm sure I'll have a lot of that ahead of me as the years and the kids take over. Oh well, c'est la vie.

Fullerton Jazz Combo

I don't know why people don't know what a jazz combo is when I tell them I'm in one. Is it that when people hear "jazz" they think jazz dance? Or is it the word "combo" that throws people off? I hope it's that one because jazz is the music that was born in the U.S. and it would be pretty sad if people didn't know what it was; just a sign of the cultural intelligence of people these days, i guess. Recently I've told several people (maybe 5 or 6), when they ask me what I'm doing in school, that one of my classes is a jazz combo, and they (every time) look at me kind of confused and say, "So, what do you ... what's that?" I'm thinking..."Really?!" It's a group that plays jazz people!

So anyway, today we have our first performance of the semester. We're playing at Fullerton in front of the Library I think. I just know I have to show up there around 10:30 and we perform at 11. It should be lots of fun, if I can just get over my nerves.

So much to say, so little time...

So it's been a while. Here's what we've got.

1) I fed the snake. Here's the video! (Viewer discretion is advised... if you think that adowable wittle mouses don't desewve do be eated, wook away)

( You can hear the little mouse! how sad!)
2) Paige and I went to Disneyland on March 22, and as a birthday present to me she promised that she would go with me on all of the rides that she rarely, if ever, goes on (Maliboomer, Mulholland Madness, Tower of Terror, and California Screamin'). Well, after we got there she started to get cold feet (even though it had to have been over 90 degrees that day-pretty warm for March). She has already been on both Mulholland Madness and California Screamin' so I gave her a pass on those. As for the Maliboomer, she needed about 20 minutes of convincing before she would even get in line with me. When we got to the front, she said she didn't want to do it. The girl operating the ride said she "would be fine and it's not as scary as you think." Well, we went to be seated and as Paige was trying to sit down she wussed out completely and left the ride. So I rode that one alone, and you know what? IT WAS SCARY! I think it was because I felt like I was on it alone so I could only focus on my own feelings instead of watching someone else's reactions. Anyway, I wasn't too upset for her not going on it.

So then we headed for the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror. You'll have to check our her blog for the rest of the story there, but on my side, it was lots of fun with her head buried into my arms and chest the whole ride (Probably because I wasn't so focused on my own feelings as much as I was able to watch her reactions).

3) We wanted to go on Splash Mountain, but the line was at least 75 minutes long, so we got in the single rider line (which is amazing by the way if you just want to get onto the ride fast and you don't care who you go with). So to get to that entrance you have to go to the exit of Splash Mountain and go in backwards and then there's a little bridge to get you over to the loading dock. Well, we got there, and in the tunnel there was this huge group of kids with people we thought were camp counselors or something. We asked one of the adults if they were all waiting in the single rider line. The guy told us it was the other line up ahead a little bit. So we walked forward into the sun and I noticed they were all on a special Disneyland tour (their guides wear the plaid consierge type costumes). When the guy walked out of the tunnel into the sun I thought he looked familiar, and then I saw this teenager walk up to him and ask him something. The guy nodded and stood there for his picture to be taken with the kid. Then another kid did the same thing and it dawned on me that this guy was famous, and it hit me. TONY HAWK!!!! So I had to get a picture too, right?! I mean how many times do you get an opportunity like that. (My wife thought it was a little rude, but he was just standing there waiting to get on the ride, and he wasn't going anywhere anyway) So I walked up to him and said, "Mr. Hawk, could I get a picture with you?" "Sure," he says with what I'm sure was just a polite smile. Paige took the picture. Here it is. YAY!

I'm older!

... I still don't get it...

Almost older!

I'll be 25 on March 15. Maybe I'll get it then...

I just remembered...

HAPPY LEAP YEAR EVERYBODY!!! because we don't get to say that nearly enough.

I had the day off.

When I have the day off I'm really productive. HA! I can't even pretend. Anyway, I found this cool video on youtube. I thought some might enjoy it. And here's another one.

It's not quite my taste in jazz music, but the dancing is cool.

Post: the First

Hey all! I've got my very own now. Paige and I will still be using our other blog for updates, but now I get to talk about stupid stuff I do without making Paige feel too weird about it. For example: the title I chose for the blog. I am often under the impression that I act too young for my age, and at 24 (almost 25 woo-hoo!) there's not a lot of years younger I can act. I also feel like I don't really get things in a very deep way, maybe I do and I just don't know it. By the way, I'm not posting this to let you all know that I have deep seeded feelings of inadequacy, I don't. I'm just letting you know the content of the blog might be trivial stupid stuff. So... if you like that kind of thing stick around. It'll be fun.... REALLY fun... ya.