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The GMA’s are tonight…excited to see who will win.

36th Annual GMA Music Awards

…is how many times I can watch Christina Russo on Fox 6 in the morning. To be totally honest, I have never really made an effort to spend serious time with Chrissy because of my work schedule. I used to sleep in until 7:30 and then rush to work. And even now that I wake up at the crack of dawn, I still prefer Local 8 news.

But there was a moment a few months ago when my recently departed friend, Rebecca, gave me “the napkin,” which of course changed my life forever. (Becca isn’t dead or anything, but she is in a much better place.)

And so this morning, I switched to Six with the very intention of seeing the most beautiful girl in the world deliver the weather and traffic…and I, like every other man in San Diego, was instantly smitten. I hung on to every word from this gorgeous, fast-talking, Italian girl. Impressive? Definitely. Now, I’ll still probably be switching every fifteen minutes just to catch a glimpse of Chrissy because I still prefer Local 8…but by utilizing the maximum “getting-ready-for-work” time and the maximum sleeping-in time, I can oogle four times a day. I will be making the effort to wake up just a teensy weensy bit early to eat my Fruity Pebbles with her.

Well, I didn’t wake up to the king…but I did feel a little rumbling. I thought it was a dream…but it was real. That would explain why Keri was on the floor.

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I like Burger King as much as the next guy. I often stop in on the way to work because it’s fast and I can grab a quick Croissan’wich on the way to the office.

But seriously, what is up with their new ads?

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I’d be a little freaked out if The King was in my bed. Uh huh.

Wait…wrong king. Aaron has left the building.

Email has been scarce this week, and I’m not sure why. Even the number of forwards, junk mail, and stuff I subscribe to has been down. I recently lost an email buddy, but even if that has something to do with it, it’s highly doubftul.

I did, however get an email with the subject line “Now you can be more popular with women.” Not sure what that’s all about, but I’m willing to find out so I can be popular with women. I wonder what could make me more popular with women?? And why would a random stranger want to help me be more popular with women??

Oh. Nevermind.

I’m not a big change guy. I don’t like it. So needless to say, it was a little out of my character to continue listening to 100.7 yesterday past 10:00am when they announced that their next BIG thing was a format change and a new name. No more Star 100.7…it’s now Jack FM; with a new attitude and a “play anything” format. The change has been met with bad reviews from listeners in and out of the county, including myself.

What bugs me the most is the loss of the personalities with personality, Anita, Greg & Jen (Jen apparently is the only person that has been let go, Anita has been reassigned and Greg is supposedly still on to do something that is yet-to-be-determined). I didn’t like Star repetition at times, but at least they played good music. I gave Jack a listen for a bit yesterday morning and then on the way home (hoping that Greg and Jen would be there), yet all that was there was some old pop hits (I’m using the word “hits” loosely) and a cold, dark announcer (who doesn’t even announce the songs being played). The DJ’s are what made Star 100.7, and I often tuned to Greg and Jen’s afternoon show on my drive home for a few laughs and some tunes. I’m glad they are keeping Jeff and Jer, which is the ONLY reason I would continue listening to 100.7…but that’s only in the mornings. What about the rest of the day? Let’s just hope the station doesn’t depend on me to listen to it…because this is one listener who should have followed his instincts yesterday at 10:01am…and changed the radio station. Hit the road, Jack.

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It’s amazing, the amount of crap you can find while doing a little reorganizing. My closet was annoying me. It has been an area of frustration. My clothes have been smooshed, confined to only one side of the closet, due to my poor stacking skills. My shirts finally have a chance to breathe.

It’s easy to get distracted while cleaning…you just start going through stuff and you find things that take you back to times you can vividly remember, but you have tucked them away in the back of your mind. And so of course, your mission of cleanliness is delayed…you start rummaging through boxes of memories, flipping through pictures, reading old papers. For instance, I went through a crate of music, chord charts, and miscellaneous other items…and the first thing I did was climb over the mountain of crap I had created, grab my guitar, and started strumming through the pages I had discovered. Songs that I had forgotten I downloaded, choir music that I forgot to turn in (sorry Prof Guy), random Chopin preludes and wedding music that I knew how to play at one point in my life. After a few verses, I put the guitar back in my bag and continued the journey…

The registration packet from my junior year in college. It was from Fall ’99…all my classes that semester were music classes. I had forgotten I took Choral Techniques with Dr. Tweed…perhaps it’s because I slept through most of the semester.

I found a bag. A brown paper bag. A folded, brown paper bag at the very bottom of a box. It was from the Olive Garden. Take out. It had a phone number on it written in blue ink. The handwriting belonged to a girl I once fancied (had to use that word for my pal, Rebecca). It was my first official “asking a girl for her number” kind of situations. I had known this girl, but had never hung out with her before…and I really wanted to ask her out, but of course the nice thing always got in the way. Well, she worked at the Olive Garden and after a few weeks passing without seeing her, I heard she was working one night, so I drove over with the intention of asking her out. But you just can’t walk in to a restaurant and ask the hostess out without ordering something…so I got some Zuppa Toscana to go. It gave us a chance to catch up and talk a bit before my soup was ready. Before I left, I asked her out and got her digits…but since neither of us had paper, she wrote her number on the bag. I made use of that number a day or two later…we went out…and then subsequent phone calls were never returned. It was a sad story, but alas…she’s dating a guy named after a major U.S. city…and I got to keep the paper bag with her phone number on it…and the Andes mint she chucked at me one night. So I guess all stories have a good ending.

The journey down the lane continued tonight, as I was looking for the elementary school yearbook I had left at my grandparents’ house. When I moved out, I left a bunch of crap in boxes…and it seems that the crap has multiplied since my departure. But I managed to get through to my boxes, which were at the very bottom. Along the way, I found some interesting tidbits…

My box of lies. It’s basically this huge box of letters, notes, pictures and assorted crap given to my by an ex-girlfriend. As I read through a letter or two, it was painfully clear why I once liked her…but, of course, a lot of her words are no longer applicable or even believable anymore. Sad, really. Not just stuff about me, but stuff she said to maybe make me think of her in a certain way. I also found these notebooks…back in high school, I had this friend. We had these spiral notebooks…and instead of writing letters to each other, we just wrote in the notebook and then passed it back and forth to each other; after school, between classes, etc. And when the whole book was filled, one of us would keep it. I annoyed myself reading these “notes”…first of all, my grammar and overall writing style is similar to that of a two-year old… and it’s pathetic to read about the trivial things I once thought were important. And wow…if I knew then what I know now, would I really have said some of the things I said? Or did I say them in the moment, actually believing the words I was saying?? Who knows. Who cares. I’ve done and said a lot of stupid things without thinking, most of which were just last week.

I found a paper I wrote in AP English. But, why is it that I can never remember writing any of these papers? A while back, I read through some college papers and I honestly cannot remember writing them. They are so good. I probably don’t remember writing them because I wrote most of them the night before and I was too tired and hopped up on caffeine. But this particular paper, which I wrote my senior year of high school on Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (which I don’t even remember reading) was just exquisite. I do remember that my AP English teacher made us cram so much crap in our heads by reading so much that a lot of the words are now just useless brain cells bouncing around in my head. But I got an “A” on this paper…and I can see why. Spelling and grammar where perfect…it was structurally flawless. I could have written a standard “5-paragraph essay” in my sleep. It’s just hilarious, and scary how the details were followed to textbook perfection: introduction, use of quotations, conclusion, arguments. Well-written and humorous all at the same time. I amaze even myself.

Well, as fun as the trip was, all Fact Finding Missions must come to an end. It’s a good thing, too…revisiting the past is like a vacation…a great place to visit, but a place you would never want to live. Ironic, because for the last few months, I have been thinking about how cool it would be to not have to grow up. As much as I would want to be a kid again, some things are only good the first time around. Like a kick-ass rollercoaster…if you go on it too many times, it may make you throw up.

It is now official…Noah Wyle is leaving ER after 11 years. As Dr. John Carter, who started the show as a young med student, he is the last member of the original cast. His last appearance as a regular cast member will be on the season finale, May 19th.

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