golden year boy

Some times i have out of body experiences - almost every day, which i feel gives me authority to give a fairly accurate vision of myself from both inside and out. . .

- i remind myself to think in french. when i do, life seems more beautiful
- chocolate is the end of all my means. whatever i do in life, i am rewarded, and punished with some form of chocolate
- when i don't know what to say, i look at a wall or a floor. i often come up with something to say, but it isn't nearly as sincere as when i look you in the eyes
- though i have never been in love, i have daily visions of how beautiful and amazing it will be, for i am a closet romantic
- i enjoy hearing new music, but i have a hard time getting over the classics: they are eternal
- when i want to decide what i want to eat, i take a good moment to close my eyes and imagine each option in my mouth. then i know which one will make me happiest.
- new friends is a weird thing for me, because i have only always had old friends.
- i have a phobia of jocks. i know nothing about sports and they make me feel inferior
- similarly, though i make fun of meat heads, i secretly with i could be ripped and intelligent
- dancing is a common occurrence, even if it is while i am getting dressed
- spending time alone can be just as fun as spending time with others
- sometimes i miss france so much it is hard to breathe
- i love listening. and giving advice. trouble is listening to my own advice
- dirt and clutter make my mind cluttered and crazy, i don't like them
- i have always wanted to be an adult with grown-up responsibilities (i remember wishing i could be a husband and father with a job and calling when i was 12)
- playing host is my favorite game. it includes cleaning, putting on music, good conversation, and possibility of snacks
- i want to be a doctor and can handle open wounds, blood, etc. but broken bones makes me nauseated
- i secretly hate writing on blogs. why am i doing this?