25 signifies a lot of things for me and apparently how society will percieve me.
25 is the "safer" age. Apparently, at the stroke of midnight after my party on May 26th, I will magically become more responsible! I will be a better driver, and my insurance rates will drop precipitously. I will be able to rent the $20 a day unlimited mileage econobox for a bona-fide $20 a day without the "oh, you're under 25 and therefore dangerous" $40 fee. Scores of Credit Card and loan consilidation applications will tell me that my delicious credit rating combined with my 25-year-old-ness (and my sheer accountability afforded to me by this ripening) has opened up even better lines and rates and why don't I sign up?
25 is a golden age... where I will still be a pretty young thing... but now weathered and wizened to the world. I am no longer to be subjected to the lusty advances of people who feel I am naive and won't know better. I will be considered more mature by the 30-year-olds yet not as jaded-as the 30-year-olds.
25 is important, so important it must be put in bolds.
Now, to close up this gaping sarchasm... as much as a date is simply a little marker-point... it is up to me to make the changes in my life that make my 25th year special.
The thing is... Nothing is really going that bad in my life that I want to change immediately... I suppose I am in a happy medium where I can't say anything has been bugging me, life is great: I love Eric, Eric loves me, I have made a lot of cool new friends in Atlanta and have maintained a good friendship with my old friends, I seem to have avoided making that many enemies (except for a few internet estrangements, but I've even been working on them).. I became a mod for DDRFreak, I've gotten a lot of podcasters in my buddy list and get them to giggle on a regular basis, I love my car, I'm closing on a house, I have a good relationship with my parents, my credit cards are all paid down...
I guess I am looking for new challenges, not the "I want to get over an addiction" challenges as much as "I'm waiting to see what interesting things life will throw at me next".
I suppose I can always find some things:
Summertime diet and excercise: I'm not going to be all zealous about this... I recognize that my substantial weight loss in 2002 was a result of being bored-off-my-ass with a DDR setup near me. Now I am not bored off my ass, I am just noticing that sitting in an office all day combined with a reluctance to set up some DDR pads in the third-floor apartment happens to give me more ass.
I am not precipitously endangering myself (I am teetering in that 10-lb gray area between normal and slightly overweight) so I don't think any crash-diets or massive workout regimens will be necessary. I just need to eat-less and excercise.
On the eat-less front, I have rediscovered vegetables. They seem to be fibrous and low-calorie yet filling and nutritious. I figure if I start bringing more of them to work and eating them more at home, I will not be stuffing myself with snacks or otherwise craving some nutrition that 40 olives will not give me. My rediscovery of vegetables comes fast on the heels of discovering Healthy-Choice frozen meals that I have been taking to work knowing that a Peanut-Butter Sandwhich just isn't going to cut it: I need to fill myself up with every spectrum of the food-groups here at work so I will be less tempted to attack the copious candy dish sitting on the reception desk.
On the Excercise front, I am imagining the house will help me greatly here. I can set up DDR in my room... and play it. I'll be playing at the heavy/oni level, probably on a calorie burner setting of some sort, and just dance and dance and dance and dance my ass off. Ocasionally I will stop and do some situps and pushups, but really, DDR is how I lost weight the first time, so I am eager to return to being-able to play the home version. I tried getting down to the mini-gym, but it was really hard to make the time and motivate myself. DDR gives me levels to surpass. The mini-gym merely presents me with an array of boring, repetitive medievil torture devices that an iPod can barely make interesting.
House Maintenance: I will be going from 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms that I co-rent (1300 sq-ft) to 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms that I own and Geoff happens to pay me to live in. This means that when the A/C breaks, or the toilet explodes... I get to fix it... but this also means I'll be able to shop for A/C that won't break every summer and will be efficient, and I get to shop for non-exploding toilets... and I'll feel less bad about painting things or reworking lights and plugs and installing DirecTV & cetera.
Otherwise, I am incredibly excited about something I will be regaining: A yard! For some reason, I am looking forward to buying the cheapest bagging push-mower I can find and running it over my lawn. I seem to have a great fetish for floor appliances:
"Hey Peter, when you push this running lawnmower over this tall grass, it becomes short grass and the bag gets fuller!"
"AMAZING!"
"Hey Peter, when you push this vacuum cleaner over the carpet, all the stuff gets picked off the carpet and the bag gets fuller!"
"AMAZING!"
If they make some sort of bathroom cleaner that involves waving something over surfaces and a bag getting fuller, I'll buy two! Otherwise, I am also looking mildly forward to edging, hedging, mulching, fertilizing, rolling, pretty flowers, and perhaps a vegetable garden. Let's just hope the bean plants don't eat my yard and I stake the tomatos soon enough.
Website improvements, Moniker consolidation
Right now, I consider my website sort of half-assed. I never updated the front page from the "lite" edition that was on Lweevil when Gweevil's old motherboard's capacitors decided to piss electrolytic fluid all over themselves... I have been toying with the blog-portal and really only need to make a few links to improve the header overall so that all the navigation options are available.
More importantly, I am about to change my online moniker. I am annoyed that I have to tell people I'm psyton MOST places, but someone else who liked the word got livejournal, or skype, or thattrendywebsite.com/psyton first.
Thus, I have come up with a word I liked to represent me, and defined it thusly:
- 1. A pseudonym/moniker that has not yet been happened upon.
2. A word that upon it's realization can be typed into google that returns no results.
3. A me!
Some of you know what this word is, the rest of you should know very soon. But I figure It would be handy to consiolidate all my IM/website names into one word that other people won't guess or otherwise associate with someone/something who/that is not me.
