Various Warblings

I’ve been biting at the bit to get out and do some nature photography, but time has not allowed it.  It’s agitating, because when I can’t get out and absorb some nature in some form, I become a vicious miserable bitch to the surrounding world.  It’s not good.  Not for me. Not for anyone.

I’ve solved the bird song puzzle that Jude was trying to solve.

I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but when it comes to birds I’m just a pro, ok? Haha…seriously though.  I had solidified the names, songs and calls of the Eastern Birds of North America in my brain by the time I was 10 years old.  I was even offered to hit the birding trail with a Penn State professor at that time.  How many 10 year olds know when and where to find a Prothonatary Warbler, or Louisiana Waterthrush?  Why be humble about something you don’t have to be!?  In any case…White-throated sparrow it is.  TRUST me!

Speaking of birds, I may be joining the Audobon Society this month, and could perhaps be a contributing artist for their newsletter “The Gnatcatcher”.  Just something fun and creative.  Perhaps it could lead to future networking and bridge building that would allow for the selling of some illustrations.

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I caught my gym membership back up the other night, so aside from the leaps and bounds I’ve been making lately in my personal life, I can add FITNESS back into the mix as well!

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Things aren’t working out so well with Andrew. 

I’d been hanging out with him on and off over the course of the past few weeks.  I’d met him in State College, and had talked to him many times online prior to that, so it was kind of interesting that he showed interest in me.  There’s just something about italians….oops!

But anyway, I definitely got a sense of worry with him.  His drunken nights with gay friends in Pittsburgh and such were a bit much for me to handle (after everything Adam put me through), and his addiction to alcohol was really the icing on the cake with me. 

At one point, he was up partying until 5:30 in the morning with his friends at his house and was drinking again by 3 o’clock the next day! BEFORE his LAST drunken spell had even dissipated!  I think what agitated me most about that whole ordeal was that I was so tired that I went to bed at 1:30 (in his bed) and he didn’t come down till 5:30 and was GONE again before I even got up at 10:30. 

It’s plain to see who comes first in THIS picture.  Plus, his friends are already trying to start drama, and, he’s in the military.

Homo don’t play that!

~ by Michael on July 12, 2008.