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I wore a sweater vest, for the first time, to work last week. My arms got so cold I had to go home and change into a sleeved-sweater. I'm not overly proud to admit this.

I listen to ESPN radio five or six hours a day; the last hour of Mike & Mike, three hours of Colin Cowherd, and two hours of Tirico & Van Pelt. I stop listening at 2:00 for some reason. Why do I love listening to Mike Tirico with Scott Van Pelt but switch to my mp3 player when SVP goes on by himself? I don't get it either, but it's what I do.

I don't use soap when I wash my hands at work because it smells like baby powder. I used the soap when I washed my hands after lunch. I regret doing this regardless how gross it might be.

I can't get the thought out of my head that I should move to Indianapolis in the fall. I love my life in Nashville and I know I will grow to love my new job, but Indiana is home. I don't think I'll move this soon though as I hate job-searching and am only in my second month of a job I have yet to even get a solid grasp on.

I listen to the same three or four songs every morning while I'm getting dressed and packing my lunch: In Your Atmosphere, Daughters, and Free Fallin' from John Mayer's "Where The Light Is." I do it mostly because I enjoy these songs, but also because they take approximately 15 minutes to play through and I know when I need to leave without looking at a clock.

I have over 12,000 songs on my computer. I would guess I've listened to maybe half of them at some point. I'm a music whore, but I have this idea that the best song I've never heard is floating out there somewhere and the only way I'm going to find it is if I keep looking/downloading/stealing.

Seriously, my hands reek of baby powder smelling green soap.

There should be hyphens used in the sentence above. You tell me where they go.

I'm currently hooked on NCAA Basketball '09 for my 360. I have my Indiana State Sycamores at 22-0 and ranked 9th. I'm only playing on the Junior Varsity difficulty because I'd never played the game before I started playing this season. I beat Illinois State 91-46 in a 26 minute game last night. I think I could step it up to the Varsity difficulty, but I'm so afraid of losing that I don't want to until next season when I have 4-star recruits coming.

I'm even afraid of losing in video games. I love it. My first Nintendo was a victim of my hatred for losing. I'm glad I've matured to a point where I don't beat my video games anymore. Those were the days...

I watched Home Alone and Home Alone 2 this Christmas season. They're both hilarious movies, with the original obviously being the best. I'd forgotten about the neighbor kid who tells them to bring him something French. The part where he's asking the van drivers questions cracks me up.

I haven't seen a John Mayer show in more than a year and a half. Rumor is he won't be touring again until the fall. Someone should probably make up some new rumors just to get my hopes up.

I'm making rosemary & olive oil marinated pork chops for dinner tonight. I hope they're good. I also hope I come home to a fixed ceiling in our apartment. It has had two huge holes in it for almost a month now and I'm sick of not having a livable living room.

There should be a hyphen there, too. It seems like I would just add them instead of commenting on it, but what fun is that? Blogging is about quantity and quality.

It's been approximately 11 months since I've had any fast food (I eat Subway, we've decided it doesn't count). I'm going to make it at least a year and who knows how long from there. The thought doesn't even cross my mind anymore to get it. I spend a little more money this way on food sometimes (on things like rosemary & olive oil marinated pork chops and roasted potatoes), but I know in the long run I'm better off. I don't know what switch flipped in my head where I just gave it up, but I'm glad it did. I have a lot of friends who tell me they could never give it up. I would have told you the same thing a year ago, but look at me now. I wish I had this kind of will-power and control with the rest of my life.

I like not having cell phone reception at my desk with the exception of about one square foot next to my desk phone. It allows me to text, but if someone calls me I can just tell them I don't have any reception and didn't get their call.

I probably shouldn't have said that last part...

I went on a mission trip to Arkansas with my youth group after my sophomore year of college. Our friend Derek, who is four and a half years older than me, went along. We'd drive by this mailbox everyday that was made out of an old plow. This is what we'd say:

B: You see that mailbox, dude?
D: Yeah, dude.
B: It's made out of a plow.
D. No way!

By about the fourth day we were really tired of saying that, but we'd do it every time we passed it. I can still see that mailbox in my head. Maybe she'll be mine someday...

If only,
B

P.S. I would never allow myself to have such a hideous mailbox.