For as much as I know or want...

There's even more that is unknown or uncertain.

I know many things. Most of which aren't helpful on a daily basis...like the capital of Chad, where the phrase "winner, winner, chicken dinner" came from, Natalie Portman's birthday or that my friend Jason shares his birthday with a "special" occasion. For the most part, those are all nice to know but in the grander scheme of life...ultimately pointless.

Right now I'd trade all my useless knowledge for any sort of information regarding where my next job is going to be, or even when that will happen. My current job is stressing me out enough, but then throw in that I'm being laid off and might not be able to follow my bosses to their new company is really getting to me. More so than normal. I think part of it is that I've become so accustomed to the way things were at work...and that will soon end. It could also be that I have BIG plans for this summer, and without a solid job I may not be able to do any of it...again. Or it may also be the fact that I'm turning 25, I've never really dated very much, only had two serious relationships and I've broken up with any girl I've ever dated. I am so ready to be in a serious, committed relationship, but simultaneously I'm terrified I won't recognize her when she's there in front of me...or maybe I've already passed her by. I'm hyper competitive and can't stand losing or failing in any way, but my biggest fear is ending up alone...at least in the sense of being single.

Maybe it's just that spring is here and that's when it always seems like everyone else around you has someone, but its hard to argue with that statement right now. Especially when part of this summer involves two of my good friends getting married to each other. Psyched for them...but bummed for me.

Then again I had kind of a crappy day so I could just be in a somber/poopy mood. The week promises to get better with meeting old friends for lunch, a few M's games and payday, so hopefully today was just a bad day and things will start looking up. Yay optimism...or something.

#15

15. You have a brain tumor. Though there is no discomfort at the moment, this tumor would unquestionably kill you in six months. However, your life can (and will) be saved by an operation; the only downside is that there will be a brutal incision to your frontal lobe. After the surgery, you will be significantly less intelligent. You will still be a fully functioning adult, but you will be less logical, you will have a terrible memory, and you will have little ability to understand complex concepts or difficult ideas. The surgery is in two weeks.

How do you spend the next fourteen days?

This is why I wouldn't want to watch my dreams...but if I was faced with this right now in real life, I'm not sure that I would go ahead with the surgery. Seriously. Technically you'd be alive, but really you're brain dead....significantly less intelligent, poor memory skills, and trouble understanding complex & difficult ideas. I guess if I were bigger I could still play Offensive Tackle for the Raiders but seeing as I'm not that big, that would severely limit my enjoyment with life. I'm a pretty smart guy, with a fairly strong long term memory and I like picking my brain with challenging puzzles, ideas and problems. Plus, any new person you met you would most likely forget, and seeing as I'm not married...that means I wouldn't remember my own wife (if I were lucky enough to still get married), or there'd be a good chance I wouldn't. So I don't think I would take the surgey, but live it up for the next six months. Travel all over the world, throw out the first pitch @ Wrigley Field, get to co-host Sportscenter, go on Conan, get a guest spot on Entourage (seeing as I was dying I think I could swing most of these things by tugging at the hearts of the people in charge :D) and attempt to sweep Natalie Portman off her feet...or at least give her one of those fancy "hollywood kisses." Yea...that would be awesome.