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Candyce took me to an ocean-side restaurant tonight for my birthday. The waves crashed against the rocks and shot up in the air. It was quite a spectacular thing to watch during dinner. It was such a romantic place. I love life out here in San Diego. I might have to move here some day.

In the past week and a half, I’ve been to Houston, Chicago, Detroit, Canada, Los Angeles, Phoenix, and now San Diego. I am happy because I am dedicating the next four days to laziness. I am with Candyce and her family for Thanksgiving weekend.

November has been wild. I’ve been to so many places and met so many people, I don’t know how it all fit into 30 days. On Sunday I turn 25. Life goes on!

I have to be honest, I wasn’t planning on writing about “American Chopper” until I saw how much it rhymed with “City Hopper.” So I’ll close this journal with some words on choppers. I want to be creative everywhere. I want to own a custom hot rod shop and do choppers too. We are right on the Pacific Coast Highway, so I see an endless car and motorcycle show as the weekend cruisers sail along the beach. Then there are all the surfers. I’d love to own a surfer/skater clothing company. I watch funny cartoons with little Matt and Carry, and I want to make cartoons to make kids laugh.

I’ve been to a few new graffiti websites tonight. I read about some writers (graffiti artists) in Atlanta who travel around the world and paint. I wish I could join them…it’s such a odd group to roll with.

For two years of my life, I could only think about graffiti. I lived and dreamed in aerosol. Now I own a home and I don’t encourage anyone to put their art on my walls, but I miss it so much. I want to build a wall in the back yard just for graffiti. Every few weeks I’d spray something new.

I have childhood dreams that I never accomplished. I still want to be a good skateboarder. That’s why I still own one. I still want to be a world-class graffiti artist. I’d like to be a ninja as soon as possible, and own a home with trap doors and secret passageways.

It’s after midnight and I am only half way through hanging my Christmas lights. Decorating your home for Christmas is a right of passage every man must go through. I enjoy it because my house will be the coolest one on the block. But, I ran out of time and lights, so I trudged inside the house to find something else to do. I am doing it.

Today I listened to “Fight Club” while I was working on my sites. One of my favorite line is when Brad Pitt mocks Edward Norton by calling him “Ikea Boy.” Norton’s character had built up an impressive home of trendy furniture, a closet of trendier clothes, and he’s entirely miserable. When I first saw “Fight Club” in high school, I loved it. I reveled in the anti-materialism and unorthodox rebellion. I’ve never been the same since.

But it’s been almost eight years since I first saw that movie. I’ve grown up a lot, in ways I didn’t expect. I acknowledge that to make it through each day, you need more than a bed.; But, I have control over what I allow in my life. Because truly what you own eventually owns you.

I’ve been in this house for almost a year, and I still haven’t painted a wall. But in the year of walking in and out of white-washed rooms, I understand that I this house will only become a home when it is kept simple. Because a home is a reflection of the person. I want to be a simpler person.

I can’t remember where I heard it…on the radio…or online somewhere. But someone was described as one who was, “indifferent towards things that truly don’t matter.” I want to be more like that.;

This is a summary of the episode that I wrote for another section on the site.

Mission 9: Inferno
It seems like the Real World is doomed to lose this whole season. It’s tough to watch your team do poorly. As I watch each show, I feel like I am there, that somehow me yelling towards the TV could help us win.

Twitterpaited:

• In the opening shot, you see Mike fly-fishing while Trischelle hangs out.
• A couple days before this, I was riding my bike through the woods and came out into the open and saw Mike fly-fishing with a few kids. It was such a serene spot. It was our day off, so there were no cameras or microphones. It was so cool to just relax and talk to a new friend by the river.
• Notice in this whole first shot by the water, you don’t see either of them move their mouth. All you see is long-distance shots, with voices dubbed over the top. It doesn’t really matter, but it really shows the power of editing.

Inferno:

• This mission is what I wanted because it tests all of your abilities: upper and lower body strength, balance, and endurance.
• RR Theo is such a funny guy. Listen to this line, “This is not Durrel’s mission. He’s afraid of heights, was raised in a one-story home, and is from a long line of low-level people.” That’s just funny.
• As the game goes on, you see the average times flashing at the bottom of the screen. But the truth is, you don’t know what order people went in, or even what the averages were. It really doesn’t matter, but if they tweak the show, it’ll make for a more tense show.
• ;Real World wins!

Rock the Vote:

• As I watch this…it seems so long ago. I’ve done so much since we filmed.
• So it looks like Sarah is getting a bad rap on the show. But, every time she goes to the Gauntlet, she’s the star of the show. It’s a lose/win situation, as long as you win the Gauntlet.
• In the Real World room, the shot opens with Trischelle irritated. She’s a pretty even-tempered person, so that means there was clawing and yelling before. It takes a lot to get her irritated.
• Coral said that, “Mike and Trischelle have been standing in front of the microwave too long.” That was funny.

Sarah takes the Gauntlet, part 3..or 4:

• I watch this and remember how jealous I was of Johnny, the host. He didn’t have any of the stress we had to deal with. You can see him be compassionate towards us here and there. He didn’t like sending us home either.
• Well, Sarah wins again and slaps her team around.
• You can see “Gauntlet” reflected in the pool. They had to invert the footage here, because it should be backwards. That reflection isn’t possible.
• I like Trischelle’s final words: “Don’t let the game get too personal. Because everyone’s friends here. And we all have to go home after this.” True.

The Chicago airport is always bustling with such romance. At the next perfect moment, you expect a handsome young man in a long coat to bump into a stunning young lady with a white scarf. She spills her coffee and he drops his keys. They both apologize and catch one-another’s eyes. The romance begins.

But that didn’t happen in the two hours I was there. But the airport was decorated nicely for Christmas. I bought a gingerbread mocha at Starbux to feel jolly as I boarded the plane. Now after a quick nap and a boring movie, I am about an hour away from Los Angeles. I’ve been on airplanes for 14 out of my last twenty-four hours.

It’s going to be very tight getting to the Inspiration Festival at Six Flags. I’m going to have to hop in the car and fly down to the event. I wish I could’ve been there all day to ride the roller coasters and hang out with everyone. But, hopefully there will be time to hang out with the teenagers before the night ends. Maybe tonight after it all Matt Maher, Mark, Dustin, Stephen and I can head out around town or go to the beach. Who knows? Maybe I’ll stay out all night seeing old friends. I can sleep on the airplane tomorrow on my flight back to Phoenix.

Monday I’ll go into the studio and stay busy. Then I’ll head out to San Diego for Thanksgiving. On Wednesday night I’ll be sitting by the fire with the ocean breezes lifting the curtains. Hey! The plane just dipped. Maybe we’re heading into Los Angeles. I wish I had something more interesting to write about. But I am just here. Sitting. Typing. Wanting to land.

BTW, here’s my inflight playlist:
Dave Matthews
Pete Yorn
Everyday Sunday
Matt Maher
Chris Tomlin
David Crowder