I’m sick. So sick that I’m home from work. It was a difficult decision, I never miss work. What a contrast that is from my school days, I would make any excuse to miss school, and I did, a lot of it. 2 or 3 days a month, always. I might have been sick maybe one or two days through out the entire year. The other days I just wanted to avoid a certain test, or I was depressed, or whatever.

Oh how the times have changed.

Hollywood is calling, I must answer!

The weekend of June 15th I will move from New York City to Los Angeles to start the next chapter in the adventures of Scott. I’m a little frightened but awfully excited about what’s to come. New York City and all the wonderful souls I’ve come to know and love will be missed.
November 17th, 2004 I arrived in New York City pretty clueless as to what I was going to do. During my stay I woke up, let go of some of the baggage I brought with me and overtime found the person I was meant to be. New York is where I quit smoking, discovered my love for running and found a passion in comedy that became my driving force professionally.

Who knows, I just might find love in LA, wouldn’t that be exciting? The sun, nature, adventure possibilities, it’s going to be a great ride.

How you separate lifelong friends from acquaintances is if they show up when it matters most. When a wedding, funeral, birth, graduation comes along it’s your duty to make your presence felt for the people that are most important to you in life. The White family falls under that category for me. This weekend Meredith Teresa White graduated from college, I’m still wrapping my mind around that one (time flew by!). Of course I had no choice, I had to take that Greyhound bus down to Delaware and take part in the weekend.

Lori, Meredith’s sister, flew in from France to surprise her parent’s (she’d been away for almost a year). Unfortunately she was quickly becoming sick, but she was a trooper through out the weekend. Needless to say Mr. and Mrs. White were shocked when we stepped off the train in Newark, Delaware (it’s pronounced New-Ark, it’s a Delaware thing I guess). For the rest of the evening we vegged.
Friday night we passed by war protesters on campus. A sort of large group gathered along the street during the peak of traffic to let their voices be heard. Newark is a small college town, the people protesting were not just college students (it wouldn’t be so shocking if it were only college students), but rather there appeared to be middle aged protesters, your “average American” I guess. It seems that there’s been a major shift in America when your everyday Joe is taking part in an anti-war protest. It’s the season of change, let’s hope real change actually occurs.

Because I was in a college town I figured I must eat like a college student, when in Rome right? I went to town on some pizza! It wasn’t great pizza but it made me happy through out the weekend (it was dinner on Friday, breakfast on Saturday and a nice little evening snack Saturday night).

At the ceremony the speaker kept mentioning the responsibility of educated people. I’m not sure if I like that statement or not. What’s the definition of educated people? I think I fear responsibility.

Lori is still sick.

Donna, Meredith’s god mother, arrived Saturday morning as well. I must say that this is a woman that I aspire to be. Like her I don’t want children (at least not yet) and am very much looking forward to being a god parent. She’s so full of life, focuses intently on whomever she’s speaking with and is hilarious. She’s Mrs. White’s best friend from years back, to watch the two of them together made me think of my relationship with the White sisters, I hope we can be that way at one of our kids graduations.

Saturday night I ate enough to feed an entire village in Africa. Before dinner we vegged by the pool on watermelon, crackers, cheese and hummus. At dinner I had salmon and potatoes. After dinner I had a mini-cupcake, more crackers and watermelon and pizza. Sure I felt fat, but I felt so comfortable with the White family it didn’t matter.

Lori is near death by this point.

I love hotels, especially breakfast in hotels. Sunday morning I snuck down and stocked up on eggs, cereal, yogurt. The very idea of a continental breakfast is exciting. It’s true, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Oh god I love cereal!

Sunday afternoon they dropped me off at the bus station to return to New York. As I said before there are only a handful of people in one’s life that go beyond just casual friends and become, in the words of the cast of “Grey’s Anatomy,” your people. The White’s are my people.Check out more photos of Graduation Weekend at http://picasaweb.google.com/Scott82/GraduationWeekend

The wall atop the urinal in my office bathroom is covered with boogers people have whiped on the wall as their pissing. It’s gross but I can’t help feel obligated to add to the collection. I’ve got an entire minute standing there, bored, I might as well be proactive and do something with the time. It’s art, right? Just a thought.
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I’m being debated on the west coast, I wonder what the results will be? The company I work for is figuring out if they want me to go out to Los Angeles and work. It’s an interesting thought, Scott on the west coast. I wonder if the bathroom walls have boogers on them there? Are west coast boogers the same as east coast boogers?

$6,857,527 raised for AIDS Walk New York 2007, and I was apart of that. It’s hard for me to fully grasp the idea that one day, hopefully in my lifetime, I’ll be able to talk to the “youngsters” and tell them I took an active part in the fight against that once deadly virus, HIV/AIDS. A cure will be found, who knows, maybe the $6,857,527 will do it!

My favorite late night treat is soynut butter (it’s a substitute for peanut butter, try it, it’s yummy), on a rice cake with jam.

I’m still at the office but the only thing on my mind is that yummy treat.

I work in an office with no windows. It’s 80 degrees outside, feels like 100 degrees in here. Maybe the bosses are trying to sweat something out of me. I won’t talk, I won’t!
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The Rev. Jerry Falwell just passed away. Comments around the office are, “Thank God,” “It’s about time,” He’s probably burning in hell.” I’ll admit it, I was not a fan of him, a level of hatred even exists. But the man just died, where’s people sense of decorum? It’s just a little tacky, don’t you think? Death does not swipe away the things one does in their life, good or bad, but I firmly believe in respecting the fact that the man just died, he did something with his life and lived a long life. Word!
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It’s still hot. If I didn’t have an excess skin problem due to rapid weight loss I would get naked. Life’s a bitch!
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The Color of Water by James McBride is shaping up to be one interesting read. Check it out.

It’s 9:00. I’m still at work. The walk begins in five days and 13 hours. I’m anxious (and tired). 50,000 people in Central Park, frankly it’s hard to imagine. Thank God I got that camera last weekend, I’ll now be able to say years from now that I was apart of something this huge - and have proof.

I’ve got food on the mind. All I want to do is eat, more snack. I’m fighting the urge to go to town with the yumminess that I’m surrounded by. I keep repeating to myself, “food plan, food plan, food plan.” There must be a way that Twizzler’s fit into food plan, right?