About Me

Today is my twenty second birthday and I am currently on vacation at the beach. In honor of my birthday I am breaking some of my original statements about being anonymous.

My name is Alexander. In real life I go by Alex, but I can't stand to see "Alex" in print. I always sign my full name and it was just a coincidence that I started using "Xander" online. I'm quite use to it now and like it a lot better.

I am a white male, I'm about fifty pounds overweight, actively dieting, and 5'11". I'm a "picky" eater, but what I do like, I like the most expensive, gourmet brand possible. For the most part I live on turkey sandwiches (yes, there is an expensive gourmet brand of deli turkey).

I am a moderate conservative. I completely disagree with the Democrats agenda, and I won't associate with the "Grand Old Party", they are not "Grand" nor are they the "Old Party".

I have a slight New York accent, even though I only visited a couple times. I went to school in southwestern Virginia and became disgusted with the accent I was starting to get so I actively changed my accent. It really comes out when I argue with people.

I live on sarcasm. I don't mean at least half of the things I say literately. I also try to take thing to the next level of odd to see if it can become funnier. This has gotten me in trouble occasionally, I don't mind that much as I consider them to be idiots if they can't take a joke.

My favorite humor is schadenfreude. I actively laugh at others misery, but I've always hated when it happens to me.

I love metaphors, but once again people don't get them. Maybe if it was a movie they could rewatch they could but they never try in real life.

All of my grandparents are dead. Two died when I was very young, the others more recently. I truly wish I could have known the ones who died when I was little, I hear many great stories about them and even more so, how my remaining grandparents changed after their spouses passed away. My friends, whom I did not have many, would tell me that they were glad that their grandparents were not in as bad shape as mine were. I couldn't be upset when they died. It was a relief for me and for the entire family waiting for the time to come.

I do not know what happens after death, but I do not believe it could be worse than anything we endure during life and I refuse to fear it.

I dislike my body.

As I said before, I'm about fifty pounds overweight. I hate looking at myself in the mirror. As long as I don't I forget what I really look like. In my mind I'm some type of perfect weight where my clothes fit perfectly and I don't have to be self conscience. I haven't been that thin since I was twelve.

I will be a clothes horse once I loose my weight. I love clothes. I wish men were allow and/or expected to dress up more often, hell, I already look great when I dress up. That said, I will really be happy when I can wear horizontal stripes, which is possibly a year away for me right now.

Twenty-two years and counting
-X

What's Happening?

I...

...still do not have a job.

...do not have a place to live outside of my parent's.

...have not told my parent's of my "plan".

...have painted a deck.

...changed my license.

...saw Harry Potter VI (they cut too much).

Meanwhile my mother is obsessing over every conversation she has with my brother and his fiance. They are doing all the planning by themselves and my mother gets aggravated when she is not immediately informed of changes. Also they accused her off-white floral dress of being a white dress.

I am sick of hearing about it. Luckily the wedding is in only a couple weeks so I won't have to suffer for much longer. Except the airplane ride which I will be taking up with my parents. If it makes it there.

The wedding is what is really holding me on my plan as it is just easlier to wait until I don't have any commitments to move away.

Enough of this. About time for dinner.

-X

Coming to a close

So I'm two days and 8 hours aways from graduation. I still do not have a job, have one more project to finish and have two borderline classes that I really have to pass.

The job I was looking into requested my drawing but I haven't heard back since then. I blame my parents. The company emailed me back very vaguely requesting my drawings and to interview me this week, which I couldn't because of my finals. Trying to figure the best way to phrase my reply I asked my parents advice, which delayed my response my three days. They freaked out about the cost of flying to LA for an interview, what the job was, how much it would pay, was the company any good (which they got confirmation that it was), in other words way too much freaking out far too early in the process. Hopefully that is not why I haven't heard back. I really would have loved that job.

Anyway I keep checking the job sites, but nothing amazing has popped up (I was getting kind of set on LA). I am more convinced than before to not move back to Northern VA after my brother told me about my mother's lack of faith that I will get a job. If I ever win an award, the line "my parents who always believed in me" will not be in my acceptance speech.

All five of my immediate family members are coming in on Friday for my graduation (I get to walk whether or not I actually graduate) so I have some fun soon. Free"er" food if nothing else.

Guess I should finish this project.

-X